Raw and older
Summary: you're into older people, especially your boss at the lab. Thanks to @shesmycollaarr for the idea, and I really hope you enjoy this thing!
Pairings: RE5!Albert Wesker x younger fem reader
Word count: 3400 words ca.
Tags and warnings: explicit, smut, MDNI, porn with little plot, office sex, semi-public sex (but no one gets caught), voyeurism (just a little bit), age gap (Wesker in his fifties, reader in her older twenties/early thirties), oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it everyone), a bit of degradation kink, no use of Y/N, English is not my first language but erotic fics are a really significant part of my English reading practice so.
«Hey!»
You expected Dav to be already there. The most important thing about him, and you learned that quickly, was that lunchtime was sacred. Lunchbreak started at twelve, and at twelve he left whatever he was doing and went to eat. He took his time to choose whatever food he wanted, and he didnât leave the cafeteria until he was completely done. Rumors said that, once, the upper floors tried to reduce lunchbreak from ninety to sixty minutes, and he alone managed to make them regret the decision.
Anyway, you happily made your way to the table and sat across Dav.
«Hey! Everything fine?»
Dav nodded, mindlessly eating the last bits of bread.
«Youâre late.»
«I had some work to finish.» you apologized, smiling in his direction. He shook his head.
«Very bad. First you eat, then you finish the job. Not the other way around. Anyway, how was Saturday night?»
Straight to the point, and always hungry. That was Dav for you.
You just shrugged.
«We didnât click. He really wasnât my type. You know, he looked likeâŠÂ»
You bit your lower lip, trying to find a nice way to put it.
«Yâknow, heâs my age but⊠All he talked about was concerts and his bike and⊠I donât know.»
«I donât.» Dav answered, shaking his head again, «Thatâs what normal people talk about.»
«Iâm normal.» you objected, «Itâs just⊠I passed that phase of life. Iâm not sixteen anymore. Iâm looking for an actual adult.»
«An actual adult.» Dav repeated, slowly and articulating every word, as if you said something wrong, «And howâs this actual adult? Not asking for me.»
You laughed. Dav seemed kind of judging, but you knew him well enough to know it was all a façade.
Since you mentioned you felt alone, he had been trying to set you up. Not in an aggressive way, just introducing you to people he knew or friends of his friends. It was his way to show he cared. And you knew you were out of his radar: he had made pretty clear the fact that he liked boys.
«Well, adult. Manly. Protective. That knows what he wants and thatâs not afraid to pursue it. That can be in charge, if I need it.»
«Hey, sweetie, weâre talking about partners. Not about Wesker.»
You couldnât help a snort, but you tried to keep it collected. You didnât want to draw attention to the conversation.
«I actually think Wesker could be a good partner.»
Dav rolled his eyes.
«Heâs your boss. And heâs old.»
You smiled, partly lost in a daydream where Wesker was actually your partner.
«You know what they say? Raw and older.»
«Holy⊠Calm down, darling. Heâs boring. I bet the only thing he does in bed is sleep. Counting sheep, maybe?»
You wanted to keep this conversation going. Sometimes Dav gave inadvertently new ideas to daydream and touch yourself on.
«I think Wesker could surprise me. Heâs collected and cool, but I bet he loses his mind in bed.»
«Go ask him.» Dav said, in a plain and quiet voice, looking at a point just over your shoulder. You jumped and turned around: Wesker was sitting a few tables away, with other people, talking about things you couldnât grasp from your seat.
«Shut up.» you gritted, feeling the heat growing in your cheeks and ears. There was no way Wesker could have heard you from that distance, and Dav would have told you if he got too close. On that, you could trust your best friend.
Either way, you decided to drop the conversation and focus on eating.
*
Wesker was disappointed in that ending. He hoped he could hear what you thought he could do in bed. The topic was promising.
But he couldnât blame Davis on noticing him: he didnât go around unnoticed in general. But that evening, while the end of the workday approached, he was still focused on your heartbeat during that lunch break. One thing he was sure about: that you were sincere in what you said. He could tell from the increased heartbeat he heard when Davis dropped his name during the conversation and in the slight heat that radiated from you when you said that phrase. What was that? Raw and older.
