MJ

You had desperately wished that Sheva picked something safer, but you knew better than to think she'd listen. This agency wasn't nearly as cohesive as the BSAA had been. They had been swift and despite most of their threats, Sheva wasn't exposed to the same level of danger she was now. This wasn't run by professionals of the same caliber, it felt more political than anything. Every bit of the missions were examined under a microscope now, so it took twice as long for Sheva to be released when she got back.

You were a night owl, and while Sheva wished you had never started the habit of staying up for her, she was grateful you did. There was something about seeing your smiling face the moment she walked through the door that made everything okay. Sheva's body hurt more than she remembered it ever hurting in forever. The new agency didn't seem to spend the same amount of money on tactical gear, something that was obvious with each hit Sheva had taken while she was away.

"There you are, I was about to go to bed," you greeted Sheva happily. She kicked off her shoes at the door and set her overnight bag by the couch. You let her flop down next to you without reprimanding her. The money was good enough that Sheva had promised you a new couch once she settled into her position as a captain. "How was it?"

"Almost pretty bad. The locals weren't exactly welcoming, but I think they just didn't like outsiders. A vaccine is being administered though, so it should be handled," Sheva told you. It sounded a bit like what she would have said in a brief. You remembered reading over her paperwork before shit hit the fan with the BSAA. Sheva was a good agent, and much like their best field agents, her reports left a lot to be desired. "I'm gonna shower, but you should get ready for bed."

"I want to finish this episode first," you told her. Sheva grunted, but left you to watch your show anyway. You swatted at her butt as she walked away, something that earned you a cheeky look over the shoulder. It was hard to keep your hands to yourself, and as you tried to force yourself to pay attention to your show, you thought about all the ways you wanted to touch Sheva.

Sex was far from everything in your relationship, but both of you enjoyed it. Sheva spent a lot of time around brutes and soldiers, so your softness was appreciated. She loved the intimacy you could share without any worry of being perceived as soft or less than. The guys at work all seemed to make jokes about Sheva's relationship with you, but she could shut them up with little more than a passionate kiss.

Your show ended a couple minutes before Sheva's shower was done, but you knew she wouldn't mind if you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Sheva didn't even seem to notice you until she looked up to see you staring at her reflection in the mirror. You were no stranger to admiring her, but Sheva could tell something was wrong when you flinched away from her. Cuts and bruises were nothing new, but Sheva's body looked like it had been picked up and thrown against a wall.

"Talk to me," Sheva said softly. She let you keep the bit of distance between your bodies as she covered up with a robe. It was one of yours that she had stolen when you first got together. Sheva had been used to just using an old towel, and all it had taken to get her to switch was a single fluffy robe that had been warming up on the heater.

"Do they hurt?" you asked as you tried to find a spot by her hip to set your hand. Sheva shrugged at your question. It was the kind of non-answer that spoke more than words. She wasn't going to lie to you about not being in pain, you weren't an idiot. You knew that her body was sore, but you didn't need to hear her complain about it. All that would do was upset you, and Sheva wouldn't get any rest if she was worried about placating you.

"It's not so bad now. Ricky knows I've got some meds here to take if I need them. Come on, let's go to bed. Are you okay if I stay like this?" Sheva bit back a sigh of relief when you let yourself be led into the bedroom. You were dressed up in pajamas, but Sheva just dropped the robe once she was in bed. "Can you keep your hands to yourself?"

"I-I don't think that it would be a good idea for me to even try to touch you. Fuck, it looks like you've got a rib out of place. M-maybe we should go-,"

"Shh, I'm staying right here. They looked me over for three days, and all I want is to lay here with you and sleep. Maybe in the morning I'll pop a couple of pain killers and go down on you, but right now I need some rest," Sheva told you. You weren't used to being cut off, but the shock of it distracted you from Sheva's bruises. She wanted you to lay there and be quiet, which you tried to do, but found more difficult than you anticipated. "I can hear you freaking yourself out."

"Was it always like this? Maybe you need to get more iron in your diet because I swear that you didn't used to bruise like this. It's perfectly normal to need more vitamins as you get old-," Sheva grabbed your face and pressed her lips to yours. You couldn't stop the tears from running down your cheeks as you were forced to stop. Sheva sighed as she broke the kiss, thumbs brushing away the tears.

"The don't have the same gear suppliers, so the plates aren't as thick. Yeah, it hurts a little more, but that just means we all train to be a little more careful. I know that it's a scary thought right now, but I will be fine. Nothing in this world could keep me from coming home to you alive and well right now," Sheva promised you. You nodded and tried to calm yourself down, but you couldn't. Sheva seemed to understand exactly what you needed and held you tightly in her arms. "Hey? I love you."

