Pairing: Ada Wong x AFAB!Fem!Reader
Summary: After a breakup and a month of silence, Ada comes back swearing this time will be different.
Warnings: nothing too crazy, pre-established relationship, it's angsty at the start for sure, reader is kind of mean to Ada but lowkey she earned it, Ada being really open about her feelings, pwp, lesbian sex (on the floor next to the bed, oral r! receiving),
A/N: WAR IS OVER!!!! I was really struggling with this one until like midnight last night and then it all came together. I did end up staying up far too late, but being tired at work was soooo worth it.
Also sorry if we wanted toxic Ada, I personally want her to be soft with her gf (me).
This turned into something completely different than i originally had in mind but Im actually not upset about that.
It's been about a month since you broke things off with Ada.
There was no big blow up fight. You almost wish there was, but no. That had been the way the first few times went. This time, you'd simply told Ada that you'd been feeling emotionally neglected, as you have several times. It went the same as it always does.
I told you what this was when we started, she'd said. Work comes first, Pretty, it has to, you know that.
But that was before, you'd tried to reason. Aren't things different now?
Maybe, but nothing outside of this apartment has changed, she'd said it with a flat expression, you couldn't even tell how she felt about having to talk about this again.
It felt like something clicked.
How did Einstein define insanity? Repeating the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
You need to leave, you said it so quietly that Ada was almost certain she'd misheard you. But seeing the look of quiet resolve on your face, she knew she hadn't.
Her face flickered, your heart clenched. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. She looked at you for a long moment, a click of the tongue and a soft sigh. Got it.
Then she left your apartment, like she does every time another work thing comes up- easy as breathing.
Of course it was easy. Leaving is natural for Ada, a practice instilled in her by years of training that she would never tell you about. But, as you've discovered as your relationship has progressed, coming back is something that she always does, it just doesn't seem as practiced.
Two days ago an arrangement of red roses, baby's breath, and pink tiger lilies was delivered to your door. No note, but clearly from her with an obvious message: this is me reaching out.
You took the flowers to the local cemetery before work yesterday, leaving them at a neglected grave. You felt that, in a way, it was poetic.
That evening when you returned from work, another arrangement had been dropped at your door- red, plum, and white roses: pay attention to me. Ada is needier than she would ever care to admit. You did the exact same thing with the flowers this morning. You went to work, thinking about all of Ada's inconsistencies, which turned into thinking about all of the ways that she is consistent, which turned into missing her. Missing her bled into your whole day.
And now walking home, you're trying so hard to remind yourself that there's more to love than whatever you and Ada had going on. You want her, of course. And you want believe that she wants you too. But you know she doesn't need you, at least it doesn't feel like she does. She won't let herself fully rely on you, fully trust you, it leaves a huge gap in your relationship. Your friends compare your relationship to feeding an outdoor cat, one that's sort of yours but not really.
You always reason that you're not asking her to be an indoor cat, you know it's not in her nature, you just need her to give you something to prove that you're not wasting your time caring for a stray.
You step through the door of your building, just as it starts to drizzle outside.
Your across-the-hall neighbor, Miss Beverly as she requested you call her, stands at her mailbox in the lobby.
"Hi, dear, how was work?" She asks with a very sweet smile.
"Not bad," you say, forcing a polite, neighborly smile. You like Miss Beverly, you do, but right now you miss Ada so much it's hard to think about anything else. Still, you try. "Anything interesting happen on the soaps today?"
"A lot of the same old stuff, dearie," she laughs. "Nothing as interesting as what's going on in your life."
You're unsure of what she means, and it shows on your face. She looks at you like she's accidentally let you in on a secret.
"I suppose I've spoiled the surprise," she says, with a awkward little laugh. "There are more flowers at your door. Pretty ones."
You roll your eyes, before you look up in a silent question to whatever higher power may be up there.
You sigh as you look back at her, she looks at you knowingly. Miss Beverly gathers her mail, and the two of you make your way up the stairs. You take them slowly on account of the elderly woman. You silently stew, these flowers are doing nothing for you but pissing you off.
