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“Mhm, so pretty for me,” Albert hums in a low voice as he gives your tits a hearty squeeze and watches them spill out of his hands with how big they are. You look up at him with wet, eager eyes as you bite your lip to stifle the noises that want to escape you. “Don't do that. I want to hear you.”
“Yes, sir.” You obey his command immediately, letting go of your lip and letting your mouth fall open on a breathy moan, and jolt in surprise when Albert squeezes some lube directly on your breasts without bothering to warm it up and starts coating your chest with it. The feeling of the lubricant slowly warming up the more he rubs your tits and the valley between them makes your head spin and your clit throb with arousal.
Once satisfied, he climbs up your body until you're lying on your back with his thighs bracketing either side of you. Albert slaps his hard cock in between your tits, spreading some of his precum on your skin and rubbing it in with the tip of his dick so it mixes with the lube, before he gives his length a few lazy pumps while he looks down at you with eyes full of lust and possessiveness.
“Squeeze your chest for me, will you, darling? Tight as you can.” You do as he says but you also have to squeeze your thighs together in a chase for some kind of relief when your pussy gets even wetter at the feeling of Albert's cock between your tits. “Good girl. Now hold on tight.”
He moves his hips languidly at first, just enjoying the feeling of your slippery flesh encasing his cock in such soft, fatty warmth, and you stick out your tongue so you can swipe the tip of it over his cock every time he pushes it towards you and the head of it peeks out from between your boobs. But then he starts to pick up speed. And as he does, Albert throws his head back in pleasure and moans filthily without restraint as he violently fucks in and out of the tunnel you created with your tits, the feeling of his balls dragging against your skin making you feel so sexy and dirty at the same time with every thrust of his cock in and out of your body.
“Fuck,” Albert curses loudly, panting. He has to stop abruptly and squeeze the base of his cock to stop his oncoming orgasm from reaching its destination, which makes you overflow with pride that you can bring this man to the brink of losing his control just by lying there and giving him a titjob. “You're so good, my love, almost had me coming early,” he grunts, groaning as he pulls himself away and bends over your body so he can kiss you, rough and hungry. You moan into it, especially when he sucks on your tongue with the same fervour you usually employ when sucking his dick, but it turns into a whiny gasp when his fingers find your wet hole without missing a beat and stick two fingers inside at once. “So fucking wet already. I haven't even touched you yet. You're really that much of a slut for my cock, huh?”
“Ah, yes, sir! Please touch me!”
“Let's see how many fingers you can take first. My cock is much bigger than one, you know.”
He then crooks his fingers into your cunt just right, face screwed up tight in concentration as he examines your own responses, and the motion has you crying out and bucking up into his hand. He adds another finger but switches position so he can also rub his thumb over your clit at the same time. You let out a desperate sob as your breath hitches in your chest, and your eyes are wide and teary as they gaze up unseeingly at the ceiling.
“Eyes on me, pet. That's right,” Albert orders, dipping your head back down with two fingers that press on your chin. “Now, are you going to be good for me? Will you let me fuck your cunt with my fingers so I can loosen you up?”
You choke on your saliva when you open your mouth to reply and Albert simply watches you passively as you get yourself under control. When you finally give your confirmation, voice broken up by moans and sighs as his three fingers keep working on your pussy, he nods in satisfaction and captures your mouth in another claiming kiss that muffles your yelp when he adds a fourth finger and starts fucking you at a punishing pace that won't let you catch your breath.
You're clinging to him when his lips part from yours, feeling like you're just along for the ride and trying to hold on as your poor pussy adjusts to being stretched much more roughly and insistently than it ever has before. The sounds echoing in the bedroom are absolutely filthy too – slurping, squelching noises as your cunt drenches Albert's fingers in its wetness, your desperate moans and gasps, Albert's pleased grunts as he keeps driving his hand into you over and over again without mercy. He watches you like you're something special, a novelty he can't take his eyes off of, and the intensity of that gaze focused solely on you while he fingers you so roughly makes your stomach twist as you arch up into Albert, eyes screwed shut from the sudden pleasure.
“Oh! I- I'm gonna- Sir, I can't- I-” You struggle to form a sentence but it ends up being useless. Before you can unscramble your brains and warn him about it, your orgasm is already washing over you and making you seize under him, cunt throbbing with every wave of pleasure that crashes into you while tears stream down your cheeks freely.
You can feel Albert's tongue lapping up your tears as they escape and it makes your breath hitch even more in response.
“Clean me up,” he orders once you're more or less back to normal. You barely have time to register his words before he's prying your mouth open and gagging you with his hand. You moan when the taste of your own cunt explodes on your tongue and you lap at his wet fingers messily, running your tongue over his rough digits and in the creases between them until nothing remains behind aside from your spit.
He pulls them out with an approving hum when you're done.
Your legs fall open even further, as far as they will comfortably go, when Albert settles between them properly. His fingers grip your thighs roughly and knead into the fat there with a satisfaction that still takes your breath away – the fact that he likes that you're fat, that he has so much flesh to take a bite out of and fondle whenever he has you near and it excites him, will never stop being a novelty to you.
“Keep your legs open and tell me if you need a break.” His eyes bore into yours when he says it, indescribably turned on but still mindful of the fact that you are still only human and easily breakable.
“Yes, sir. I will. Please fuck me now.”
