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Temptation Sweet as Honey

warnings: smut, age gap r is in her early twenties while ada's in her mid thirties, power imbalance, getting caught as kink?, professor and student relationship

note: we need more fics abt my wife, pls I'm begging

It was a quiet evening on campus, the kind where the shadows stretched long and the cold air pressed against the windows, making the atmosphere inside feel much more intimate. You found yourself walking the familiar path to Professor Ada Wong’s office, heart racing in your chest. It wasn’t the assignment you were carrying that made your palms sweat—it was the possibility of what might happen next.

Professor Wong was unlike anyone you had ever met. Sharp, calculating, and dangerously seductive, she commanded every room she walked into with a sense of control that sent shivers down your spine. In her late thirties, she exuded an elegance and experience that only made the tension between you more potent. There was no denying the attraction that had built over the months—her lingering gazes in class, the way her hand would brush against yours during discussions, the subtle smirk on her lips when she caught you staring at her a little too long.

You knew it was wrong. She was your professor, and the age gap between you only added to the layers of taboo. But that made it all the more exhilarating.

The hallways were deserted, and when you reached her door, you paused, heart pounding. You knocked softly, the sound barely audible in the silence of the corridor. A moment later, the door creaked open, and there she was, standing in the soft glow of her office light. Her blouse clung perfectly to her frame, the top buttons undone just enough to draw your eyes down to the smooth skin of her chest. Her lips curled into a familiar, knowing smirk as she stepped aside, allowing you to enter.

"Come in," she said, her voice calm but laced with something deeper—something that sent a shiver down your spine.

You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you both away from the outside world. The air in her office was thick with the faint scent of leather and her intoxicating perfume, a mix of jasmine and something darker, more mysterious. You placed your papers on her desk, but even as you fumbled through your explanations, your mind wasn’t on the assignment. All you could think about was the proximity of her body, the soft click of her heels as she moved closer, and the heat that radiated from her skin.

"You seem distracted," she noted, her voice smooth like velvet. She circled around her desk, leaning against it as her eyes locked onto yours. "Is something on your mind?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The tension between you two had been simmering for weeks, and now it felt like it was about to reach a boiling point. Her gaze bore into you, predatory and commanding, and you knew there was no hiding the truth.

"You’ve been thinking about me," she said softly, but it wasn’t a question—it was a statement, one you couldn’t deny. She pushed off from the desk, closing the distance between you in a few slow, deliberate steps until she was standing inches away. The heat of her body was overwhelming, and the scent of her perfume clouded your thoughts, making it impossible to focus on anything other than her.

Your heart pounded in your chest as her hand came up to your face, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. "Tell me," she whispered, her lips dangerously close to yours. "Do you want this?"

Your breath hitched. You’d thought about this moment so many times, in so many ways, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. The air between you was thick with tension, and every fiber of your being screamed for you to close the distance between your lips. "Yes," you breathed, barely able to get the word out.

That was all she needed. Her hand slid behind your neck, pulling you into a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, hungry, filled with the months of tension that had built between you. Your hands gripped the fabric of her blouse as she pressed her body against yours, the taste of her lips driving you wild. You could feel her dominance in every movement, the way her fingers tangled in your hair, controlling the angle of the kiss, making it clear that she was in charge.

The papers and books on her desk scattered to the floor with a loud clatter as she pushed you back onto it. The cold surface of the desk sent a shock through your body, contrasting sharply with the heat of her mouth on your skin. Her lips left yours only to trail down your neck, biting and kissing as she went, leaving a path of fire in her wake. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips as her teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your collarbone.

"You’ll have to stay quiet," she murmured against your skin, her voice thick with desire. Her hand slid under your shirt, fingertips tracing along your ribs, sending shivers through your body. "We wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we?"

You shook your head, but your body was betraying you. The thought of being caught, of someone hearing you, only made the heat between your legs more unbearable. The thrill of the forbidden made every touch, every kiss, more electrifying.

Ada’s hand moved down, her fingers deftly undoing the button of your jeans, and you let out a shaky breath as she slid them down, her hand slipping inside. The heat of her touch was overwhelming, her fingers pressing against you through the thin fabric of your underwear, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you ache for more. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as her fingers worked you, slow and deliberate, pushing you to the edge but never quite giving you what you needed.

"You’re already so wet," she whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "All of this just for me?"

You couldn’t answer, your breath coming in ragged gasps as she slid your underwear aside, her fingers slipping inside you with a precision that made your toes curl. The sensation was almost too much, the feeling of her inside you driving you wild with need. You grabbed onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as you tried to ground yourself in the overwhelming pleasure.

Ada kissed you again, her lips hungry and demanding as her fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Your body arched off the desk, and you bit down hard on your lip, trying desperately to keep quiet, but it was impossible. The sounds of your wetness filled the room, mingling with the soft creak of the desk and the ragged breaths escaping from both of you.

Her pace quickened, her fingers moving faster, more insistent, and you felt the coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach, building with every stroke. "Ada," you gasped, barely able to speak, but she didn’t let up. If anything, the sound of her name on your lips only made her move harder, deeper, until you were teetering on the edge of your climax, every nerve in your body screaming for release.

With one final thrust, you came undone, your entire body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. You couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from your throat, and Ada’s name spilled from your lips as you clenched around her fingers, riding the waves of pleasure. She didn’t stop, not until she had wrung every last bit of ecstasy from you, her fingers still moving inside you as your body trembled beneath her.

She pulled her fingers from you slowly, her breath hot against your skin as she pressed a final kiss to your lips, soft and possessive. You lay back on the desk, panting, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all.

Ada straightened, her gaze dark and satisfied as she looked down at you. Her fingers, slick with your arousal, brushed across your lips before she brought them to her own mouth, sucking them clean with a look that sent another wave of heat through your body. "You taste just as sweet as I imagined," she said, her voice low and sultry.

You couldn’t respond, still trying to catch your breath as the reality of what just happened settled in. You had crossed a line—a dangerous, exhilarating line—but there was no going back now. The forbidden thrill of it all, the risk of being caught…

it had only made it more intoxicating, more intense.