It was nothing more than a silly chat between young coworkers, though. Wesker remembered when he was around your age: his hormones messed up a lot with his libido too. But he was certain he was more collected than you and Davis.
How old were you exactly anyway? He opened your file on his computer. That was some information he never bothered to learn simply because it was useless. You did your job well, showed up, followed protocols. That was what mattered.
He heard your footsteps approaching: debriefing time. He closed your file and waited for you to knock on the door.
«Come in.» he answered, back resting on his chair. He observed the way you opened the door just enough to pass, as if you werenât used to take more space than you needed, and just after you closed the door, you greeted him.
«Good evening, sir.»
You squinted, adjusting to the dim light of the office.
«Reporting for the end of the day.»
He figured. And he realized he could predict every word: you always reported in the same way, with the same formulas.
Was there anyone else in your team that did reporting? Not that he could think of. He was sure you were almost the only one coming to his office. He just didnât think much of it.
He gestured at the chair in front of him.
«Please take a seat.»
He opened the selected folder where he kept notes before studying the full report. You sat across of him and put the neatly stacked papers in front of you.
«Okay, so. Things are proceeding as expected and we are right on schedule. Thereâs just one thing, a minor detail, but⊠Iâd like to point it out.»
You stumbled on your words as you were skimming the pages of the report.
Wesker got lost on your fingers. The way they gently gripped the corners of the pages, the quick trails they drew under words and numbers.
You brought a finger to your lips. Wesker mindlessly followed it, and he recorded the cute way in which it picked at your bottom lip, which was moving up and down, forming words that you were just mumbling. Random words from the pages of the report.
«Shit.»
The cursing caught both you and Wesker by surprise. You felt heat in your cheeks and your ears, while thoughts started racing to try and fix the situation.
«Sorry, sir, I am very sorry⊠I⊠It was over the line. I⊠UmâŠÂ»
«Itâs fine.» Wesker said, trying to calm you down.
«I forgot to print a page. The most important page. Iâm sorry sir, Iâll head back to the lab andâŠÂ»
Wesker would have laughed, but he didnât really want to worsen your mood.
«Itâs not the end of the world.» he answered, slowly.
«You can get it done tomorrow. Itâs almost seven now.»
You exhaled. You really didnât want to disappoint your boss or let him think that you did something carelessly.
«I really donât mind, sir. Out of sight, out of mind. Iâll just have a late dinner.»
«Then let me come with you.» Wesker answered, «Everyone else already went home. Weâll sort this out together. How does this sound?»
«It sounds lovely, sir.» you answered, heart filled with gratitude. You felt seen, as a human being.
Wesker got up and escorted you back to the lab. You sat on your chair and turned the PC on.
Wesker was following your movements attentively. He leaned on the chair you were sitting on.
And then it hit him: your scent, a mix of fruit shampoo, faded perfume, a hint of sweat from the day, the chicken you ate at lunch, but also the heat of your blood running in your veins, the sound of your heartbeat, a bit higher than it should have.
And, unmistakenly, you smelled like arousal. Not that much, but probably enough to form a spot on your panties.
In other circumstances, Wesker would have no problem in just fucking you there and then. But something coming from the deep recess of his soul stopped him.
You werenât made for him. It wasnât for the age gap, at all. It was just⊠You were so kind. You were the only one that prepared reports in the best way possible just to make his job easier. You told him yourself just a few weeks prior. And many times, when he stayed at work late, you were there. Maybe not with him, but you found something to do in the parking lot and went home just when you saw him exit the building. You never spoke that much outside of work, but you were always there somehow.
«Here.»
Wesker was brought back by the sound of your voice. He looked attentively at the graph you were presenting.
«I see.»
He immediately got the concern you were talking about: it was indeed very minor.
«Iâll print this page for you. Just a minute.»
You hit the print button on the page and the nearby printer hummed, buttons lighting up. The page came out neatly and you grabbed it, enjoying the warmness of the sheet on your fingers and the smell of fresh ink.
«Okay, here it is.»
You passed the paper to Wesker.
