#trekk writes

“Please,” his rough voice had long since devolved from confident growls to weak pants. He gasped for air between pathetic moans, fingers twitching around your wrists as he held you down. “You feel s-so good, fuck, I just need this, please-“

He released one of your wrists, hand sliding down your body until he could loop an arm under your hips. Jerking your body up, he slammed into you, hips grinding against yours until you cried out. Zeno groaned into your neck, his own spit warm and wet as he bit down. “F-fuck, please honey, keep making noise f’me, just a little longer, you’re such a good- fuck!”

It had been just a little longer for the last hour, at least. Your body was levels past overstimulated, creeping somewhere near pain but still lost in how hot and wet his broad chest was against yours. Pinned perfectly still against the mattress with no hope of escape, you barely had room to wiggle your hips to meet his thrusts in return.

“You’re like a dream, hole’s so wet — tell me you want more, tell me how good my cock feels.”

“Zeno,” you barely had the energy to moan, let alone form coherent words. “H-hurts, s’too much- you’re so big.”

He choked out a dark laugh, hips twitching as he continued to grind his aching cock into you. “Oh, honey, I want you to feel it. You’ve been so good for me, you can take more, I know you can take more, my sweet little pet.”

He bit down on your neck, sharp canine latching on to the delicate skin beneath your jaw. You yelped and tensed under him, squeezing his cock almost painfully. He let out a filthy moan into your wet skin, releasing his bite to nuzzle into the bright red mark. “Now say it, pet. Say no one else could make you feel this good, fuck- only me, tell me you love me-“

Your eyes snapped open at his desperate words, your lips curving into a sleepy smile. His stamina was running you into an early death, but he was reaching his end, drunk on his own lust as his thrusts quickly lost any sense of rhythm. His pants were laced with near-silent whines in your ear.

“Jus’ you, Zen,” Your whimpered words slurred into each other, barely more than a moan as his sloppy movements made your eyes roll back in your head. “L-love it, love you, can’t take any more- it’s- fuck, Zen please-“

Zeno pistoned his hips a few more times before he finished with a low growl, roughly grinding into you to milk the feeling. His hips twitched weakly as he collapsed his weight on you. You both struggled to catch your breath, exhaustion making even that task difficult. He groaned softly as he carefully lifted himself again, softening cock sliding out of you with a filthy squelch. You felt your combined wetness soaking the bed beneath your hips as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your jaw.

The bed shifted as he stood and left the room. You didn’t attempt to move, nearly asleep drenched in sweat when he returned with a warm cloth. Zeno wordlessly cleaned you up, hands surprisingly gentle after the way he just used your body like a toy. You let him handle you, only opening your eyes once the bed dipped directly in front of you.

It took massive effort to pry your eyes open, but you reached up to rub the sleep away when you saw his expression. His cheeks were flush with embarrassment, eyes looking anywhere except your own.

“I apologize.” Zeno reached out to brush his knuckles across your reddened cheeks. “That was unusually harsh of me.”

You hummed and leaned into his touch, shuffling forward to press your face to his thigh. “S’okay, I liked it. Just… maybe not again for a while.”

His eyes widened and he huffed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a disbelieving smile. “Regardless, I feel… fortunate, to have you here.”

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"Why were you at ARK?"

The question caught you offguard. He was once again gentle, voice carrying a quiet sense of understanding, as if he knew the answer already. Zeno was always like that, you realized slowly. He always had an undercurrent of curiosity when he wasn't growling complaints and vengence. His sunglasses were off, silver eyes sparkling in the setting sun. Your gaze locked on his for a perfect, frozen moment. You nearly winced at the sting it brought you, jerking your chin away to face the horizon.

"I've been keeping an eye on his…assets, since he died." Your voice was much weaker than you'd like it to be. "I kept telling myself each location would be the last, that I could finally retire and forget it all happened - that he happened."

Zeno hummed, piercing gaze still fixed on you. "But each one led to something new, yes? And the scent was just too enticing to be left without knowing the truth."

