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Your boyfriend is one of the hottest men you've ever had the pleasure of looking at, let alone touching, and it's not just your own biased opinion speaking. Albert is so damn sexy in such an effortless way that it drives you crazy sometimes. He can simply just be sitting there, doing nothing, and it will have you foaming at the mouth with the desire to devour him whole. It never fails to amuse him whenever he catches that telltale glint in your eyes and sees you pressing your thighs together in clear arousal.
But what might be the final nail in the coffin of your debilitating attraction to your boyfriend, your Kryptonite so to speak, is when he is wearing his S.T.A.R.S. uniform.
It's late when Albert finally gets home that night. Things at the office haven't been going smoothly lately, not with incompetent work from some of his subordinates and the disappearance of the Bravo Team on top of it. Umbrella has been kicking his ass too and he's always so tense these days as he worries about his plans to cut and run being derailed or exposed prematurely. The last thing he needs is Umbrella catching him before he can get away.
So when he walks through the door with heavy footsteps and no greeting for you, you know it's been a long day. You watch him through worried eyes as he dumps his bag in the entryway and kicks his boots off in a corner before going straight for the liquor cabinet and pouring himself a measure of whiskey. He takes a sip of it as a bone-weary sigh escapes him and his shoulders slump in a more relaxed posture before he places the still filled tumbler back on the table.
Quietly, you weave your way across the living room and touch his bicep lightly. Albert immediately opens his arm for you and draws you in close to his side, tucking your head against his chest and holding onto you tightly though silently. You breathe him in, taking in lungfuls of his faded cologne and the traces of his tough day still lingering on his clothes, and something tightens in your chest with unrestrained love for this man as you rub your cheek against his chest.
“Do you want me to take your mind off of it?”
Your question is quiet and undemanding, leaving it up to him if he wants to be distracted by you or not. You know he won't talk about what's bothering him, at least not now, but the least you can do is serve as a distraction and a way for him to work some of the stress out of his system. You've gotten quite excellent at that lately, not that you particularly mind.
“Yes,” Albert answers simply, his words slightly muffled by his mouth being pressed against your scalp so he can breathe you in. He lifts his face to press a quick kiss right on the crown of your head then picks up his glass tumbler and downs the rest of his whiskey in one go. “Wait for me in the bedroom. I'll go change out of this quickly.”
“Wait!” you urge, clutching at his shirt sleeve before he can move away from you. Your heart beats quicker as you stare up at him with beseeching eyes – both from excitement and the fear that he might immediately shoot your suggestion down.
Albert raises a perfectly blonde eyebrow at you and waits for you to elaborate.
“Don't change! Just, uhm… I want you to fuck me in your uniform. Please?”
“My dear, these clothes are filthy and they will only get filthier if I fuck you in them,” Albert protests but your keen ears pick up on the fact that his voice doesn't sound all that annoyed with you or displeased with the idea. He also hasn't actually said no.
“Please?” you beg and clutch at the straps on his vest in clear desperation as you aim the biggest puppy eyes you've ever employed in his direction. Your underwear is already getting soaked just from your chest being pressed up against his vest and feeling all those straps and holsters on his body digging into your tits. “You know you drive me crazy when you're dressed like this. I'll make it good for you, I promise.”
Albert hums in consideration of your words while you make your case even as his right hand grips your hip tightly, keeping you close to him, while his left one reaches up towards your face and presses down on your bottom lip teasingly. Your already pouty face must look even stronger with the effect of your lip sticking out like this and you know that Albert can never resist the sight of your lips in the vicinity of any body part of his when he’s already worked up.
“No ruining the uniform during it, though. Or there will be consequences,” he acquiesces, his voice dipping lower with dark promises of what those consequences might be. It almost makes you want to mess him up on purpose just to see how he might punish you for your transgressions.
“Okay,” you agree breathily. “I'll be good, I promise.”
Albert smirks at you as he pushes his thumb into your mouth just slightly, just enough to press down on your teeth and make brief contact with the tip of your tongue, before he withdraws it and steps away from you.