The idea of fucking here, because you knew that "tea" was rarely ever just a conversation over drinks, thrilled you. Someone could walk in and both of you knew that. Still, Cassandra's week had been busy and this was seemingly the only way that she believed she could have you. Caitlyn's string of bad luck in the bedroom made her a little clingy with her mother's time, and Tobias hadn't been away nearly as much as Cassandra was used to.

That was why you found yourself sitting at her desk waiting for the council meeting to end. Cassandra had already made you a cup of tea and left a note for you to enjoy it. There was no telling when they'd reach any sort of agreement, but you didn't mind the wait. Cassandra was the one who struggled to hold herself back, a fact that you loved to think about any time the woman crossed your mind. You could be a bit needy, as Caitlyn had told you, but Cassandra was downright desperate.

Your trysts had begun as something subtle, but once Cassandra got her hands on you, the marks began. She left a lot of hickeys in her wake, often sucking at your neck and chest with her fingers curling deep inside of you. It was never enough, something Cassandra was very vocal about. She always wanted to be deeper inside of you, like it would somehow make every stressful thing in her life go away.

You understood the need to clear your mind. It was hard to think of expectations with Cassandra's tongue probing into your mouth. The taste of her mouth was practically burned into your memory. She had effectively ruined you for anybody else, and all it took was a couple months. The sex was beyond great, but it was the little moments of watching her work that did you in. You knew that it was risky to stay and watch her, but there was something so undeniably sexy about her focus.

"Well, if they needed something then they should have mentioned it earlier. I want no interruptions this afternoon, not even my husband or daughter." The reminder of Cassandra's family hit you with a pang of guilt, one that was quickly pushed down when she officially entered the office. She didn't look at you until after the door was shut and locked. She had also blocked any view of you from the outside, as if her secretary hadn't been the one to let you in her office in the first place.

"Hi," you greeted her with a shy smile. Cassandra's own smile was soft at first, but then you saw the way her face sharpened a bit. It started in her eyes, a darkening of her normally light blues that you knew only meant one thing. Cassandra lacked subtly when she knew just how much you'd appreciate her openness.

"Sorry that I couldn't join you for the cup of tea, love. Was it alright?" Cassandra walked around to lean on the edge of her own desk. She towered over you a little normally, but it sparked a different kind of excitement when she had you sat in front of her.

"Perfect, although I think you put in a bit of extra honey for yourself," you teased. Cassandra didn't deny it. She liked when your lips tasted of something a little sweeter. Cassandra had suffered through kissing the bitterness of your afternoon coffee away more than enough times to warrant something a little sweeter with you. It wasn't like you cared either, you had always preferred your tea sweeter than your peers. "How was your meeting?"

"Tedious and unproductive, and that's putting it politely," Cassandra sighed. You reached forward and placed your hands on her thighs, rubbing gently. You could feel a bit of tension in the muscle, but Cassandra hadn't let you be in control long enough to relieve that. Lately, she had been more interested in touching you than being touched. You wondered if you had done something, but that thought was quickly pushed out of your head as Cassandra's hand cupped your jaw.

She let her touch linger without pressing. You hated how easily she could tell you wanted her. Cassandra could tease you endlessly, and you'd still stare at her like a lost puppy just waiting for a crumb of affection. She told you it was why she liked you, that you were always so sweet for her. That alone kept you coming back again and again with a smile and potentially over-eager attitude.

The kiss was gentle as Cassandra pulled you out of her chair. She sat you a little more forcefully on her desk before she took the chair for herself. You leaned back on your hands and watched with rapt attention as Cassandra spread your thighs. Your clothes were in the way of what she wanted, but Cassandra worked to make quick work of your pants. Things were rushed because they had to be, but you didn't doubt for a moment that Cassandra preferred things this way so she didn't have to be patient.

She was always focused on her work, whether it be with the council or you. Cassandra pushed for progress, and you were learning all the ways she could do that. A subtle touch or stare made you absolutely weak in the knees. You felt pathetic at times, but that was what Cassandra liked. You weren't wrapped up in your research, you sat with your legs spread wide for her in her office instead. There were a million things you could be doing or people you could spend your time with, but none of it seemed worthy when Cassandra came into the picture.

"Keep your hands behind your back, I've got another meeting before I go home," Cassandra ordered. She had you completely exposed in front of her, and you swore you had seen her lick her lips twice already, but Cassandra didn't lean forward to taste you until she saw you place your hands behind your back. If she had the means to, your hands would have been tied up to ensure your obedience.

