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"You're a monster!" You shriek at him, salty tears streaming into your own mouth. He catches up to you easily, caging you between his strong arms.
"There you are," he snarls, nuzzling into your neck leaving hot open-mouthed kisses there.
Your hand instinctively threads into his hair, while the other struggles, trying to push his chest away. An accurate representation of your mind. "Albert," you hiccup, wiggling out of his grip.
His broad chest heaves as he allows you your distance. His sunglasses are gone. His lip is curled over his teeth in a sneer. His pupils are mere sharp slits. He looks animalistic. He steps towards you again, slowly. "Darling," he pleads, voice dripping with the venomous honey that keeps drawing you in.
You stop backing away. It works every time. "I'll keep you safe.." he mutters, closing the distance once more. He licks the tears off of your face. "Don't cry." He says. "I despise it when you cry."
"How could you," you mumble through your haze. "It had to be done, my love," he tells you, tucking your hair behind your ear. You can hardly believe that the man you loved had murdered hundreds. He was always a great liar.
"Just. Leave me alone. I need to think." You mutter, staggering towards your car. He watches you swerve onto the road, hands crossed behind his back, like always.
...
After crying your eyes out for a day or two, the skin around them was tight. You barely had any tears left. You staggered out of your tiny bathroom after showering for the first time in days.
Your phone had been bombarded with countless missed calls and messages from one person only.
Even after all the emotional turmoil he put you through.. your body craved him. You picked up your phone, knowing full well that he had bugged it a long time ago-- his possessive tendencies knew no bounds.
You thought about calling him, throwing the phone down mumbling about how much of an asshole he was. Well... never to you.. you slipped into one of his shirts-- you couldn't help it. Old habits die hard. You sighed at the sterile, black licorice scent you had grown so used to.
You shook your head, walking into your living room. Something felt off, you thought as you suddenly spotted him, Albert Wesker, sitting nonchalantly on your couch. It looked a bit silly, he was almost too big for your furniture, which was made for someone your size. "What are you doing here?" You shrieked.
His eyes raked your figure in a way that made you feel warm. "You need a new lock. I will see to it immediately."
"Only because you broke in!" You cried. He ignores you.
"Why haven't you answered my calls? Here I am offering you my precious time, and you waste it by shedding your pretty tears."
You're so angry that tears start to well up in your eyes once more. He stands, sweeping you into his arms. You hate that his scent calms you, melting into his chest. "Now now," he murmurs, "Don't be upset, dearheart.."
Your vision blurred as you started to accept that your lover was a cold-hearted killer, with a soft spot for you.
"You look delightful like this," he rumbles, pulling back to hungrily admire your smaller form. You felt like a deer being watched by a wolf. "Of course you would say that," you mutter, suddenly feeling underdressed in only his shirt and underwear.
His hand rests on your back, pushing you further against his body. He has to bend down to reach your exposed throat, and he feels some sort of satisfaction at the fact that his previous marks hadn't faded completely.
You whimper as he laps and sucks at your neck, his usual poised demeanor falling apart as he finally gets to have you for himself once more.
Your head is spinning, you missed him. You can't stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. "Missed you, Albert." His serpentine pupils turn to even smaller slits, and a growl leaves his chest as he hoists you up by your thighs.
"Is that so?" He snarls, he inhales your scent. "Fuck!" He curses, "Don't ever try to keep yourself from me again. You are mine forever."
Two leather-clad fingers rub the soaked fabric of your underwear. "I can smell you," he growls lowly into your neck. Damn super senses. "I know what you need. I'll always give you what you need.. my precious pet.."
He's carrying you away from the wall suddenly, gently laying you atop your cold, tiny kitchen island. Your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders. "A-Albert," you cry, reaching down to cradle his face, removing his glasses from his forehead. "My love," he sighs drunkenly, "You smell divine.."
Your face is burning at his obsessive attention. "You're fucking crazy," you mumble, running your hand through his slicked locks. "Mmm. You should exclusively wear my clothing," his large palm runs down your abdomen, pushing the dark shirt out of the way, exposing your figure and your sopping wet underwear.
"How delicious," he pants lowly, licking his teeth, the man looks ravanous. "Be good for me." He says. "You've deprived me of your sweetness for too long."
Your breath hitches in your throat as his Uroboros shreds your underwear up, leaving you in only his shirt. "It's only been a few days," you mutter, face burning at your sudden exposure.
"And I liked those," you pout, but he only half-hears you, he's practically drooling atop your cunt, his breath hot on your naked heat.
"I'll buy you fifty more," he growls, before delving his tongue into your folds, moaning and rolling his gleaming eyes back at your taste. You shriek in surprise, soft thighs snapping around his ears, just the way he likes.
His Uroboros comes up to your parted lips, plunging into your mouth. You let out a muffled cry, and suddenly you want to choke on them. Your tongue swirls around the slimy tendrils as best as it could. He growls low in response, both the vibrations, and his burning eye contact shooting through your heat.