«Thank you. Iâll go back to my office, just to leave this report on my desk. You may go home now. See you tomorrow.»
You actually took your sweet time in switching the computer and the lights off, going to the bathroom and making sure that everything was in place for the next day.
The thing was that you loved seeing Wesker get to his car. It was the only glimpse of normalcy you got of him. Sometimes it seemed he existed only in the lab and only for the labs. You didnât know exactly where he went to sleep, you didnât know if he slept at all or if he was some kind of robot. But you craved him so much: you were completely sure that, behind the harsh director of the facility, there was a man. An extraordinary one, yes, but a man, with a life and things going on.
And you wanted to see that side of him. Experience him whole. See if that commanding tendency stayed in the bedroom orâŠ
And there went your thoughts again. You really needed to go home and take care of the wet and hot spot between your legs.
*
Wesker was attending his usual storage check. It was not the end of the four-month period yet, but Uroboros were very near completion and he wanted to leave everything in place.
He fumbled with the keys to get the right one when he was distracted by a smell. Your scent, specifically.
And not the gentle one you had that night when you forgot to print the paper. It was stronger, more pungent, but undeniably yours.
He put the keys back in his pocket, careful to make as little noise as possible, and he followed the trail.
Just a few steps were enough to understand that the scent he felt earlier was a mix of endorphins, adrenaline, sweat and vaginal fluids. The realization made his core twist and he could already feel some restraint in his crotch. He walked faster, but silently.
More stimuli caught him: the soft sound of your moans, mixed with others certainly from a video, the wet and sloppy sounds your fingers made moving inside you, the fact that you were undeniably reaching your climax.
He found the door behind which you were hiding and listened to everything that was coming from the inside.
«You like it, slut? You like it when your boss fucks you rough on the desk?»
A porn video about office sex. Wesker could see that coming. What caught him off guard was how loud your moan was in response. He felt so grateful for his heightened senses that allowed him to hear you give pleasure to yourself. He didnât even care that it was on the clock and you were supposed to be working.
«A-Albert⊠Albert!»
Hearing his name called by you, followed by cries of relief, was something else. All the thoughts he had about you not being able to handle him vanished. He was a scientist: he was going to test it and find out.
He slammed the door open and located you: you were sitting on the floor, phone in one hand, now with the screen turned off, and you were reaching for paper towels. Your pants were undone and lowered just below your knees, as were the panties, and he could see your pussy, exposed and glistening from your own juice. Your beautiful chest was moving up and down according to your heavy pants. He scanned your face: hair unkempt, some of them glued to your forehead by trails of sweat, a nice shade of red on your cheeks, just below your eyes, widened in horror yet glassy from the orgasm.
«Donât move.» Wesker instructed, closing the door behind him and getting to the corner where you were sitting. He crouched in front of you.
«I⊠Sorry⊠IâŠÂ»
You didnât even know what to say. You just knew you were in big trouble. So much. How much had he heard? How didnât you hear him get close? Why your hormones were so bad that you decided that getting off thinking about your boss in a storage room was a very good idea?
You could feel a tear leave your eye and glide on your cheek, while you desperately tried to make up an excuse or something.
You realized you were still undressed and you pressed your legs together.
«Didnât expect this from you.» Wesker continued, still not touching you. His cock was almost aching on how hard he was now, all because of you and your pretty voice.
«Sir, I-»
«Masturbating on the clock, while moaning my name, and not even telling me.»
He could say by the spark in your eyes that the words landed right.
«Now, dear, I sincerely hope youâre willing to make up for this act of disrespect.»
He freed his hands from his gloves and brushed your knees. He didnât even need to apply pressure: at his touch, you spread them open again, as much as the pants allowed you.
«I am. I am, sir, I will do anything you want.»
Your heart was pounding and you were getting wet again. Just from his words and a brief touch.
«Anything, you say?»
You nodded, pleasingly overwhelmed by the twisting emotions inside you.
«Good. First let me taste you.»
He yanked your pants and underwear away, a yelp escaping from your lips, and he spread your legs even more open.
He adjusted you and lowered on your pussy, painfully slow.