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Alibi [Ada W. x Reader]

content warning: eighteen+ female reader, obsessive, possessive, smut, hinting of murder

disclaimer: not proofread, ada wong is a need, this is the first thing I wrote and I'm just coming back to writing, and this is inspired by alibi by sevdeliza. Anygays, enjoy this filth<3

Ada’s smile was a facade, sweet and menacing, as if daring you to see beneath its surface. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, never left you as she watched from the dim corner of the room, her body poised like a coiled snake ready to strike. You could feel her gaze, burning through the crowd, watching as you flirted and toyed with the man who had trailed you all night like an obedient pet. His attention was easy to manipulate.

But Ada… she was something else.

There was no softness in the way she looked at you now—only hunger, thinly concealed beneath a veneer of control.

You moved through the crowd, letting the music pulse through your veins, swaying your hips with a calculated indifference, knowing full well she was watching. The man’s hands found your waist again, his breath hot against your ear, but his presence felt hollow. You danced not for him, but for her. The way you knew it would make her blood stir.

Fortunately after a few antagonizing minutes with the man, for some unknown reason he left you to mingle with his friends.

Ada drained her glass of champagne, her lips curving into a cold smile. She set it down with deliberate slowness, her eyes never wavering from you as she finally made her move, slipping through the crowd like a shadow. The air around you shifted when she approached, the weight of her presence undeniable.

Before you could turn, her hands found your hips, pulling you against her. There was no hesitation, no pretense. Her body was warm, her touch commanding as she moved in time with you, her chest pressed firmly to your back. The man faltered, stepping away as Ada’s grip tightened on you, her fingers digging into your skin with a possessive strength that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Her voice was dark and low, a whispered threat against the shell of your ear. There was a dangerous edge to her tone, as if she already knew the answer and was simply playing with you—like a cat teasing its prey.

You leaned back into her, surrendering to the way she controlled your movements, letting her guide you. “A bit,” you replied, your voice soft, knowing it would only stoke the fire simmering beneath her composure.

She hummed in response, but there was no warmth in the sound—only a chilling amusement. Her lips brushed against your neck, barely a kiss, more of a reminder of her dominance. “You seemed to be having fun earlier,” she continued, her voice deceptively sweet, though you could feel the venom laced in every word. “Is he keeping you entertained?”

You followed her gaze, seeing the man watching from a distance, uncertainty written across his face. You smirked, relishing the tension. “And if he was? What would you do about it?” you taunted, turning your head just enough to catch a glimpse of her expression, your own lips curling in defiance.

Her eyes were cold, unreadable, but her grip on you tightened like a noose. She slowly turned you to face her, her fingers tracing your jaw with a tenderness that felt at odds with the darkness in her gaze. “I don’t like sharing,” she whispered, her voice soft but dangerous, like the calm before a storm.

Her fingers ghosted over your lips, her touch light but commanding. You felt trapped in her gaze, ensnared by the sheer intensity of it. Ada didn’t need to raise her voice or make demands; the power she held was in her silence, in the unspoken promise that you belonged to her.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against your ear. “What I do best,” she murmured, and for a moment, you weren’t sure whether she was promising you pleasure or pain. Maybe both.

Before you could respond, she kissed you, slow and deliberate, her lips claiming yours with an intoxicating blend of control and desire. It wasn’t a kiss meant to soothe—it was a reminder of the power she held over you, a power she would never let you forget.

When she pulled away, the look in her eyes was darker, more dangerous than before. Her thumb caressed your lower lip, and she smiled—a small, almost mocking smile. “You think you can play with me?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but the threat in it was clear.

You swallowed, your heart racing as you stared back at her, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. “Maybe I can,” you challenged, though your voice wavered slightly, betraying your own uncertainty.

Ada’s smile widened, but it never reached her eyes. She stepped back, just far enough to let you feel the absence of her touch. “Be careful, darling,” she warned, her voice like silk, “I don’t leave loose ends.”

The room around you seemed to fade, the music and lights blurring into a distant hum. All that existed in that moment was Ada and the thin line you were walking between defiance and submission. You knew she was dangerous, but something about that danger pulled you in, made you want to see how far you could push her.

But deep down, you knew—you were already caught in her web. And Ada Wong always finished what she started.

Her eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer before she turned, disappearing into the shadows of the club. And as you stood there, your heart still racing, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had just danced with the devil—and you weren’t sure if you’d come out of it unscathed as you followed her home.

You hesitated for just a second, standing outside the door that she had left slightly ajar, a silent invitation. The pulse of the music from the club felt distant now, replaced by the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears. You knew exactly what was waiting for you inside your apartment room, and yet the anticipation gripped you like a vice, drawing you forward. Your hand pushed the door open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond.

Ada’s presence was overwhelming, a force that pulled you in with quiet dominance. The moment you stepped into the room, you felt it—the unspoken reminder that this had always been hers. You had wandered, played your games, flirted with the idea of freedom, but deep down, you knew where you belonged. And so did she.

The door clicked shut behind you, locking out the world, leaving just the two of you in the dimly lit room. The shadows wrapped around her like a veil, but her eyes, sharp and calculating, pierced right through you. She hadn’t said a word, and yet everything about her told you exactly what was going to happen. This wasn’t new territory; this was a return, a reclamation of something she never truly let go.

Her footsteps were slow, measured, each one deliberate as she closed the distance between you. Ada’s hand grazed your arm, trailing upward, her fingers cool and firm against your skin, the touch deceptively soft but laced with authority. The tension between you two was palpable, as if every second of silence only intensified the pull she had on you.

“Did you really think you could forget?” she whispered, her voice low, sultry, as she stepped even closer, her lips just inches from your ear. “That you could walk away?”

Her breath sent a shiver down your spine, your body instinctively leaning into her touch, like it had so many times before. Ada knew you too well, understood the buttons to push, the way your pulse quickened just at the sound of her voice.

