Your husband, Albert Wesker, had been in his office almost all day, only leaving when mandatory. He had so much work to do and research to look through that he didn’t have the time to see you.

But here you were, horny and desperate for his touch. Tossing and turning in bed, trying to just go to sleep and push away the feeling but nothing would work. You needed him.

You tossed the covers off of yourself and sat up in bed. The moonlight illuminated the bedroom just enough to see around and get to the door. Getting out of bed, you quickly walked to the door, the cool metal hitting your hand as you twisted the knob and walked out.

You continued down the hall to his office door. A weird feeling running down your body.. Maybe you shouldn’t bother him, he is working after all.

But your dripping cunt said otherwise, you needed him to satisfy you, no matter the way.

With that, you opened the door slowly. Seeing your husband sitting in front of many monitors, still fully clothed in his suit, shoes, and tie.

Wesker didn’t care to turn around, he knew it was you coming in. “Honey, when are you coming to bed?” You paused for just a second “I miss you”

You walked further into the room, closing the door as you waited for a response. “Hm.. I’m not sure.” His voice was deep and you could tell he was more focused on his work than you right now.

“You should go to sleep soon, it’s quite late.” He added, still not bothering to face you. “I’ve been trying but.. I can’t” you explained.

Now standing behind the chair he was sitting in, you place your hands on his shoulders. “Can’t you take a break… for me? Please?” You begged softly, hoping it would convince him to help you with how you’re feeling.

Albert Shakes his head “I have too much work to take a break”. You sighed, figuring you’d have to deal with yourself alone. You pulled you arms back and turned around, walking back to the door.

Until you heard his voice again. He let out a small and quiet sigh “actually.. come back” Your face lit up when he said that, quickly making your way back to him.

“On your knees” He was stern with the way he talked, like he was better than you and knew you would listen. “Yessir” you obliged, quickly dropping to you knees.

You assumed he wanted you to suck him off but when your hands went to reach his belt he smacked them away softly and clicked his tongue. “Don’t get greedy now, pet.” The way he said it made you even more wet than before. Soaking through the fabric of your panties.

You were confused, why did he want you down here if not to pleasure him? That was until you felt his leather shoe softly knocking into your side.

“Worship me, brat” is all he said. So you did.

You leaned down, looking up at him before you kissed his shoe. He looked back down at you with a smile. You continued to kiss his shoe as he went back to work.

That’s when you got an idea.. you sat up and spread your legs over his shoe, cunt hovering over it. Albert didn’t look down, he didn’t care what you were doing as long as it wasn’t bothering him.

You lowered your body down onto the leather of his shoe, the laces adding texture as you very slowly rocked your hips.

Once Albert felt the pressure on his foot he looked down, a smile on his face as he noticed what you were doing. “That feel good, pet?”

You quickened your pace, still going quite slow though to get used to the feeling. “Mhmm, I’m sorry.. need this” you apologized.

He brought his hand down to your face and let his thumb caress your cheek “it’s alright pet, you can continue.”

You smiled at both his touch and permission, moving your hips quicker as you grab onto his leg and thigh for support.

Wesker went back to his work, moving his hand back up to his desk. You could hear the taps of his keyboard and the click of a mouse but you drowned it out with pleasure.

Going quicker you found a pace you liked, the smoothness of the leather mixed with the ridges of the lace through your panties was exactly what you needed right now. “Mmm fuck..” you moaned quietly, continuing at the pace you set.

You leaned your head on his knee, taking in the scent of him as you humped his shoe. He always smelt so good. A musky scent mixed with leather and amber. You didn’t even realize your pace quickened as you smelt him. Letting out another moan as your clothed pussy humped the show, your clit being hit with multiple different texture and feelings.

“Mmm~! Albert please..! can I cum?” You asked permission as you got closer to feeling the knot in your stomach.

Albert looked down with pity in his eyes, almost like he felt bad that you were so desperate. “Yes pet, you may.” He leaned back in his chair, his hand meeting your face once again as he stared down at you.

“Thank you sir.. thank you!” You moaned out louder, chasing your release as you went faster. “Fuck this feels so good..!”Your wetness making the leather smoother as you moved.

“Oh my goddd!” You drew out “nghh~! I’m cumming!“ The knot in your stomach finally tightened, leaving your hips jerking as you cum. Your hole tightening around nothing but air. Albert’s smell flooding your nose as you become a moaning mess beneath him.

