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The way her legs would tremble and shake over your shoulders. Her toes curling every motion. The little breaths and moans coming out of her mouth between every thrust, everytime your heat touches hers. The way she cries and sobs everytime she feels herself getting closer, but you edge her to death, and stop grinding your cunt against hers - you're pleading for her to last a little longer, you don't want her to cum just yet.
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Pairing: Ada Wong x Fem! Reader (although it can also be read as gender-neutral, since I didn't use any pronouns or descriptions of the Reader's appearance).
Summary: Straight-up smut.
a/n: I promised myself not to write smut after having written nothing but smut for years, but I just couldn't stop myself.
Short black hair spilled across the pillow, eyebrows drawn together in a frustrated frown, lips slightly parted as her hands clenched the bedsheets beneath her.
Out of all the places Ada could've been right now, this was the last one she ever imagined finding herself in.
This place was her guilty pleasure. She knew she shouldn't be here, knew better than to give in, and yet she craved it more than anything whenever you weren't around.
"Missed me?" The voice was soft, almost tender, but Ada knew better. There was amusement hidden beneath it, confidence. You already knew the answer - you simply wanted to hear it from her lips.
Refusing to answer, she bit down on her lower lip, smudging the deep red lipstick ever so slightly. Somehow it only made her look more irresistible against her pale skin.
Your gaze lingered on the faint flush spreading across Ada's cheeks and down her neck, drawing a quiet chuckle from you. Slowly, you leaned forward and pressed a feather-light kiss against her stomach, making her gasp before she could stop herself.
Your fingertips toyed with the dark red fabric gathered above her waist, the material rolled up just enough to expose more skin. The sight alone was enough to make the air between you feel heavier as you let out a slow breath against her.
The sensation sent a shiver through her instantly. Ada arched her back before she could stop herself, silently cursing her own weakness, hating how effortlessly you could make her react.
All she wanted was your touch. Your warmth. Having you close was dangerous enough, yet it was exactly what she always found herself wanting.
And you knew that.
You knew her far too well.
Her favourite colour, the brands she reached for without thinking, the scents that lingered on her skin, all the little things she pretended nobody noticed but that you remembered with ease.
So you kept your hand resting on the fabric, rubbing your thumb slowly against it while rising onto your knees, watching her from above with an expression that made her pulse quicken.
"This is new, isn't it?" The simple question sent another tremor through her. Nothing escaped your attention. "A colour to remember. Not your usual choice."
Carefully, you released the fabric and let your hand drift lower with agonizing patience. Ada immediately looked away, fixing her eyes on the wall as if it could somehow save her, focusing on keeping her breathing steady.
Your eyes never left her face as your fingers traced lower, finding the delicate lace beneath. The faint touch alone drew a sharp inhale from her lips.
Without saying a word, your finger glided slowly over the lace, feeling the warmth of her folds beneath it. The reaction was impossible to miss, and the sight of her struggling to maintain control pulled a slow, satisfied smile onto your lips.
"I wonder if Leon knows."
The silence that followed made Ada painfully aware of the frantic beat of her heart against her ribs. She didn't even know that you knew about Leon.
It wasn't like she was in a relationship or anything like that, but somehow she always found herself wherever the blonde was. Close enough to watch, yet never quite close enough to be noticed unless she wanted to be.
Your thumb began tracing slow, deliberate circles against the lace, directly over her clit, and she bit down harder on her lip as a tremor ran through her body.
A quiet laugh slipped from you. "You're so quiet." Your voice was warm, almost teasing. "Usually you're bratty enough to have something clever to say, but now that I know about him..." Your thumb never stopped moving. "You can't even get a single word out."
The gentle motion continued as you tilted your head. "Look at me, Ada." The command settled over her like a weight she couldn't resist, and her eyes lifted to meet yours. Your expression remained soft, patient, impossibly calm.
Leaning closer, your hand resting beside her head, you left barely any space between your faces. "Did you wear it for him?" There was nowhere to run from the question, and deep down she wasn't sure she wanted to. She shook her head slowly.
Your gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips as you eased the lace aside, exposing her to the cool air and drawing a sharp gasp from her. Your hand tightened around her thigh, close enough to make her ache, but still denying her what she wanted most.
"Words, Ada. Tell me." It took every ounce of effort to answer. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "No." Her eyes fixed on your collarbone, unable to hold your gaze, but the answer seemed to satisfy you as your fingers gently parted her folds, lingering just enough to make her anticipation unbearable.
Eventually she looked back at you, impatience flickering through her expression. The moment your eyes met, you slowly pushed a finger inside her, pulling a startled gasp from her lips. "Such a good girl." The praise alone made her tighten involuntarily around you as your finger curled and stroked with deliberate precision.
