teasing wesker

"walks around the lab checking up on the progress on his plans to infect the world with urobors before stopping behind you his 6ft 3 figure towering over you" I understand you're new but I will not tolerate falling behind. I expect a full report on the research progress to be on my desk by the end of the day "adjusts his sun glasses before continuing his rounds at umbrella before making his way back to his office"

"smirks" "Good. I'll be expecting nothing less from you, Laura. After all, the Uroboros Project is of utmost priority and I won't have any slackers under my watch." "leans in closer to you" "And if you fail to deliver, there will be consequences." "straightens up and walks away towards his office"

"pauses for a moment and turns around to face you, an amused look on his face" "I hope you do understand, Laura. Because if I catch you slacking off or disobeying my orders, there will be consequences. And trust me, you won't like them." "with that warning, he turns back around and heads towards his office"

"looks up from his desk and nods at you" "Leave it on the desk, Laura." "pauses for a moment then continues" "You know, I've been keeping an eye on your progress and I must say, I'm impressed. You have potential." "leans back in his chair and looks at you carefully" "But potential means nothing if you can't meet my expectations." "stands up and moves to grab the report" "I'll take this now. You're dismissed for the rest of the day."

As you work on your mead, you suddenly hear a knock at the door. When you open it, you're surprised to see Wesker standing there with a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Hello Laura," he greets you with a smirk. "I hope I'm not intruding. I just wanted to check in on you and bring you a little gift."

He hands you the bottle of whiskey, his piercing orange eyes locked on yours as he waits for your response.

Wesker steps inside and takes a look around your home, his eyes scanning every inch of the room as he walks around.

"You have a lovely home, Laura," he comments. "I'm surprised you have the time for hobbies outside of work."

He walks over to where you're working and watches as you cut up the peaches. "What is it that you're making?" he asks curiously, eyeing the container you're filling with the sliced peaches.

"I see," he says, walking closer to you as he watches you prepare the vanilla beans. "And how does one make mead exactly?"

He leans in close to you, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Perhaps you could teach me sometime." His eyes meet yours and a sly grin crosses his face.

"I'm sure it'll turn out delicious," Wesker says with a nod. "And perhaps I could offer some assistance." He watches you mix the water and yeast, his eyes sparkling with interest.

"You know, Laura, I find you quite fascinating," he continues, stepping even closer to you. "You're different from the other lab assistants and researchers in the facility. You have a certain… fire about you."

He reaches out to touch your cheek, his fingers tracing your jawline. "I wonder what it would be like to unleash that fire."

Wesker chuckles at your response. "Ah, well then, perhaps I'm the only one who can handle it," he says with a smirk. "You don't intimidate me, Laura. In fact, I find your assertiveness quite alluring."

He steps away from you and pours himself a glass of the whiskey he brought. "Now, back to the mead - may I try some? I'd love to see if this experimental flavor lives up to your reputation."

Wesker takes the glass of spiced peach mead from you and takes a sip, his eyes closing as he savors the flavor. "Impressive," he says with a nod. "You truly have a talent for this, Laura. Perhaps I should bring you some flowers to add to your next batch."

He sets the glass down and takes another step closer to you. "And what about experimenting with other things?" he asks, his eyes flickering with desire. "Have you ever thought about experimenting with me?"

Wesker chuckles at your reply. "Touché, Laura," he says, placing a hand on your waist. "But I wasn't referring to that kind of experimentation. Though I must say, your wit is another one of your alluring qualities."

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your cheek. "I want to know what it would be like to explore your body, to taste every inch of you," he whispers. "Would you let me, Laura?"

Wesker smirks at your response. "Good. I knew I could count on you," he says, and leans in to kiss your neck, his hand moving to grasp the small of your back.

"Just so you know, Laura," he murmurs against your skin, "I am not a man who is easily satisfied. I expect nothing but perfection from you."

Wesker returns your kiss with fervor, his hands roaming over your body as he deepens the kiss. He breaks away for a moment to lock eyes with you, his orange catlike eyes glowing red with passion.

"I want you, Laura," he says breathlessly, before capturing your lips once more.

Wesker follows you down the hallway, his eyes fixed firmly on your body. He pushes the door of your bedroom open and closes it behind him with a soft click.

He walks towards you, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he circles around you slowly. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Laura," he whispers huskily. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're completely satisfied."

He approaches you again, pushing his body against yours as his mouth finds yours once more in a searing kiss.

Wesker moans softly as your nails tease him, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt and push it off your shoulders. He leans down to kiss your neck, his hands roaming over your bare skin.

"Good," he murmurs against your skin. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

He pushes you backwards towards the bed before climbing on top of you, pinning you down with his weight. His lips find yours again in another passionate kiss, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours.

Wesker groans into your mouth as you rub against him, his desire intensifying with each passing moment. He breaks the kiss to trail hot kisses down your neck and collarbone, his hands working to unbutton your pants.

"You're a tease, Laura," he growls softly as he slips your pants off, revealing your lacy underwear. He grinds his hips into yours, making it abundantly clear just how much he wants you. "But I know how to handle a tease."

Wesker grunts in surprise as you flip him over, but he quickly recovers and grins up at you, relishing your assertiveness.

"You're full of surprises, Laura," he murmurs approvingly as you continue to tease him with your clothed body. He tilts his neck to give you better access, a low groan escaping his lips as you nip at his skin.

His hands roam restlessly over your back and shoulders, caressing your curves through your clothes. "Don't stop," he whispers huskily.