When you reach your floor you walk ahead. You stop between your doors and study the flowers left on your welcome mat. More reds, whites, pinks, and purples: don't ignore me.
"Whoever he is, I think he may be sorry," she says.
"Yeah, sorry is one word for it," you mutter.
She looks at you with sympathetic eyes.
"Who's the lucky guy?" She asks.
You laugh, the sound that escapes you is bitter.
"There is no guy, Miss Beverly," you tell her.
Her eyes fall to the flowers, confusion on her face plain as day. You follow her line of sight, then bend over to pick the flowers up, you look back to Miss Beverly.
"Beautiful flowers in a beautiful vase, it'd be a shame for it all to to be wasted on me," you say, with a forced smile that you can only hope looks genuine. You hand the flowers to the woman, she accepts them. "Have a lovely evening."
The poor lady looks stunned. You give her a final nod, then turn and unlock your door before entering your apartment.
Your evening routine is no different than it is with Ada, because even with Ada you spend most of your time without her.
You change out of your clothes from work, into a comfortable oversized shirt with your underwear underneath. You go into your kitchen and prepare a meal for one. You eat, sitting on your couch.
You think about watching a movie later, but of course, what happens is you fall asleep after finishing your food.
You jolt awake to the sound of your phone ringing on the coffee table. In your sleepy daze, you don't check caller ID, you just flip it open and answer.
"Hello," you say, your voice comes out squeaky announcing to the caller that you've been asleep.
"Hello, Pretty," Ada's voice comes through the speaker on your phone. You sit up with a sigh, loud and dramatic, hoping she can hear the roll of your eyes that accompanies it- she can. "Well that's not nice."
Not nice? You scoff, but you're honestly unsure of what to say to her. You decide to start with the thing that has annoyed you most.
"Will you stop with the flowers?" You huff out the question after a moment.
"You love it when I send you flowers," Ada says, there's a teasing pout in her voice.
"That was before we broke up, Ada," you say her name like it's an insult.
"I don't remember ever saying those words," she says with a questioning lilt in her voice. You have to resist the urge to snap at her, biting your tongue to stay quiet. Ada seems to realize that teasing isn't the approach she needs to take, so she tries a different one. "I miss you."
It sounds like she means it, really, but she's good at sweet talk. Ada is sweet talk. It's not enough. Really, it just annoys you.
"Is that supposed to wow me?" You let out a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. "Sorry, I'm fresh out of gold stars."
"Don't be mean," Ada responds.
"Mean hasn't even started," you warn. "I could hang up and never speak to you again."
"We don't want that, Pretty," she says it as if she's all-knowing. "You've missed me too, I know you have."
"Doesn't make much of a difference," you say. "You missing me, me missing you. We always end up in the same place."
"This time will be different," Ada says.
"I've heard that before," you almost laugh. "You always say the same thing. Verbatim. I miss you, this time it'll be different, let me show you. You come home, we have sex. Then you leave again."
"I know that, Ada," you snap. "I understand that you have to do what you have to do. I'm fine with being the warm bed, your soft place to land. But my needs are not being met."
"What do you need?" Ada asks, the question sounds genuine.
"You, obviously," you say it to her like she's stupid. "I need you. You know everything about me, physically, psychologically, inside and out. I know next to nothing about you aside from how you like your eggs and how to make you cum," you stand, grabbing your plate from where it was abandoned on the coffee table. You walk into the kitchen as you continue. "You keep me at an arms length, but you claim to love me. It feels like I'm just a pastime between jobs. I can't live like that."
Ada exhales on her end of the line. You can hear her considering her words. Calculating. You place your plate in the sink, then lean against the counter as you wait for her to speak.
You wonder if she can feel you slipping from her grasp. You wonder if she's willing to fight to keep you there.
"Can I please just come over?" The question comes out more desperate than she probably intended.
Fortunately for Ada, it stirs something in you. You miss her. You really miss her. As disappointed as you are with where the two of you are as a couple, you do love her, and you don't want her to suffer.
You breathe in as you feel your resolve give way
"This is the last time Ada, I swear to God," you relent. "Come home."
It takes all of ten minutes before you hear the sound of a knock on your door. She has a key still, she pays the rent, but it feels good knowing that this is happening on your terms.
