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â đđđđđđ . . . series of one shots, ongoing STARS!ALBERT WESKER X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!
â đđ . . . boss x employee dynamic . slight dom/sub ( nothing too out there ) . use of honorifics ( "sir"/"captain", at the moment reader will not refer to wesker by his name ) spanking . creampie . unprotected . incredibly down bad behavior. ask for triggers man i'm doing my best out here ;-;
â đđđđđđđ . . . Â you are a receptionist at s.t.a.r.s headquarters and are quite popular among the employees for your many charms. captain albert wesker , your boss , is not your biggest fan. so one night you decide to stay late to get some extra work done and you find yourself creating a new , unexpected relationship with the man you swear is such a jerk.
â đđđđđđ'đ đđđđ . . . none of this is very christian of me. anyways. this was a series of drabbles i wrote a while ago but never shared until i decided to re-do this account. it's just pure smut. there's a few parts to this so if this is something you're interested in keeping up with just let me know !
The skirt you wore today was shortânot scandalous, but toeing that fine line of propriety. You hadnât planned it, much like those days when the office AC was set just a bit too cold, and your body betrayed you through thin fabric. It just⊠happened. And apparently, it worked; the men in the office seemed to linger longer by the receptionist desk, asking about your day, chatting about lunch options.
Today, it was Chris Redfield who made his way over, his broad shoulders and strong arms accentuated by the fitted uniform he wore like a second skin. He leaned casually against your desk, biceps flexed just enough to catch the eye, and gave you a friendly smile.
âSo, what are you doing later?â he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.
You smiled back, coy. âHavenât decided yet.â
âMaybe I could help you decide?â
Before you could respond to his playful offer, the familiar sound of precise, deliberate footsteps filled the room. Captain Albert Wesker approached, his presence like a sudden chill. He stopped a few feet from your desk, and his gaze, sharp as ice, settled on Chris.
âA slow day for you, Officer Redfield?â
Chris straightened immediately, clearing his throat. âNo, sir.â He cast you a quick, apologetic glance before retreating down the hallway, his footsteps fading as you rose to stand in front of the captain. You adjusted the hem of your skirt, feeling the weight of his gaze.
âCaptain,â you greeted, polite as ever.
Weskerâs voice was low, almost a warning. âI donât appreciate distractions in my department.â
âIt wasnât my intention, Captain.â
Beneath his calm, unyielding exterior, it was impossible to read his true thoughts. You were used to the effect you had on people; most found your charm and warmth inviting, and it was part of why youâd been hired. Clients and staff alike appreciated your ever-present smile, the soft touch that eased the tension of the office. But Wesker was a fortress, all business, no play.
With two taps on the edge of your desk, he dismissed you. Without another word, he turned, striding through the double doors to his office.
You turned to a nearby coworker, rolling your eyes. âHeâs such a jerk.â
âHe's your boss,â they teased. âNot everyone can fall for your charms.â
The day wound to a close, and as the office grew quieter, Chris circled back to your desk, his smile as easy as ever. âSo, any chance I get to steal you away for a bite tonight?â
You tapped the stack of paperwork on your desk with a rueful smile. âLong night for me. Maybe next time, Chris.â
He chuckled, giving you a wink. âIâll hold you to it.â
Before long, the office had emptied out, and the eerie quiet of after-hours set in. Only a few dim lights remained, casting long shadows across the empty cubicles. You checked the time and decided to finish the remaining tasks in the morning. Gathering a few scattered papers, you noticed a sealed letter addressed to 'Doctor Albert Wesker' buried in the pile, something youâd overlooked in the dayâs shuffle.
Your gaze flicked to the closed double doors of his office. Knowing how he already seemed to regard you with thinly veiled disdain, the idea of interrupting him after hours felt daunting. But you were determined to make a good impression, so you took a steadying breath, stepped to the door, and gave two light knocks.
âCome in,â came his voice, firm and unyielding.
You entered his office, a space you rarely saw, and felt its chill immediately. The room was as stark and impersonal as its occupant: dark stone walls, polished surfaces, no hint of comfort or warmth. He sat at his desk, the dim light casting sharp lines across his face as he worked. Only the sound of your heels clicking against the polished floor could be heard.
âYes?â he asked, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose as he pored over some report or another. For a moment, his eyes flickered up to meet yours, you felt like a rabbit caught in the gaze of a predator.