“I let you play your little games,” she murmured, her lips brushing lightly against your ear, her tone calm but dripping with certainty. “But you knew you’d end up right back here.”

She slid her hand to your throat, her grip firm but not forceful, just enough to remind you of her control. Your heart raced beneath her fingers, and you couldn’t tell whether it was fear, desire, or both. Maybe it didn’t matter. What mattered was that you were hers—had always been hers—and this was just her way of reminding you.

Ada’s eyes met yours, and the smirk that curled at the corner of her lips was both a warning and a promise. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t miss this,” she said, her voice barely a whisper, her thumb brushing along your jawline. “Like you didn’t crave it.”

Her words cut through you, not because they were untrue, but because they were so painfully accurate. You had tried to forget, to break free from the hold she had on you. But standing here now, with her so close, her touch igniting something deep within you, it was impossible to deny. This was inevitable. She was inevitable.

Her hand moved to your waist, pulling you against her with a smooth, confident motion that left no room for hesitation. Her lips were at your neck now, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along your skin, each one sending a jolt through you. Ada’s grip on you was possessive, a silent declaration that no matter where you’d been, who you’d been with, you were hers. Always.

Her hands claim their place on your hips, she hunched your skimpy dress up your waist, rubbing your clit against your lacy panties, smiling at how wet you are.

“You should’ve known better,” she whispered against your skin, her breath hot as her lips grazed the side of your neck. “I don’t let go. And I don’t share.”

The way she spoke was calm, almost soft, but the meaning beneath her words was anything but. Ada didn’t need to shout or demand—her dominance was woven into every touch, every word. She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her gaze unwavering, steady.

She pushed your panties to the side and gave your clit a hard pressed rub that made your eyes close, mouth hung open as small whimpers left your tainted lips, she gathered your wetness around her fingers, making sure they are coated with your sweet tangy juices that she knew the taste so well.

“You belong to me,” she said, her tone so matter-of-fact that it wasn’t a question, wasn’t even a statement. It was simply the truth. And in that moment, you couldn’t find the will to argue.

Not when her fingers slide smoothly inside you, not when she's knuckles deep and her thrust unwavering with practice skills, not when all you could do is give her the sweet noises that she needs.

Your lips parted, but no words came out. You didn’t need to speak; she already knew. Ada’s fingers found your chin, tilting your head slightly as she claimed your lips in a kiss that was slow but intense, unlike her unrelenting fingers thrusting inside you, her kisses is filled with the weight of everything unspoken between you. It wasn’t a kiss of passion—it was a reminder. A reminder that no one else could have this, could have you the way she did.

When she pulled back, her lips still barely grazing yours, her breath mingling with yours, she smiled—a smile that was both intoxicating and terrifying. Her eyes salivating at the sight of you crumbling against her fingers, nothing but whines and whimpers leaving your lips.

“You can toy with others all you want,” she said softly, her fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, “but we both know you’ll always end up right back here.” your eyes rolled back as she curled her fingers into that sweet spot.

Her words sank deep, reverberating through you as her hand slid to the back of your neck, your noises vibrating against her hand as she pull you in closer. The heat between you was undeniable, the tension between your bodies as taut as a bowstring. She pressed her forehead against yours, her eyes locking onto yours with a look that made it clear: this was her territory. You were her territory.

Ada didn’t need to rush. She had time. She always did. Yer here she is, already getting you to climax. She made you sure you feel it. And she knew just how to make you feel every second of that possession, every ounce of that control. The way she moved, the way she touched you—it was all deliberate, each moment building on the last, until you were completely under her spell. Trembling and moaning as you reach your peak.

“I didn’t bring you here to play,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “I brought you here to remind you… that you’re mine.”

Her words lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating, as her lips found yours again. This time, the kiss was deeper, more forceful, claiming every part of you, erasing any doubts you might have had.

And as she pulled you tighter against her, your body responding instinctively to her lead, you knew that no matter where you had gone, no matter how far you had strayed, there was no escaping her.

You were hers. You had always been hers.

And she was just making sure you remembered.

After countless waves of pleasure, your body finally succumbed to sleep. Ada had pushed you past your limits, her touch both exhilarating and exhausting. By the time she allowed you to rest, you were completely spent. The night was still dark, the sun nowhere near rising, when you drifted off, the lingering sensations of her touch still vivid.

When you awoke, Ada was not beside you. Her side of the bed was cold, and the room was eerily quiet. You didn’t panic; this was Ada’s way. She would never stay if she had something to handle. Her presence had a way of making her absence even more pronounced.

You rose from the bed, feeling the remnants of the night’s intensity in every movement. You headed to the kitchen, your mind already adjusting to the fact that she had left to take care of something important. You were accustomed to her sudden departures, and her absence didn’t disturb you. It was simply a part of the life you shared.

As you poured yourself a glass of water, a knock at the door interrupted the calm. You tightened your robe and answered it with a practiced ease. Two police officers stood there, their expressions unreadable but their presence imposing.

"Are you Ada Wong's partner, ma'am?" one of them asked, his tone professional but tinged with curiosity.

“Yes,” you replied smoothly, your voice calm. Ada had ensured you were prepared for these moments, her world full of secrets and occasional disruptions that required your cooperation.

The officer glanced at his partner before continuing. “She mentioned you were with her last night. We need you to come to the station to provide a statement.”

You didn’t flinch. Ada’s life was always under scrutiny, and you were accustomed to being her alibi. You knew your role, and you played it well. You already knew who was dealt with at this point.

“Of course,” you said, your tone untroubled.

The police needed a story, and you had one ready, one that fit perfectly with Ada’s mysterious life.

“Let me just get dressed.”

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I miss ada content. I played separate ways remake 30 hours more than the main game cuz I adored It so much, ada come back to me pls.

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Pairing: Nerd Leon x Nerd female reader.

Disclaimers: P in V, both Leon and reader are virgins, unprotected sex, cussing and fingering.

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“I’ve tested you on this one so many times, maybe we should just stop working.” You yawned, stretching your arms behind your head.