You open the door, Ada shifts in the hallway. You study her face, her jaw is tight and she can only stand to look you in the eye for a second before she has to look away. She feels guilty. Good.
You step to the side, and Ada enters the apartment, the heels of her knee high boots clicking on the hardwood floors. You clear your throat as you close the door and turn to her. Your eyes drop to her shoes on your clean floors, then come back up to hers. She looks at you as she gets the message. She sighs, staring as she unzips one boot and takes it off then repeats with the other.
"Thank you," you say, managing to make it sound insulting.
You walk back toward the couch and sit, you look at Ada expectantly. She forces her eyes to stay on you, her gaze is soft. She approaches the other side of the couch slowly, like a bomb squad approaches a suicide bomber.
She opens her mouth, breathing in like she's about to speak.
"Get to the point," you say, sensing her small talk defense mechanism before it even happens.
She blinks three times in quick succession, you stare at her, unmoving.
Once again, she calculates her words. You don't rush this part. You've laid the rules out, she'll either follow them or she won't. That's up to her.
"You aren't a pastime," Ada says, after a few moments. She closes her eyes like what she's about to say feels painfully unnatural. "You never have been, and I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I'm sorry that I'm not as," she breathes, "emotional with you as I should be."
You lean forward, this time you're the one who's face is unreadable. For the first time in the years you've known her Ada genuinely looks vulnerable. You allow her to continue.
"Of course I care about you," Ada says. "I come back- to you, to our home- that's how I know to show it. Everything about the way I feel for you clashes with all of my training. I'm not supposed to feel like this."
You tilt your head, looking at her while she speaks. You feel like you're finally getting somewhere, but you find yourself feeling sorry about it coming at the price of Ada's comfort.
"You, what we have, it all cuts me open," as she continues, you want to reach out and touch her, reward her for this somehow. "I focus so much on sewing myself shut again, I don't think about how I'm closing myself off to you too."
You scoot closer to her on the couch, you catch the soft breath of relief Ada lets out as you do.
"I love you, of course, but I also trust you," Ada says. "I want to give you what you need this time, if you'll let me. I promise. I will."
You're closer to her now, but your arms are crossed, defensive. Still, behind the cautious expression you wear, there's a softness in your eyes. You take a deep breath, really making her wait for it as you mull over her words.
"Say it again," you say after almost a minute.
"You promise," you whisper.
"I promise," she repeats, you inch closer.
"Again," you softly demand. You need this, really, and it's only the start of what she's going to need to give you if she wants this to work.
"I promise," she says again, her eyebrows pull together slightly. Your knee is now pressed against hers, and you make no effort to break the contact. Ada leans into it, desperate to be close to you.
"One more time," you say, it's basically a breath.
You're so close now, that Ada has full access to touch you. She gently cups your face in one hand, you lean into her touch, finally feeling the warmth you crave.
"This time will be different, I promise," she says, looking you directly in your eyes.
You rest your hand on her thigh, keeping a tasteful gap between your faces.
"Ada," you say her name with parted lips.
"Yes," she says, voice soft, stroking your cheek with her thumb.
"Come to bed," you say. It comes out desperate and needy, plainly, that's exactly what it is.
After so much distance, emotional and physical, you want her as close to you as possible.
You nod against her hand, now looking only at her mouth. Her lips twitch upward. She pulls you in, pressing her lips against yours in a closed mouth kiss that can only be described as sweet. Not Ada's usual style, but still her all the same.
She stands, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you up with her. She keeps your hand in hers as she leads you back to the bedroom. You realize that this is looking a little familiar, a previous cycle.
"This doesn't mean you're fully forgiven," you say, as Ada's hand touches the bedroom door. "You still have to prove it to me."
"Good," you say, letting her lead you into the bedroom, to the edge of the bed.
You sit down, and look up at Ada, standing in front of you. You wonder where she went this time. Had she been sent out? Is that why it took so long for her to reach out? Had she been hurt?
You want to ask, but you know this is one answer you won't ever get. She couldn't tell you even if she wanted to. The way she's looking at you now tells you there's a lot she's not saying. You decide to trust that she'll tell you.
