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Caged Runner

Albert Wesker x Reader

Summary: Being Albert Wesker's wife was never easy. Yes, he gave you love, but it would come and go in small segments because of work despite him actually working from home. After discovering Albert's secret projects from having the last straw, you ran, scared he would kill you for finding out before his confession (if there ever were to be one). A full year had gone by, no sign of Wesker. Until now.

Word Count: 2.6k

MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

WARNING [dub-con, feral sex, doggy style to mating press, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, dumbification, major breeding kink, domination]

He caught you, and now there was no escape.

"You are fucking delicious, my little cock starved slut."

Against all odds, he found you right in the comforts of your new home.

"Don’t you ever run away from me again."

How could your life have come to this?

Wesker fucked into you savagely, one of his hands tangled in your locks as he tugged you back on his dick, and the other holding your leg up. He screwed you nearly dumb despite your pleas and cries for him to stop, your pussy drooling his loads and your juices all over your inner thighs.

You let out a loud yelp when Albert’s hand came down on your ass, a sharp slapping noise echoing around the dining room. He had pushed your leg up onto the table before hanging his hand at his side, still keeping the tight grip on your hair as he made sharp, quick thrusts.

Wesker snarled down at your trembling figure, “If you even try to pull another one of your escape plans on me, I’ll make sure to fuck you stupid so you can’t escape.”

You managed to choke out a few words despite the fear that laid in your stomach, tears streaming down your cheeks as you turned to look up at him from behind, “I hate you!”

Albert couldn’t help but let out a laugh from your words, one that was taunting, dark. In several swift motions, he pulled you up by your hair and held your back flush against his chest, opposed to your pained whine. He then roughly grabbed your now struggling wrist, forcing your hand to flex out and reveal the shiny silver piece on your ring finger.

“If you hate me as much you say, why are you wearing your wedding ring?”

Wesker stopped thrusting, allowing you to sit on his cock and feel every pulse and twitch as you tried answering his inquisition. Your mouth hung agape, sputtering nonsense while your face flushed red.

Before you could even form a full sentence, he answered for you, "Because you don't hate me. In fact, I think you still love the very man you ran from."

"I do not-!"

Albert interrupted you with a hard thrust into your quivering sex, making you mewl in surprise before biting your lip to keep quiet. He smirked from your pathetic attempts to silence yourself before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles, making sure you saw his actions even if you had a disgusted look on your face.

"You are a horrible liar, dearheart."

Suddenly, you were slammed back on the table with a loud cry, his quick roughness knocking the sense out of you before he started ramming back into your cunt. The hand that still tugged on your hair loosened its hold, letting you rest your head on the table and take the fucking you were given. You tried desperately to fight back against Wesker's grip on you, but he was stronger, much more built than you, and at this point, all you could do was let him abuse your quivering pussy until he's had his fill.

It didn't stop the tears that still trickled down your cheeks, or your quiet begs that all meant nothing, "Please Wesker- mmph!- just l-let me go!"

Albert didn't hold back the chuckle that ran through his throat at your attempts to stop him, feeling your hands weakly push against his hips to yield his thrusting. His v-line stilled flush against your ass, but don't begin to think it was because of your efforts.. Wrapping your hair around his hand, Wesker slowly leaned down over you and tugged your head back, letting his lips just barely caress your ear.

"I'll never let you go again."

He began plunging deep into your drooling sex, his hand finally leaving your hair and being placed on your waist. Wesker picked up your hips so you were arching against the table, your leg coming down to touch the floor, before hammering straight up into your cervix. You felt your eyes widen and your heart thump hard when you felt his tip reach deep inside of you, your tongue pushing past your lips on instinct and allowing saliva to drip down your chin. A low, gruff grunt came from Albert when he felt your pussy clench around his dick, the grip on your waist tightening to the point of bruising while his nails practically punctured through your skin. He ravaged your insides, milky white streaming down your legs and onto the floor that would soon be replaced by another one of your husband's loads.

"Deeper.. Guh- I need it.. deeper."

Wesker paused his onslaught and quickly flipped you over onto your back, now staring at your tearstained cheeks and scarlet face. He watched your chest heave up and down as you continued to pant, eyeing your nipples that perked up over your tank top as your breasts shuddered from his piercing gaze.

Albert quickly slammed back into you, earning another strained moan from your abused mouth before it became pained when he grabbed your legs and forced them widely apart. Your spread pussy gave him more room to shove his cock inches deeper, your eyes crossing up to the back of your head when he hit your cervix again with the tip of his dick. Before he could begin his assault, he paused when seeing you shakily bring a hand up to his chest and give it a weak push as your last attempt to get him to stop.