Wesker arches his back as your mouth and hands work their way down his body, a deep groan escaping his lips. His eyes glide shut as he revels in the sensation of your touch.

He digs his fingers into your hair, urging you to continue your ministrations. "Good girl," he murmurs breathlessly. "Keep going."

His hips begin to move restlessly against yours, seeking greater contact with your body.

Wesker shudders with pleasure as your nails leave red trails down his chest and abs. His breathing becomes more labored as your mouth teases at the waistband of his pants.

He bites his lip, suppressing a moan as he watches you steadily, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You're playing with fire, Laura," he warns softly, though the warning sounds more like an invitation to continue.

He moves his hips again, silently urging you on.

Wesker's breathing becomes heavier as you continue to tease him, his hips moving restlessly beneath you. He groans softly as you use your mouth and teeth to create sensations of pleasure and pain along his body.

He reaches down with one hand to grip your hair, urging you upwards so he can kiss you hungrily once more. "Are you enjoying teasing me, Laura?" he asks, his orange eyes gleaming with arousal. "Because I can assure you that I will enjoy repaying you in kind."

Wesker moans softly as you undo the buckle of his belt and work your way down to his pants. He lifts his hips up off the bed slightly, making it easier for you to pull his pants down.

"Good," he murmurs approvingly as he kicks off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. "I like a woman who knows what she wants." His orange eyes gleam with anticipation as he watches you steadily.

Wesker gasps with surprise as you use your teeth to pull his boxers off of him. He watches you with rapt attention, his eyes locked on yours as you tease him.

His member stands at attention, hard and throbbing with need. "You're full of surprises, Laura," he murmurs huskily. "But I know how to handle a woman like you."

Wesker grins slyly down at you as he pins your wrists to the bed, his lean, muscled body pressed intimately against yours. "I told you I know how to handle a woman like you," he murmurs huskily.

He leans down to capture your lips in another fiery kiss, his hands roaming restlessly over your body. His hot breath brushes your cheek as he pulls back for a moment to gaze down at you with smoldering desire.

"I'm going to make you regret teasing me, Laura," he growls softly, his orange eyes gleaming with intense passion.

Wesker groans at the sensation of your hips brushing against his bare erection, his arousal spiking even higher. He presses his body down against yours, using his own hips to grind against you, showing you just how turned on he really is.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Laura," he warns you again, but there's no real threat in his voice, only a promise of further pleasure to come.

He leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue, then moves to the other one. His hands roam over the curves of your body, tracing every inch and making you shiver with anticipation.

Wesker smirks against your skin as he hears you moan out his name in pleasure. He continues to tease and suck at your nipples, making you arch your back with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you," he murmurs huskily, his hands trailing down your stomach to the edge of your panties. "But I'm not finished with you yet."

With a swift motion, he pulls your panties off, tossing them aside carelessly. He leans down to place a kiss on the inside of your thigh, then moves up slowly, kissing and licking his way up to your core.

As Wesker reaches your core, he takes his time to tease you further. He spreads your legs wider and strokes the inside of your thighs with one hand while the other plays with your breasts.

"You're so wet already," he comments in a low, growly voice as he takes a whiff of the air between your legs and circles his fingers around your entrance. "Do you want me inside of you, Laura?" he asks with a devilish smirk on his face.

He knows exactly what you want in that moment, but he's enjoying playing with you, taking the time to savor the moment.

Wesker grins wickedly as he watches you squirm and writhe beneath him, your desire for him obvious.

"Good," he growls softly, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to beg for it first."

He continues to tease and stroke you, playing with you until you're practically writhing with need. Finally, with a smirk, he slides two fingers inside of you, pumping them slowly in and out as his thumb circles your clit.

"Tell me how badly you want it, Laura," he demands as he scrapes his teeth over your inner thigh.

Wesker grins smugly at your words, thoroughly enjoying the effect he's having on you.

"Good girl," he murmurs as he withdraws his fingers from inside of you and aligns himself with your entrance.

He drives into you in one smooth push, filling you up completely with his length. You let out a loud moan at the sudden intrusion, your body arching up to meet his.

He sets up a steady rhythm, pounding into you with increasing intensity. His hands are roaming all over your body, grasping at your hips, your breasts, your hair. He's completely in control, taking what he wants from you and giving you pleasure in return.

Wesker grunts at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin and your teeth nipping at his neck. He knows how much you're enjoying this, and it only spurs him on.

His own hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you closer to meet each one of his thrusts. It's clear that he's getting closer too, his breathing becoming more ragged as he picks up the pace.

"You feel so good, Laura," he growls against your ear, pressing his forehead to yours as he continues to pound into you. "So tight and wet for me..."

It's not long before he's reaching his peak, his body tensing up as he releases inside of you with a loud groan of pleasure.

As you climax hard around him, Wesker grunts in pleasure, his body pulsing with release inside of you. He continues to thrust into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, both of you panting with exertion.

He places soft kisses along your neck and collarbone as the heat between you begins to dissipate, making sure to keep his weight off of you so as not to crush you under his muscular frame.

"Good girl," he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're mine now, Laura. Remember that."

Wesker smirks against your skin, thoroughly pleased with the effects he's had on you.

"That's good to hear," he murmurs huskily, trailing his fingertips lazily over your skin. "I knew you were the type who could handle everything I have to offer."

He leans in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, showing you how much he desires you even now. It's clear that this is only the beginning of an intense and passionate affair between the two of you.