You reach out to her, brushing your fingers gently against her stocking-covered thigh. You move to push her dress up, but she stills your hand with a soft mm-mm.
"Are you okay?" you ask, looking up at her.
She chuckles mostly to herself, at you or the question, you're not sure. There's a soft sort of affection in her eyes as she brushes your hair away from your face.
"Yes," Ada says, still gently touching your face. "Let me do this for you, Sweet Girl."
Your jaw falls slack, the soft demand rewriting something in your brain.
"You don't have to, I can-" you cut yourself off at the sight of Ada dropping to her knees in front of you. "Oh. Okay."
Ada laughs low, looking up at you with beautiful brown eyes.
"I love how easily you get worked up," she says, smiling at you. "I'm just kneeling."
But she's not just kneeling. Ada tops, sure, but she rarely, if ever, submits. This feels like she's handing you some sort of power that you've never held with her before. You're gentle by nature, but you want to cradle this power in your hands. You want Ada to know that it's safe with you.
You scoot forward on the bed, leaning down to pull her into a sweet but heated kiss. She laughs in a way that can only be described as giddy, when you leave the bed, dropping to your knees without breaking at the lips.
You rake your hands through her hair, keeping her against you as she grips at your hips and ass. She moves her thigh between your legs, you body stutters at the contact, you gasp into Ada's open mouth. You roll your hips against her thigh. Ada's hands move against you to lift your shirt, she breaks the kiss to allow herself room to remove it fully.
Ada stops for a moment, admiring your bare chest, then her eyes drop to your underwear- pink with strawberries.
"How, mm," she toys with the lace trim. "Cute."
"Shh," you hush her, leaning back in, open-mouthed and greedy for more.
She meets you with just as much vigor, arms around you, grasping and tugging at exposed skin, pulling you so close that your bodies are completely flush against one another.
You find the zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down as fast as you can while still keeping your movements gentle. Ada gets the hint, she pulls her arms out of the sleeves, allowing the fabric to fall and pool at her knees. You don't even look, lost in the taste of her tongue, but your hands explore. You recognize the bra underneath them just by feel. Black lace and unlined, you can feel her nipples hard underneath it, begging for attention. Before you can do anything about it, Ada changes your position, laying you down parallel to what is her side of the bed. The rug is soft under your back, you find yourself grateful that you vacuumed a couple of days ago.
Ada's tongue retreats from your mouth and her kisses move, wet pecks with minimal biting, down your neck to your collarbones. You look down just in time to see her look up at you, swirling her tongue around one of your nipples before taking it fully into her mouth. You sigh, keeping your eyes on her as you brush short strands of hair out of her face.
Through the sensation of Ada's mouth latched to you, you feel the slow drag of her fingers along your torso, before she reaches lower. She ghosts her fingers over your underwear, you lift your hips in a needy attempt to press further into her hand. She presses into you, you drop your hips when you realize her hand isn't going to leave you.
"Wet," she remarks before moving to give your other breast the same treatment.
You know how wet you are, uncomfortably so, you can feel it. You're so easy for her which is a fact both of you are very aware of. You've ended up in this position with her many times before. Usually Ada looks smug and proud, but tonight she studies your face with loving concentration. Every gasp, every jerky movement of your body, she catalogs it. She wants you to feel good, that much is obvious. More than that, every touch, lick, kiss, relays the same message that she spoke to you earlier. She wants to take care of you.
"Ada," her name comes out as a breath. She hums around your nipple in acknowledgment. "I want more, mm, I need you."
She presses one last soft kiss to your collarbone before moving further down your body. Ada isn't in a rush here, though you wish she were.
Your legs are spread for her, open, but she doesn't go in for the kill just yet. She kisses the top of your knee, then next to it on the side of your thigh. She taps your hip, signaling you to lift. She pulls your underwear up the incline of your thighs then down your calves, running her fingers across your skin the whole way.
Ada nudges your legs open further, to allow herself room to settle between them, laying on her stomach feet kicked up. Her arms snake under your thighs, she drags her hands along your sides before they finally come to a rest, nails digging lightly into your inner thighs. She looks down at your bare cunt, which you're sure is dripping with your arousal.