"Please, Albert.. No more.. I can't take it." You whispered with a strained voice, your eyes glossy from crying as you gazed into his firm ambers.

To your surprise, Wesker took one hand away from your leg and brought it up to your cheek, cupping it gently while rubbing his thumb lovingly across your trail of tears. Involuntarily, you leaned into his touch, and brought up your other hand to hold onto the back of his to keep his warm palm against your cheek. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and savor his affection, even if it could've been fake; you were so touch deprived after being on the run for so long, and now that the person you secretly longed for was giving you attention, your body just melted.

When you felt Albert's blonde locks graze against your forehead, and his nose brush softly against yours, you opened your eyes to gaze into his. You almost cried when you noticed the familiar glints of love under his firm gaze, some unknown relief flooding through your system.

Wesker's voice pierced through the silence, his tone low and tauntingly gentle, "Dearheart, do you even realize that you're leaning into my touch despite what you've been telling me?"

You finally broke, the overwhelming emotions of missing and hating your lover collapsing, "It's okay.. Just let me have this.."

He chuckled silently and allowed you to nuzzle into his hand, continuing to stroke your cheek as he watched your every move. God, he really did miss you. That full year of not having you by his side made him more aggressive, fully honed in on finding you and bringing you home. The little things he never thought he'd miss made him regret every second of not giving you his full attention, and the nights you both shared in your bed, either intimate or just sleeping, practically made him an insomniac now that he never woke up with you next to him. You really turned his world upside down.

Slowly, Albert leaned close to your face, kissing the tip of your nose before saying, "I'll stop when you're finally honest with me."

Wesker snapped his hips into yours, making you throw your head back and let out an airy moan, before retracting his hand back to your waist. He didn't bother to start out slow, plunging in and out of your drooling cunt with burning desire. You kept a hand on his chest while using the other to grip onto his wrist, trying your hardest to ground yourself and keep your eyes from blurring up from the pleasure. You refused to be fucked dumb by Wesker. You were supposed to be mad at him, scared of him - that's why you ran, after all. You were suppose to be angry and sorrowful because of him bursting into your new life and slamming you on your dinner table to fuck you breathless. Where did all my sanity go?

Albert watched your conflicting eyes with a devilish smirk, giving a harsh thrust to gain your attention, "Come on, sweetness. All you have to do is confess and this will all stop just like you wanted."

You stared at him with hazy eyes, blinking away your fading tears as you stuttered, "Y-you promise..?"

His smirk widened into a grin, "I promise, my dear little wife."

Taking in a shaky breath, you began letting out your confession like it was a sin, "I missed you- I missed you- I missed you! I missed your body, your touch, your kisses, your love! I missed the way I'd wake up to you every morning, and I missed the way you'd fuck me dumb into our bed!"

Against what you thought would happen, Wesker let out a feral growl and fucked into you faster, snarling at you, "Keep going."

You gazed down at him, finally letting your eyes fill with love and spill out your true thoughts, "Wesker, I missed you so much! I'm sorry for leaving you! I love you so so so much! Please forgive your cock hungry whore of a wife!"

"Atta' girl.."

Albert roughly grabbed your thighs and threw you into the mating press, slamming his dick directly into your sweet spot over and over with every carnal thrust. Finally, oh-so finally, your mind went blank and your eyes turned foggy, your moans and cries sounding euphoric against the squelching of your pussy and the slapping of his balls against your ass. You grabbed sloppily at Wesker's shirt to pull him closer, the yearning to kiss his lips winning over your fried mind.

He remained solid as he rutted into you, looking down at you through his loose strands of hair while firmly growling, "I've trained you better than this to try and get what you want. What do you say, you disobedient bitch?"

"Please kiss me, hubby! I need it- I need it- I need it!"

Wesker grinned madly at your use of your husband nickname, now fully confident that he won you over, "That's my good little wife."

He smashed his lips onto yours, swallowing up your lewd moaning and whines as he shoved his tongue straight into your mouth. You licked at his wet muscle as he dominated yours, tears of deranged happiness leaking from the corners of your eyes as you finally got the kiss you've dreamed about ever since you made the stupid mistake of running from your husband. You held his cheeks with the palms of your soft hands, earning a tighter grip on your thighs that were sure to turn purple later. Fuck, he was just eating you up; this is what depriving a husband from his wife for so long does to a man.