You hesitated a moment. âI didnât mean to intrude, butâŠâ
âWhat is it?â he pressed, clipped.
You steadied yourself, lifting the letter. âYou received a letter, sir.â
He extended his hand, expression unreadable. âThen give it here.â
You stepped forward, letter in hand, feeling the weight of Weskerâs attention settle briefly on you before his eyes dropped back to his paperwork. His fingers tapped impatiently on the desk.
"Hereâs your letter." You placed it in his hand, waiting a beat, hoping heâd say something more than his typical brisk responses.
But his gaze remained fixed on the document in front of him. "Thank you," he replied curtly, not looking up. As he grasped the letter from your possession, his fingers brushed against yours for the briefest of moments. An unexpected strike of electricity shot through you at the contact.
You shifted your weight, trying not to feel foolish for expecting more. "Long night for you as well, I suppose?"
"Yes," he said, dismissively, barely glancing at you. "As you can see, Iâm a busy man. Not much time for idle chatter." His tone held a distinct edge, one that made it clear he saw this exchange as a disruption.
You felt a slight flush creep up your cheeks but pushed on, hoping to soften his walls even a little. "I just thought it might be nice to⊠check in, make sure everythingâs in order before I head out."
Weskerâs mouth barely twitched, his voice all business. "Everything is in order. Youâre dismissed."
The finality in his tone stung, yet you nodded politely, preparing to leave. But as you turned, your hand brushed over the stack of papers on his desk, causing them to cascade on the floor in a chaotic rain of white.
"Apologies, Captain," you murmured, quickly bending down to pick it upâ cursing under your breath while doing so.
Bent over gathering the papers in a haste, you felt your skirt inching up, however you were too focused on your task to notice the slight pause in Weskerâs movements above you. The room fell silent, save for the quiet rustle of your clothes. The short skirt you wore betrayed you, exposing your black lace thong and the garter belt holding your stocks up.
Finding balance on your feet, you shake in your heels. Hair always neatly placed had now become undone, strands hang loosely to frame your face, cheeks flustered in a pinkish hue.
If the skirt hadn't had it's fun already, it was now your blouse, just a half-size too tight. The button had spoke it's last words while you were occupied with gathering the papers on the floor. It revealed the bra matching your thong, black lace with a tiny pink bow at the center. Eager to leave after dropping his papers, you hardly notice.
"Here," you said softly, placing the paper back on his desk. "I am... so sorry."
Weskerâs face was as impassive as ever, though there was a slight tension in his jaw that hadnât been there a moment ago. He stood to tower over you, you could feel his auraâ authority. It left you breathless.
He says your surname, low and menacing. "Did you think this little performance would change my opinion of you."
Through the tint of his glasses, you could sense his eyes lingering to your chest. The pinkish hue on your cheeks now coursed through your body, leaving you flustered and embarrassed beyond belief. Attempting to hold your blouse together with a weak hand, Wesker is unable to shift his gaze elsewhere, enthralled by your two mounds being propped up by your delicate, manicured hand.
You look up at him, trying to muster some semblance of defiance. Perhaps as a last ditch effort to spare your dwindling pride. "I don't know what you mean, Sir."
Wesker's eyes raked over you, burning into your soul. "Do not lie to me. I see that you look at the men in this office. The way you dress to provoke them. You can try your luck with the likes of Officer RedfieldâŠ" He leaned down, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin.
"But do you really think you can seduce me?"
Your pulse quickened, swallowing hard you respond. "No, sir. That's not what I was trying to do."
Wesker rose from his chair and towered over you, his face unreadable. "Over my knee," he commanded with a voice that brooked no disobedience. His intense gaze never wavered from yours, pinning you in place with the weight of his scrutiny.
As fear and excitement waged war within you, hesitation flooded your senses. But there was no escaping his will, and deep down, maybe a part of you didn't want to. So with a racing heart, you walked over to his desk and bent over his knee.
Your eyes fixated on the floor as sweat formed on your brow, anticipation building in the pit of your stomach.
To your surprise, Wesker's touch was gentle as he lifted the hem of your skirt, exposing your bare backside to him. The wetness between your legs couldn't be ignored, and you stammered out a feeble, "d-don't look."
With a dark chuckle, Wesker replied, "My dear," causing your throat to constrict. "You and I both know that's not what you truly desire."