“Nothing involving you is ever good, dear heart.”
Albert lets you steer him in the direction of your bedroom without much fuss after that. You're enjoying the view of him in his S.T.A.R.S. uniform from behind a little too much, but you can't bring yourself to feel too ashamed of it. The strong line of his shoulders seems wider, more defined in the shirt-vest combo of the uniform, and the way that vest and the buckles around his middle emphasise his waist and draws the attention to his plush ass makes you want to do unspeakable things to him.
Albert sits down on the edge of the bed as per your instructions, leaning back on his elbows with a quietly amused but patiently expectant expression on his face as his thighs spread wide on the mattress. The fabric of his pants stretches to accommodate the girth of his thighs and the holster on his right leg digs a little into his meaty flesh, laced up tight by necessity so it can hold up his firearm without sliding off.
You take in the sight of him with hungry eyes as you absently lick your lips in anticipation before you finally make your move and straddle his hips.
The first thing you do is gently remove Albert's glasses. You've fucked him in them plenty of times before and you're loath to mess with the getup but something about tonight and this very special moment makes you want to have unfettered access to those gorgeous pale eyes of his while you fuck him. Albert lets you, only briefly squinting up at the ceiling before his vision adapts to the lack of protective film over it, then looks back down at you, intent and with a smoldering fire trapped behind his irises as he takes you in.
Slowly, you start running your hands over his body. You begin with his face, threading your fingers through his hair and enjoying the feel of those fine, blonde strands as the gel in them scrunches under your ministrations and loosens its hold on his hair. You trace the lines of his face – his brows, his cheekbones, the soft lines of those kissable lips you love so much. You kiss the tip of his nose just to see him scrunch it in displeasure and smile delightedly at him in response before pressing a featherlight peck on his lips in apology.
Next, you run your hands over his shoulders and down his biceps. You enjoy the feel of that quiet strength, all the power held beneath the relaxed muscles of his upper body as he allows you to explore him. The texture changes beneath your fingertips, the softness of his blue shirt contrasting wonderfully with the roughness of the vest covering it. And when your hands go lower, where his shirt sleeves are rolled up at the elbow, you delight in the feel of his bare skin and the corded muscles in his forearms, taking immense pleasure in tracing his bulging arm veins with a curious finger. When you reach his wrists, you take one of his hands in your own, intertwining your fingers and marveling at the size difference between you – his palm easily drowns out yours, his fingers thicker and longer than your own, and the stark difference makes something wild and molten reignite in your lower belly at the sight.
Even here, your skin enjoys the contrast between leather gloves and his bare fingers, calloused from his gun usage and smelling of a combination of ink and gunpowder. You lift his palm up till it's eye-level with you then press soft, lingering kisses across his knuckles before flipping it around and doing the same to the pads of his fingers.
Next, your exploration takes you to Albert's torso. You run your hands over his chest, feeling the bumps and ridges of his various holsters, straps, and storage compartments, and Albert's breath hitches softly, subtly, when you run your fingers over his covered belly, close to where you're certain he needs you the most.
But when you get there, instead of palming him through his pants or, better yet, taking him out of them entirely, you slip down to your knees fluidly and settle between his legs, then continue your exploration by running your hands over those strong thighs you want to take a bite out of. These pants have always been so flattering on him – whether it be because of the sensual, almost pornographic way the fabric seems to be straining around his thighs at all times, or due to the excellent way they emphasise his ass and draw your attention to it, you're not certain. But one thing's for sure: it makes you want to contact the manufacturer and give them your personal, heartfelt thanks for creating such a masterpiece of clothing for your boyfriend to work in.
When your hand grazes his knee is where Albert finally loses composure and he snaps out to grab your wrist, halting you in your movements. You look up at him curiously and find him flushed and impatient.
“You've explored enough, darling, don't you think?”
Even his voice sounds shaken, high strung, and the sound of it makes you bite your lip to hide a grin.