With his skin rubbing up against your clit, and his thick cock bursting into your tightening cunt with seemingly no end, your womb began to feel heavy and clenched. You knew this feeling all too well, Albert being your first and only partner to ever make you squirt and see stars.

Despite not wanting to, you pulled away from his lips and looked straight up at him through lidded eyes, "Albert, I'm- I'm going to- fuck.. cum!"

Through clenched teeth, Wesker snapped his eyes up into yours and raised his voice in command, "Cum on my cock like the good slutty wife you are!"

From his rough words, the slapping of skin, and the erotic wet noises coming from your sex, your body lurched forward and let out a high pitched whine. Your quivering cunt spurt out all of your pent up honey and glazed it all over his dick and stomach, your knot finally coming undone. You saw bliss from how much your body released, your eyes remaining at the back of your head as your muscles convulsed and twitched. Your toes were in a tight curl, and your legs were bent up towards the sky despite cramping up from your position.

Still, Albert continued fucking into you with every ounce of strength he had, his intention to make you cum fueling his need to release.

With an animalistic snap, he slammed his hands on either side of your head and leaned over your small figure, "I'm going to breed you with my young. Be thankful that I even want to fuck you full of my semen after running away from me like that. Say, 'Thank you for breeding me, my darling.' just like how I taught you."

Doing just as he said, you dumbly followed his command through your overstimulation with slurred words, "Thank you for breeding me, my darling.."

With the last slamming of his hips, Wesker buried his dick fully inside of you and let out a feral groan, spilling his hot cum straight into your womb. He missed how he bred you on your sheets, filling you full of his boiling hot semen, rope after rope, load after load. Of course, you were always on the pill to prevent any accidents, but knowing that you were fresh and fertile made it his absolute obsession to release inside of you round after round tonight. Albert let his basic male instincts take over, fully aware of the consequences, and practically asking for them.

This would make you stay at home for the safety of you and your child, his protection being the only thing you'd need now that you were heavy with his kid. And after you were normal and well with your baby, he would just breed you full with another. This was the only solution to keep you with him; your body constantly carrying his young.

You practically purred at the sensation of his milk spilling into you, rolling your head back onto the table and letting his cock plug you full. Wesker's heavy panting puffed hot air straight into your face as he leaned over to catch his breath, holding your hips up to prevent any leakage.

Finally stabling himself, Albert gazed down at your blissfully hazy eyes, grinning at his work on your body before returning to his serious exterior. Catching his now semi-tense stare, you looked up to his eyes as you let your mind come back to earth. Slowly, Wesker pulled out of your abused hole, leaving it gapping and clenching around the sex filled air. You let out a weak whimper when you felt his warm love begin to trickle out of your pussy and to the table below, but before it could get any further, Albert wiped it on his fingers and plunged them back into you. You bit your lip and held in a moan as you felt your husband's seed leak back into your sex from his fingers, your legs shaking despite Wesker's firm hold on your thickness.

"Don't think for a second that you're not keeping every drop of me." He whispered violently, thrusting his fingers into you once and earning a surprised yelp from your plumping lips.

This wouldn't be the last time of the night you would be fucked stupid, trained, and bred from your lover's hand. And as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't wait.

With another grin, Albert pulled you up against him and forced you to look up at his piercing gaze, "I'm going to fuck you numb, dearheart. Just you wait."

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rabbittwist · 1 year

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Sweet Sugar - Pt. 3

SugarDaddy!Albert Wesker X SugarBaby!Reader Sweet Sugar - Pt. 1 Sweet Sugar - Pt. 2

Summary: Strictly sauce with a little extra at the end because I wanted somewhat of an ending.

Word Count: 5k

MASTERLIST | Resident Evil List | Albert Wesker

WARNING: [choking kink, marking kink, slight praise kink, domination kink, hand kink, masturbation, edging, tooth puncture, feral sex, mating press, long drabble]

High recommendation to play during the reading. > Now playing: Streets (Slowed) by Doja Cat - 0:00/4:19

"Will I only get seven minutes?" You teased as you watched Albert's eyes glaze you over.

He gave a proud smirk at your use of his phrase as he pulled his suspenders down his arms and let them hang, "My dear, you are worth more than a measly seven minutes."

Wesker's teeth slowly began to undress one of his hands, revealing the veins that trailed down to his knuckles and around each finger. His eye contact remained as he loosened his tie with his other hand, it being discarded onto the bed and left for a later usage before removing the pairing black glove and dropping it behind him.