“Well ok then I guess.” Leon mumbled, placing his Bio textbook face down on your desk, adjusting his glasses to peer over at you. 

Oh. your tank top had ridden up and he could just see a tiny bit of your hot pink bra showing.

He turned red looking away quickly and coughing. “So uh I was wondering, have you ever been asked out?”

You perked up raising your head at his question, your top falling down into its original place. “Yeah one or two times, but more or less it was a prank. You know like hey let's see who can get in that nerds pants first kind of being asked out.” You shrugged your shoulders, not seeming bothered.

“Oh..” He stumbled over his words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know people could be so cruel..” You chuckled at him, tossing a hand in the air. “It’s no biggie, seriously Leon, and besides I already like someone.”

He froze at those words. You already liked someone? “Oh.. mind telling me who it is, I mean I am your best friend after all.” He grinned.

God he really had no clue, you wanted to kiss his stupidly perfect face so badly it hurt your heart a little. “Well I’m not sure about that.”

“Oh..” He looked dejected staring at his lap. You bit your lip feeling slightly regretful so you spoke up. “Well I could give you clues.” Leon’s head shot up after that. “Yes I’d like that.”

“Well..” You sat cross legged. “He’s taller than me, has a nice physique and he just has the cutest smile I’ve ever seen.”

Leon huffed, “That’s so generic, I’ll never get the right answer.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“Wait, you didn’t let me finish yet.” You poked him in the side. “Oh ok.” He said sitting up, you wouldn’t be surprised if he grew a tail and it started to wag.

“He’s got the softest hair, it's a nice sandy colour, his eyes are the shade of the ocean and he’s my best friend but I don’t know how to tell him.” You choked on the last word staring at Leon, hoping that he felt the same.

He couldn’t believe his ears, you liked him? This was the greatest news he’d ever heard and he wanted to spin you around and around and- 

“Leon, are you ok? Sorry if you don’t feel the same I-”

He captured his lips on your own, grabbing the fabric of your tank top and grasping it. You gasped when he let go, your lips popping and you stared at him starstruck.

“That was my first kiss..”

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” You grabbed him by his t-shirt going back in for round two. At first Leon was hesitant, not wanting to go too far. He’d tried to learn how to kiss good multiple times, so he just hoped he was doing good. You both crashed onto your bed, Leon caging you between his arms so as to not crush you. His tender kisses he was leaving down your jaw and neck made the sensations in your stomach burst, you could feel yourself becoming wet from his kisses grinding up on him.

The string of spit that left your lips still connected to his made Leon hard. He wiped it away looking at you. Flustered and the shade of a tomato, he wondered if you wanted to take it further.

“Leon please, I need you.” You whispered. He nodded at you squeezing your calf. “How about we revise first?” You looked at him confused. “You can’t be serious Leon.” He shook his head at you, ��Not what you're thinking, we can visually revise our human anatomy now can’t we.” You were lost for words, how was this the same guy that begged you to play monopoly with him.

“I’d love it.” You watched him kneel in front of your sprawled out body. “May I?” He looked at your shorts. “Yeah please take it off.” He nodded, pulling off your shorts, and slowly began to peel off your panties. The strings of slick that were attached made him groan, a noise you’d never heard before.

“Fuck me.” He whispered under his breath, once he had a crystal clear view of your pussy and your cute clit. “Leon, are you ok?” You said worriedly, beginning to shift.

“I’m fine, just relax baby just relax I got this.” “Wait Leon, I’m.. I’ve never done this before so please be gentle.” Leon paused, “It’s ok baby we’re just two virgin morons trying to figure it all out.” That made you laugh, holding his hand tighter.

His singular finger that ghosted over your pussy began to spread your folds. Collecting your fluids and smearing them over his double digits. He found your clit with little to no effort, and began to slowly circle it. That made you whine, your whole clenching on nothing as he began to get faster and faster. He stopped all of a sudden the build up stopped. He began to ease his finger inside your pussy, causing you to whimper and shiver against him.

When his finger was half way in he started to pull it out again before pushing it backing in. He pumped his one finger in and out to get you nice and stretched for his cock. “More.” You said hoarse, gripping Leon's free hand. “Ok.” He smiled at you, kissing your forehead as he added another digit. You could feel yourself clenching around his fingers as you came harder than you had ever done with your own fingers. You groaned as he removed his fingers from your cunt before shakily sucking one tasting your juices.

“You taste so good, I want you to sit on my face.” He whined on his knees in front of you, he was begging for it. You pulled your t-shirt over your head brandishing the fuschia coloured bra you were wearing. “Maybe next time, I just want to uh… do it you know?”

He raised a brow at you, a quizzical expression splayed across. “Oh ok I get it, so you want me to fuck you?” your throat turned dry and your words were stuck inside the tunnel of your dry throat. “Yes.” You whispered, hoping he even heard your answer.

Leon had you lay back on the comfort of your soft pillows, propping one leg onto his shoulder (He’d seen the position in a porn video) before lining himself up with your entrance. “Relax f’me yeah? I’m just as nervous as you, Jesus.”

He bit his lip, holding back a moan as your warm, firm hole squeezed him as he pushed through the ring of muscle. “Oh fuck your so.. Tight, I don’t want to cum yet.” He pushed in further before his hands landed on your hips, showing that this was all new to him. You gasped as he began to rut into you, his hips moving gently to lessen the pain of popping your cherry.

“You're so pretty you know that? God I love watching your tits when we’re studying.” He groaned into your ear, hot breath fanning over it causing shivers to erupt though your body. “Perv.” He smiled at that, the boyish grin he had made your stomach flutter. “Leon... I'm gonna cum.” You drew him nearer with your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips trailing over as you both moaned.

“Come for me then baby, don’t hold back.” With his hair falling in front of his face and his hands tightening around your hips to push you into the bed, Leon murmured to you. He spread your thighs apart with one hand while massaging your clit with the other. As he played with the small bundle of nerves between your inner thighs, his fingers moved sensually and at a medium rhythm. As you clamoured and squeezed around his cock.