His hand came down hard on your exposed flesh, the sting of the impact reverberating through every nerve in your body. You gasped, gripping onto something - anything - to ease the pain.
"That's for lying to me," Wesker growled, his fingers digging into your skin. "And for thinking you could manipulate me."
Before you could respond, his hand landed again, this time even harder. The overwhelming sensation sent electricity coursing through your veins, flooding your body with a heady mix of adrenaline and arousal. You couldn't help but squirm beneath his touch, craving more punishment from your boss.
You could feel his erection pulsating against you. Even clothed, tucked awayâ you could imagine the length and girth of it begging to break free from its confides. Yet you donât dare to disobey, frame cemented over his knee until he wills you in another position.
âCaptain, p-pleaseâŠâ your stutter is pathetic, trembling with need that further stokes the fire burning in Weskerâs chest.
Weskerâs grip tightened, his fingers wrapping around your waist like a vice, keeping you firmly in place as he surveyed the sight laid out before himâa juxtaposition of power and vulnerability. The corners of his mouth curled into a prideful smirk, dark eyes glinting with satisfaction as he savored the moment, each second stretching into eternity.
âWhat is it that you want?â The question laced with mockery, dripped from his lips like honey, sweet yet tinged with a hint of risk. Your heart raced at the implication, knowing all too well there was no room for mischief when it came to Wesker. Every whisper of your deepest desires hung unspoken in the air between you.
âJustâjust more,â you breathed, desperation spilling from your lips before you could reign it in. The thrill of his dominance sent shivers coursing through your body, igniting something primal within you that thrummed with longing.
âMore?â he echoed, your admission seeming to fuel his ego. His hand traveled down lower, fingers trailing along the curve of your backside, teasingly light despite the forceful position.
âIs that what you think will keep me interested? Dear, do you truly understand what you're asking for?â
A tremor ran through you at the challenge hidden in his voice.
"Yes, Sir," you whispered, trembling. The heat of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of both the punishment and your willingness to submit. The air was thick with tension, a charged anticipation that made your knees weak beneath you.
Wesker chuckled softly, a sound that sent both dread and thrill cascading through your veins. His fingers grazed the edge of your garter belt, teasing but unyielding.
"You think you know what you're asking for. But I assure you, this isnât just a game." He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear,
"And I am not one to play lightly."
The flutter in your stomach intensified as he emphasized each word, filling you with a mixture of yearning and fear of the unknown. You wanted to speak again, to assert yourself in any way you couldâbut the words fizzled out at the last moment, trapped by the weight of his intense gaze.
Heâs such a jerk, isnât he? Never a smile, barely a glance your way, and he ignores you so thoroughly it feels deliberateâlike youâre nothing more than the potted plant on your desk. So why, exactly, did you want this?
âDo you want more?â he repeated slowly, savoring the moment like it was an exquisite wine. âThen you will have to prove yourself worthy.â
With that, Wesker's fingers gripped tighter around your waist, lifting you effortlessly back up to standing position. You found yourself pinned against his desk, back pressed against the cool surface while he towered over you yet againâwith knees pressed together you watch as your boss situates himself, fiddling with the collar of his work shirt as he prepares to undo the buttons.
In a haze, you force yourself upright, shaky hands fumbling toward the same buttons Wesker had begun to unfasten, your touch hesitant but fueled by intent.
"Allow me, Captain," you murmur, voice barely a whisper as your fingers trail over his collar.
Weskerâs smirk widens, a glint of satisfaction in his gaze as he tilts his head. "It seems youâre learning your place rather quickly."
"I'm a fast learner," you reply, feigning innocence, each button slipping free under your fingers as you slowly reveal the toned expanse of his chest. The firm lines of muscle, the coolness of his skin under your touchâit sends a thrill through you, amplifying the steady thunder of your pulse, beating wildly against the quiet.
God, you don't just want this. You need this.
Your hand rests flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeatâsteady, controlled. A stark contrast to the furious rhythm of your own. His eyes are locked onto you, unreadable yet searing, like a hunter watching every twitch of its prey.
Weskerâs expression remains calculating, composed; heâs in his element, the hunter is savoring each second. The tension between you is palpable, a rush of arousal and adrenaline flood your system. Despite your best efforts to maintain composure, rival his steadfastness with your own, your legs trembled beneath youâ a testament to the power he wielded over you.