“You're right, my bad,” you purr unrepentantly but finally give in and touch him where he wants you so very badly. Your fingers nimbly unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper but you don't push them down more than necessary. It takes a bit of finesse and some hissed complaints from Albert, but you emerge victorious as you manage to pull his dick out without taking either his pants or his underwear off.
When you look at his length, it's fully hard and leaking, an angry red gathered at the tip that makes you lick your lips eagerly. Albert gasps when you finally take him into your mouth and bucks into your throat, making you gag for a second, in response to the wet heat of your mouth surrounding him so completely. His hand buries itself in your hair and he uses it to guide you up and down his length as he sees fit. You are more than happy to give him the reins and let him use your mouth to pleasure himself with, but he doesn't fuck your face for more than a minute, at most, before he pulls away from your mouth and leaves you gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your drenched lips and chin to his hard length.
“Enough playing. I want to fuck you now,” Albert says, voice dripping with barely held control and authority, and you can feel yourself dripping in response to it in real time.
“Yes, sir,” you sigh obediently and the way his eyes seem to darken in response doesn't escape your notice.
He gets back to his feet and grasps you by the hips without hesitation then lifts you in the air and throws you on the mattress instead, making you bounce from the force of it a few times as you stare up at him in wide eyed anticipation. Albert makes quick work of getting you naked and spread out beautifully for him and you preen under his hungry, lustful gaze as you stretch your legs wide open for him and let him see how wet and needy he makes you.
“You really like me in uniform, huh?” he comments gruffly as his hand envelopes your wet pussy and buries two of his fingers inside easily. He hooks them up immediately, twisting and searching for that spot that makes you scream, and you squirm under his rough ministrations, moaning and panting like a dog underneath his gaze, already so close after just a few touches. “God, you're so wet. I don't even need to prep you.”
“Ah! But you're so big! I could barely take the tip,” you protest on a whine but even you know that your heart's not in it. The thought of Albert bullying your poor pussy into taking his cock without proper preparation makes your walls tighten around his fingers and a sudden orgasm washes over you without warning in response. He’s the only one who’s ever been able to make you come so quickly and so easily outside of your own fingers and toys.
You lay there panting as you try to calm your racing heart down, half lidded eyes staring almost unseeing at the ceiling, but you open them fully and look back down between your legs when you feel Albert's cock nudging at your entrance without preamble.
“I think I'll make it fit, dear heart,” is all he says before he starts pushing inside, forcing your pussy to relax around his length and girth as he keeps feeding more of it into your channel.
Your breath hitches at the familiar intrusion and you have to remind yourself to breathe as Albert carves a path for himself into your body. You can't look away from him – the tense muscles in his forearms from where he's holding himself up above you on either side of your body, the bead of sweat on his eyebrow and at the tip of his nose, the sight of his cock steadily disappearing inside your body. You swear you can feel him in your ribcage and that the slide of his cock into your pussy is endless.
“There you go. All in, just like I said. I told you you could take it,” Albert praises, sounding breathless with pleasure, and one of his hands reaches down to your belly to gently massage your skin and get you to relax further.
Your pussy flutters wildly around his cock, desperately trying to adjust and accommodate him, and just when you're starting to get worried that you might have bit off more than you can chew after all, his thumb comes down to rest on your clit and starts rubbing it expertly to get you to relax. The sudden stimulation and the pleasure stemming from it courses through your entire body and makes your toes curl and your back relax into the mattress. You barely even notice when your pussy unwinds and loosens its grip on Albert's cock, only becoming aware of it when he pulls out and pushes back in again.
What starts off as slow, languid strokes in and out quickly turns into something that's more rough and fast as Albert loses composure and chases his own pleasure using your body. Your tits bounce with every rough thrust into your body and all you can do is lay back and take it as your boyfriend fucks into you like it's the last time he'll get to feel you wrapped around him this way. Your body sings with pleasure dipped in pain every time Albert slams himself back into you and you feel like blushing every time the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes in the room.
“Ah, ah, ah,” you moan, the sounds punched out of you as Albert fucks you into the mattress without mercy. “F-fuck me, Captain Wesker! Yeah, just like that.”