“Ngh leon I’m cumming fuck!” You grinded against him as you came wrapping your legs around his waist like a spider's web. “F..fuck me to.” He sealed his eyes shut before pulling out of your little hole cumming all over the mound of your pussy.

“That was amazing.” You were out of breath as you tugged leon down next to your own body. Sprawled out like this not giving a shit that your Bio exam was tomorrow. “Yeah it was great, so does this mean we’re a thing now?” He stammered, twisting and pulling at his fingers.

“Of course.” You cupped his face in your hands, his soft skin dimpling between your fingers. You kissed his dusky moles, his cleft and lastly his forehead.

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i love how every single ada fic is x female reader keep it up guyss <3

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Ada Wong is so lesbian coded idc what anyone says. She likes woman and more woman (And I love her for that.)

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love your blog!! ada is soooo underrated!! 💃 🔫 (closest thing to femme fatale emojis i could find 😭)

us right now.

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wanna see ada dressed as a cat maid so bad. i think she’d be grumpy at first b/c she doesn’t really see the appeal in it but she does it for her s/o. beg her to meow for you and she’s like “don’t push it” but really she’s just embarrassed to be in that type of situation 🥺

I found this RE6 Ada mod but there's no cat ears but RE4R Ada has them!

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Oh she would be really grumpy, she would hate it so much but she couldn't say no to you. As long as you didn't take pictures she's fine with it, but she's going to give you a firm no if you try and make her meow. Besides she really isn't a cat, she has to keep reminding you that. But seeing you become so excited like a kid buying candy she relaxed a bit for your sake.

Although she still didn't understand why your always comparing her to a cat, but her agility and skulking says otherwise. A black cat suited her, so of course you got her matching black cat ears.

“All you wanted was for me to dress up in a frilly dress and a pair of cat ears?”

You contained your excitement before babbling yet again on how she is basically half cat. Ada sighed before covering your mouth with her palm.

“You really are something.. I’ll give you that.”

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u weird asf lmao

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Pairing: Stepmom!ada x female reader.

Disclaimers: stepcest, cussing, fingering.

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She's pretty. She's got the type of figure to die for. She's charming and has the persona of an angel according to your dad. Ada was in fact exactly what your dad described her, like the brightest star that shone in the dim sky.

She had moved in months ago, your life felt more vibrant. She filled the gap your mother left all those years ago, her motherly instincts kicking in when she knew something was wrong. But she also felt like a friend. Ada was rather young, a lot younger than your dad she was only about five years older than you. So it felt quite comforting to have someone close to your age in the house to chat to.

But that all changed one evening. Your dad was working a late shift, he had left a sticky note reminding you Ada was still home if you needed anything. He still uses sticky notes instead of just texting you, you really needed to teach him how to use messages.

You wouldn't realise you'd have seen your stepmom naked, dripping wet from the shower. “Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” You ducked your head down and quickly scurried from the bathroom. You didn't hear anything from Ada but you also couldn't see the grin spread across her face.

Later that night, you couldn't stop thinking about how you had walked in on her. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, she had great breasts and they sat just right perky nipples erected. And that's all you could capture before you were fleeing from the bathroom.

A knock sounded at your door, and you jumped from the noise. “Can I come in.” You heard Ada's mellow voice on the other end of the door.

Smoothing your hair down you cleared your thoughts before replying “sure, come on in.” She opened the door before shutting it behind her. “Hi.” She said approaching your bed and sitting down beside you.

“Hey” you nodded biting your lip, had you really just ruined your relationship with a woman who could possibly become your mother figure by seeing her naked?

Before she could speak you interrupted. “I'm so sorry about earlier, I had no idea y-”

“Its fine. It was my fault for not locking the door please don't blame yourself and besides we're both girls.” She winked at you.

That was odd, Ada felt a little of tonight. You didn't really want to think about it but she felt flirty. “So you got a boyfriend?” Alarmed by her question you just went along with her. "I do, but we're probably going to break up things haven't been going so well."

“I see.. would you like me to make it up to you?” Confused by her offer you denied her request. “It's ok Ada, I really don't need anything.”

“I insist It won't take up your whole night.” You caved in at that point “sure then I guess” Still confused you watched her slide of her silk dressing robe. You gasped as she was yet again completely naked. “Ada what are y-” She cut you off. “I saw the way you looked at me in the bathroom, I can make you feel a lot better then your small dick of a boyfriend.” She chuckled crawling over to you. “But my dad-”

“He doesn't need to know sweetheart”

“So can I help you out? Pretty.”

“Please.” You barely whispered, feeling your panties drooling arousal beginning to soil your underwear. “I can help you. She licked the tip of your ear, before giving it a playful tug.

She pulled down your sleeping shorts, pressing her palm against your clothed pussy. Earning a yelp from you as the pressure quickly brought a clouded sense of pleasure to your sleepy brain. Pushing your t-shirt up so your breasts we're exposed to the cool air, she played with one nipple rolling and tugging between her slender fingers before slapping the air. You whimpered, cunt beginning to ache, ache for her fingers to stretch you out.

It had been so long since you had someone penetrate you, weeks since you and your boyfriend had had sex that you were so desperate you were allowing your sexy stepmom to help you out. She yanked your underwear of completely leaving your bottom half exposed. Her eyes we're set on your glistening cunt.

“This all for me pretty? ” you nodded unable to form a coherent sentence your pussy aching to be relieved. Her crimson lips turned up into a smile. “How cute.”

A blush seared across your cheeks as she slid one slender finger into your opening. A stinging pain from being stretched after a while hurt and you hissed in pain, your fingernails digging into your palms. “Look at me.” Ada steered your face towards her own with one manicured hand. “it's ok your going to be ok, sweetheart.”

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who actually wants Ada content because..

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Ada Wong is so eatable u don't get it !!!