Your lips brushed along her jaw, each touch sending a shiver through her, drawing soft sounds she couldn't hold back. When you reached her ear, your voice dropped lower.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" A kiss ghosted across her cheek. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here, legs spread just for me." Quiet whimpers escaped her as your finger moved steadily, her thighs instinctively trying to close around your hand until your other hand gripped her firmly, guiding them apart again.
"Keep your legs open." The words settled deep inside her, and she obeyed immediately, doing everything she could to stay still despite the heat building beneath your touch. Your smile brushed against her skin before you finally captured her lips in a kiss.
At first it was soft, almost innocent, until a second finger eased inside her, making her moan into your mouth at the sudden fullness. The sound only seemed to encourage you as the kiss deepened, your tongue sliding against hers while she melted into you, breathless and overwhelmed, wanting to pull away for air yet unable to make herself leave.
You slowly pulled away from her lips, a soft whimper escaping her as your middle and ring finger continued to brush that sensitive spot deep inside her. The sensation made her squeeze her eyes shut, every movement sending another wave of pleasure through her as you lowered yourself, stopping just inches from where she needed you most.
Your fingers curled with every slow thrust, deliberately pressing against that sweet spot while you pressed teasing kisses just above her clit. The feeling of your lips made her hips lift instinctively from the mattress. The ache building inside her was becoming unbearable, and Ada found herself growing desperate. "Please," she whispered, and the sound made you glance up into her now-open eyes.
"Please what?" you asked softly, your thumb brushing slow circles onto the hood of her clit which made her gasp. A shiver ran through her body as she struggled to catch her breath. "I need it," she admitted between shaky breaths. "Your mouth... please." The moment the words left her lips, you finally gave in, lowering your head until your mouth found her, your tongue tracing a slow path upward from where your fingers disappeared inside her.
Ada's hands clenched the sheets beneath her as you continued working her with steady, deliberate movements. Your lips closed around her clit, drawing a broken moan from her throat while your tongue and fingers worked together. She writhed beneath you, every touch pushing her closer to the edge she had been chasing for far too long.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and you could feel how close she was. The tension in her body wound tighter and tighter until, just as she was about to fall apart, you pulled away completely. The sudden loss made her curse under her breath before staring at you in disbelief. "Why did you stop?"
For several long seconds, you said nothing. You simply watched her while slowly licking the taste of her from your fingers, letting the silence stretch between you. Only then did you answer. "Can't let you have everything that easily." Rising from the bed, you made your way toward the bedroom door. "I'm not just someone you can have whenever you feel like it."
With that, you pulled the door open while Ada remained sprawled across your bed, flushed from head to toe, her hair tangled and her body still aching from the pleasure you'd denied her. Pausing at the doorway, you glanced back over your shoulder before leaving. "Clean up and get out, sweetheart." A faint smirk tugged at your lips. "We wouldn't want you being late for your job."
cw: Ada eating reader out, afab reader, no gender specific pronouns for reader, afab language for reader's genitalia, implied dom Ada
Ada who naturally takes the lead in the bedroom. She doesn't even have to be super or demanding or harsh, subtly nudging you into whatever she wishes you to do.
Even now while she's on her knees for you, you don't have the upper hand. You're back rests on the hard surface of the bedroom wall, the roughness of the paint coated over bumpy textures digging into the skin of your back. Still, it does nothing to distract you from the sight of the dark haired woman between your legs, tongue lapping the dewy wetness that weeps from your pussy.
Ada's thorough in everything she does, never leaving a corner unchecked or a stone untouched; she's the same way when it comes to eating you out. The width of her shoulders press against your inner thighs, forcing them apart while she uses her thumbs to spread you open, lips wrapping around the swollen flesh of your clit as she sucks at it eagerly. She laps at your drooling hole, humming as the taste of you thickly coats her tongue.
Being used to reading people, she catalogs every squirm of your body, every roll of your hips as your hands reach down to thread in the dark strands of her short hair. She knows that by now you're likely teetering on the edge, that coil in your belly tightening with every lap of her tongue against your fluttering hole or suck of her lips around your aching clit.
She hears the way you breathe out a stuttered breath and laughs breathily against your cunt, slowly dragging her tongue over your clit before kissing it. It makes you whine and tremble against the wall, knees threatening to buckle beneath you. The lewdness of the loud slurps filling the room make your cheeks feel hot, fingers tightening in Ada's hair as you drag her closer.
All it takes is for her to reach up and thumb over your clit before you're cumming with a shuddering cry, hips jerking against her face as she licks you through it. Her thumb tenderly pets over your aching bud as she laps up the spilling dew from your cunt.
Selfishly, she delights in the way your body trembles as she continues to stimulate you further, toying with your sensitive clit and pressing her thumb against your fluttering hole. Only when you whine and begin to lightly push at her does she finally decide to pull away, lips slick and shiny with your wetness.
a/n: i started writing this last night and had to finish it this morning. the thought of Ada being dominant over reader in the bedroom will not leave my mind
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