"Well, I guess," Narrowing your eyes, you grit your teeth. "it's not that simple, though. The thing is, I don't care about his research, or whatever answers he was chasing. I never wanted to be involved in viruses or mutations or, God, even espionage. I couldn't bear the thought of his name being dragged around like he wasn't as brilliant as he was, though. I just wanted…" You trailed off, voice cracking and unsure of where you were heading.

he immediately wipes you down as well, he knows you hate to be sticky and you get really cold when your sweat dries

if you want to take a shower instead, he goes in with you. even if you're perfectly fine, he still wants to stay close. he's addicted to the quiet intimacy you give him and he'll use any excuse to justify never leaving your side

he's a velcro-boyfriend lapdog basically

in the shower he'll do everything for you as well, washing your hair and rubbing soap all over you to clean you off

sometimes this leads to another round, but it's pretty rare. even in his spacious shower he's still just a little too tall to make the position work

he'll sit you on the bathroom counter and dry you off, using a clean towel and taking his time to touch every inch of you.

sometimes, when he's been really rough on you, he'll make you lay flat so he can check you out, make sure he didn't tear you anywhere and that you don't have any chaffing or raw spots. he's so gentle when he touches you then, his fingers feather light as he rubs lotion or ointment on your sore spots

he's such a caretaker, now that he has someone he wants to take care of

once when you first got together, you had shyly asked for one of his t-shirts to sleep in, and even now, years later, he still hands you a soft shirt from his side of the closet and the sight of you wrapped in his clothing makes his heart soar

he makes you lay down and tucks you in, hands stroking over your head and arms while you smile sleepily up at him

he always makes you eat something, even if it's just some crackers or cheese or even a few pieces of chocolate. ideally he wants you to eat something like a protein bar, but you rarely have the stomach for anything heavy

he also makes you drink water, an entire bottle. he'll watch you to make sure you finish it, whether you chug it or take a few minutes to drink it, speaking softly with him in the mean time

he makes sure everything is ready before he finally gets in bed with you, checking the doors and locking them and flicking lights off. he has a really hard time shutting his mind off, even when he's this tired and content, so sometimes it takes you sitting up and pouting for him to settle and get in bed

this is his favorite part - 100%. you're wrapped tight in his arms, face pressed into his neck and warm breath fanning over his chest. it makes his heart skip a beat, the way you melt against him like you don't have a care in the world

he can smell your hair like this, and rub his hand up and down your back and cup your head to pull you closer. he's making sure to touch you as much as he can, your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces

you know he needs this just as much as you do. you make sure to thank him, to tell him what you liked and that you're grateful to have such a generous and kind partner to take care of you, and finally, that you love him

he appreciates it, every time, and hearing those three words from your lips (especially after he spent hours doing nasty, vulgar things to make you squirm and moan)

like i said he gets so deep in his head, whether it's before or after uroboros, and he really needs the reassurance that, after everything, you're actively choosing to love him

he tells you the same, that you were so good for him, so pretty and he adores you, and he loves you

he actually doesn't say he loves you very often. sometimes he's in his head and struggling with his emotions and the words are too much for him

he says them every time he's holding you like this though. not for himself, but to make sure you're happy and warm and comfortable and safe

you could smell it faintly on his coat after a long day at the labs, and on his breath when he woke you to kiss you goodbye in the early mornings

you finally brought it up one day, casually asking if you should pick up a pack for him on the way back from running errands

you’ll never forget the way his face lit up red and how he sputtered like a fish out of water

he ignored you for a few hours, and then finally asked if it bothered you, avoiding your gaze

you laughed and told him you didn’t really mind, and over time you found out more

he was a chain smoker at the peak of Umbrella, right before they had perfected the T-virus (it was the ‘80s after all) but he had stopped when he joined the Army.

Then while he was in S.T.A.R.S. the stress of being a double, then triple agent got to him. He didn’t smoke nearly as much, but he couldn’t help a cig or two after a hard day

something else you’ve noticed is that he’s a perfect driver. You don’t think he even speeds, or rolls through stop signs when he’s in a hurry.