With a come-hither motion, Albert slowly got off the bed and stood tall at the edge, "Come here, dearheart."

Sitting up and pushing yourself off the bed, you stood in front of Wesker with your hands up on his chest and your eyes down on the floor behind him. Embarrassment coursed through your veins as his fingers slowly, seductively came up your hips and trailed to the small of your back, his voice meeting your ear as he whispered, "Come closer.." while pulling you flush against his toned chest.

You couldn't help the shiver that rolled down your spine as his hands caressed up your back and to the pretty bow that tied your dress to your body. You began to subtly tremble and press up more against Wesker's figure as you felt your bow start to come apart from his steady fingers, a soft whine passing through your lips.

"Ah ah ah, no need to be whiney, sweetness.. You'll get what you deserve, you just need to be patient just as I have been."

The ribbon came undone, matching your weakening sanity as the man in front of you seduced your mind to mush, and your core to overwhelming heat and slick. It worsened as he began to pull the corset apart strip by strip through the holes, and loosened the dress from your shaking body.

Albert sucked distinctly on his tongue before cooing softly, tauntingly above your head, "You're shaking, my little lamb. Is my touch truly making you this impatient?"

"Please, Wesker," He slowly pulled down the straps of your dress with his finger, your voice trembling as you plead, "I need it.."

"Oh, my sweet little lamb chop.. You're lucky my own patience is running thin."

You gasped as your dress fell to your feet, crumpling into a blush pink pile. You snapped your eyes up to meet Wesker's gaze, only to be met with hungry eyes that ravaged your exposed being. You were braless and wore cream stockings that were hiked up over your mid-thigh that matched with lacy pink and white panties. When his eyes finally made their way down to your breasts, you couldn't help but press up tighter to Albert in an attempt to hide.

This didn't please him, finding that out soon when he carefully grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your upper body away from his own. Your breasts perked out into his view, a pleased look adorning his face that soon contorted into want when his eyes saw your nipples perking out against his chest.

"Your body is so excited, my dear. You must be craving for something to fill that aching hole, hm?"

You began to rub your thighs together to try and cause some friction against your quivering sex, but Wesker stopped your actions with a harsh grip on your outer thigh.

With a firm voice, he backed you up against the edge of the bed and sat you down, his hold on your neck and thigh still present, "I will be the only thing you earn pleasure from. If you try and stimulate yourself, I won’t give you what your quivering cunt is craving. Is that understood?”

You stared wide-eyed at Albert from his sudden dominance, finding humility in what he said. But you sorta.. liked it. It made your body heat in such a lovely way, and made the trembling in your legs feel pleasurably tolerable. You were brought back to earth when the grip on your neck tightened, igniting a small flame in your chest.

“I said, is that understood?”

You finally found your voice and piped up, “Y-yes, Wesker.”

He gave you a dark grin, “Good little lamb. So obedient for me.”

He released the hold he had on your thigh and neck, returning his hands onto his body and stripping clean from his dress shirt. You ogled at his form, his firm chest and rigged abs heating your face and earning a satisfied look. But what caused your pussy to tingle and clench, was the blonde happy trail that ran down below his belt and dress pants, and left all to your imagination. Despite the arousal that continued to grow, your eyes found themselves back on Albert's arms, and taking in their erotic appearance. Those fucking muscles and veins.. God, what the hell is he made out of? You ran back over to his hands, a chuckle soon echoing around the room and causing you to snap your attention back into his amber eyes.

His amused smirk remained once he quieted down, flexing his hands out in front of him and turning his arms, "Is something catching your eye?"

You couldn't stop the shy smile that found its way on your lips, "Maybe.. I just can't help it, your arms look so.. god-like."

Albert gazed down at his splitting veins and muscled hands, letting your words sink in. God-like.. With a sudden idea, he relaxed his arms and leaned back down into you, resting his hands on either side of you and forcing you back just slightly.

You eyed his deviously soft grin with a curious quirked brow, "Darling, do you trust me?"

You gave him a small nod against the unsure feeling in your mind, "Of course, Albert."

"Then," Wesker grazed his fingertips against your pulse, it quickening from his touch, "would you like to feel my hands against your flesh on a much more.. intimate level?"

You felt your warm honey begin to leak through your panties, another nod coming from your head with a quick beating heart, "Yes.."

Albert paused his advances, giving you a firm look, "Yes, what?"

"Yes please, Wesker."

He smirked at your response, his eyes trailing down to your neck as his body pushed yours back onto the bed and laid next to you, "Good little dearheart."