Albert’s hand continues to caress you, acting as comfort as you come down from your high. Looking up at him with tired eyes and heavy breaths.

“Mama.” You called out to your Owner, crawling slowly towards her. Although she was fashionably late, her hair was tied up and slightly disheveled.

“Oh Puppy,” She called out, crouching down to your level after putting her car keys and jacket away. “How’s my little Puppy,hm?” She reached out to scratch behind your ears, smiling with exhaustion as she watched your tail bang against the wall.

“Happy now youre home.” You answered, licking your cheek and sniffing her to ensure no other Puppies had taken her for claim. “Is Mama okay?” She only nodded. Pulling away slightly to untie her hair and let those beautiful red locks that you loved so much drape down her back and frame her face. “How about we head to bed? You can sleep with Mama tonight.”

You whimpered excitedly and crawled to the bedroom that you occasionally shared with Wanda, pushing open the door with your head and picking up a toy,that had been left in there previously, with your mouth. However, when Wanda followed swiftly behind you, her mouth fell agape as she glanced around the half destroyed bedroom.

The blankets were shoved off the bed, the pillows were slightly ripped allowing the feathers inside to flutter around the room and the duvet was covered in a mixture of mud and drool. She forgot to close the door properly. “Puppy.” She whispered in shock, her eyes darkening with both annoyance and anger. Wanda was exhausted beyond belief, her day had been terrible due to people nagging her ear off and not completing tasks correctly which meant she had to do it all herself. But this. This was her tipping point.

Wanda, with towering rage, gripped your collar to throw you off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud. A painful whimper and wince filled the room as your knees hit the wood below. “Stupid fucking mutt!” Wanda shouted with frustration, tugging on your collar once more to lift your head up. “You pathetic and stupid dog.”

Your bottom lip quivered as you made eye contact with your owner, your frightened eyes welled up with tears as Wanda glared down at you with disgust and resentment. “I- Mama i’m sorry…” You whimpered out, an audible tremble in your voice as you tried to hold yourself together.

Wanda had only been this mad once before and that was because you chewed her favourite and most expensive pair of shoes. But even then, she never manhandled you or belittled you this much. “Oh you’re sorry?” She hissed, slapping you across the face with a hard flick of the wrist causing your ear to ring. “I am frankly exhausted from today and my dumb animal of a pet decided to make it worse!” Her voice was loud and laced with venomous words.

“Mama-“ She quickly shut you up as she let go of your collar and gripped your hair instead, tangling her fingers in your locks with a firm twist that made the follicles sting. “Mindless fucking animal.”

Your Owner, with most of her strength, pushed you away as she let go of your hair and rubbed her forehead. You dipped your head as you tried to hide your tears that ran down your face, your body trembling and your tail tucked between your legs as you sniffled.

“You don’t get to be upset.” She quipped, shaking her head as she walked out the bedroom suddenly. Your heart sank as she left, the dreadful thought of her leaving you and never coming back because you tore up her bedsheets filled your mind. But as you were about to open your mouth, she finally came back with a leash. “Get undressed.”

You gulped and started to undress without hesitation knowing if you did this punishment would be a lot worse than it was going to be. “Faster, mutt.” Wanda demanded, stepping closer and kneeling down to rip off your clothes. “Don’t take your fucking time while all i’ve done today is fucking wait!”

She threw your shredded clothes aside and clipped the leash to your collar, standing up to look down at you. The lack of sympathy and respect was evident in her eyes as you knelt there, all tear eyed and bare before her.

“Here.” The red head snapped her fingers as she sat on the edge of the bed, pointing to the floor between her legs. “Now.” She tugged your leash.

You swiftly crawled towards her, kneeling at her feet with your back straight and your hands on your thighs. “Look at me.” And you did. “Who’s a pathetic excuse of a pet?”

“I am.” You replied with certainty, shifting on your knees before she slapped you again. “Who’s a bad girl?”

“I am, Mama.” You shifted once more to give your tail the opportunity to tuck itself between your legs. “You think tearing up my bed is acceptable?”

“I-“ SLAP. The evidence of punishment was being to form on your face, bright red and harsh outlines of fingers had plastered themselves on your skin. “It’s a yes or no question.”

“No.”

“Do you see me wrecking your crate, hm? Throwing out all the pillows and shredding up your toys?” Wanda tilted her head and pulling your leash. “Hm?”