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NAHH NOT THE FART ANONS 😭 they’ve been in my inbox too i wanna bite smth anytime i get my hopes up ab anons. i genuinely love thirsts but the second i see “can u write him farting” i’m like ☹️

also ok i’ve gotta glaze a lil cherry bomb is so fucking yummy… i reread it every time u reblog i LOVE LOVE LOVE fboy leon agh‼️

TY LMAO? Cherry bomb was rushed asf. And it's the worse piece of work i've done appreciate it 😭

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my mom

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Don't Feed Me (I Will Come Back)

Ada Wong x Reader

Summary: You and Ada are 'friends', you give her a place to stay to recuperate and occasionally a spot in your bed, though she always leaves. Until this morning.

Word count: 1403

Additional tags: implied smut, friends with benefits, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love

Author's note: This has been sitting in my drafts forever and I finally got it finished... just in time for Separate Ways! In fact I'm posting this while waiting for it to finish downloading lol

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Ada wasn't one to hide what she wanted. She took whatever she set her eyes on, digging tooth and nail in and refused to let go. It didn't matter what it was, if she wanted it, she got it.

From you especially.

Countless times she'd appear at your doorstep and barely give the door a chance to close before she was on you. Sometimes it was equal, sometimes she just wanted whatever she could take from you.

Tonight was just that.

You couldn’t think, the feeling of Ada's hands over your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake, stealing your breath. She’d barely touched you, whispering praise to you as she moved her hands under your shirt, her lips over yours as she took everything you willingly gave. With every movement she stole your breath, slowly pulling your shirt away from your skin as if you were a present to be unwrapped.

“Ada,” you whispered, barely able to speak, your lungs itched from the lack of breath as she pulled the fabric still covering you away.

A quiet hum left her lips, the only acknowledgment of her listening to you, her focus completely on your skin. Her hands never stopped moving, pulling away every piece of fabric, leaving only the matching pendant you both wore. A gift from her. A promise she’d always come back, even if she never spoke the words aloud.

“Ada,” you whispered again, your voice even quieter than before, closing your eyes and pulling at her dress. Her name a prayer on your lips. “What about you?” You could barely speak, yet you forced the words out, your hand resting on the hem of her dress, fingers skimming over the top line and over her breast, the other tangled in her hair.

“Later,” she promised, pulling her lips away from your neck and moving downwards, away from your hand not tangled in her hair. She doesn’t stop until she’s got you pinned under her, skin exposed and breathless, only able to say her name.

Later never came. She doesn’t let you move away until she’s had her fill, leaving you exhausted until you fall asleep on her.

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You woke up hours later as you felt the bed shift around you, a sudden gust of cool air hitting your skin as the blankets moved. You looked over, watching as Ada slowly got out of bed, slipping out from under the covers. As she stood up she stretched, arms high above her head, searching around for her clothes. She moved quietly, avoiding the creaky floorboards as she got dressed. One of the few times you could watch without interruption, to see her be herself. No front put up, just the woman you loved.

"Where are you going?" you finally asked quietly. You kept your eyes on her as she tried to sneak away without waking you. Sunlight crept through the curtains, lit her up, making her look like the most beautiful painting in the world. A masterpiece that no one else got to see but you. Your heart ached at the sight, knowing what followed.

Ada stopped as she heard you, sighing quietly. "You know I can't stay," Ada murmured, looking over her shoulder at you.

"Just for a little bit longer," you said softly, as you lifted your head from the pillow and looking up at her. "I'll make you breakfast." Ada begun to protest, yet you got up out of bed before she could utter a word. Any protests were ignored as you grabbed a shirt and walked over to her. No sense in modesty when just a few hours ago she had you trembling under her, begging for more.

“Don’t feed me – I will come back,” Ada warned, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed her hand and pulled her along, away from the bedroom before she could fully understand what was going on. Despite the numerous times Ada had stayed the night she’d never gotten a good look at the house, all her focus always on you. She had no choice but to follow you, not knowing where anything but your room and the door were. A lapse in care, the only place that was completely safe.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you replied, keeping a tight hold on her hand. "I do need extra time to properly take care of you," you add as you lead her towards the small kitchen. The room was just as small as the rest of the house, though it didn’t feel cramped. Ada followed, wondering what your plan was. You never hid your feelings from her, not that there was any reason to – Ada would’ve known otherwise.

Ada followed behind wordlessly, allowing you to pull her wherever you wished, a stark contrast to the previous night. You never were this controlling with her – you always let her take the lead in everything, never pushing her for more. This was new, even if it was just pushing for something as small as staying for breakfast.

“Do you have any allergies?” you asked as the two of you walked into the small kitchen. You let go of her hand and walked over to a cupboard, opening it and revealing many filled jars within. All home canned food, labeled and organized to be out of the way. A small reveal into the life Ada walked away from, the domestic, safe life you led while she was away.

“No,” Ada replied, sounding surprised by the question. You heard the surprise in her voice, it was a question she was rarely asked, though it was an expected question to you.

“Good,” you replied, letting her hand go, freeing her from your grasp as you went into the kitchen and began to work. You pulled a filled jar out of the cupboard and emptied it into a small pot warming it up. As you warmed the food up, you stole quick glances at Ada, weakly attempting to hide it. Ada noticed but said nothing, walking closer and watching you work. She was enamored with watching you work, with getting to see you do something so simple yet something you’ve never done for her.

She watched you carefully, finally able to admire you without interruptions, only stepping back out of the way as needed. This was a big change of pace from the previous night, it was calmer, soothing, domestic. No adrenaline rush, no time limit, just two almost lovers existing together.

The food was ready within a few minutes and you split it between two bowls, placing a bowl of steaming food in front of Ada on the table in the corner of the kitchen. “Here you go,” you said, moving over to put your own bowl down and sit down, waiting for Ada to sit as well.

Ada joined you, sitting down across the table from you. “Thank you,” she murmured, taking a bite of the food. She didn’t say anything as she ate, enjoying the food. You both ate in silence, each sneaking glances at one another. Almost every time you looked up at her, Ada caught you, though she didn’t look away until you looked away first.

