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Outwardly, Wesker is calm and collected, but on the inside he is seething. He's been wasting hours – days, even – on this damn mission to retrieve the Amber, on top of all the weeks of planning beforehand, and all of it has gone to shit because Ada decided to have a conscience and not give him the thing he hired her to retrieve! So much time and money sunk into this, all of it wasted!
He wants to wring her neck. The one mercenary he thought he could count on – as much as one can count on a person whose loyalty is literally bought – and she's gone and let him down. When you want a job done well, you really do have to fucking do it yourself. She's just damn lucky he already got his hands on Krauser's body and he can get what he needs from him, otherwise that helicopter she's merrily commandeered would be in pieces at the bottom of the ocean already.
Still, the knowledge that this mission hasn't been a complete waste of time does not erase his anger. Wesker wants to tear his hair out from the frustration – it's not even about the Amber itself, but more about the audacity to leave him hanging after all the shit he's put up with for Ada from the moment they got here. He'd be embarrassed if he was her. Needing him to come in and save her ass because she went and got herself infected like a rookie should have been reason enough to deliver on her fucking contract.
Unbelievable.
He rises from his chair, needing to pace or punch a hole in a wall somewhere to relieve this tension before he explodes, but that's when his eyes drift to his right and catch on a breathtaking sight that stops him in his tracks. Right, he forgot you told him you were going to do this. How could he have forgotten?
Up on the deck, your gorgeous body is on full display as you lounge back on a sun lounger without a care in the world, sunglasses perched on your face to protect your eyesight from the sun, the skimpiest bikini he's ever seen barely covering your nipples and cunt, looking almost like you're sleeping as you sunbathe with a small smile on your face.
Wesker's mouth goes dry when he takes you in. All thoughts of Ada or the Amber flee his mind as he looks at you, his cock stirring in his pants while his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Well. He could use some stress relief, couldn't he?
He approaches you slowly, admiring the way the sun hits your skin and makes it glow, especially with the sunscreen you've lathered on to protect it a little while ago. You stir when you hear his footsteps and look up at him over the rims of your sunglasses, a grin spreading on your lips when you see him. You shift your legs on the sun lounger and the sight of your thighs on full display makes Wesker want to grip them until they bruise with the shape of his fingers forever indented into the skin.
“Finally decided to join me?” you greet cheekily as you bend sideways just a little in order to grab your glass of lemonade – where exactly you found the ingredients for it, Wesker doesn't know nor does he question your methods – and take a sip. The sight of your lips wrapped around that colourful straw coupled with a droplet of condensation from the glass plopping down on your left breast and disappearing under your bikini is almost enough to make Wesker lose control. You're a temptress, plain and simple.
“I didn't exactly have sunbathing in mind when I brought you along, you know?” he says instead of answering your question. He crosses his arms as he stands looming over you, appearing irritated, but behind his glasses his eyes are cataloguing every endless mile of skin available for his perusal.
“Well, what else is there?” you protest lazily. You wave a hand in the vague direction of the island for emphasis. “Watching you play Big Brother got boring quickly and it's not like you'd let me go over there and just nab the damn thing you're after. Like I offered to do a thousand times.”
“I'm not risking you for this,” Wesker shoots down immediately, as he has been the entire time you've been on this boat. “I could have gotten it myself but I trusted that Ada could be in and out without making a scene or anyone noticing. I was wrong. Besides, it's irrelevant now. She took off with the Amber.”
You snort as soon as the words are out of his mouth. The reaction is involuntary, judging by how you immediately cover your mouth and try to suppress your giggles, but your amusement is plain to see for anyone with eyes. Wesker should feel more indignant that you're laughing at him than he actually is, but frankly, he'd much rather admire your smile and the way your tits shake as your laughter courses through you.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. You must be in a bad mood, love.”