His eyes widen at being addressed like that by you in the bedroom for the first time, but instead of telling you off, he just starts fucking you even harder, if that was possible. He nearly folds you in half as he grasps you by the backs of your thighs and spreads you open even more and the new position makes him reach even deeper into you as he starts hitting your G spot on every thrust.
Your arms latch onto him now that you have him closer to you, winding around his shoulders and holding on for dear life, and the brutal, relentless pace has you sobbing as another orgasm is ripped out of you. You want to tear at Albert's clothes, rip his shirt off his body or chew on his vest from the wonderful overstimulation, but you promised to play nice. Instead, your eyes zero in on his open shirt collar and you waste no time – your lips seek out that patch of skin right where the collar ends and they latch on, biting and sucking greedily as you find an outlet for the extreme sensations assaulting your body.
Albert grunts above you, either from the hickey you're currently leaving on his neck or from the way your pussy goes wild around his cock as you come, and his movements stutter momentarily before he resumes drilling himself into you, this time much more sloppily than before.
A red imprint of your mouth has already bloomed over his pale skin when you let his neck go and slump back into the mattress, and you couldn't be more satisfied with your handiwork if you tried.
“That better not be visible,” Albert warns you, but his voice sounds strained and you feel no remorse for your actions regardless.
“Of course not, Captain,” you tease between moans and your pussy tightens when he growls under his breath and reaches down between your legs to play with your clit roughly.
“If you can be a brat then you can give me another one,” he commands, eyes dark and wild with lust when you whine from the sensitivity so soon after you've just come.
Albert is unsympathetic to your moans and cries as you throw your head back and scream from the overbearing pleasure coursing through your veins as he presses on your clit roughly, not even bothering to slow down as his cock keeps pumping in and out of you like a piston. You can feel yourself nearing your peak again, belly tightening, body seizing, and you come again on Albert's cock with a scream ripped straight out of your throat. Above you, Albert grunts and moans in response to the wonderful tightness gripping his dick and swears under his breath as his hips jerk forward once, twice, thrice, before he buries himself as far as he can go and empties himself straight into your womb.
“Fuck, darling. That's right, take it. Take it all. Take my seed and give me a baby,” he groans against your neck as he spills himself into you and the words make you whine from how deeply they affect you. His hands slip from your thighs, finally letting your legs relax and hold themselves up instead, and you don't hesitate to wrap them around his waist and pull him in closer.
You hold him against you like that for way too long. Both of you take your time to come down from the incredible sex and the overwhelming sensations, but as the seconds turn into minutes you simply transition into holding him, running your fingers through the short hairs at his nape and scratching idly at his scalp.
Eventually, Albert pulls away from your embrace and slips out of your messy cunt with a drawn out sigh, and you wince at the empty feeling he leaves behind. Miraculously, his uniform looks intact when he steps away from you, save for the red mark in the shape of your teeth at his neck, just barely visible behind the collar of his shirt.
“I'll clean you up in a second,” he tells you before he disappears in the bathroom, leaving you naked and covered in sweat and your combined releases, still spread out on the bed. You let your legs fall to the floor with a pleased sigh, thoroughly fucked and extremely satisfied.
When he comes back to you, Albert is dressed down in boxers and the t-shirt he usually wears to bed. You mourn the disappearance of his uniform for a second but then you're more preoccupied with his gentle, thorough handling of your body as he gets you clean and tucked under the covers. When he joins you, you immediately seek him out, curling up against his much bigger and taller body and making sure you are as close to him as humanly possible.
“I love you, Al,” you murmur sleepily into his chest, ear pressed tightly next to his heart and listening to its steady beat which stutters momentarily at your words before it resumes its normal pace.
“I love you too, dear heart,” he replies quietly, pulling you closer into him before he presses a lingering kiss on your forehead. You hum in response, pleased and happy, then let yourself sink into the warmth of your shared bed and his embrace, falling asleep easily and dreaming all night about those last words of his and the wonderful concept of one day carrying Albert's baby and having a family of your own with him.