Your fingers curled against something on her desk just to keep them occupied. Cassandra looked almost proud of how quickly you had listened to her as she finally closed the distance between your cunt and her mouth. The first noise you heard was Cassandra's satisfied moan at the taste of you on her tongue. Her fingers held you open to explore the most sensitive and intimate parts of your body.

"So good, my sweet girl." Cassandra's gentle praises slipped out in between harsh sucks of your clit into her mouth. You realize then and there how crunched you were for time. Her schedule was infinitely more busy than yours these days, but Cassandra always had time for you. She moved things around constantly to ensure that she could give you the attention she believed you deserved.

The coil in your stomach tightened as Cassandra pulled you forward. The onslaught of her tongue was even more intense with just the slightest bit of pressure applied. Cassandra was quick about getting you off and letting up as she felt the gush against her chin. Both of you knew how much more of a mess you could have made of her, but despite what she wanted, Cassandra couldn't afford that tonight.

"When everything is all said and done tonight, I'd like to spend some more time with you," Cassandra said as she gave you some space. You moved on shaky legs to pull your pants back up. It would have felt humiliating, but Cassandra's gaze lacked judgement. She just simply watched to see if you needed help.

"Do you want to come over? I know it's nothing like the Kiramman mansion, but I did splurge and get a new mattress. We could break it in," you suggested.

"I wasn't thinking sex actually," Cassandra corrected. Your eyes fell at the idea of rejection, which was when Cassandra quickly swooped in for damage control. "I just wanted to be around you. No expectations or illicit affairs, just us."

"I'd like that," you told her. Cassandra pressed a quick kiss to your temple before she pulled her handkerchief out to wipe away any mess you made of her face. "I'll see you tonight."

"Come on baby, we had such a good time. You can't tell me that you don't want to see me ever again." You glanced out into the hallway from your peephole. This woman was one you think you'd seen around town before, but you weren't sure. She almost could have looked like you if someone had been drinking, something that rubbed you the wrong way. "Sevika, please."

"I don't want to see you ever again. What we had was an okay night. You weren't what I needed or want, I'm sorry," Sevika told her. She didn't sound as harsh as you had expected. Sevika looked tired though, worse than when Jinx had left her with Isha before you stepped in.

"You fucking bitch! No wonder that psycho just got to run off with your kid!" The woman's face turned red as she screamed at Sevika. You could see the way Sevika tensed, so you stepped in before any trouble could start.

"Alright, enough of that. You get out of here before I call building security AND the enforcers. Sevika, inside now," you said sternly. Your tone didn't leave any room for argument. Sevika sulked into your apartment instead of her own, and the woman just stared at you before she left as well. "Make yourself comfortable I guess."

"I just need to think for a minute," Sevika mumbled from her spot on your couch. She had the decency to leave her shoes by the door, but you had never meant for her to come into your place. "I fucked up so bad. I keep making it worse."

"Things will work out, they tend to for you." You tried your best not to sound bitter, but it didn't work. Sevika opened her eyes and looked at you, and the expression on your face made her sit up.

"I didn't apologize to you, not really. Jinx took Isha and I spiraled so badly that I forgot everything I meant to say to you. Would it be okay if I told you how I feel now?" Sevika asked. You knew that it was a bad idea, but you still found yourself nodding in agreement to hear her out. "I miss you a lot, and it made me realize something, I love you. If it was just missing sex, I'd understand, but we had a lot more than sex that I miss. You've been understanding and patient with me before when I probably didn't deserve it, so I won't ask for you to do it again. I am sorry that I made a mess of everything, that I didn't tell you Jinx was supposed to come back because at that point, I didn't think she would."

"Sevika, we were together for maybe four months and apart for just as long," you told her. Sevika nodded, like that didn't change a thing in her mind. "You've just been holding onto this for months waiting for what?"

"I don't know. I was scared, so I hoped maybe you would come to me. With everything else going on, I don't think I would have lived if you told me you didn't want me back," Sevika admitted. Her words hung heavy between the two of you. "I'm better now, don't worry."

"Are you?"

"I'm as good as I'm gonna get until Jinx calms down."

...

You don't entirely understand how Sevika ended up spending as much time at your apartment as she was. She'd leave when you went to work, only to walk over to your place once she knew you were home. It was nice, the warm, home-cooked meal she made for you before joining you in bed. As if she wanted to prove herself to you, Sevika never did more than offer a warm body to lay against.

Weeks upon weeks of this got you used to a routine. That was why it was jarring when you tried to fall asleep after work, but couldn't. Sevika wasn't waiting up for you like she usually would. You tried to go to sleep by yourself, but you couldn't. It was frustrating enough to make you get out of your own bed and walk across the hallway to Sevika's apartment. You didn't even stop to think until you were knocking on her door and waiting for her to open it.