You think those are perfectly normal things, but he is very adamant that you should not be reckless in his nice cars, which, okay yeah

but he explains that he was mainly escorted during his Umbrella days, rarely having time or need to go somewhere alone until the end of it all

then he had been reprimanded for cruising a liiiittle too much in his S.T.A.R.S. cruiser, and that had been that

you do appreciate his driving when he’s taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks though

nsfw:

despite everyone thinking he’s a sadistic machine, I think he is very much the opposite

growing up women were the last thing on his scientific mind, and then he was much too busy for anything other than a one night stand every other now and then

now though, he comes home so tired he can barely keep his eyes open

It’s not like you two never sleep together. Quite the opposite in fact. Albert is a very generous lover, going as many rounds as you ask until he’s either too tired or you’re spent.

he’s got amazing stamina, even when he’s mentally drained. he prefers to take his time with you, making you finish at least once before he even touches himself

looooves to just grind against your pussy and get himself slick with your juices before he thrusts inside, adores the way his cockhead catches on your clit and how you twitch and gasp beneath him

he also loves to push in as slow as he can, making you feel every inch of him stretching your hole

this man whimpers! he moans and whines and pants in your ear like he’s been starved of touch and it turns you on just as much as his calloused hands do.

he doesn’t actually talk all that much, except to encourage you with that’s it, fuck, I’m close, let go, honey, or he’ll ask what you want him to do - unless he’s feeling fuck nasty (love that phrase)

sometimes he just needs a release, to expel all the pent up frustration, and you’re the perfect solution

he won’t even say hello when he gets home, just finds you and paws at your body like an animal until you tell him yes or no

if you say no, he respects you. completely, one hundred percent. you’re the most important thing in his life, and it’s not even enjoyable to him if you aren’t eager and willing

if you say yes though, he will be all over you. Clothes are flying off and somehow you’ve made it across the house into bed without his mouth leaving your lips and skin

he loves to take you face down when he’s like this, your ass in the air so he can lean over you and pin you down with his weight, groaning and panting in your ear while he fucks you so hard you can barely even make a sound

even when he’s tearing apart your insides, he still likes to intertwine your fingers where you’re gripping the sheets. he just covers it up as needing to hold you still

this is when he really talks, he actually won’t shut up, not that you’re complaining. he’s telling you how tight you are, how you squeeze him like a vice and he can barely pull out. the slick sounds of your hole are driving him crazy, he can’t wait to see your pretty tears when you cum around him, love your sweet wet little hole, pet

sometimes he likes to be rough, pulling your hair, wrapping his long thick fingers around your throat to tug you up into a sloppy kiss, gripping your hips and waist in a bruising hold, so tight you can’t even meet his pounding thrusts

always asks to finish inside you. he’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out

surprisingly good at aftercare, cleans you up and holds you until you decide to get up or eventually just fall asleep on top of him. he secretly loves this part just as much as the sex, but he won’t admit it

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 aftercare with wesker 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wesker is an ass and thighs man. He’s staring you down in your uniform behind his sunglasses, and don’t be surprised if you have to repeat yourself when you’re sitting close to him and wearing shorts. If you shake your ass when he’s fucking you from behind he’s heart eyes and drooling like a cartoon character. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He always asks to finish inside you. He’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out. However he also isn’t a fan of mess or having to change the sheets every other day, so if he’s feeling really lazy he might even wear a condom just to make it easier on both of you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty sniffer. Why are you booing? I’m right. This guy has INSANE biological and physiological differences from a normal human, so excuse him if you just smell amazing. It isn’t a fetish or anything, don’t make it weird. He’s just able to smell you way past your preferred fragrance, and your natural scent drives him insane. Even better if you wear boxers because then HE can wear them and smell like you and– 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not very experienced when you first get together, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good! He knows exactly what to do, and he’s watched you enough that he can memorize your tells and most sensitive spots pretty easily. He’s a fast learner. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face down ass up, by far. Sure, he loves you on your knees and he adores watching your face twist in pleasure, but being able to press you into the mattress while your ass jiggles against his torso– heaven. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a pretty serious guy. Not to say he doesn’t have his silly moments when the two of you are feeling especially loving and giddy, but he takes sex as an opportunity to share your devotion to one another, not as a game or way to simply pass the time 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

