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The predicament that Chris found himself in right now was not one he expected for a Thursday evening. He knew something was up when you waltzed into his office, Lieutenant Nivans in tow, the both of you grinning more than what he found comfortable. The creaky click of the lock on his office door didn’t give him much comfort either.“It’s past my office hours, Lieutenants. I suggest-“ A rogue hand ran up his chest interrupting his thought.“You’ve been so worked up lately, Captain…” You purr, the way your hand moves is a silent suggestion, one that is amplified by the slightly larger hand running up Chris's thigh.“Yeah, let us help you relax, Captain.” Piers couples the whisper with a few soft kisses to his jaw as his hand inches closer and closer to Chris’s growing bulge.He instinctively spreads his muscular thighs in the office chair as Piers starts palming him through his trousers. A soft sigh fell from his lips in the otherwise silent room.Your hand turns his jaw toward you, capturing his lips in a kiss that quickly grows feverish. It takes less than a minute for you and Piers to strip him down completely. You can’t help but admire your captain before you, tall and broad, dusted with dark hair across his bare chest.Piers notices your distraction and is quick to put his mouth on Chris’s cock, desperate to win your little challenge. He slowly pumps what he can’t get inside his mouth, bracing himself with Chris’s thigh. Capturing his lips instead, you run your tongue against the seam before he allows you into his mouth. You feel Chris moan into your mouth when your tongues meet, clearly enjoying this whole ordeal.What was the challenge between you and Piers? The one to make your captain come first was the better lay. Was that reasoning stupid? Yes, but a challenge made between you and Piers was hardly ever anything but stupid… And a chance to seduce your captain was hardly something you’d say no to.You feel the prickles of his hair as you begin to kiss down his chest. It earns you a moan when you take his nipple between your lips, sucking lightly. Making your way down his chest you nip and suck on his skin leaving a trail of marks behind you as you intend to join Piers. The both of you rotate between sucking his dick, and his balls as well as both licking it and he swears that this is the moment he’s going to go, have a damn heart attack right in his office.Feeling how close he is to finishing, you push Piers aside to take Chris fully into your mouth, tongue running over the thick vein on the underside. You bob your head, trying your best to take his thick cock as far as you can down your throat. Piers made his way upwards with a grumble to kiss and suck at the captain's chest and neck.Chris’s hand gripped your hair, lightly pushing you further down on him, “Fuck, Sweetheart. So good for me, letting me use your throat like this.” You hum around his cock, feeling slick coat your underwear at the praise from your Captain. Without warning you feel him twitch inside your mouth, filling it with hot, salty come.Piers let out an irritated huff of air at your apparent victory, but before he can complain you’ve already pulled him down to your level to press your lips against his.You make out sloppily, your tongues exchanging come and saliva as Chris watches on with wide eyes. The sight of his two (favourite) subordinates in such a dirty position, come leaking down your chins, makes him twitch and grow hard again.Both Piers and you seem lost in the kiss, quiet moans and groans escaping from your lips. When you pull away your eyes gleam with mischief and by the slight smirk on your face Piers knows exactly what you’re about to say.“I win.”
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“Kneel.” The words are heavy, sinking slowly into your lust-riddled brain as you move into a correct kneeling position just as he has taught you. Feet neatly folded under your thighs, back straight and hands folded in your lap as you look up at him. The hardwood floor hurts your knees slightly, but it adds to the feeling of intensity in these scenes.
You could never quite place what he was feeling, Wesker bottled them up and hid them so well you were sure he’d have to get head trauma just to be able to smile like a normal person. This time a slight smirk hung on his lips clearly satisfied by your willingness to submit. The anticipation for what he was about to do was always the best part, you never knew just what he had planned.
“You may not touch me tonight, is that clear?” He awaits a response from you, but the blissed-out look on your face makes it clear that none is coming. A hand rakes through your hair, tugging to turn your neck back, “Is that clear, pet? I won’t ask again.”
Nodding, you manage a “Yes, sir.” You force it out knowing the consequences if you don’t. His hand rakes through your hair, moving down to caress your cheek with his leather glove.
“Such a pretty and obedient pet I have today. You’d do anything for me wouldn’t you?” You nod again, anticipation building in your chest, spreading down to your core. It wouldn’t surprise you if there was a wet spot on the carpet, but you prayed to whoever was out there that it wasn’t the case. He didn’t like messes and his preference for cleanup was often unorthodox.
He retracted his hand from your face before taking a seat in his office chair. You sat still where he left you, eyes glancing down his body to the slight bulge. It’s apparent that he noticed where your eyes landed by the way he crooked his fingers to signal that he wanted you closer. “Are you so desperate that you can’t even help but stare at my cock?”
You make your way over to him, on hands and knees to kneel in front of him once again, mindful about not touching him even if every fibre of your being wants to, “I’m sorry, sir. I-“
Wesker interrupts, voice deep and almost fake mocking in tone “Don’t lie, we both know that you’re not sorry. You can’t help but be consumed by lust can you, pet?” He stretches out one of his legs, his boot landing right in front of your knees as he picks up a report to read.
