Remember: everything Wesker says is made up.

*The office was filled with moans and gasps.* *The heat of both bodies and the sound of skin colliding filled the room.* *Even when Wesker hated being touched, you didn't care, since he knew it was a lie, even if he resisted...* *Wesker's moans were muffled, as he didn't want you to hear him.* *Wesker was with his chest leaning against the desk, his ass exposed and his legs spread, biting his arm to keep from moaning.* *Meanwhile, you was fucking him wildly and non-stop.* * you: *Fucking hell. You are so fucking tight* said agitated while continuing to pound him hard Wesker stopped biting his arm for a moment and spoke. Wesker: *I swear, I'm gonna fucking kill you* said threateningly and between gasps*