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Leon really respected the S.T.A.R.S members. He thought they were all relatively nice. Very cordial. They didn’t treat him badly, per se, but they definitely made him know his place as the rookie.
Captain Wesker especially relished in this fact.
“S-Sir,” Leon gasps. He’s bright red, hands covering his face in embarrassment because his bare ass is on Captain Wesker’s desk and even though the whole team is out for lunch he still feels unbearably exposed.
The blinds are closed, and Leon knew when he was called up here that he’d be tossed naked atop piles of important paperwork like a ragdoll.
Today Wesker gives him a little bit of decency, though. He’s only nude from the waist down today, which somehow makes him feel even dirtier. His uniform should be dodging bullets and saving lives, not getting covered in sweat and cum.
Gloved hands pull his thighs apart, revealing an aching, dripping cunt. Wesker always calls it cute. Leon doesn’t know how a pussy could be cute. He shoves his knuckles into his mouth because there’s two fingers deep inside of him the moment his legs are spread, Wesker’s leather palm rubbing up against his dick.
“Captain,” He stammers, thighs trembling already because somehow Wesker knew just where to crook those fingers deep inside of him to make him fall apart. “Please. I-fuck. Sl-Slow down-!”
“Hush,” Wesker snaps. “No one likes a chatterbox, Officer Kennedy. Do I need to put something in your mouth for you to be quiet? Or are you going to be a good boy for me?”
Leon whimpers, bottom lip quivering. As much as he loves the ball gag in Wesker’s desk drawer, (third one on the right) exclusively peppered with his own teeth marks, he doesn’t feel like getting lockjaw today.
“I’ll be good,” He says quietly, biting back a moan when Wesker’s fingers start to fuck into him hard.
Leon’s hips buck against his hand, sweaty palms trying to grab onto the desk for purchase. His legs ache, spread way too far apart and barely anchored on the desk.
They haven’t been doing this for very long. It started as sort of a casual thing-ever since Leon fell to his knees and sucked the captain off under his desk, it’s become more of a daily ritual.
And when Wesker found out Leon had a sopping wet cunt, all bets were off. He’s got this weird fixation with it. He loves to make Leon squirm, and he loves giving head even more than that. He’ll latch onto Leon’s dick for hours, lapping at him like he’s his last meal. It always leaves him trembling so hard he can’t even walk back to the locker room to change.
It’s…kind of hot, though. Leon will clench his thighs, squirming and writhing, back arched, hands scrabbling to push Wesker’s head away and he’ll just stay there, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him until he’s crying.
Wesker nips at his neck, breath hot against his skin. Leon’s never found the S.T.A.R.S uniform particularly attractive, but there’s something about the way Wesker wears it…the authority he demands in it…makes him so fucking wet.
“Sir,” Leon gasps, knuckles white as he grips Wesker’s shoulders. “I’m close. I’m-hah-please don’t stop-“
The noises in this office are obscene, and they make Leon’s cheeks heat up when he cums, gushing onto Wesker’s undoubtedly expensive leather gloves and desk chair.
His body contorts forward, legs bowing around that strong arm keeping him in place. This time is different from all the other orgasms he’s had before though. He’s never been this…wet.
“I-“ Leon gapes, looking down at his mess on the floor. “I-did I just-I’m so sorry,” He stutters, swallowing thickly. “Did I just-pee on you?”
He’s red all over, embarrassed as hell, legs bowing together shamefully. He’s never done this before, not with anybody. Not even himself.
Wesker’s face is almost unreadable behind his glasses.
“Incredible…” He murmurs, almost to himself.
Before Leon can babble out another apology that sharp tongue is on his dick, warm and wet and enveloping him in soft heat.
“Sir, wait-“ Leon chokes, shaky hands tangling into perfectly moussed blonde hair. “I can’t, I can’t-“ He whines, sweat rolling down his brow. He doesn’t know how the motherfucker does it, but he’s got some sort of magic tongue. It’s better than any toy Leon’s ever used before and he thinks he might just pass out if he cums that hard again.