“If you’re that desperate to come…” He presses the toe of his heavy leather boot right against your cunt, smearing your arousal all over it. “You can use the boot.”
You blink up at him, the suggestion doesn’t turn you off it’s just something he hasn’t suggested before. He senses your hesitation by the way your eyes search his face for confirmation, “Go ahead.” When he nudges his boot forward it bumps your clit, causing a moan to bubble up your throat. “There you go, pup”
Starting slow, you hump against it feeling the leather slick up beneath you as Wesker turns back to reading his reports. You try to position yourself to get as much friction against your throbbing clit, rutting against his boot. It’s embarrassing how worked up you are, whines and moans falling freely. Especially considering the fact you’re not even being touched, nor having any attention paid to you.
It doesn’t take long before you find yourself chasing the edge, hips growing jerky as your legs start to tire. “Please, sir.” It’s a heady sigh, one filled with desperation.
Wesker puts the report down on the desk, looking down at you, “Please, what?”
“Please let me come, sir.”
“Oh, you can do better than that, pet.” His tone is mocking,
challenging
you to beg for your release.
“Please,
please
let me come on your boot, sir. Thank you for letting me use it, please.” It’s a broken ramble of moans, not up to his normal standard for begging, but he’s feeling generous (especially with how absolutely filthy you look below him).
“Do it. Come like the mutt you are, humping my boot like a pup in heat.” His words drive you over the edge. You’re sure it’s one of the most intense orgasms of your life, having to grip his thigh against your better judgement although he seems to let it slide this once. As your hips still and your moans quiet sown, you feel your clit continue to twitch as slick leaks down on the leather, making it shine.
When you realise the grip you have on his leg, you immediately let go, letting your arms fall into your lap again. Wesker retracts his boot slightly, a string of arousal connecting your pussy to his boot, making the pool of arousal beneath it obvious. “Such a filthy pup you are… Making a mess. I think you know exactly what to do.”
You lower your face to the ground, dragging your tongue against the wet, dark leather. The earthiness from the leather isn’t unpleasant, the waxy polish however is. Moaning at the heady taste of your own arousal, you continue lapping at his boot until all remnants of you are gone.
Sitting back on your knees you gaze up at him through your lashes. “I told you to clean up your mess, pup.” He nods at the puddle of arousal on the floor. You feel your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment as you lower yourself down to the floor again. Letting your tongue run across the hardwood floor you lap up what you can of your arousal.
His fingers twitch against his side as he watches down on you, cock straining against his slacks. “Enough. Up, Pet.” He pats his thigh near his groin, “Sit.” You get up on shaky legs and straddle his lap, your bare cunt brushes against his bulge drawing a quiet sigh from you.
“Such a good pup for me today” His nose brushes against your jawline, right beneath your ear, “I think you’ve earned my cock, haven’t you?” You nod as you feel him tug his cock free from his slacks. “Good.”
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Leon had not expected to have his lunch with the STARS Alpha Team, but here he was. Sharing the small couch with you and Chris, the others were not so lucky, having to use the rickety chairs around the table.
You had invited him, in part because he hadn’t really gotten into the herd of R.P.D. officers and you took pity on him, but mainly because of how goddamn cute he was. That boyish charm with his sandy blond hair and chubby cheeks, a smile not yet affected by the horrors of the job made your heart burn in more ways than one.
He enjoyed this, not feeling so out of place as he thought when you’d asked him. Chris and Jill were doing the main bantering around the table making the lot of you laugh your asses off. Every time you laughed, all he could think about was just how much he wanted to be the cause of it.
He felt like he’d dug himself a grave by the growing crush he had on you, someone as pretty and funny as you couldn’t be interested in someone like him, right? A fresh, inexperienced rookie cop, compared to your achievements was nothing. The extra pounds he’d gained from all the “welcoming sweets” at the station combined with the increase in alcohol lately certainly didn't do any favours for his confidence either.
The teasing lilt of Chris breaks him out of his thoughts. “Hey, Rookie?” He peeked his head over yours to look at Leon, a mischievous grin on his face. “How come your uniform is as squeaky clean as your first day here? Chief Irons got you on paperwork or what?”
“Chris! Be nice.” You playfully slapped Chris’s chest earning you an expression of mock-hurt.
Leon playfully rolled his eyes as he tried to think of some clever clap-back, one that would hopefully get at least a chuckle out of you. “Maybe I just like to look good on the job, Chris. You should try it sometime.” He nodded to the coffee stain on Chris’s vest earning him a grumble and a pout from Chris.
A giggle erupts from your throat, bubbling into laughter to the point you’re almost snorting. You grab Leon's thigh for support as you lean into him to try and catch your breath. He swears he’s going to pass out then and there, it feels like every ounce of his blood is rushing straight to his cock, especially when you squeeze his thigh just slightly. He prays to whichever higher power there is that you don’t notice the fact that he’s hard as a rock.
He panics and tries to make up some excuse as to why he has to leave halfway through finishing his lunch. “Shit! I just remembered that I promised Chief Irons that I’d get my reports to him before lunch… I gotta run.” Before anyone even has time to answer, Leon’s already out of the room and headed toward the locker rooms.