Wesker lets go of your waist but only for a secondâlong enough for him to unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants. His erection sprang to life, long and hard, pulsing with need. The head glistened with a bead of pre-cum. Your breathing becomes ragged at the sight of it, the curvature of it. The pulsating vein that ran up the shaft. How far itâd go inside you, poke at your womb and fill you.
âLay back.â
Your heart thumped wildly against your ribs as you situated yourself on his desk, eyes never wanting to leave his throbbing proof of arousal. This was what you craved deep downâsubmitting fully to him, deferring to his every whim and command. A part of you relished in the humiliation; how far would you go for this? How much could you endure?
You shivered under his intense gaze, feeling a thrill of excitement course through you. His fingers trailed along the edge of your garter belt, skimming over the curve of your hip before dipping lower, brushing lightly against the thin fabric of your thong. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a soft, needy sound that only seemed to fuel his determination.
"Do you want it?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Do you want my cock inside you, beautiful?"
Your cheeks flushed hot at the crude words, but there was no denying the truth in them. "Yes, Captain, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "I need it. Please, I need you⊠Sir."
His hand slaps your wet cunt. The sound echoed in the small office, and you cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. He repeated the action, again and again, each slap harder than the last, his eyes never leaving yours as he punished you for daring to beg.
"Beg properly," he demanded, his voice cutting through the haze of arousal clouding your mind. "Tell me how much you need it."
You whimpered, your body trembling under his ministrations. "Please, Captain," you sobbed, your voice breaking. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me, Sir. Please, I can't take it anymoreâŠ"
His lips curled into a slow, prideful smile. "Good girl," he murmured, his tone approving. "That's what I wanted to hear."
With one swift motion, he hooked his fingers into the sides of your thong and yanked it aside, baring your aching, wet pussy to his gaze. You could feel the coolness of the air against your sensitive flesh, and it only made the ache in your core more unbearable.
Wesker didnât keep you waiting. He stepped closer, positioning himself between your spread legs. His huge cock, already hard and throbbing, brushed against your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly. You gasped, arching your hips up in an attempt to get more contact, he held you still with a firm grip on your thighs.
"Control yourself," he growled, his voice gruff.
But you couldnât wait. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, your need growing more urgent with each heartbeat. "Please, Sir," you begged again, desperation coloring your words. "Please, just put it inâŠ"
Finally, finally, he granted your wish. With deliberate slowness, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing the rim before slowly, oh so slowly, sinking into you.
"Captain!"
The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and pressure that made your entire body tremble. You clenched around him instinctively, your muscles spasming as he filled you completely.
Wesker inhales a breath, chest rumbling. "Fuck," he groaned, closing his eyes briefly as he adjusted to the tightness squeezing him. When he opened them again, they were dark with lust.
"Tight⊠so damn good."
You could barely form a coherent thought, your mind consumed by the incredible sensations radiating from where he was joined with you. Each slow thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the feeling of being claimed by him.
Wesker wasnât content to let you languish in blissful ignorance. With a harsh command, he wrapped his hands around your wrists, pinning them above your head as he began to move. His thrusts were controlled, restrained, each one precise and calculated to drive you wild.
âLook at me,â he ordered, his voice brooking no disobedience. âDonât look away.â
You met his gaze instantly, your eyes wide and vulnerable as you stared up at him. Even through the tint of his glasses, the intensity in his eyes was staggering, a searing heat that seemed to burn right through you. It was impossible to look away, even if youâd wanted to; his stare held you captive, ensnared by an invisible force stronger than any physical restraint.
âGood,â he purred, his expression almost feral. âThatâs what I like to see.â
As he continued to thrust into you, his pace increasing, your vision blurred with tears of ecstasy. His cock pounded relentlessly into your cunt, pushing you ever closer to the edge. Each stroke rubbed against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core.
âYouâre mine, arenât you?â he asked, his voice rough and demanding. âSay it.â
âY-yes,â you panted, the words torn from you by sheer force of will. âIâm yours, Captain⊠all yoursâŠâ
He grunted in approval, his movements becoming even more aggressive. You could feel the strain building within him, the tension coiling tighter with every passing second. But still, he held himself back, refusing to let go until he was absolutely sure you were ready.
âCome for me,â he demanded, his voice cracking with urgency. âNow.â
And just like that, the dam broke. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, roaring through you with such force that your hips raised up from the desk, bucking against his uncontrollably. Your walls clamped down on his cock, milking him with desperate intensity as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.