A little darker than his hair, but still noticeably blond. He keeps it trimmed pretty short. This goes back to his cleanliness like with cum– he wants to be presentable and also doesn’t want his entire groin wet and sticky when the two of you are finished. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends on what Wesker you like. STARS and uroboros!Wesker are heavy on sweet words and gentle, loving sex, while RE4 or 5!Wesker like it more rough and (dare I say) violent. Not mean!! They just prefer to leave their affection behind in bruises and bites rather than candle-lit confessions of love 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly, doesn’t do it much. He never had a need for it before, and really didn’t have the time or energy either. Maybe when he was in STARS he had a little more time to indulge, but in general he would just rather have sex. On the rare occasion he does, though, he’s quick and efficient. Usually in the shower, to keep it clean, it’s done in a  few minutes and he goes about his day like nothing happened. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

wesker's kinks

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

STARS!Wesker not-so-secretly loves to fuck in his office. It’s a thrill keeping you both quiet and still being in your uniforms, random gear and holsters thrown about when you’re pawing at each other to touch skin. I think maybe RE5!Wesker likes to have quickies in the lab or his office, but it’s more of a power play for him to see you on your knees than anything else. Otherwise, most Wesker variations prefer the comfy bed 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He hates to admit it, but insubordination is a big one. He demands respect, but knowing you have an attitude and aren’t afraid to tell him off gets him rock hard. This is usually how quickies start as well. Another turn on is calling him by his titles (Doctor, Captain, Officer, etc). Once again, he’s a respected figure who earned his titles through work and bloodshed, so giving him this attention feeds his ego (and his massive dick) 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wesker will not permanently harm your body or psyche. He doesn’t want to you be his mind/fuck slave, and he won’t have you crawling around after him begging for scraps of attention. He’s with you because he respects you on a fundamental level, so unless those are things you’re actually into, he wants to treat you with the respect you deserve. I also think he isn’t into food play, or any bodily functions in general. Once again, he’s a very clean and mindful person and making a mess doesn’t suit him. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving to giving, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t love both! He enjoys knowing you feel good and he’ll do anything to see you moan and arch your back, but he just adores how you look kneeling in front of him with big teary puppy eyes while he fucks your throat

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He enjoys a good mix of both. He works so often that he usually doesn’t have energy for a rough session, so generally he takes his time and wants it to be sweet for both of you– other times he’s a beast and leaves you marked up for days with a barely-there limp from your sore hips

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Any Wesker loves a good quickie. Not on a regular basis since he’s so busy, but when the opportunity arises, he will absolutely take it. Whether it be in the lab, the office, in the field on a mission- if he has a spare 10 minutes, expect trouble in the form of his desperate hands and mouth.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s a big risk taker. He figures worse comes to worse, you didn’t like it and it won’t happen again. Like trying new kinks for the first time or having an especially risky quickie at work- sometimes he jerks off to the memory for a week, other times it’s a little awkward and humorous. He just sees them as trials that may or may not work out, just like everything else. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Insane stamina, much lower energy. He can go for hours if you asked him too, but the poor guy just doesn’t always have it in him. Technically, even tired, he has potentially limitless stamina with how the viruses affect his body, but he’s tired, okay? He needs a nap because he was up all night staring at reports

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He enjoys using toys! Vibrators are his go to because it’s easy to quickly overwhelm you with one, but he also really likes using ropes and plugs. He enjoys plugs a lot because he can keep you from dripping everywhere when he plans on round two later. He also loves to see you squirming and struggling when the ropes come out, and he especially loves when you use the ropes on him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Wesker is a world-class tease. It starts with smug looks and raised eyebrows that make you blush under his attention, then slowly devolves into his breath on your cheek while he’s trapped you against a wall. He’s got a track record of leaving subtle touches on your body when no one is looking, but it still leaves you a blushing mess when his hand finds your thighs under the table. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a shy little guy…. But God can he whimper and moan. He likes to keep himself quiet unless he’s teasing you with dirty talk, but if you get him comfortable or seriously out of his head, he’s loud as all hell. A complete mess, just babbling on about how good you feel, begging you for more, crying out and whining while you wring him dry. He’ll call you every pet name in the book just to beg you for whatever you’ll give 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I have a whole sub!wesker tag but… this man is a switch. He’s naturally dominant and commanding, even in bed, but when he feels safe and trusts you, he’s like putty in your hands. Whether he’s topping or bottoming, he’ll nuzzle into your skin and whimper like a puppy with every quiet word you coo at him. He’s into praise, hardcore, but he also enjoys a little (read: LITTLE) bit of degradation aimed at him when he can’t stop begging you for more. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 wesker below the waist... 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not very high! He works his ass off, be it STARS or Umbrella or Tri-Cell, so most often he comes home and collapses on the nearest soft surface before he’s up at the crack of dawn and back to the grind. It’s actually hard to get him to relax sometimes, so even when he does have time to fool around, his mind is going a mile a minute and he doesn’t always have it in him to stop thinking long enough to even get hard. Not to say you never do it, your sex life is very healthy– it’s just not on his mind every day  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Although your day was downright awful, you had caught the guy responsible - some ex-Umbrella asshole with too much money and chemicals in his possession. You knew the press were going to have an absolute field day with your team’s main sponsor. 