You were with your back against the wall and your legs crossed on Weskerâs back. The fact that you couldnât free from that position (not that you wanted) turned you on even more.
When you felt his wet and warm tongue on your slit, you had to bite your own hand to not scream. It felt so good. He slowly licked your juices away, tongue twisting and twirling on your skin, nose buried in, just near your clit. You arched into him, desperate for more friction, but his firm hands kept your hips in place.
«Hush, princess. Time for that later.»
You whined, but couldnât do anything else while he cleaned you up with his mouth. When he felt it was enough, he pulled back. You were even hornier and needed relief, by him this time.
«To my office.»
His voice was almost a growl, airy and, you could tell, needy. You mustered up the strength to nod while you adjusted your pants just enough to be able to move.
Wesker was almost pulling you by your arm while you reached for the elevator and, when the doors behind you closed, he lifted you by your hips, slammed you against the elevator wall and threw himself on your lips.
You opened them and he started to explore every corner as if his life depended on it. You let out a muffled moan against him when you felt his erection on your cunt, and he thrusted into you just to hear your voice again.
Luckily, no one was around to see the absolute mess you two were. Wesker pulled you in the office and locked the door.
«Is this what you want? You want to be taken by your older boss right in his office?»
Right now you could tell he heard something about the video, but you couldnât care less. Your fantasy just came true and you needed Wesker so much. You wanted him to just take you and use you as he saw fit.
«I do, sir. Please, claim me as yours.»
You didnât even know where those words came from. They just formed in your mouth. But you meant every one of them.
Wesker was on you again, undoing your pants again with one hand and lifting your shirt with the other, until he uncovered your breasts.
«Just take everything off.» he said suddenly, abandoning your body to unbuckle his belt.
You did as you were said and took off every piece of clothing until you were completely naked, body available for Weskerâs pleasure.
He had freed his erection and was pumping his cock, and the sight of it did something you your inside. You moaned and rubbed your legs together just at the sight of it.
«What a slut. Just seeing my dick makes you this effect.»
He put you with your back on his desk, legs spread.
«How many times did you wish this happened?»
You let out a cry, too embarrassed to answer. But Wesker was demanding. He grabbed your chin so you had to face him.
«Too many, sir.» you answered, voice high and broken and filled with lust.
«Too many.» Wesker repeated, satisfied by the answer, «And what makes you think you can handle me?»
«I can learn, sir, just please, make me yours.» you cried out, hips jerking looking for the tip of his member.
«Letâs see.»
Finally, Wesker adjusted himself and pushed inside you. You cried again at the filling sensation in your core, squeezing your thighs against Weskerâs torso as he made his way inside you. He left out a long, deep moan of satisfaction.
«Youâre so good. Taking it in as if you were made for this.»
He barely gave you time to process that he was deep inside before he started thrusting full force, testing your reaction.
And he was deeply satisfied: you shifted your pelvis to accommodate him better, moving at his rhythm as he pushed deeper, singing your pleasure with your beautiful voice.
«S-sirâŠÂ»
«Use my name.» he commanded, squeezing your love handles so much that small bruises started forming on your skin, «Just as you were doing in the storage room.»
«Albert!» you cried, incapable of keeping your voice low, feeling an orgasm building up inside you.
«Like that.» he groaned, his cock twitching inside you, eager to fill you up.
You didnât ask him to come out: as you promised, you were willing to do anything to make up for your disrespect. Your own orgasm, with tears striking down your face, hips crashing against Weskerâs, barely coherent words between your cries and your insides throbbing, triggered his, and he released himself completely inside you, cum filling you up rope by rope.
Wesker gave some lazier thrusts, just to make sure to dump everything he had, and he got out, smirking at the sight of your pussy: red, swollen and with a mix of juices and cum spilling out.
He made clear that it wasnât enough, though: he fucked you again, sitting on his chair while you jumped up and down on his dick, and against the wall, just to make you understand how strong he was physically.
«Raw and older, you said?» he mentioned after he was thoroughly satisfied.
The comment took you off guard, but after a split second you burst out laughing.
«Way better than many thirty years old.» you assured him.