“Yes, I am,” he answers, finally moving again as he climbs on top of you on the chair and settles between your legs seamlessly. You open them to make room for him immediately and let him take your sunglasses off so he can look into your eyes unhindered. Your own fingers slip beneath his frames and gently pull them away from his face too. “Your sweet cunt might help comfort me, however.”
Your lips stretch in a pleased little smile at his words and he can hear your pulse jumping in excitement. He also doesn't miss the way you grind your pelvis up against him, rubbing your barely clothed pussy against his slacks.
“Is that so?” you ask in a sultry tone as your fingers start dancing across his face, rubbing almost featherlight against his neck, then going down his body until you can grasp his ass and pull him closer into you. The soft sigh that escapes your lips at the renewed friction between your crotches is like a live orchestra in his ears. “How fortunate for you that I'm in a comforting mood then.”
“Fortunate indeed,” he murmurs, closing his eyes as he bridges the gap between your lips and kisses you hungrily. You're so responsive to his touch – fingers digging into the meat of his ass and thighs, pelvis bucking up into him, chest pressing forward so you can rub your hardened nipples against his chest. You sigh softly every time he pulls away from your lips before diving back in and when he travels down your jaw and starts tasting your sun-kissed skin and leaving little bites here and there just because, you sink your fingers in his hair instead. The barely felt sting of your nails scratching his scalp or you tugging at his roots only makes his cock get even harder and he knows that, as much as he'd like to leisurely eat you out for the rest of the afternoon, he needs to sink into you before he busts in his pants like a teenager.
You're like a nymph beneath him – alluring and divine, all gorgeous curves and planes that he never wants to part from for long. It'd be concerning how much you affect him, how easily, if he didn't know he has the same effect on you. You like to tease but sometimes something as simple as Wesker rolling up his sleeves can have your underwear damp and your mind checked out while you admire him and imagine all the ways in which you can ravish him.
He's never been on the receiving end of the same kind of desire and possessiveness he's been harbouring since he was a boy. It's nice, if he's being honest.
Wesker kisses a path down your body, relishing every little sigh and moan that leaves your lips, and doesn't even bother taking off your bikini. He just moves the fabric aside so he can wrap his lips around your nipples, then does the same to your pussy. One finger pulls the thin material aside while another finds your clit and makes you sing for him with just a few touches and some carefully applied pressure.
You're soaking and begging for his cock in no time at all.
“Someone's eager,” Wesker teases as if he hasn't been throbbing in his pants since he laid eyes on you lounging on the deck only minutes ago.
“Very,” you confirm without shame. “Please, won't you fuck me, Albert?”
Ah, he loves when you beg so sweetly even when you know he'll give you what you want anyway.
“Only because you asked nicely.”
He makes quick work of unzipping his pants and freeing his aching cock and a smile spreads across his face when he sees the way you lick your lips at the sight of it, your cunt weeping even more in response. Greedy girl. Wesker sighs in pleasure and relief when he finally sinks into you – your warmth sucks him in and clings to his length as he pushes into you so perfectly; sometimes he wishes he could stay just like this forever, buried inside you without a care in the world.
He starts off slow, just rutting into you more than fucking you. His hands are gripping your hips, mouth attached to your nipple so he can suck on it and lave it with his tongue, while your arms are thrown across his shoulders so you can cling to him. You're moaning every time he pushes into you, small little hitched breaths leaving your lips with every small thrust.
“Was this your plan all along, my dear?” he asks when he pulls away from your breasts, instead looking down at you as he picks up the pace slightly.
“Obviously,” you answer. Your legs wrap around his waist better, feet digging into his backside, and it makes Wesker snap his hips faster.
“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.” His hands move from your hips to your thighs and he pushes them up until he's reaching even deeper into you, making you gasp and grip his shoulder with one hand and the arm rest of your chair with another for support and balance.
“It's more fun this way,” you moan and he's sure that your sounds can be heard all the way out to the island with how loudly and shamelessly you sing for him.