“No.” You whispered. You dipped your head again in shame, still now, in this situation, you had now idea why you ripped up her pillows and threw her blankets on the floor. You knew it wasn’t acceptable to go into your Owner’s room without permission so why did you do?

“Silly Puppy.” She whispered back softly, stroking your head and playing with your ears. Her soft and sweet tone of voice paired with the gentle touch to your ears was a stark contrast to what she was doing to you before. It made your head fuzzy. “Silly Puppy needs a punishment hm? I think Mama has the perfect punishment for you.”

She tapped her foot on the floor and narrowed her eyes, a silent order for you to straddle her heeled foot. The perfectly polished heel reflected your glistening pussy perfectly. “Aww, the dumb mutt is getting off on this abuse hm? Is that why you did it? You wanted Mama to be rough with you?”

Your body shivered and filled with goosebumps at her accusation, maybe she was right? She had been awfully soft and gentle with you these past few days of intimacy but even then you could have just asked her to be rougher without ruining furniture.

“Too dumb to reply.” Your Owner sighed, lifting her heel up to push it against your folds. “You’re thinking with your pussy again and we haven’t even started.” You flinched and whined as her cold shoe hit your sensitive skin. “Please- i’m sorry.” You finally managed to say, accidentally bucking your hips.

“This is meant to be a punishment, Puppy.” She reminded you with a smirk, tapping the tip of her heel against your clit which made you shudder and gasp. “Pathetic. Grind on your Owner’s shoe, Little one. Go on.”

With permission you confidently and with need started to hump her shoe, biting your lip as you arched your hips slightly to rub your clit against the heel between your legs, small moans filling the room. You grip her leg as your hips sped up, whimpering as your wetness leaves evidence of your arousal on her shoe. “Good girl.” She praised, scratching behind your adorable floppy ears while you stuck your tongue out to pant and continue your actions like a dog in heat.

Wanda continued to pet you, changing between scratching your ears and stroking your hair as she watched you grind on her foot. Her eyes glowed with arousal and smugness, the way you whimpered and drooled on yourself made her panties wet but, she wouldn’t dare tell you that. Your hips rocked and stuttered with each bump against your clit, wrapping your arm around her leg for stability as your orgasm was growing embarrassingly fast.

“You close Puppy? You wanna make more of a mess on your Owner’s nice shoes hm?” She teased, her voice filled with mockery and fake sympathy. “You want to cum for me?” You nodded, the wire connected to your brain and mouth short circuited causing you let out a needy mewl.

“Hold it, Pup.” She whispered, pulling on your leash that continued to be wrapped around her fist. “No cumming without my permission.”

“Please-“ You choke out, your body trembling as your thighs twitched with anticipation and want. “Please, Mama! I’m close-“

“Lift your hips.” Wanda commanded with a firm tone which you relentlessly complied with a groan of sexual frustration. “It’s a punishment remember, bad puppies dont deserve to cum.” The redhead said with a smirk, tapping your cheek with taunt. “Now lick my shoe clean.”

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AUTHORS NOTE:

also this is what adam looks like, that man is strong, fat, and hairy. give this guy more hair. hes a bear alright. like i know hes not gay. but hes a bear. get twink adam away from me.

His room is dark. You've destroyed the lights already, unable to stand the glint of gold on his guitars. Glass litters the ground from when Lute was in a few hours ago.

You stopped crying days ago. Lute vomited yesterday, crying so hard that she spilled her guts in the barracks. You two had spent hours pressed together.

Just thinking about it makes you stand and shout in frustration. You dig your claws into the wall paper and tear it down-

"breaking my shit again, babe?" He muses, looking at his nails idly. Your head snaps up, "adam?" Your voice breaks.

He laughs, "Sup?" You rush to him, hands falling on his chest-

-and he's there. Real. Warm and full beneath your hands. You sob and pat him like you can't believe it. "You're here?" He cackles, "Thought you could get rid of me that easy? C'mere tits-" He tugs you into a patronizing hug, patting the top of your head. "There, there, let it out you whiny cunt."

You bury your face into hs cheast, his heart beats steadily under your ear. "Fuck- sir i-" You pull away and look up at him- at his mask. "Oh trust me babe, I know." He laughs and turns away from you, hands working to undo his cloak. Your mouth goes dry. "You know tits- between you and Lute, I always thought you were hotter."