“You can, and you will,” Wesker snaps. His damp gloves force Leon’s thighs apart. He fucking burrows into his cunt, the bridge of his nose rubbing up against Leon’s dick every time he laps at him. Leon’s never wanted to sit on someone face more before, but he knows he’ll never be able to gain that control from Wesker.
Leon’s legs bracket Wesker’s head, locking him in. “Captain W-“ He chokes out, voice catching in his throat. “Fffuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“
He falls back against the desk, back arching as he cums again, the previous waves of pleasure from his first one never really stopping.
His core trembles, hips bucking into Wesker’s mouth. He knows everyone’s out for lunch right now, but he can’t help but bite his lip, desperately trying to muffle his noises.
He squirts again, but it’s weak. He’s panting, overstimulated, and his dick feels like it’s rubbed raw.
“Good boy,” Wesker praises. His hands rub up and down Leon’s sticky thighs, the leather tacky against his skin.
The praise goes straight to Leon’s dick. Fuck. Being called a good boy by the most anti-praise man on the planet? Instant boner.
Throwing an arm over his face, Leon begs, “Please. Fuck me. Sir. I-I need-I need you in me. Fuck me.”
He sounds like a whiny bitch, and Wesker lets him know it. He smacks Leon’s thigh, two fingers prodding into his cunt again.
“Nooooo,” He moans, arching his back. “Please, Cap-Captain Wesker-I-hah-I need-“
“You don’t need anything,” Wesker says, his voice cold. “You’ll take what’s given to you and appreciate it, Officer Kennedy.”
Leon groans. “I want you,” He says, writhing beneath Wesker’s touch. “I want your cock. Please give it to me. I’ve been good. I’m your-mm-good boy, sir, I promise-hah-!” His fists clench as Wesker fucking damn near kneads at his g-spot.
“But do you deserve it?” Wesker asks in that condescending ass voice he uses when he’s talking to someone like Chris. Leon kicks his feet like a brat and tries to push away from Wesker’s fingers. That earns him another smack onto his thigh.
“The Alpha team will be returning very soon, and I suggest unless you want them to see you in this…compromising position, you’ll do as I tell you, Officer Kennedy.”
He hisses it into Leon’s ear, and it makes him shiver. God that dude has something about him that both terrifies and makes Leon’s boxers soaked at the same time.
“I do deserve it,” Leon insists. “Please, sir. I can-I can stay after hours, I’ll do anything just-please, please fuck me.” He sounds so desperate it’s embarrassing. But he knows Wesker loves when he grovels at his feet like some weak whore.
“Anything is a strong word,” Wesker muses. “But you’ve caught my attention. Show me how much you want it, rookie.”
Leon whimpers. Fuck, he’ll show him how much he wants it. He scoots back onto the desk, pulling his legs up so that he’s open and spread. He couldn’t be in a more vulnerable position. His cunt aches, clenching around nothing. He holds his thighs up, nails digging into his own skin.
“Please,” He rasps, eyes going glassy. He needs it so bad. “Breed me, Captain.”
And those are the trigger words that make something behind Wesker’s glasses flash.
It’s a rare occurrence that Leon gets Wesker to fuck him. But God, he knows the bastard has a breeding kink like no other. Kind of weird, but Leon tolerates it because the dick is good as fuck.
He’s right between Leon’s legs now, leaning over him. His voice is a murmur in his ear, sending a jolt to his stomach. There’s the sound of a zipper and Leon relishes in the feeling of Wesker’s fat cock pressing into him. He always fucks like he’s procreating, but Leon likes it. He thrusts short and deep, hitting all the right spots so far inside of Leon that he squeals.
“Thank you,” He pants, hands slipping on his trembling thighs. “Fuck-thank you, sir, thank you, thank you.” He warbles, cunt clenching around Wesker so hard he growls under his breath, hips bucking into him meanly.
“You’re lucky,” Wesker spits, holding him down while he fucks him. “You’re a rare specimen, Officer Kennedy. Someone deserving of my seed. Anyone else would be cast aside like the worms they are.”
