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The whole drive home, all Wesker could think of was you.

Lately he’s noticed a particularly irritating side-effect of the virus, one he wasn’t able to ignore or mitigate through regular means. It’s going to get in the way of his work if he doesn’t figure out a permanent solution soon, but for now he knows a few… methods to alleviate the issue when it arises.

During high stressful interactions or situations, his body seems to produce an excessive amount of cortisol, more than what is expected for a regular person. To combat this, dopamine and oxytocin are flooded into his system in an attempt to balance out the amount of stress hormones. As a result, dopamine and oxytocin are made in excess as well.

Wesker bites the back of his hand. Really? He’s horny? He’s insanely horny because he’s stressed and pent up. It’s almost embarrassing how his brain dissolves into a single track mind in these situations, where all he can think about is you.

Oh, you. His heart.

Yes, the only thing important to him right now was you. Sinking himself into your warm, wet heat. Wrapping his arms around your body, constricting you and holding you down as he uses you. Wringing out the sounds of your moans and whimpers and drinking them all in as his mouth devours yours.

The leather of the steering wheel creaks as his grip tightens, he can feel himself slowly harden in his pants as the images flash through his mind. The moment he steps through that front door he’s going to be all over you.

Albert groans quietly into your neck, trying to muffle the sounds spilling out of his mouth as he mouths at your pulse points. Sweat drips down his temple, his breathing laboured as he does his best to remain quiet.

“H-hah…”

He doesn’t want to wake you after all.

You’re only half-asleep when you feel something pressing down on you, the warmth blanketing you pulling out of your haze. Albert drops his body on top of yours, pushing a small “oof” out of you before he adjusts himself to ensure he’s not crushing you.

Then you feel his lips on your neck, trailing upwards until he’s kissing your cheek and the bridge of your nose. Your hand comes up to intercept his face right before he reaches your lips, pushing him a little so you can get a good look at him.

“Well hello to you too,” you tease, relishing in the agonised sigh he lets out. Your legs fall open so he can slot himself in between them, eager to get closer to you.

“Hello,” he huffs, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I need you.”

A warmth starts to pool low in your gut as his hands roam over you, a wetness gathering in your underwear with his constant grinding. You’re sure he can smell your arousal with his heightened senses, just as you can feel how hard he is through his pants.

“I’m sorry, Albert,” you sigh, dropping your head back onto the pillows. “I want to, but I can barely keep my eyes open.”

A small whine escapes him before he could stop himself, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. The sound catches your attention. He needs it that badly, huh?

“I’m sorry,” he says as he gets up. He’s still breathing a little heavier, but you can tell he’s trying to keep it under wraps. “Get some rest.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, then another on your hand. Right as he’s about to pull away, you tighten your grip. “Wait.”

Sure, you were tired, but seeing Albert so needy is doing things to you. “I have an idea.”

God, and what an amazing idea it was.

You feel phenomenal, all nice and warm for him. Your cunt so soft and wet for his cock as he slowly thrusts into you. It was so different, seeing you wrapped around him in this state, when your muscles are all relaxed. A good kind of difference.

The only downside in this situation is he can’t hear your sweet sounds, especially when he was looking forward to bringing them out of you on the drive home. Though, you do let out a few small gasps and whimpers in your sleep, and he wonders how much sound he can make you produce without waking you.

There is a tinge of guilt for using you like this, but you had begged him so sweetly. The least he could do was make you feel good too.

“Fuck…so good for me.”

He’s actually been at it for a while now, having cum twice in you already.

Tonight, however, he’s insatiable. There’s a drive in him to keep going, to keep stuffing you full even when he’s overstimulated. By now his thrusts have turned quick and shallow, much different from the deep rhythm that he started out with. The feel of your tight cunt wrapped around him feels too good, so he can’t bring himself to stop when his brain keeps flooding with dopamine the longer he continues.

His brow furrows, teeth nearly tearing into his bottom lip. He tamps down the whimper climbing out his throat, laving his tongue over your left breast and wrapping his lips around your nipple. A small, barely audible gasp comes out of you, the sound so soft Albert almost missed it. The thought of you being able to feel everything he does to you makes his cock twitch. Sensitive thing, aren’t you?

His hand reaches down to gather the fluids gathered between the two of you—the wetness you’ve gushed out mixed with his cum—and rubs slow circles over your hardened, neglected clit. Your legs give a small twitch as your breathing picks up, and he takes it as his cue to deepen his thrusts again.

He maintains a slow and steady rhythm, even when he can feel his restraint breaking. Right now, there’s nothing more that he wants to do than push your legs over his shoulders and take you until you awake gasping his name—but you’ve been so good for him, letting him use you like this. Poor thing, you were so exhausted. His dear heart deserves to feel good and  well-rested. 

Yet a small voice in the back of his head eggs him on. Imagine how their cunt would feel when they cum.

He buries himself deep into you, his movements turning into a deep grind as his fingers continue to work at your clit. As your cunt begins to tighten around him, his fingers move faster, working quick, tight circles on you. 

A gasp tears out of you, brows pinched together as you rouse from sleep. It takes a second for you to get you bearings, and that’s when you register the warmth building in your gut. Albert continues to grind and rub against you, and it has you clenching tighter around his cock.

“Albert– ah…”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm overtakes you, body locking up as your hands scramble to hold onto any part of Albert, arms wrapping around his body and fingers tugging roughly on his hair, making him groan. His arms swiftly warp themselves around you, practically restraining you as he tries to press deeper inside.

The feel of your cunt milking his oversensitive cock makes his head spin, but he truly couldn’t get enough of the sensation. His hips continue the slow grind against yours as he licks up your jaw before capturing your lips.

“‘M sorry for waking you…” he mumbles against your lips as you try to catch your breath. Even now as you’re coming down you can feel his fingers trying to work you back up to that peak. Involuntary twitches leave you but you can’t move too far with the way Albert is gripping onto you.

“W-was that good? Does it feel good?” he asks you, desperation dripping from his voice. He wasn’t one who seeks approval from others, but with you there’s always a need within him that craves your attention. It drives him to keep giving and giving to you.

You whimper, squirming underneath him when you feel another orgasm approaching. Every part of you feels like a live wire, any small touch sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core. It starts to feel too much when every touch makes you want more and to run away. Albert just presses you deeper into the mattress to keep you still, rubbing at your clit more insistently.

The noises you both make are needy and desperate. You think a bit of drool escapes your lips.

“Just one m-more for me…please,” he pants. “Want to feel you.”

He’s not even thrusting into you anymore, keeping himself buried deep within you, making use of your cunt clenching around him as you approach your climax. You’re so wound up it actually hurts, feeling an ache in your lower abdomen as the muscles tighten. “Al, I– hah… I can’t.”

“You can,” he insists, the pitch in voice raising. The rapid movement of his fingers reflects the urgency in his voice. “Please, for me? Please, please.”

At his pleading, it’s like a band snaps, your cunt rapidly spasming around his cock. Albert cums with you, groaning at the feel of you milking his cock. Some of your combined fluids leak out of you, dripping onto the sheets.

He doesn’t pull himself out immediately, pulling you closer to pepper kisses all over your face instead. You hum contentedly, cupping his face and pushing away the strands of hair that have fallen over his eyes.

“Had enough?” you ask him, amused by the small huff he lets out. He drops his weight on top of you and buries his face into your neck, breathing your scent in.