“So? Have I convinced you to keep coming back?” you asked as Ada finished the last bite of her food. A simple question, yet full of hope, though you tried to hide it, not wanting to seem desperate for Ada’s attention. You didn’t want to push her away.

Ada looked over at you, a small smile on her lips as she studied your reaction. "Yes, you have,” she replied. She didn’t say anything else, nothing else was needed. She was always going to come back, no one else made her feel this comfortable by simply existing around her. You cooking her breakfast just gave her an excuse to stay a little longer.

"Good," you murmured, standing up and taking her hand once again. "Now let me take care of you properly," you add as you gently pull her to her feet, leaning in to kiss her.

Ada leaned in immediately, lips meeting yours, stealing your breath. Her free hand went to your waist, holding on to you tightly as if you'd leave otherwise, an anchor to keep you still.

She pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull you back to your bedroom, her hand never leaving yours.

She never did leave the house that day.

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gf <3 and yeh theres barely any ada works out there tbh

Ada Wong headcannons

I love this woman so much, you don't understand. These are just some general headcannons of ada as your gf <3

✼ She's not the type to show her feelings through words, but will definitely show it through acts of service and physical touch.

✼ Ada's away most of the time, making it very hard to spend time with you. She makes sure that the time you two share together is memorable.

✼ Her touch is so soft too, always making sure that she treats you with care.

✼ The overprotective type. Ada would go crazy if something bad happened to you, it's even worse if she could've prevented it.

✼ She has to have you on her field of vision in public, a hand on your back or shoulders to make sure you're okay and still with her.

✼ Not big on PDA, she doesn't find it entirely necessary, but she loves touching, kissing, and hugging you in private.

✼ Would kiss you for hours when she gets back from a mission, wanting your attention and touch.

✼ You're the only person that has permission to touch her hair, and she loves it.

I don't see a lot of Ada content, she deserves it :(

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There’s No Place Like Home

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A Little Savory tier commission for @iloveyousomuch1989

Word Count: 1999

Thank you so much for requesting this!!! 💜 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, teasing, kissing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), degradation, name calling, light spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, sweet Leon at the end 🥰

proofread but apologies for anything I missed! 🫣

title from Home by Breaking Benjamin

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Your mom and stepdad left the house to you for a week since your mom won tickets for some cabin getaway at work. Leon took off a few days before due to a work thing that he didn’t really elaborate to you about, only saying he’d be back later in the week. It’s been a little lonely being home by yourself even if you can pretty much do whatever you want. 

Waking up bright and early, you don’t really change out of the baggy shirt of Leon’s that you stole because you missed him, letting his comforting scent surround you as you pad downstairs to head into the living room, not even bothering to put on shorts as no one’s going to see you in just your panties. 

You’re standing up from the couch to go grab a drink from the kitchen when two strong arms wrap around your middle and pull you back into a firm chest. Spinning around, you tilt your head up to see Leon grinning down at you. Without saying anything, he dips down and steals your breath in a rough kiss. 

You suck in a surprised breath, “I didn’t think you were going to be back til Wednesday?”

He pouts, “Aww, princess, aren’t you happy to see your big brother?”

His big hands slide down from your back to grope your ass, squeezing each cheek before he grabs the fat of your hips. 

“Missed you, been thinking about you the whole time I’ve been gone.”

He kisses the side of your neck, hands grazing up your sides to squeeze your breasts, palms cupping them in his hands. 

“Such a sweet little sister,” he nips your earlobe then kisses your jaw, “phone calls and texts just didn’t cut it.”

His hands dip back down to your ass and wrap around the back of your thighs to lift you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist and clasp your hands around his neck. 

“Let's go upstairs, princess,” he murmurs in your ear, “wanna show you how much I missed you.”

He makes quick work of carrying you upstairs to your bedroom, splaying you out across your mussed sheets. He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in deeply with a groan. 

“Fuck I missed you, baby, missed your smell,” he bites your neck, “missed your sexy fucking body and that sweet little cunt.”

“Leon,” you gasp out and he pulls back with a smirk. 

“Fuck,” his eyes rove down your body as he tugs on the hem of his shirt that you’re wearing, “look so hot like this, princess.” 

Feeling flustered, you blurt out, “But it’s just your old shirt, Leon. I’m not even wearing makeup or anything—“

He’s shaking his head and you trail off. 

“You’re fucking hot, baby sis,” he reaches down to flick your nipples through the shirt, “can’t wait to stuff your hot little pussy.”

Whimpering, you watch as he reaches down further to slip your panties off of your legs, slipping them into his pocket with a wink. He kneels between your spread legs and slowly trails his fingers up your legs to massage your thighs. 

“Look at that,” he clicks his tongue in appreciation, “she’s missed me so much she’s crying.” 

Whining, your legs fall open even more, hands twisting in your sheets, “Big brother, will you give her a kiss?”

He groans, eyes snapping up to your face, “Need me to kiss your wet little pussy, baby sis? Show her how much I’ve missed her, too?”

You nod quickly, “Uh huh, she needs big brother’s kisses.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, settling down onto his stomach, mouth hovering over your cunt, “let me kiss on her, baby sis.”

A high pitched moan escapes your mouth as Leon places a hot open mouthed kiss right on the hood of your clit. He groans as he laps across your pussy lips, hands coming up to spread your cunt open for his hungry mouth. 

“God, missed this,” he mumbles, licking into your hole before dragging his tongue up to your clit, “such a fucking sexy pussy.”

He sucks your swollen clit into his mouth, tongue circling the little bud until your bucking up into his mouth with a whine. 

“Been dreaming about eating you out, baby sis,” he sucks your pussy lips into his mouth with a groan, “love the way you taste.”

He flutters his tongue into your soaked hole, chuckling at how wet you are for him.

“Seems like she’s been missing my mouth, too,” he kisses your mound with another chuckle. 

Spreading your cunt open wider, he softly kisses your exposed clit until it’s throbbing underneath his lips. 

“Big brother, please, w’nna cum,” you whine, biting your lower lip. 