That was someone else’s problem though. Right now your problem was sitting right in front of you - a blank police report waiting to be filled with the vile and vicious details of your week. The cursor flashed steadily, taunting you to put to words the living nightmare you had been stuck in. 

You had to take a deep breath to steady yourself. It’s over, you told yourself, it’s fine, you’re fine- 

A broad, warm grip on your shoulder, and your eyes shot open. You reared your head to look over your shoulder, caught off guard by the touch, and you sucked in a breath at the sight behind you. 

Captain Wesker looked just as ragged as you, his hair uncharacteristically ruffled and his sunglasses balancing low on his nose. His blue eyes were narrowed at you, his icy gaze calculating as it roamed your face. 

“You’ve been staring at that monitor for nearly half an hour.” His voice was a low murmur, barely a rumble in the quiet room. You frowned, turning away to see - oh. The S.T.A.R.S. office was empty, except for the two of you. You would be embarrassed to be the last one working so late, having not even started your last report, but all you could really think about was how exhausted you were. 

“Sorry, Captain-” 

“Don’t.” He cut you off curtly, his hand sliding off your shoulder, his fingertips lingering just a second long enough for you to notice. You met his gaze again, and were surprised to see the same weary expression across his face. “You’re barely awake, just finish it tomorrow. It’s already been a week - one more day won’t hurt anything.” 

It was odd for him to be so flippant about a report, especially on a case as large as this, but you didn’t have the energy to fight him. You just nodded and turned your computer off, slumping back in your chair. It was silent for a moment, but not awkward, as if you were both lost in separate thoughts. 

“You should be home, asleep already.” Wesker’s voice jolted you awake. You hadn’t even realized your eyes were closed. You swallowed and blinked groggily a few times, trying to clear the fog from your mind. 

“Wouldn’t be able to sleep even if I was home,” You muttered, leaning forward to start lazily gathering your things into your bag. 

“You seem to be sleeping well enough here.”

You glared up at his smug expression, his eyes peering at you over the top of his sunglasses. You considered him for a moment, and then sighed. “There’s not noisy neighbors here, or-” 

You clenched your jaw and stopped yourself. No way could you tell him you were having nightmares. He wasn’t your boyfriend, as much as your lovesick brain wished he was. Even still, he narrowed his eyes at you like he was searching your mind for answers himself. 

Without warning he stepped closer, directly beside you, and dropped his hand on your shoulder again. Just as you turned your upper body to face his (directly inside your personal bubble, by the way) he was pulling you against him. 

The way your cheek pressed into him was a little uncomfortable, neck strained at an odd angle, and your arms unable to reach to touch him back. He was stiff as a board above you, hand clenched around the back of your neck like he had to keep you pressed in place. 

Oh. He was trying to comfort you, the same way you had comforted him. It had been weeks ago, you were a little surprised he even remembered it. You huffed a laugh, much more awake at your sudden realization. He let you pull away reluctantly, grip lingering on your neck like he wasn’t allowed to touch you anywhere else. 

He looked even more uncomfortable than you had felt pressed into his stomach. You couldn’t help an amused smile. “You’re not very good at this, you know.” 

Wesker scowled and his cheeks and nose were dusted pink. “You didn’t have to say it out loud.” 

His obvious embarrassment made you laugh again. The stoic man could light up your day with just a look, and now here he was - struggling to give you comfort as easily as he could accept it. You turned in your seat, pushing your knees between his as he grunted above you, widening his stance just a bit. When you raised your head to meet his gaze again, he was pulling his sunglasses off, folding them into the open collar of his uniform. 