Wesker followed you over the edge, his own release coming hard and fast. His cock erupted inside you, filling you with his hot seed as he came deep within your pulsing channel. His grip on your wrists tightened painfully, but you barely noticed; all you could focus on was the incredible sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by him.
A moment of silence washes over you as you attempt to catch your breath. Wesker's eyes bore into your own, an almost primal connection that made your heart race. His fingers delicately moved through your hair, pushing stray strands away from your face. His touch was gentle, thoughtful yet it felt like a claiming.
"Thank you," he swallowed. "You've beenâŠexemplary."
His hand trailed down to cup your cheek, thumb gently caresses your skin. The warmth of his palm against your skin was comforting, the simple act of affection amplified something within you. Your breath hitched, and you could feel the heat radiating between your legs, even though he had already taken you to the brink of ecstasy.
Wesker leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You may go now."
With that, Wesker straightened, his movements precise as he strode over to a cabinet behind his desk. He retrieved a fresh work shirt, pressed and ironed to perfection, every detail meticulously in place. As he slipped it on, buttoning each button with practiced ease, the familiar aloofness settled back over him, as if the brief moment of vulnerability had never existed.
The dismissal was unexpected, but the way he said it made it clear that this was not a suggestion but an order. You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment wash over you. Relief because the intensity of the encounter had been overwhelming, and disappointment because you craved more of his attention, more of his control. Regardless, you can't help but to think: dude, you just came inside me and now you're asking me to leave?
As you began to gather yourself, Wesker was now seated behind his desk, his eyes never leaving you. The silence in the room was thick, filled with unspoken words and lingering touches. You stood up, your legs still slightly shaky from the force of your orgasm, and adjusted your clothing. The thong you wore was damp, evidence of the passion that had just transpired.
Without a word, you turned to leave, but before you could take more than a few steps, Wesker's voice stopped you in your tracks.
"Wait."
Your heart skipped a beat, and you turned back to face him, curiosity and anticipation mingling in your chest. He gestured for you to come closer, and you obeyed without hesitation.
When you reached him, he stood up, towering over you once again. His presence was commanding, and you felt a rush of adrenaline at being so close to him. He reached out, his hand gripping your chin firmly, tilting your head up so that you had no choice but to look into his eyes.
"I want you to remember something," he said, his tone authoritative but not unkind.
"You are mine. In this office, you belong to me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Captain," you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside you.
Wesker released your chin and stepped back, his gaze raking over your body. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you, assessing, admiring, wanting. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Now go," he said, his voice softening just a bit. "But know thisânext time, I wonât be as merciful."
You nodded, feeling a thrill run through you at his words. Merciful? What was merciful about this encounter? Wesker had been anything but, and yet, there was a part of you that yearned for more, for the relentless dominance he wielded over you so effortlessly.
As you left his office, you couldnât help but replay the scene in your mind. The way his cock had filled you, the sounds of your flesh meeting his, the taste of his skin when you dared to kiss him. Each memory sent a jolt of desire through you, making it hard to focus on anything else.
By the time you reached your car, you were a bundle of conflicting emotions. Exhausted from the physical exertion, yet energized by the raw power of the experience. Gripping the steering wheel, you contemplate to go back. Demand him to take you again, or at least take you home. Yet you don't, you follow his order and drove home in a daze. Your mind constantly drifting back to Weskerâs office, to his command, to the way he had made you feel.
He made you feel desired in a way that went beyond the clothes you wore or the subtle charms you wielded around others. There was an allure in his unexpected charisma, a pull that felt impossible to resistâas if you were caught in a spell only he could cast.
When you finally arrived at your apartment, you stumbled inside, stripping off your clothes as you went. The sheer stockings clung to your legs, still wet from sweat and arousal. You tossed them onto the floor, along with your blouse and skirt, leaving a trail of discarded garments leading to your bed.
Finally you unite with your bed, the sensation of Weskerâs cum inside you was unmistakable, a warm reminder of what had just occurred. You closed your eyes, letting the memories wash over you, each one more vivid than the last. The feel of his hands on your body, the sound of his voice commanding you, the sight of his intense gaze locked onto yours.
You drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Wesker, of his office, of the next time he would call you into his domain. And as you slept, you couldnât shake the feeling that this was only the beginning, that there was so much more to come.