Before you could make a noise, Wesker's hand came from behind your head and wrapped around your neck in a snug grip, his fingers pressing against your pulse. You felt your pupils dilate and your body shock through with arousal, your back slightly arching against the bed and your eyes becoming unevenly lidded. Your lips contorted into a small o-shape as you felt Albert's other hand slowly touch you from your collarbone, and down to your plumping breasts. His fingers just barely grazed your mounds as he continued his path down the middle of your chest and towards your stomach, your eyes now watching his every teasing move. When he paid no mind to your tightening nipples, you let out a soft whine and gave him wishful eyes.

Wesker snapped towards you with a sharp look, stopping his pursuit, much to your dismay, "What did I say about whining?"

You nuzzled into his neck despite the hold he had around your throat, giving him a submissive nuzzle, "I'm sorry, Albert.. Please keep going.."

"If you whine one more time, you won't get to cum tonight. Do you understand?"

You closed your eyes as you pathetically began to apologize, "I understand! I'm sorry, Wesker, I'm really sorry! Just please, please touch me-"

You gasped out and felt your body twitch when his fingers harshly pressed against your clit through your panties, a silent gushing sound coming from your soaked clothing. You curled your toes and threw your head back as Wesker made hard circles around your stiff bud, strangled sighs and moans coming from your throat.

Albert was having his own inner battle watching your body convulse and shake from his fingers' assault, his need to fuck you overwhelming his senses. As much as he wanted his instincts to take over, he wanted to prep you before you took him rough and raw, knowing you had a long night ahead and would be thankful for his teasing. The grip he had on your neck tightened when you let out a squeal, his fingers grazing a sensitive area on your covered clit, and forcing Wesker to find it again in desperation to hear your sweet cry. Upon finding it, he abused that one spot more so than the rest, earning quiet whimpers and shaky sighs from your trembling lips.

Fairly quickly, a knot began to form in your lower abdomen, and a boiling hot sensation seeping around your womb. Tears started to pool into your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure of Albert's fingers attacking your clit, and it almost made you upset that it wasn't from straight contact. But when you were about to break, your hips bucked up and a loud cry escaped from you, your thighs spreading apart and your toes curling even tighter.

"Cumming.. Cumming!"

You felt yourself gasp and your eyes roll back just when your knot was on the brink of snapping. But that wonderful bliss that would wash over you never came, and instead an empty, disappointed feeling flooded your senses when Wesker quickly removed his fingers away from your pulsing bud.

You came back to yourself and quickly looked up at Albert, your tears streaming down your red cheeks and a begging glint sparking in your eyes.

"Wesker- Wesker, you said I could cum!" You cried to him, your trembling legs beginning to ache from the constant twitching of your weeping pussy.

Albert laughed at your desperate wails, "I did not say you could cum, my darling."

Calming his amusement, he brought his lips up to your cheek and licked away your tears as a sign of animalistic comfort, "Besides, I think you would prefer cumming on my cock instead, would you not?"

You closed your eye as his tongue traced your tear trail up to your dewy lashes, cleaning up your frustration with his kitten-like love licks. Before you could respond, Albert let go of your neck and pulled himself on top of you, his golden hair falling more so in front of his eyes that held a deep lust for your body. Slowly, he sat back onto his heels and began to unbuckle his belt, pulling the zipper of his pants down over his tight bulge. Wesker placed the leather belt somewhere on the bed and unbuttoned himself, his black boxers becoming visible and looking very uncomfortable against his hardened length.

Watching your eyes eat up the image of his arousal, he teasingly messed with the strap of his boxers and allowed it to snap back against his V-line. As you continued to gaze at his bulge, Albert's eyes came down to your plush thighs that sunk against the hold of your cream stockings.

Licking his upper lip, he rubbed his excitement with edging kneads, grunting quietly from the slight release of tension, "Your thighs look absolutely delicious in those stockings, my darling. I'm glad I bought them for you when they caught your eye."

"What do you say to me for buying them all for you?"

With a silent pant for air, you dazed off at the happy trail that was only a fabric piece away from being fully revealed to you, "Thank you, Albert.."

"Good girl. For that, I think you deserve a reward, wouldn't you agree, my little lamb?"