You let your hands touch his outer thighs, hesitantly sliding them up until you could hook your fingers in his pockets. The Captain didn’t stop you, just hummed low and put his hand back on the nape of your neck. He squeezed, just once, before he spoke. “You need more than a nap at your desk, honey.” 

The pet name sent a jolt through you, burning up your neck and cheeks and making your fingers tighten their hold on his pockets, inadvertently tugging him closer. He didn’t move, seemingly tense himself. “Did that make you uncomfortable?” 

“No- no! I liked it, actually.” You mumbled bashfully. His hand slid around your neck to raise your chin, forcing you to look into his sharp blue eyes again. He paused for a moment, eyes roaming your face, before he thumbed carefully at your lower lip. He seemed deep in thought, though his blush was gone and his expression was cold. 

“I was going to sleep here tonight, in the quiet room. You’re welcome to… join me, if you like.” He grit out the words like it was painful to ask, and you couldn’t respond except to huff a laugh at his awkwardness again. 

You could sleep here, you’ve done it before. The beds weren’t comfortable, and the lights couldn’t be turned off because of the chance of a sudden emergency. It sounded more appealing than driving all the way home in the dark, just to collapse at home exhausted and alone. At the very least you would be warm next to another body. 

“I just can’t have you crashing on the way home,” His voice was gruff, like he even had to justify the request. “Chris already totaled a cruiser this year, it was hell explaining that in the budget-” 

“Yes, Captain, I’ll sleep here.” 

Wesker froze mid-sentence, and then nodded. “Good.” He backed away a few steps to let you stand, waiting patiently for you to gather your things. The walk to the quiet room was thick with an awkward silence, and you couldn’t figure out why. Usually the two of you were close in private, having soft, heated conversation with lingering touches and teasing names. Now it felt like he could barely stand the thought of looking at you, much less sleeping in the same room. 

He held open the thick wooden door for you, and you huffed as you stepped through. The room was ice cold, as usual, and the lights had been dimmed since you last slept here. The room was small enough that it took just a few steps for you to drop your bag onto the bottom bunk you usually slept in and Wesker cleared his throat. You turned to face him, and he was positioned stiffly next to the bunk closest to the door. 

“I usually sleep in this one.” He looked pained again, his eyes narrowed like he was accusing you of stealing his spot, despite being across the room. You tilted your head in confusion, and then your eyes widened. He actually meant to join him, like, in the same bed. 

Wesker seemed ready to take it back, poised to escape the room the second you rejected him, but you did the opposite. You dropped your bag at his feet and kicked it under the bed, dropping to the thin mattress and beginning to untie your boots. He stood still at your side for a second before sitting beside you, taking off his boots and tucking his sunglasses under the bed as well. 

When you looked back up at him he seemed much more relaxed, like the possibility of your rejection had been his greatest fear. Now that you were beside him, slouching in exhaustion, his easy air was back. 

You don’t wait for him as you slide under the scratchy blanket, unable to pull it over your shoulders until he stands and his weight releases the other edge. It’s hard to get comfortable when it feels like you’re laying on cardboard, but you tell yourself it’s just one night. Hell, probably just a few hours. No way did Wesker have a night to waste cuddling you, of all things. 

You’re just laying next to each other now. You look over and his eyes are closed, but his breathing tells you he’s still awake. You aren’t so sure what to do now, insecurity beginning to take hold. Had he meant cuddling? Or did he just want to- 

“Stop staring, you’re thinking loud enough that I can almost hear it.” 

A blush paints you red as his gruff voice breaches the silence of the cold room. He’s got an arm around your shoulder to tuck you into his side before you can protest, and you’re not surprised to feel how warm he is. He’s like a heater even when he’s just pressed against you in his office, but now you’re not sure you’ll even need the itchy blanket at all. He shifts onto his side, just enough that you’re not straining your neck to rest on his shoulder while using his bicep as a pillow.

 You’re face to face now, Wesker tilting his chin to brush your noses together in an unusually sweet gesture. It makes you blush and smile, and you’re suddenly hit with the intimacy of this closeness. 

“Sorry.” If you leaned forward, just an inch, your lips would be brushing with each word passed between the two of you. He huffs, and it feels for a moment like you’re sharing the same breath. 