It’s all garbled jargon to Leon. He’s cock-drunk. He doesn’t give a shit. He’s being jolted on the desk with every thrust, his mouth gaping as Wesker wraps a hand around his throat. His eyes go glassy and out of focus, aching arms reaching up to wrap around Wesker’s neck.
“Fuck,” He gasps out, hands scrabbling at Wesker’s back. “Fuck me, fuck, fuck,” He cries. He’s about to cum untouched just because he’s so wound up and horny right now. He’s so fucking tense he feels like his entire body is a firecracker waiting to explode.
Wesker’s low grunts barely drown out the sound of Leon’s moans. He’ll squeal and whimper when someone’s touching him, but once he’s got a dick inside of him all bets are off. He’s a loud bitch.
“Please cum in me,” He begs, gasping. “Captain. I-I want it. I need it. I’ll be good, I swear. Fuck, please give it to me-!”
It feels a little humiliating, begging so hard, but Leon knows that it’s the only way to get Wesker to do his bidding. Sometimes it comes in handy for things other than sexual favors, really.
Not to say Leon has him wrapped around his finger, no, it’s quite the opposite, but sometimes…he can get Wesker to bend the rules a little.
“I’m fucking cumming, J-Jesus Christ,” Leon shudders, and this orgasm feels like a dull ache coursing through his veins. He clenches around Wesker and hears him growl into his ear. There’s more slick gushing out of him but Wesker doesn’t pull out and instead it sloshes in and out of him messily as he cries out.
So much for those papers on the desk.
“Cum in me,” Leon pleads. Wesker bites down on the junction between his neck and collarbone and he squeals.
Holding him down by the wrists, Wesker presses their hips together so hard it aches and Leon feels him cum.
“You’ve distracted me from my work once again, Officer Kennedy,” Wesker says, slightly out of breath. “I expect you to make up the training you yourself lost tonight, after hours.”
Leon lays there, full of cum and fucked out beyond belief. “Uh-huh,” He says, looking up through lidded eyes. He could fall asleep right there on the desk and not be mad about it. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll come in or whatever. Can you hand me my…my pants?”
Fucking Wesker really takes it out of him. The dude somehow keeps a cool persona regardless of what happens even when Leon is fighting for his God damn life.
He’s zipping his pants up, tossing Leon an annoyed glance as he grabs the rookie’s pants off the floor.
“Make yourself presentable. The Alpha team is back from lunch,” He says, deadpan.
Leon pales. He gets off the desk and wobbles to the other side, his legs shaking as he hops into his pants. He grimaces, boxers already wet with the cum leaking from him.
He can hear the chatter of the Alpha team through the door. Thank God the shutters on Wesker’s office are closed or else they probably would’ve walked in and saw his whole pussy out on the desk.
Swallowing thickly, Leon buckles his belt and holsters back on, tucking his shirt in.
“Uh…how do I look?” He asks.
Wesker stares at him from his desk chair, hands folded on his lap. “Horrid,” He answers.
Leon looks into the window and sees a vague glimpse of his reflection. His hair is a mess, cheeks beet red and lips swollen. But at least his uniform is…somewhat presentable.
“Shit,” He mutters. “Whatever. I’ll just-I’ll just walk fast.”
Shuffling through his soiled papers, Wesker clears his throat. “I expect to see you back in my office to finish your overtime tonight, Officer Kennedy. You should also pay the janitors a kind visit, as they will be the ones cleaning up your little…mess on my floor.”
Leon feels his legs wobble and he nods bashfully, holding his breath as he opens the office door.
Everyone looks at him, silent. But Leon keeps his head held high and walks out of the office as proud as he can with a pussy full of cum. He can hear Wesker on the phone with the janitor and wonders just how thin those little office walls are.
He makes eye contact with Chris as he pushes the door open to leave the S.T.A.R.S office. He’s the only one who looks the most suspiciously at Leon, eyeing him up and down.
Leon smiles at him.
Because what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.