It wasn't until you heard the shuffling of footsteps that you realized maybe there was a reason you hadn't seen Sevika today. She had mentioned a meeting, but didn't elaborate further than that. It was something she had been nervous about, you could tell from the way she had held you a little tighter. She'd deny it, but Sevika had tried to calm herself by pressing her lips to your neck with "subtle" kisses until you just kissed her on the lips.

"H-hey, is everything okay?" Sevika asked as she stepped into the hallway. She kept the door shut behind her, like she wanted to keep you hidden. You knew it meant Jinx had to be over unless she had finally grown tired of celibacy and picked up someone else.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I feel stupid now. I just couldn't sleep, but you're busy so I'll go home," you mumbled. Sevika smirked as she reached forward and lifted your chin. "You look nice."

"Thanks, someone folded my shirts so they weren't wrinkled. I'll have to stop by and properly thank them later," Sevika teased. You bit your lip as Sevika leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. "Text me in an hour if you're still awake. We should be almost done here, then I'm all yours."

"You spoil me."

"You deserve something for putting up with me." Sevika brushed off any severity of your words with a light joke. She gave you one last kiss and watched to make sure you got back into your apartment before she turned to go inside of her own. You didn't manage to stay awake for the next hour, but when you woke up later, Sevika was busy at work in your kitchen.

"Hi," you greeted her with a kiss to the cheek. Sevika guided you over to sit down, preferring you out of the way while she cooked. "What's all this?"

"Dinner, and I know it looks like a lot, but Violet is going to drop Isha off soon. Oh, and before I forget, would you like to stay the night at my place? We're watching movies tonight and going to the zoo tomorrow. I know you don't work, and I haven't exactly taken you on many, if any, dates..." Sevika trailed off, as if she suddenly realized how close she was to rambling.

Sadie gets better at giving you more control in the bedroom over time. She claims that you're just stern with her now, but both of you know that's not really the case.

One thing that NEVER changes is how much time Sadie likes to spend eating you out. If anything, she's doing it more being around you all the time.

You had always had an inkling that she was down pretty bad for you like you were with her, but it was nothing until she was suddenly home all the time. She wants you absolutely everywhere and will practically haul you over her shoulder or the back of a horse to get you.

Sadie opens up to little things like role playing, so skills like knot tying aren't forgotten. She has trouble finding soft ropes, so I think she'd try and go about making her own.

You can beg Sadie to be rough with you, and she will to an extent, but the woman is beside herself when a mark other than a hickey shows up on your skin. She'll go on about how all she ever does is get people hurt.

Sadie requires a lot more aftercare to deal with thoughts she had pushed back before. Physical comfort is nice, but you never forget to tell her how important she is to you.

It isn't always the three of you being intimate at the same time, but it isn't like you keep a schedule either. Everything depends on who is in what kind of mood.

You and Jill can get in moods where Carlos simply can't keep up, but he doesn't mind. Just like Jill was a bit physically closed off after Africa, so she's just pick up a new hobby while you and Carlos had sex. Both of them can go for longer than you because they've got better stamina.

Carlos is a lot more gentle than Jill, especially when she decides to use the strap-on. Both of them prefer to be on top though, especially when it's you beneath them. Carlos tends to let Jill ride him if that's what she wants.

Jill's body ages slower than yours, so she really cherishes the way you and Carlos have softened around the edges. She seems jealous at times, but the way she dotes on the two of you in bed washes away all of your insecurities.

Carlos is a big foreplay guy, and unintentionally makes you beg for it. Jill intentionally makes you beg. She's dominant and bratty, which makes for some interesting stand-offs.

Jill is strict about good aftercare and cleaning up, often prompting the two of you to "get a move on" after sex. Carlos wants nothing more than to cuddle and sleep, but Jill insists on cleaning up first.

Both of them talk quite a bit during sex, but Jill definitely is better at dirty talk. Carlos leans towards praise and telling you how good everything feels. Jill isn't derogatory, but she's teasing the whole time.

Some nights sex feels like a lot of hassle, so you'll go a slightly easier route like mutual masturbation. Sometimes Jill just wants to watch you and Carlos touch each other, so she's usually the one to ask for that.

Captain Wesker's compliance with Chris's request was suspicious to everyone, including Chris after a little while. Wesker was known for being a bit of an ass just for fun, and once Chris had begun dating you, Wesker picked him as his second favorite target. None of Wesker's ire had ever been directed towards you, and as you sat on Wesker's desk with his face between your thighs, you understood exactly why.