He hums, tongue barely touching your pudgy clit as he licks across the sensitive bundle of nerves, “Yeah? Think you should, princess?”

“Pretty please, Leon,” you whimper, “really wanna cum on big brother’s tongue.”

“Fucking hell,” he grunts, tongue sloppily lapping across your clit, spit dripping all down your pussy, “want you to cum on my face, little sis. Right fucking now.”

It only takes Leon sucking your clit back into his hot mouth and keeping a firm suction on it until your thighs tremble as your climax hits you. Moaning loudly, your hands tug on the sheets as your hips buck up into Leon’s mouth. He groans as he keeps up the suction around your fat clit. 

With a wet pop, Leon pulls away from your sopping wet cunt. He slides his shirt off making you moan to see his broad chest and toned stomach. You reach for your shirt to do the same but he snags your hands and presses them above your head. 

“Leave it on,” he stares down at you, pupils completely blown. 

He grabs the hem and pulls it up until your breasts are completely bare to the cool air of your room. 

“Don’t need the shirt off to see those sexy tits,” he smirks. 

“Okay,” you whisper up at him, lips parting as he pulls back to slip off his pants and boxers. 

He kneels back between your legs, yanking you down by your hips until his fat cock is nudging at your slick hole. 

“Leon—“

A choked off gasp slips through your lips as Leon bullies his cock into your pussy, bottoming out so fast it feels like he’s splitting you open. 

“God, I missed this,” he grips your hips tightly and thrusts deeply into your cunt, “always grip me so fucking tight, princess.”

“Big brother,” you whimper pitifully, tears gathering in your lash line, “s’too much.”

The way he’s fucking into your pussy has his pelvis grinding down against your clit just right, making your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Aww, no it’s not,” he coos, all faux sympathetically, “don’t you like how much I missed my cute little sister? Like how hard my cock is to fuck your hot, slutty pussy?”

“Big brother!” You clench down on his dick so tightly it makes his hips stutter.

“Fuck yeah,” he laughs, hands sliding across your body to grope your breasts, “mmm, my little sister likes big brother’s fat cock splitting her open.”

He pinches and tugs on your nipples until you arch into the pleasurable pain, pussy fluttering around his cock as he teases your hard buds. 

“Love fucking this slutty cunt,” he laughs meanly, “always so wet and ready for me, sucking me in like you never want me pulling out. And I know you like it, can feel you squeezing me every time I talk about it.”

He laughs again as your cunt pulses around his fat dick, confirming what he’s saying to be true. 

“‘M gonna cum, big brother,” you moan, back arching into his palms as they squeeze the soft peaks of your chest. 

“Do it, cum all over my cock, baby sis,” he goads, rutting his cock into your squelching pussy a little faster, “wanna feel you tighten up around my dick.”

He pinches your nipples as he brushes against your clit and it has your orgasm washing over your body. Mewling out Leon’s name, your legs kick out as your climax whites out your brain in pure pleasure. When you finally come back to your senses, you see that Leon has shifted your legs over his shoulders and is hammering his cock into your sensitive pussy. 

His dick rubs across your g-spot with every rough thrust, making you tighten up around his pistoning length and overstimulating your spent body. 

“Big brother,” tears slip down your face as he rocks his hips even deeper into your cunt, tip kissing your cervix and sending pinpricks of painful pleasure through your pussy, “big brother, I—“

“Shhh,” he soothes you, “you’re my little whore, princess, just spreading these legs anytime I need a taste of this juicy pussy.”

“Nooo,” you cry, hole clenching around his cock as another orgasm slowly builds in your belly. 

“Yes,” he mocks you, “nothing but a whore for your big brother by letting him use your slutty cunt whenever he wants.”

Bending you in half, Leon leans forward to kiss you messily, spit dripping down your chin and making you moan into his mouth. He drags his lips down to your neck and sinks his teeth into the skin. Moaning, you tilt your head back letting him have easier access to your throat. He leaves a ring of bruises around your neck that has your pussy throbbing with arousal. Leon huffs a groan as he grinds his hips against yours, cock filling you so full it makes your breath hitch. 

“Hot, so fucking hot,” he mutters against your chest, mouth latching onto the underside of your breasts to leave more marks. 

With a grunt, he bites and sucks across each of your tits, leaving dark bruises behind before roughly sucking on your nipples. Tears freely drip from your eyes as Leon fucks deeper and deeper into your pussy as he sucks on your nipples. As he hammers his cock against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt, your third orgasm overtakes your body. 

“Yes, yes, thatta girl, princess,” he praises you, dark eyes watching while he smirks, “show me how good big brother’s cock makes this whore pussy feel.” 

Your hips thrash until his big hands press you down against the mattress as fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your nails score a hot trail down his chest as your orgasm seems to feel never ending, pussy pulsing around his dick. Leon laughs down at you, hips still rabbiting into your overstimulated cunt. 

“You needed it didn’t you, little sis? Always need big brother to stuff your fat pussy, huh? Fuck, take me so well and let me do what I want,” groaning in his throat, he fucks deeper into your pussy, “and y’always take my cum, like a good slut.”

You’re openly crying now, feeling so good but it’s all too much and you don’t think you can handle it anymore. 

“Fuck, taking me so good,” he growls, shifting up until he’s railing your pussy hard and fast as you just lay there dazed and fucked out. 

With a low shuddering groan, he buries himself to the hilt, cock spurting rope after rope of hot sticky cum all inside your used cunt. After he softens and slips out, he pulls you into his arms and wipes the tears away from your face. 

“My sweet girl,” he coos softly, kissing across your face, “did so good for me. Missed you so much, hated being away from you.”

He rubs his hands down your back, softly massaging your muscles, “I’ll be honest, everyday sucked not getting to see you.”

You giggle softly. 

“The only way you can make up for it is to stay with me for the rest of the week,” he smiles back, kissing you gently as he rubs your shoulders. 

You smile, still feeling tired and overstimulated, “I can do that.”

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Rant ~

i dont give a shit if ada manipulated leon, she's better than you