The rest of you quickly finish eating your respective lunches before returning to your desks to try and get through the rest of the day. You try to summarize the mission report in front of you, but your mind can’t leave Leon's sudden departure, giving up you throw the manilla folder to the opposite side of the desk before standing up to look for the rookie officer.
Searching through all the offices. you find yourself standing in front of the men’s locker room. It’s one of the only places you have yet to search. Turning the knob carefully you step inside only to be met by a quiet sound of something you can’t quite place. You peek your head around the lockers only to find Leon there in a compromising position, to say the least.
His shirt dropped haphazardly on the floor, as he sat on the bench with his undershirt pulled up and tucked between his teeth, a wet spot of drool forming on the thin cotton. It’s a weak attempt to suppress the whines falling from his lips. Navy blue pants peeled down just enough to let his weeping cock out of its confines to stroke it slowly.
You quickly pull your head away, biting your hand to stop any possible sounds from escaping as you feel your arousal forming a wet spot in your underwear. Taking a deep breath, you sneak back out of the room to re-enter, the door thudding behind you.
“Leon? Are you in here?” your voice echoes slightly against the walls of the locker room and you're met by the sound of fabric rustling.
“Yeah.” It’s a strained, almost pained sound. You turn around the corner, properly this time. He’s managed to just about tuck himself away, cock outlined through the wet spot in his briefs, one you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. It wouldn’t be very hard to pick up on what he was just doing, breath still slightly quickened and cheeks flushed pink.
Your eyes can't help but glance downward, cock tenting the fabric of his shirt, it's something he notices, and it brings a blushed red to his cheeks. The tension hangs heavy, and it's obvious that you’re the cause of his arousal and you’d lie if you said it wasn’t tempting to ride him right then and there, but the threat of misconduct hung like a banner above you.
Feeling brave you take a seat on the bench across from him, kicking your shoes across the room. Your fingers go down your chest slowly unbuttoning your white work shirt as his eyes follow along. The sight of his cock kicking beneath his shirt makes your mouth water and just further ruins your underwear.
If you didn’t touch each other, it couldn’t be counted as misconduct, right?
Would it be inappropriate? Absolutely, but the two of you were too deep in this to care.
Unbuttoning your slacks, you peel them off your legs to reveal a very visible wet spot on your gray underwear. Leon sighs a quiet “fuck.” whenever his eyes fall on your wetness.
“Your turn, Leon… Or are you just going to stare at my cunt all day?” Your tone is teasing, but also laced with desperation of your own, wanting to see him.
He quickly pulls the undershirt over his head and kicks off the pants, leaving him in only a pair of slightly too-tight briefs, tummy poking over the waistband. His cock is straining against the white fabric, the precum making the head even more visible.
You slide your hand down your underwear, parting your folds to tease your clit, drawing a quiet moan from you as you feel how wet you’ve become. Slowly circling around it, feeling as it throbs against your fingers. You feel his eyes on you, the way your hand moves, and how your chest rises and falls.
He’s not sure if he’s dreaming or not, it feels like all the air is sucked out of his lungs, even more so than usual when he looks at you. He resists the urge to pinch himself, fearing that he may be dreaming, not wanting there to even be a possibility of this disappearing into thin air.
Tugging his cock free from its confines, the tip an angry red as precum oozes from the slit. Using the precum as lube, his hand draws over his length making the foreskin drag over the tip. He sounded just as you imagined, pretty little whimpers and whines being drawn from his mouth from barely any stimulation.
As your hand starts cramping from the weird angle, you grow frustrated and pull your underwear off, spreading your legs further to let your fingers tease at your entrance. You slip two fingers inside with little resistance and you bend them to try and hit the spongey spot inside.
He looks downright sinful and it drives you closer to the edge faster than you’d like to admit. When your eyes met his you felt yourself clench around your fingers as you came, head thrown back as you let out a moan that's a little louder than you should’ve, considering the circumstances.
Leon comes right after you, your orgasm pulling him over the edge as ropes of white come fall over the soft fat of his stomach. The room is left in a sort of in-between state of silence, partially awkward but also not.
In some way you both manage to start talking at the same time, your words jumbling together. “You first.” You offer, curious about what he might have to say.
His cheeks blush a soft pink, “I didn’t think someone like you could be interested in me, especially with how you act with Chris…” He looks away for a moment, “What were you going to say?”
“I was gonna say that if you’re up for doing this again… I’d be up for it too, but preferably in a more private spot.” You let out a chuckle, “Also, Chris and I grew up together, He’s like a brother to me.
“I want to! I uh- I mean I’d like to.” The realisation of how overly excited he sounded left his cheeks burning even hotter than before. It was cute, almost puppy-like.
“Well, I get off at six tonight, same time as you junior officers. Do you wanna com-”
“Yes!” Leon interrupts you without even meaning to, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. It causes you to chuckle softly, a sound he cannot seem to get enough of.
“Meet me in the main hall after you clock out. 6.15?”
“Yes sir.” He nods giving you a joking salute to which you roll your eyes.