With that, Wesker fully pulled his boxers down and allowed his thick cock to spring out of its confinement. Your mouth began to salivate at the sight of his girthy length, the slit on his tip leaking pearls of his white milk and onto the black sheets below. He smirked at your hypnotized look on his dick, a hand coming up to his dripping top and swiping the precum away with his thumb. Giving it a few teasing strokes, Albert brought his other hand up and through his hair, looking straight up at the ceiling as he brought it back down, and savoring the pleasurable touches he gave himself. You stared all over his exposed form, relishing in how tight his muscles contracted, and how his veins gripped around them snuggly to give his skin a titillating look.

Stopping his stroking, Wesker pulled away from his pulsing cock and brought his thumb up to your lips, "Open wide."

You complied, his finger entering your warm mouth and resting on your tongue, the saltiness of his precum spreading across your taste buds. Wesker felt your wet muscle lick up his arousal and savor the flavor while sucking on his thumb. He let out a guttural growl from the bottom of his throat before pulling his appendage out and over your face, letting you see the saliva that strung up and dripped from his digit.

Tantalizingly, Albert grazed his hand down your body, bringing the other up to your hip before both hands were now at your panty line. He looked up at you, silently asking if it was okay to continue, to which you gave him a small nod and allowed him to do as he pleased. The blonde only looked down to your drenched clothing before slowly pulling the hem of your panties down and over your thighs, strings of your juices connecting to your underwear. Another feral growl left his throat at the sight of your heat, wanting to so badly tear your panties away, but continuing the slow pace to keep from startling you.

With a pleased look, he gazed up at you, "You're soaking, dearheart.. So, it appears that you won't need these anymore."

He threw your underwear behind him into the pile of clothes that laid on the floor, sighing contently at your fully naked body that looked oh-so ready for his sex.

Looking back up at your eyes, he prowled onto your frame and placed his hands on either side of your head, "Are you ready for me, darling?"

You allowed your legs to rest on his thighs, relaxing your muscles as you brought your hands under his and held them. You kept your eyes on his as you brought one of his knuckles up to your lips and gave them a small kiss, laying them back down and smiling at his lust filled eyes.

"I'm ready for you, Albert."

Taking a hand away from yours and gripping the other, Albert took his hardened dick and rubbed it against your sensitive clit before running it down to your slit. He almost thrusted into your opening from how good you felt against him, his composure crumbling as he let out a gruff grunt through his gritted teeth.

Slowly, Wesker pushed the tip of his sex into your clenching pussy, a small gasp escaping you, and your grip on his hand tightening. You shut your eyes closed as he pushed his way inside of you, a low strained grunt coming from his throat and a painful whine passing through yours. He was bigger than you anticipated, stretching your leaking walls to the point where you thought you'd break as every inch made its way inside of you. Your toes began to curl again as the base of his cock widened your cunt when he thrust all the way in, a small cry gasping from your chest.

Albert gave you a moment to adjust to his size once he was finally inside, bringing his hand back to yours and holding it. You could feel every twitching vein and curve on his cock, arching your back just barely when you felt his whole length pulse through you. The stinging pain burned, yet despite the discomfort, you found pleasure in it, and felt full from him filling up your needy hole. Wesker, on the other hand, was struggling to keep from hammering into you with every ounce of sanity he had left. You felt so good, so perfect for his cock. It was maddening how divine your mushy insides were able to grip his dick against his size.

With a tight jaw, Wesker spoke to you, "Are you okay, (Y/n)?"

Fuck, how your name fell from his lips desperately. He was trying to be gentle with you despite his raging hormones, and it worsened as your eyes finally opened to look up into his dilated pupils. With furrowed brows, you adjusted your hips, earning a quiet, thick groan, and a tightening hold on your hands.

Seeing how he could barely hold back, you calmed your body and gave Albert a loving expression, "I'm okay, darling. You can go ahead.."

Without hesitation, Wesker pulled his dick out until the tip was stressing against your opening, watching your expression contort into bliss before snapping his hips into yours and earning a short airy moan from your lips.

Albert spoke strained through his teeth, punctuating his word with another thrust, "A.. ddictive."

From there, it became a series of slow thrusts into your quivering cunt, your legs bouncing against his thighs with every push forward. You began to pant and make soft pleasured moans that filled the room with the slapping of skin on cloth. Your hot slick spilled all over Wesker's cock and leaked onto his abs and thighs, his thrusting becoming more fluent with the help of your juices.

Soon, his thrusting became more primal, more harsh as his volume increased with every sharp thrust inside. Albert fucked you on the brink of being relentless, his pent up desire taking over now that he had you right where he wanted you. Releasing his hands from yours, he brought them down to your hips and held them with a deathly grip, his nails engraving themselves into your skin to the point of puncture. With nothing to hold onto from him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and crossed your legs over his waist, giving his dick more access to fuck deeper into your pussy.