He drops his cloak and sprawls out in the chair behind his desk, the juxtaposition between his bronzed skin and the sharp angelic steel of his mask makes you swallow. "Your rack? To die for," he stretches, you've seen Adam training- you know he's strong. Not in a body builder chisled way, but in a heavier thicker way,

His stomach pushes out infront of the waistband of his uniform pants, beerbelly covered in hair that you've only seen in the communal showers. His arms are thick muscles wrapped in fat that comes from the life of luxury he leads. His pecs are heavy and covered in hair. "Why don't you give me an up close show?"

You're yanking off your uniform immedaintly, chain mail hitting the ground with a crash. You fall at his feet, his knee high angelic steel boots are lined with buckles, each must weigh a ton- if the sound they make when he walks is any indicator. You lay your head on his knee, where his pants meet the boots. "Atta girl." He laughs.

He nudges one of the steel boots under your core and tugs you forward- steel tips smashing into your cunt sharply. YOu gasp and brace your hands on his knees. "Put that mouth to use." He commands, your hands reach to his fly and he jerks his foot so the cold metal bashes against your cunt.* "Did I say to use your mouth?"

"No sir." you say immedaintly, heat pooling in you. You lean forward, head pressing into the warmth of his stomach, and use your teeth to open the top clasp. You press your face into his bulge and bite onto the zipper, slowly tugging it down. you take a deep shaky breath and all you can smell is him. Musky, salty, warm. You can't explain- but it feels so perfectly like him.

He chuckles and grabs you by the hair, tugging your head back. "slow bitch." He frees his cock and taps your face. "Open up babe."

His cock is fat, red and swollen at the tip with a curve to the side that makes you dizzy to see. You swallow and instead of going straight to his cock you press reverent kisses to his stomach making his breath catch. "greedy." He chides, but there's an unsteady current in his voice.

You hum and nose against the coarse hair of his pubes, lapping at the salt thats gathered. He groans, head tipping back as you enjoy your position. You finally lick up the side of his cock, he bitter and salty and you moan to yourself, cunt fluttering at his taste alone. You like the head of his cock slowly, tasting his pre before finally starting to take as much as you can. He's so thick that your jaw aches, he hisses as his cock brushes your teeth- even open wide he's pressed up to them. "Fu-uck babe- holy shit." He groans, patting your head condescending but genuine. "God if I'd known you were this good I'd've done this centturies ago."

His cock presses to your gag reflex and tears spring in your eyes, your hand wraps around the last few inches of him and he groans. "Atta girl- fucking worship me babe-" your head starts to bob while you twist your hand. The two of you are making obscene sounds- wet squelches coming from you and desperate laughs that dissolve into moans from him.

Soon you fall into a rythym, your mouth is so full that you can barely take short breaths when you bob your head- he grabs your hair and pulls you off. "Gimme your tits." He barks, jerking himself off. You scramble and he shoves his slicked cock between your tits. You press them together and he pistons up into you- his cockhead tapping your mouth. "fuck- you ever here of a money shot babe?" You shake your head and all he does is laugh.

He fucks up into your chest faster and faster until he shouts and yanks your face infront of his cock, thick heavy stripes of cum spurt across your face. "sir-" He laughs, his grip is firm keeping you there. "You're lucky it's just cum." He groans, he pushes his cock against your face, covering you in even more of his release until finally he collapses in hs chair witha satisfied sigh. "Fuck babe."

You wipe your eyes and taste his release. You look up at him and he whistles. "The pictures I'd take..." You go to speak but he smirks an djerks his foot- the noice you make is sinful. "ah- s-sir"

He hums, "What? You wanna get off? is that it?" He chuckles. You look down, his boot is dripping with your slick. Your face flushes, "yes." You murmur. "excuse me?"

You look up, "Yes sir. I- i want it. To get off." The grin that splits acros shis mask can only be described as predatory. "Then work for it bitch."

You blink and flush cherry red, and slowly- unsure- you start to roll your hips into his steel boot. He grins lazily, looking down at you and that's all the encouragement you need.

You shift until you find the right angel and hump him like a bitch in heat. Your head on his knee, dripping his cum, while you rut against his fucking boot. You can hear him laughing pleased, making soft groans, and saying soemthing lowly but all you can feel is the pleasure building.

"please- please-" You gasp, He laughs. "cum. Thats an order."

You shout and grind cruely onto the steel of his boot- cumming with a loud cry. your cum slowly oozes down his boot and you two sit there for a moment, panting.

He hums and you look up to him. He winks.