With you nearly bent in half, Wesker looks down to where you're joined, groaning at the sight of your pussy devouring his cock so easily, so eagerly. You're so ready for him and so creamy that there's a white ring around his cock and your pussy squelches filthily every time he fucks into you, a perfect harmony for your mewling and pleading for more, harder, faster.
He gives it to you.
“So fucking good,” Wesker curses, a moan of his own slipping past his lips when your cunt tightens around him just right. He wants to ruin you sometimes – just fuck and fuck and fuck you until you break, until you're just a drooling puddle at his feet, covered in his marks and cum, owned and wrecked beyond repair. He's never learned how to keep something without holding on too tightly and breaking it, but you… You hold on just as tightly, you dig your nails into his flesh and pull him in just as much as he does, and he thinks that it wouldn't be so bad if he was the one being wrecked for once, not if it's your hands doing the wrecking.
“Want you to come inside,” you pant in his ear and there you go again, sinking your hooks in him and making him lose his goddamn mind.
“As you wish,” he agrees, groaning when your cunt pulses around him with your renewed arousal, and pushes back against your thighs so much that your pelvis is lifted off the chair completely as his skin slaps against yours on every loud, hard thrust. The fabric of your underwear doesn't want to stand aside so it rubs against his length every time he thrusts in and out of you, but your hand comes down and pulls it aside, giving Wesker unrestricted access to your hole. You don't stop there, though; you spread your fingers so that they're framing your cunt, too, and, incidentally, his rutting cock as well. Your thumb is flicking your clit shamelessly as you give yourself that nudge over the edge and start coming around his pumping shaft without restraint, shaking and moaning beneath him while your pussy convulses around him, all the while giving him a perfect view of your spread lips and fingers framing his cock perfectly.
Only a blind man could resist the sight that you make, all spread out and debauched like that, and Wesker is anything but. After a few more thrusts he pulls out until only the head of his cock remains inside you, coming at your entrance and watching his cum ooze out of you around the head, overflowing from the onslaught. When you whine at him, he chuckles and pushes it all inside, groaning at the slightly overwhelming feeling of your pussy walls clinging to his spent cock as he fucks his release into you all the way up to your cervix.
When he finally pulls out, there's some strings of white dirtying up your pussy but most of it has been pushed inside, the way you asked for.
“You're such a tease sometimes,” you complain, looking flushed and out of breath, but your smile is giddy and satisfied and your body is relaxed after such a good fuck. “Can't do anything the way I want it, you just have to do it your way.”
Wesker smirks at you, an amused but soft expression that shows in his eyes when he bends closer to your face and pecks your lips before he finally gets up and lets your legs fall back down. The sight of your crooked bikini bottoms and your freshly fucked pussy slowly being covered up by your closing thighs is something that makes Wesker very proud of himself as he smugly puts his glasses back on after he's tucked himself back in his pants.
“It's like you don't even know me, dear heart.”
You roll your eyes, that smile still present on your lips, then adjust your bottoms and put your own sunglasses back on as if nothing untoward happened between you.
“Go, you mean, selfish man,” you shoo him off, turning your nose up at him while you pick your lemonade glass back up and take a sip. “Let me cook alive under the Spanish sun while you play evil scientist in your dark lair.”
Wesker laughs at your dramatics, his earlier irritation with Ada nowhere to be found now, but he makes sure to give you a proper kiss goodbye before he turns around and leaves you to your sunbathing once more. He can give you the rest of the afternoon before he turns the boat around and drives away back to your hideout. You've earned that much at least.
“Call me when you need to reapply sunscreen,” he calls out over his shoulder, an amused, fond grin spreading on his face when you call him a pervert and say that he's only saying that because he wants to feel you up under the guise of helping you protect your skin from the sun.
He just shakes his head and walks away, his smile lingering long after the sound of your laughter has faded away, all the way through his initial examination of Krauser's corpse.
It's true, but that doesn't mean he has to admit it. You have enough power over him as it is.