Your hookups with Captain Wesker started out as a quick rebound. Chris had been a gentleman until he heard the rumors that someone had seen you leave with Wesker. From that day on, everything changed for the three of you. You treated Wesker less like a quick fuck and a lot more like a boyfriend, despite his insistence there was no relationship to be had. It should have been a perfect set up to get your heart broken, but Wesker took to the role you wanted better than expected.

"What was that?" Your head whipped around at the sound of footsteps outside of Wesker's office. Chris was around because he had to take a shift or two after dark to keep things fair. Wesker didn't seem bothered in the slightest, not when he could feel the way your thighs trembled in his hands from how close you were. "We have to hurry up."

"You know how I prefer to take my time with you," Wesker teased. Still, he stood up and let his body cage yours against his desk. Your hands moved between his legs to angle the tip of his cock at your entrance. You both would have preferred for you to cum on his mouth, but it was not worth the embarrassment you knew you'd feel if Chris caught the two of you. Especially after you assured him that you weren't stupid enough to hook up at work. "It's not fair."

"Says the one who started this," you laughed. Wesker narrowed his eyes at you, but cracked a small smile as he leaned in to kiss you. He thrust his hips forward, barely containing your moans with a series of deep kisses. You had been breathing heavy before, but now you felt like you couldn't get a breath in. Each thrust from Wesker pushed the air out of your lungs.

"Shh, you're acting like you want Chris to hear," Wesker warned. You tried to keep quiet, but all the effort went out the window when you fell back against his desk. Wesker didn't follow you down to muffle your moans, and it wasn't until you felt him start to thrust even harder that you wondered why.

"Jesus Christ," you mumbled, locking your legs around his waist to give him less room to pull back. Wesker smirked at that and ran his hands up your torso, stopping only to grope your chest. "Albert..."

"I told you to be quiet or we'd have an audience." Wesker nodded towards the door and you knew to expect Chris before you even looked over. Wesker didn't stop, just slowed down enough to keep you whimpering and whining. "Look at him over there, so pathetic and needy. I bet you feel like an idiot for giving this up, don't you?"

"Shut up," Chris grumbled. He took a step towards the desk, neither one of you looking away from each other as he approached. Wesker watched the two of you closely with a small smirk that managed to go unnoticed. Chris would have chalked it down to Wesker being smug, but if you had seen it, you would have seen the cogs turning in Wesker's brain as he devised a plan to lord you over Chris.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them to yourself Redfield. Y/n, use your hands and nothing else, but only if you want to. Say the word and he's out of here," Wesker commanded. He had yet to use such an authoritative tone with you, but you liked it. Wesker had a tendency to be dominant, but he didn't feel the need to order you around until Chris walked in.

You glanced up at Wesker to see if it looked like he really meant it before you actually reached out towards Chris. Wesker paused long enough to let you focus on helping Chris tug his pants down. Chris was blushing furiously and found himself unable to look directly at you as your hand wrapped around his cock. You thought about bringing the other up, but Wesker grabbed your free hand and held it so you could feel him inside of you.

A little pressure in the right places with your strokes had Chris closing his eyes and swearing in pleasure. Wesker kept his pause until you set your pace with Chris, and then he matched it. Whenever you sped up, Wesker did as well. He kept his focus better than you ever could have, but Chris obviously wasn't the same kind of distraction for him. If anything, Chris being right there pushed Wesker to try a little harder to make sure you felt good.

"C'mon Redfield, that can't be the best you've got. No wonder she came running to me, I thought we were just getting started," Wesker teased. He could see the way Chris twitched and jumped in your hand. It was obvious both of you were close, and Wesker wasn't too far behind, but he wanted to hold off until you were both done. He forced himself to grit his teeth and keep fucking you until Chris came, even when your cunt clenched so perfectly around him.

It would have been so easy for him to cum inside of you, and a part of Wesker wanted to, but couldn't. It was too early for that. He had a mission to complete and this was an unnecessary distraction from that, but Wesker found himself loving it anyway. Maybe when all was said and done, he'd come back for you. Chris would hopefully be out of the picture completely by then, and if he wasn't, Wesker knew that he could take you far enough away he'd never be a problem again.

"Come here," Wesker muttered lowly as he lifted you to sit up. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as Chris stumbled back to sit in one of Wesker's chairs. He tried to look away as Wesker kissed you, but he couldn't. A spark of jealousy rose inside of Chris, bigger than the one that had fueled him to walk in on you in the first place. It was one thing to know Wesker fucked you, but it was a completely different one to see that it was more than that. "Are you okay?"