You were a mess at this point; tears running, drool dripping, moans increasing. You felt your mind begin to go foggy with how hard he was screwing you, and the last thought you were able to hold just before your mind went numb vanished with the harsh snap of Wesker's hips.

The obscene squelching and skin-on-cloth noises coming from his actions only aided to the heat of the moment, amping up the arousal even more - not mentioning his grunting and panting, and your loud moans and whines. Your hands gripped Albert's shoulders tightly, digging your face into the nape of his throat and biting down onto his flesh to keep from being too loud. He let out a feral growl from your absent-minded action, feeling your small canines pierce into his skin and draw blood.

You began to lap up his red nectar like it was water, tasting his iron sweetness spread all over your tongue. Once the bitemark was cleaned from any blood, you started leaving hickeys all over his untainted neck and chest. Think of it as payback for all those times he's marked you.

He allowed you to bruise his skin with your sucking and kissing, waiting till you pulled back to quickly attack your own neck before you could examine your work. What he left all over you was worse than what he's done, or what you just did to him, his hickeys becoming purpled already from how hard he sucked on your skin. Wesker soon went back down on your collarbone, penetrating it with his sharpened teeth over and over as punishment for biting him. When he finally finished his attack, Albert stared down at your abused body and harshened his pace.

"You're mine. You will never leave this house without my marks all over your body, my little lamb."

Your hazy eyes drifted up to his hardened ambers, your voice low and filled with lustful affection as you responded, "Yes, hubby~."

Albert's hips came to a sudden stop, his chest heaving up and down from his soft panting as he looked at you with widened eyes. Your senses began to return from how long he paused, a sudden feeling of dread filling your chest as you gazed into his eyes. Did he not like what you called him?

When you were about to apologize, Wesker grabbed the bottom of your thighs, and forced you into the mating press, earning a squeal of surprise. He took a swift moment to adjust himself on his knees before plunging his dick in and out of you, not bothering to start slow. Your hands fell from his shoulders and went down to his chest, your nails scratching down his skin and leaving red streaks behind.

"My- my wife. My little wife." He muttered while pushing your hips further into the mating press.

You swore after what he murmured that hearts began to flood into your eyes. Your body grew hotter, and your pussy clenched down on his cock with a vice-like grip, causing him to practically purr out, "My little cock hungry wife."

Whining, you looked up prettily through your lashes at Albert, just barely from the bottom of your eyes seeing his hips hammering into your cock-filled hole. He quirked a brow at your pleased smile and thrusted harder, your eyes quickly crossing up and your head throwing back into the pillow. Albert smirked at your fucked-out state before bringing a hand up to your jaw and making you look at him. As soon as your foggy eyes landed on him, his lips crashed down on yours with a heated, sloppy kiss. He swallowed your heightening moans just as you swallowed his predatory growls.

Wesker's thrusting remained feral throughout fucking you stupid, achieving such when you finally couldn't find the will in you to speak. The knot in your womb had returned much stronger than before and caused your sex to throb, sucking on his dick like a pocket pussy would. When you knew you were on the brink of snapping, you shot your eyes up to Albert and began to plead like you were begging for your life.

"Wesker, can I cum? Oh, please can I cum? Please, please?"

He couldn't help the grin that formed on his lips as your voiced cracked from pleasure, rolling back his head with a gruff purr rumbling through his throat.

"Of course, lamb chop. You've been so good to me, how could I say no to my little wife? Cum. Come on- cum all over this dick like how you deserve."

From his words, the knot snapped and you saw white. Boiling heat washed all across your abdomen, and your nipples hardened from your orgasm while your back arched far off the bed and into his chest. Your eyes crossed up to the back of your head and fluttered shut once the heat pooled out of you and onto Wesker's cock just as he demanded.

Albert's dick began to twitch desperately against your flexing insides, his own end drawing near as his skin glistened with shear sweat from the city lights.

His voice strained against his clenching teeth as he bared them, eyes closing and brows furrowing, "Cumming- fuck- cumming."

In one quick movement, Wesker pulled straight out of your gapping hole and shot rope after rope of his semen all over your stomach, exerting a broken growl from his released euphoria. He kept his unrelenting grip on your thighs as his cock began to rest against your used cunt, showing off his damp happy trail and thighs from your honey. You stared at the mess you made on Albert despite the embarrassment you would normally feel, your mind still hazy from the action of being fucked dumb.