"Albert, I'm gonna-" you can't finish your sentence, another slick tentacle swiftly slides into you, and you damn near scream. You cum around the welcome intrusion, white hot pleasure shooting through your body as Wesker laps up your release, groaning at the way you tighten around his Uroboros.
When he rises to his full height you catch the sheen of your pleasure coating his chin. He smiles at you, licking his lips. "Divine," he purrs, content that he's had his fill.
He pulls the tentacle out of you and summons it to his mouth, letting out an obsene sigh as he sucks your come off of it. It promptly slides back into his skin.
"God.." you mumble, thighs still shaking from the mind-numbing orgasm he drank out of you. "Close," he sneers, bringing his face up to yours.
"Albert.." you correct yourself, and he approves, kissing you harshly. You sit up on the counter, you can feel his clothed erection on your bare cunt.
You pout up at him. "Albert, please," you bat your lashes. His hips jerk forward slightly. "Hm?" He feigns ignorance. You have had enough. "Damn it, Albert, I want you inside me right now! I want it so deep I could taste it," you say, watching him short-circuit at your lewd words.
His hands push your chest further up against his. "Precious thing. I'll give you what you need. You must have been so frustrated without me here, hm?" You nod your head, every ounce of shame having left your body the moment you saw his menacing figure on your couch.
"My fingers can't compare!" You blurt out, watching his lip curl over his teeth as he pictures you desperately pleasuring yourself, your head rolled to one side and your pretty lips parted in a gasp. "Fuck!" He mutters, rolling his hips and jostling you. "I'll have cameras set up in your room, dear, if you keep this up." You look up at him with wide eyes. He's not joking.
You realize you don't even care at this point, his belt clinking softly in your hands as you try your best to undo it. Eventually his pretty dick springs out, standing tall, proud, and girthy, just like the rest of him. You mouth waters, and you moan at the sight alone. He's leaking pre from the blushing head. You feel drool slip down your chin.
His leather clad thumb comes up to swipe it off your lips. "My insatiable pet.." he mumbles. "I'll keep you satisfied."
"Then fuck me already!" You cry out, grinding your hips forward, the searing heat of your wet cunt rolling along his length. He slides in with one quick thrust, burying himself to the hilt. "Ah! You-"
The stretch feels so good, your hands curl into the fabric of his undershirt. "You're so big," you slur, reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He chuckles lowly, setting a slow pace for you to adjust.
You slide off the edge of the counter, and into his arms as he holds you up and fucks into you even deeper. His growling huffs become evident as he shows off his strength to you, hips canting upwards, chasing your tight warmth.
"Thank youu," you cry out, holding on to his shoulders for dear life. "Soft," he snarls into your neck, his fingers digging into your thighs. "Perfect. You were made for me. Made to take my cock," he says, and you nod vigorously in agreement. "And I was made for you, hm? Made to fill you up," he continues, and your walls flutter around him.
"Those pathetic humans couldn't satisfy you if they tried, Dear," he sneers, hips pistoning quicker. You feel the pleasurable coil in your belly tightening. "Aalbert, I'm gonna come," you stutter out, and he only continues his punishing pace.
Something was going to happen-- "Albert it feels different-!" You cry out, but you can't stop him in time, your orgasm crashes down on you, your cunt tightening so much that he can barely move, his groan vibrating through your body. You're suddenly aware of yourself gushing around his cock. It drips down his thighs, and you feel your face heating up from embarrasment.
He pulls out of you, still rock hard, watching your cum splatter to the tile below. "Oh, Darling," he says, his voice low in his throat, glowing eyes narrowed. He puts you down on the counter once more, lapping up your release, and you cry out from the overstimulation.
"I need more," he says, laving your puffy clit. "Maybe next time," you pant, "Right now I want you to come inside of me. Please.."
He looks down at his raging erection-- as if he forgot somehow. "Of course, anything my little pet wants.." It sounds almost condecending. He slips back into you quickly, sighing in relief as he's once again wrapped in your velvety warm, slick heat. "Gonna fill you up so good," he snarls, "You'll never think about another man. Another human," he spits out the word distastefully, "Ever again!"
His Uroboros comes up to rub slippery circles into your clit, and you cry out, back arching and raising your hips to meet his. You cum again, chasing his cock, and the tar-colored tentacle.
He falls on top of you to cage you between his arms, and buries himself deep inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. He rocks inside of you, grunting as he spills what feels like a liter of cum deep within you. You whine at the fullness, looking down to see that it has started to spill out where the two of you joined.
"'Lbert.." you moan out weakly. "Good?" He pants above you, his hair has broken free from his gel comb over. It hangs over his shining, serpentine eyes.
You reach your jelly arm up to cradle his face. "You're so gorgeous," you say, voice weak. He chuckles, gathering your boneless body up into his arms. "Look who's talking," he retorts as he runs the two of you a shower. "I'm still mad at you," you say, nuzzling into his chest.
He simply hums in response. That's just too bad. You're his forever.