“Get comfortable,” he grumbles, eyes slipping shut. “I’m not letting you up until you have to clock in tomorrow.” 

You suck in a breath and nearly squeak when he squeezes you tighter and slots a thigh between yours, lifting one of your legs to prop over his. He slides his free hand down and cleanly pulls your leg up to his hip, and now you’re truly slotted together like puzzle pieces. There is no way he isn’t doing this on purpose. 

You can tell he feels your heart pounding through your chest by the way he smirks, tilting forward that single inch to brush your lips together. “Something wrong?” 

“I thought you wanted me to sleep,” You narrow your eyes at him and resist the urge to kiss him - he’s so close, and so warm, and it would be so easy. Thankfully he makes the choice for you, slotting your lips together in some lazy semblance of affection, his tongue sliding along your lower lip when he tugs on it, his bite gentle but firm. It makes you press impossibly closer, a breathy moan escaping before you can catch it. 

He releases your mouth and chuckles, squeezing his hand around your hip and bumping your noses together again. “You are going to sleep. I was serious about keeping you here as long as I need to.” 

You’re starting to feel the first crawl of desperation in your core, and you have to close your eyes and count your breaths to fight it off. “We can’t…postpone sleeping? Just a little longer?” 

That pulls a real laugh out of him, something low and pleasant. He lifts his head to tuck you under his chin, and here you can hear the solid thump of his heartbeat. “The first time I fuck you won’t be in a precinct bed, lamb. Go to sleep, and maybe you’ll get a reward in the morning.” 

That sends an electric jolt through you, and now there’s no way you’re sleeping, not with his hips slotted against yours and him gripping a handful of your ass and the thought of him fucking you bouncing around in your head. He doesn’t say another word though, and you find yourself slowly dozing off despite yourself. 

he acknowledges you and plants a sweet kiss on your cheek but goes back to work pretty quickly. you stay behind him watching what he's doing but honestly none of it makes sense and you have more on your mind than paperwork and lab results.

you start to slide your hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and very, very slowly over his stomach. you can feel him tense and he stops you immediately, turning to face you while he pushes your hands away

he speaks before you can feel to rejected about it. his eyes are full of concern but also dark with something you haven't seen enough of to name. he asks what you're doing, says he misses you too but he doesn't have a lot of time for you right now. you have to push past your own feelings and muster up a bit of confidence because, no, that's not what you wanted at all.

your voice is quiet when you ask to give him a blowjob and his eyes are immediately black, pupils dilating so fast you barely catch it. he asks if you're sure, no, are you really sure? the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable or forced, so it takes a few tries to confirm that yes, you really want to do this.

he abandons his work immediately, pushing his chair back and spreading his legs to invite you between them. he holds you still and kisses you for a few minutes to ease you into it, and you shakily slide your palms over his bulge and blush at the low groans he lets out. he's usually quieter and a little cocky, but you've been able to tell how pent up he is from not having you. he wanted you to go slow and get used to each other, but you're well past waiting any longer

you drop to your knees and watch as he pulls himself out. you knew he was big, just his bulge was enough to surprise you, but next to your face he seems like too much for you to handle.

he talks you though it, oh god does he talk you through it. literally step by step - lick the base, that's it, baby, all the way to the tip. kiss it for me, your lips are so soft, fuck, do that again

you think his hands are trembling when he finally cups your cheek and tells you to stick out your tongue for him. your eyes are locked on his face and you look so innocent, all pretty and soft tucked between his thighs. he can't help but slap his cock on your tongue a few times, letting out a shaky breath before he meets your eyes. he asks softly if you're ready, and when you nod enthusiastically with your tongue sticking out he nearly cums right then

he lets you pick the pace, telling you how to move your tongue and stretch your jaw, wincing but moaning when your teeth accidentally scrape him a few times. it's soft and slow, but so sloppy - you're spilling drool down your chin and taking shuddering breaths around his cock. your mouth is so warm and wet, he doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life

he lets you suck and lick and kiss all your want, but eventually he has to pull out of your mouth and jerk off next to your face. your head is laying on his thigh as you watch him tug on his cock, studying how he likes it so you can do it next time. he doesn't want to tire your mouth out too much the first time, but he does grab a handful of your hair to pull you back up when he's close, stroking himself with your tongue kitten-licking his tip.