“So greedy,” he tuts, tone deep and drawling and sending shivers down your spine, but he does line himself up with your entrance nonetheless and starts pushing in. You moan as he slides in, deeper and deeper and showing no signs of stopping until he's balls deep into you, and Albert echoes you with a few more colourful curses thrown in for flavour. “God, I love your pussy. So fucking tight and warm every time. So fat around my cock.”
He starts fucking into you with short thrusts that hit right where you need him and have you whining as you hold on tight to your legs and try to keep them open for him.
“You're so needy, my little whore. Do you like it when I fuck your fat fucking pussy like I own it? Like me pounding into you and fucking your brains out of your skull?” he grunts on every other thrust, balls slapping against your skin as the head of his cock nails your cervix every time. One of his hands also sneaks up your body, squeezing your belly harshly for a moment before slapping your jiggling tits on its way to your throat. You bare it on instinct when his broad palm settles over your windpipe and presses down gently. A warning and a promise that you can't wait to become a reality.
“Feels… so… good…” you slur between thrusts, your body nothing more than a prop as it bounces up and down the mattress under Albert's powerful movements. “Fuck… me… harder?”
Albert huffs in amusement at how cock drunk you already are and switches his stance just slightly as he lets his hand squeeze more of your throat. You gasp at the constricting feeling, already starting to feel out of breath with less oxygen entering your lungs, which only worsens when Albert starts pounding into you for real. One of your legs slips out of your hold, your hand too weak to keep it up anymore, but Albert helps you out by grabbing it under the knee and bending it as far as it'll go. His cock makes your pussy feel too small as he fucks you like a wild animal in heat, all the while his hand keeps cutting off your air supply as he fucks you roughly.
He only lets up when your eyes start fluttering shut.
“Keep squeezing my cock like that and I'll come inside you, dear heart,” Albert warns you from between his clenched teeth.
You're wheezing as you get your breath back under control but you will your voice to work, raspy as it is, when his words register in your fuzzy, fucked out brain.
“Please, sir. Come in me. I need it, I need you to fill me up.”
“Fuck,” Albert curses and lets his hand fall to your hip so he can hold you in place better. “Think you deserve to be filled by me, dear heart?”
“Please,” you beg, whiny and desperate as all rational thought has fled you and all that remains is the need to feel Albert cum deep inside you and make you feel thoroughly owned. “I'll be so good for you. Just need you deep, need you here.” You touch the general area of your belly with clumsy hands, pressing down to emphasise your point, and break off into a loud moan when Albert snaps his hips harshly into yours in response.
“If I do this once, I won't stop until you're filled to the brim and thoroughly bred,” he warns you but instead of making you second guess your decision, the words only make you moan louder and your eyes roll in the back of your head as he changes the pace again. The bed shakes with his speed and force and if he weren't holding you down, your own free hand weakly gripping his strong bicep for purchase, you would've gone through the wall by now with how hard he's plowing your pussy right now.
When you come, it's loud and seemingly endless. With every rope of his cum shooting into you, it's like a fresh wave of pleasure washes over you and takes you under. Albert is kissing you, biting down on your lower lip and worrying it between his teeth, and your legs finally get a break as he releases one and pries your hand away from the other, letting them fall down to the mattress and stay like that, splayed open and shameless.
You are aware of Albert moving around you, lifting you up into his arms, cleaning you up, changing the bedsheets, but you only truly return to reality when his fingers start a soothing pattern up and down your chest, in between your breasts, and down your plush stomach.
The look in his eyes when you finally open yours to gaze up at him is nothing short of adoring.
“Thank you for letting me treat you so roughly, my dear,” he rumbles gratefully from next to you while a happy smile – rarely seen outside of this room – blooms on his face.
“It was good,” you reassure him, still a bit drowsy with the satisfaction of good sex. “We should do it again.”
Albert lowers himself until he's level with you so he can roll on top of your body and cover it with his own almost like a weighted blanket. The pressure and warmth of him makes your eyes flutter happily and you gladly accept his kiss, much more tender and full of feeling this time around, when he gently coaxes your lips open with his own.
“Oh, we will. I did promise to breed you thoroughly, didn't I?”
You flush at his words, covering your face with your hands at Albert's amused chuckles filling your ears, and mumble between your fingers, “It just came to me in the moment, okay? Don't make fun of me.”
“I'm not,” he promises more seriously, though his tone is still fond. “There's no one on earth I'd rather have a child with than you, dear heart. I'll give you one if that's what you really want.”
The thought doesn't immediately make you recoil but you simply hum noncommittally as you remove your hands and take a peek up at your love.
“Maybe. I don't know. I'll think about it.”
“Whatever you decide, I'll be here to hear it. And fulfill it, if you want to take me up on my offer.”
You smile up at him, so in love and still in disbelief at how lucky you are to be loved and found worthy by a man like Albert Wesker, and thread your fingers through his hair so you can pull him down towards you and kiss him some more. He settles between your legs and over your body so seamlessly you'd think he was made just for you and when you can feel his erection poking into your thigh again half an hour later, you can't help but smile into his mouth and roll him over so you can take his cock into your mouth and repay him for the fingering he gave you earlier. If you also end up giving him another titjob when he asks so sweetly in between bitten off moans, then that's alright. Albert spoils you all the time. It's only right that you do it for him in return every once in a while too.