"So pretty," Ada mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear. Her hot breath against you makes you clench around nothing.
"Ada," her name comes out of your mouth with whiney emphasis on the uh sound. You look at her between your legs, brows knit, your heavy breaths come out like pleas.
"Oh, I know, pretty," Ada murmurs, keeping her eyes locked with yours as she leans down and presses a kiss to your pussy.
She closes her eyes and licks her lips, humming like you're the greatest thing she's ever tasted. You watch as genuine hunger for you takes over, effectively putting an end to her teasing.
Keeping her eyes on your face, Ada gives your clit one kiss, then another, before a couple of soft kitten licks. Your head falls back with a delicious moan, just as Ada seems to lose herself in you.
Ada wraps her arms around your lower torso, holding you. She flattens her tongue, licking from your hole to your clit twice before lightly latching to the bud. You pull in a sharp gasp, Ada hums against you.
She repeats this pleasant little pattern a few times before her laps at you become greedy. Teeth just barely graze, and light pain blends with pleasure. Her tongue periodically dips into you. Your breathing is all ragged gasps, your thighs and abdomen flex and relax in quick succession, body and mind unable to keep up with each other.
You try to grip the rugs short fibers, but your fingers find no purchase there. One of your hands comes up to wrap around the fabric of the bedskirt on the bed beside you, you pull at it, as your back arches off of the rug beneath you.
You look back down to Ada. You'd assumed her eyes were closed, but they're not. She's watching your every reaction, and acting accordingly. Every move she uses on you flawless, catered to you and only you.
The short hairs in front of her forehead have fallen, partially covering her eyes. You reach down to push them back, hoping to be able to ground yourself with a fist full of her hair, but Ada's hand meets yours before you get the chance. She laces your fingers together with hers, laughing against you at your need to grip. As you feel yourself being pulled closer and closer to release, you're sure your nails are leaving marks on her hand- not that Ada minds, she seems to be enjoying the show.
"Come on, baby," Ada says against you. The tone in her voice resembles something like begging. You clench at her voice- she moans. "You're so close." She's right, God, you are, and her words and their vibrations are only aiding in the process. "Cum for me, Pretty, I want it."
Seconds later your body all but folds in on itself. Eyes screwed shut, toes pointed, free hand groping at your own breast, your orgasm hits you so hard you can barely let out a real sound. It's all breathing and pathetic attempts at her saying name. Ada drinks up every bit of your cum as it leaves you, moaning at your taste like she's the one receiving. Just as the final shockwaves of your orgasm pass through you, Ada removes her mouth from you.
You can hear your pulse, as well as feel it throughout every inch of your body. Your tired eyes meet Ada's once again.
"Hm," she hums, satisfied upon analyzing your face.
Ada kisses her way up your body again, open-mouthed, but your sure most of the wetness against you is your own cum. Her face hovers over yours for a moment, she really looks at you, You reach up and brush her bangs out of her eyes. She kisses your temple before kissing your lips.
"I love the way you taste," she says, after pulling back and watching you lick your lips. "Don't you?"
The most you can offer her now is a weak chuckle while you try to regulate your breathing.
Ada moves off of you, laying on her back beside you. You cover your eyes with the back of your arm and focus on the air entering and leaving your lungs for a few moments.
Finally, you turn your head to look at her, she's already looking at you.
"Let me see your hand," you say, already reaching for it where it rests above the waist of her stockings. You hiss through your teeth when you see the marks on the back of her hand, red and irritated. "Sorry."
"Don't be," she says, there's the hint of a smile on her lips when you look back at her. She holds your hand once again.
You take a deep breath before speaking again. "Do you want me to return the favor?"
Ada shakes her head lightly, "I'd actually like to take a bath and just talk."
"Good idea, go run the water," you say, lightly tapping her side. "I'll go get wine."
"I've got it, pretty, you take a minute," Ada says, picking herself up off of the floor.
You shrug with a smile, covering your eyes with the back of your arm once again as Ada walks into the bathroom. Even though you know it's temporary, you allow yourself to be lulled to sleep by the sound of the running water.