"Dearheart," Wesker breathed, earning your lazy attention, "you were utterly perfect."

You let out a shaky sigh, your eyes dropping down to the milk he spurt all over your tummy. Still having his eyes on you, he watched as you dipped your two fingers into his cum and ran them down to your clit, rubbing it into your bud to commit this moment to memory. You thought he was done when you pulled your fingers away and looked up to his focused eyes, but were met with quite the opposite when you felt his dick harden against your abused pussy.

Albert's hair was messier than before, it bouncing as he let out a husky chuckle and gazed back into your eyes with devilish intent, "Your body is mine now, my dear (Y/n), and I intend to quench my desires before the morning dawns. Get ready, little lamb, because I truly meant it when I said you won't be sleeping tonight."

EXTRA!

You limped your way over to Wesker's office, using the walls to help you stay upright on your journey. You were littered with love bites and hickeys, the rest hidden from the white dress shirt you borrowed from the floor that folded over your hands and rested on your mid-thigh. Your stockings were long discarded, your feet tapping against the cold floor before you came to a stop in front of the office.

You gave the door a soft knock, earning a muffled, "Come in." You opened the door upon his approval, his gaze never leaving the newspaper he held as you closed the door behind you and made your slow way to his desk.

When Albert perked his head up, you couldn't help the smile that played onto your face as you noticed his still messy hair from the night before. Calmly, he placed his papers down and strode over to you, placing your arms around his neck before picking you up and taking you back to his desk. A small giggle left through your lips, which earned you a quirked look from his honey eyes while he took a seat on his plush leather chair. Turning you towards the counter, Wesker placed his chin on your shoulder as you examined the tray of food placed in front of you, coffee the most prominent smell that invaded your nose.

Pulling away from his resting spot, Albert took a strand of your hair and kissed it gently, talking in a raspy morning voice, "Good morning, dearheart. I hope your rest was adequate."

He pushed over the coffee to you, offering it before you took it from his grasp and held it with two hands, "It was exceptional considering I didn't sleep much."

Wesker nodded at your answer, letting your hair fall from his hand and grabbing his own coffee cup, "I wonder why that is."

He took a sip of his caffeine while leaning back into his seat, his arm placed atop the armrest as you turned back to him with a smirk, "Oh yes, I wonder why that is, as well."

You both sat in comfortable silence as you ate the breakfast plate in front of you, Albert still reading the newspaper despite your seating on his lap. Finishing the set food, you placed your cup of coffee back down and let out a sigh of content before it got caught in your throat from the hand that was now placed on your thigh.

Suddenly, a knock was heard from the door, which drew in both you and Wesker's attention. Quickly pushing back his hair, Albert called for them to come in while placing his papers down and shifting his hands onto your hips.

Lester opened the door and peeked into the office, looking at you before his boss, "I'm sorry to interupt, sir, but Mr. Bernard Arnault is calling again."

Albert let out a gruff sigh, bringing a hand up to his temples and massaging the stressed pressure point, "Tell him that I will call back in ten minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Wesker." Lester turned to you with acknowledgment, "Miss (L/n)."

The assistant left the room, softly closing the door behind his dismissal. You turned back towards Albert with a questioning look before saying, "You don't have to put him on hold for me, you know."

Wesker turned towards you, his arms returning to the armrests of his chair, "I understand that, but I need to make sure my wife is stable enough before I go off to my duties."

You felt your cheeks flush with red, but still held your confidence as you responded, "That depends on if my husband is okay with sitting here for ten minutes."

Albert gave a soft scoff at your comment before shaking his head, "You're very lucky I tolerate you."

You teased him with your tongue sticking out, "I'm your little wife, of course you tolerate me."

With a curt nod, you continued, "You're also very lucky you can't knock the brat out of me, because then your life would be no fun."

Wesker quirked his brow up at your statement, soon leaning down into your ear and warning you with a dangerously low voice, "Don't start something you won't be able to finish, dearheart."

"Oh, but I can, Wesker."

Albert tutted at your brattiness, soon running a hand up your body and to your neck before giving it a light squeeze, "You will be begging for mercy under my desk if you don't knock this sudden brattiness off, little lamb chop."

You turned your head towards Wesker, meeting his predatory eyes with a confident smirk, "Make me."

With his own knowing smirk, the grip on your neck tightened and forced a small whimper out of you, his eyes never leaving your now faltering orbs.

"Seven minutes, and that's all I can spare to play with you."

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