Oh, this was hell. Now? Now, of all times?! Now, you just fucking had to be feeling this now, of all times. You couldn't lock yourself into your hotel room fast enough. You couldn't get away from him fast enough! So fast, perhaps, that you became sloppy, though you didn't have a mind to care. All you could think about was getting rid of the heat that clouded your mind.

It's happened before- many, many times- though this might be the worst you've experienced yet. The pain you experienced was terrible. Acutely sharp and hot. An itch you couldn't scratch. A need that wasn't being met. This has begun to happen more often, though you only just started to realize the only common thread between you and the sudden bursts of horny misery were your new captain: Albert Wesker.

You felt guilty for having such… well, lewd thoughts about your captain. Oh God… You couldn't get out of your pants fast enough. Your thoughts have been bothering you for most of the day, and once you both started to check into your hotel for the night, it started to become unbearable. You might have made a fool of yourself, with how you rushed off without so much as a parting goodbye to your captain but…

It was a great relief when your hand rubbed against your already sensitive sex. God, you're already so wet… You worry that your fingers wouldn't be enough to scratch that itch deep inside of you. Coating your fingers in your natural lubricant, you tease yourself for a moment before you slide a finger inside of yourself.

Smooth and easy… You add another. It's good, but not enough. You settle for now, working your fingers absentmindedly around as your mind begins to drift. What was it that got you this way? Just being around Wesker makes you go insane. His no nonsense attitude, the way he softens only slightly around you… Hmm… The strength under his hands when he gripped your shoulder this morning, the way he led you with a hand on your lower back- That pressure…

You arched your back, pressing your weight into your fingers. Fuck… You wished those hands were on you, right now. Maybe, then, you'd actually feel something other than this non-relief that you were giving yourself. Would he be gentle with you? Or maybe… your captain would be rough with you. He could do as pleased and you would be more than okay with it. Grateful, actually! Fuck, that's all you want.

You just want your captain to fuck your brains out.

The realization wasn't as humiliating as it should have been. It was more relieving than you initially realized. Once you let go of your inhibitions, it made getting off so much easier… You didn't care how loud you were anymore. You twisted so you can hit that spot just right- Just a little more… You're so close now…!

His name is in your mouth like a bad taste. You should want it out but you don't care. A twisted part of you wanted… something to happen. What, exactly? Nothing would ever happen between the two of you. You'll always be pining from the side, quietly suffering and withering away while none are the wiser. It's enough to make you cry. Just this once, you wanted something for yourself. You wanted him even though there was no way he wanted you.

Fortune has never smiled down onto you. You didn't hear the firm knock at your door over your beating heart. Once more, your captain's name slipped past your lips. Strained, as though you are in pain. In a way, you are. To your horror, he really did end up answering your call. The door suddenly swinging open wide scared the shit out of you. Perhaps, in a way, you ended up scaring him as well.

"What is-?! Uh-?"

You wanted to die of embarrassment.

Wesker had already taken a step into your room, already seeming… flustered? His voice shook when he spoke and he was left standing in the doorway, stunned in silence. At least, that's what you assumed. He never takes his goddamn sunglasses off, even indoors, but you could see his eyebrows raise high and the slack in his lower face that was usually stretched into a tight grimace.

What the fuck were you supposed to do?! You immediately choke up, tears welling in your eyes as you blubber words even you didn't understand. That's it, then. You're fucked. You're job is totally fucked- You're life is fucked! It's made even worse when Wesker slips all the way into your room and quietly shuts the door behind him.

What? He takes his sunglasses off. Uncharacteristic doesn't begin to cover the fucking bizarre behavior he began to display. You've practically hidden yourself under the gross feeling duvet the hotel provided but you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Your panic was off the charts and it was made more acute with how fucking weird this was becoming.

Wesker wanted to say something but… What the hell was he supposed to say? That he's known all day that you've been needy? That he could fucking smell it on you and he had to force himself to keep a distance? And when that failed, you, somehow, managed to smell even sweeter when he did put his hands on you?

Words were failing him for the first time in his life. Wesker wanted to tackle you and make you his. He can't. He won't. But when you started to peek at him from behind your covers, face flushed as you worried your lower lip? When you stared up at him, a single word gently falling from your mouth as you shifted uncomfortably and totally naked with only one layer between you and him…?

"Please…?"

Fuck… why not?

Are you dreaming…? You must be dreaming, right? Something like this would never happen to you. Not in your wildest dreams! As meek as you felt when Wesker started approaching you, whatever apprehension and paranoia you felt quickly morphed into something wholly pleasant as one of his gloved hands peeled down your covers enough to place a rushed and awkward kiss to your lips.

The awkwardness is fleeting. One moment, you are stunned and unable to react and the next you both are comfortably fitting against one another. You still can't believe this is happening. What you're feeling definitely feels real, though. So much better than whatever it was that you were imagining mere moments ago. Some small part of you knew it was happening too fast. The rest of you couldn't stand to wait any longer.

This was the first time your needs were met by another. By the one that caused it, no less… You were relieved that you didn't have to voice yourself anymore. It was so hard as it is… You couldn't believe he had waited this long. Wesker couldn't, either. You were such a sweet and delicious little thing… Soft yet hardy, perfectly capable of not only withstanding what he wanted to do to you but also craving that sort of attention from him as well.

The cool air of the hotel room hit you hard once the duvet was yanked off of your feverish body. You should be embarrassed- no, humiliated- yet you only feel a growing need inside of you the longer Wesker silently looks over your naked form. Oh, he loved what he saw. Heat rose inside of him, rushing to his head and settling deep within his core. Nothing- not anyone- has ever made him feel this way. Wesker feels like he's completely out of control of the situation yet he is completely content with this. No, not content. He needs it. He needs you and he's needed you for far, far too long.

You winced but didn't pull away as a sharp pain pinched your lip. A metallic taste seeped onto your tongue, not overwhelming but enough to confirm that yes, Wesker did bite your lip and he did draw blood. Your hips rolled in anticipation. You wanted that mouth all over your body. Your chest, your legs, down there… Fuck- Your neck… He couldn't give you what you needed fast enough.

Wesker's fingers weren't enough for you. They weren't enough for him, either. He scarcely bothered with giving you any prep, seeing how ready you already were for him. Why wait any longer? You don't care if it hurts! You need him and you need him now! You locked your legs around his waist to tell him as much. You ground your hips into his, whimpering at how he growled against your mouth and pinned you down by your neck.

He didn't exactly squeeze. He didn't choke or scare you at all. It was enough to earn your obedience and you allowed your body to go slack. Exactly what he wanted. You were so eager… It was cute, in a way. But Wesker loves having control, especially now, with you so willing to please. Having all the control made it all the sweeter once he started to push inside of you.

It was uncomfortable yet the most relieving thing you've experienced in your entire life. What little burn you felt was nothing compared to the void inside of you finally being filled by the one that caught your attention. By Albert Wesker… You tightened and curled your toes at the thought. He pushed harder against you in response. The way you gasped and fluttered your eyelashes at him sent him over the edge.

Every movement sent waves of hot pleasure washing over your body. Your skin crawled pleasantly. A chill wracked your spine. You never felt so hot before, inside and out. And you never felt so good, either. Would it be enough? Would it ever be enough?! You didn't want him to stop. You wrap your legs around his waist again and this time he doesn't try to stop you.

That terrible ache deep in your core was finally beginning to alleviate, instead replaced with a dull throb that gained intensity in time with Wesker's hips connecting with your own. You were going to go insane. It wasn't enough yet. Somehow you needed more! You begged and pleaded for… something. Anything! The heat and throbbing pleasure was becoming unbearable. You scrambled and ended up grasping onto Wesker.

Fuck- Why is he so fucking perfect…?

His smell, the way his body feels against yours, the way he's fucking you- FUCK- You need him! You need him and you don't think you can live without him ever again! You did something you shouldn't have done. Instinctually, you crane your head to the side, presenting your tender neck to his hot and ready mouth.

Like hell he would say no.

It was what you needed this entire time. The pain inside of you evaporated in a sudden surge of pleasure. No more stinging and burning. No more throbbing pain that only seemed to grow. No more discomfort. The bite hurts but it's the most invigorating pain you've ever felt. Something in you changed and you felt yourself let go.

You were sore and a little disoriented, but in a good way. Like a needed exercise being performed. Or finally fucking your captain that you've been thristing after for many years now. You didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't Wesker pulling out, pausing for a few moments, then pushing back into you with a wet SQUELCH!

Oh- FUCK!

You're going to have to take maternity leave soon.