Featuring : Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong
WIP, NOT FINISHED
Cw: AFAB!reader, no use of pronoun for reader, threesome, maybe ooc!ada(?), fingering, piv, sub!Leon, dom!ada, sub!reader, voyeurism, little bit of possessiveness, degradation, condescending praise, use of pet names (puppy, mutt, honey, good boy to Leon, brat to both Leon and reader), finger sucking, cream pie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cunnilingus (r!receiving), edging, little bit of drooling on Leon's end, cum eating, one use of "daughter", and reader takes place of Ashley in re4.
Synopsis: As the federal agent Leon Kennedy takes on the mission of rescuing you from the Los Illuminados, an unexpected but not unwelcome stranger makes herself known.
Nsfw below the cut. MDNI.
You weren't prepared for anything you'd experienced over the past however many days. How could you have been? How could anyone? You were the president's daughter for fuck's sake, not some sleeper agent! You were polished, refined, soft.
You didn't know what to do, locked in this room. All you could do was sleep, try to escape, or stare out the window. All your attempts at lockpicking the door were in vain. You couldn't do any of that spy stuff you saw on TV, like picking a lock with your bobby pin.
So, you'd wait. Stare out the window, sleep, eat the food they gave you. The door jiggled, the familiar sound of it being unlocked. You'd been biding your time, waiting. The door creaked open, and you lunged, bringing down the blunt object in the hopes it would stun your capture enough for you to run out.
But there was no sound of pain, no falling to the ground, and you saw the blonde man who stood tall before you, hand grasping the candelabra you attempted to bring down on him. He looked relived, almost, despite your efforts.
You stepped back, releasing the metal decoration. "Who are you...?" you hissed, eyes narrowed in suspicion. A sliver of hope appeared in your mind. He didn't look like anyone you'd seen so far. Not to mention his outfit. Clean, polished, taken care of. He definitely wasn't from this village.
"Leon Kennedy. Your father sent me. I work for the government," he dropped the candelabra, holstering his gun. "You need to come with me." he ordered, opening the door and peering out. He motioned for you to follow him, and you did.
You stuck right by his side as he navigated through the castle and graveyard. The gravel crunched beneath your and his footsteps, and there was much yelling beyond the gate you stood before. Leon commanded you to wait, and of course you did. Watching as he headed forward, listening for his signal.
Gunshots could be heard, as well as some yelling directed at Leon. He whistled and you made your way to him. It was clear now, and you watched Leon's back muscles tense as he forced open yet another gate, this one instead leading to a lift. You stepped on to it with Leon, feeling almost queasy as it took you across a deep valley.
There was only silence between the two of you, though you couldn't complain much. You both stepped off the lift, standing in the shadow of an intimidating castle made of stone. Leon glances at you from his peripheral, "Ready?" he asks, unholstering his handgun. "As I'll ever be." you said, sighing.
You keep behind him, his body stiff and tense as he creeps forward, peeking into the corridor. He ushers you along, and into yet another room. Unfortunately, for both you and Leon, this room was huge. With only a few narrow walkways and staircases, and too many cultists to count, you were sure Leon would be outnumbered.
But what help would you be? A screaming girl, no use to him? You could hear him mutter some swears under his breath, his muscles tightening up as he drew in a deep breath. Water flowed freely beneath you, and you identified two valves on one side of the room.
"Leon, look!" you said, pointing to them. He sighed and reloaded his gun, "Cover your ears." he said, and you could see as he shot down many of the members into the water.
He ran forward once it was clear enough, and of course you followed. It was no use, however, as one of the cultists lifted you up. Almost too easily, you thought, but that remark was quickly pushed into the back of your mind as you began to kick and punch in the hopes of wrangling free from his grasp.
It was futile, you soon realized, and instead you began to yell for Leon. He was pinned the last time you saw him, as you were led out of the room and down a series of hallways.
A large, richly decorated room was where you were now. Shoved down to the floor in a cage. Extravagant as it may be, it did nothing to lull your mind into any sense of comfort. Now, you were alone, trapped, and absolutely screwed.
The cultists left you all by your lonesome. Well, almost. A few remained scattered around different parts of the room. You sat down, your knees hugged to your chest and head resting upon them.
A gunshot pierced through the air, making your ears ring. You covered them, wincing. One cultist fell to the ground, then another, and another. With every shot, a cultist fell. You began to worry if you were next, once all the cultists were gone.
Instead, no further gunshots rang out. Only a pair of footsteps. From your right side, you could see a figure. no taller than 5'7". It was a familiar clicking sound, the sound of heels against tile.
A pale woman, with silky looking black hair to her shoulders, came into view. The first thing you noticed was her face, then your eyes slid over the rest of her. A pretty red dress, a black harness, knee high boots.
You were shocked, to say the least. How did she get around dressed like that? She walked over and peered down at you, porcelain skin looking even paler in the light. She reached out to your hair and grabbed a bobby pin, folding it a different way and sticking it right into the lock.
The door creaked open, and she began walking away immediately. You followed behind her, "Excuse me?" you said, "Where are you going?" She glanced back at you and smirked, turning back around to continue walking. "Follow me and quit asking questions. I don't have time for it." You sped up your pace to match hers, hoping to keep up.
"All right." you muttered, staying beside her. The silence was loud between the two of you, and eventually she brought you to a staircase. It was old and raggedy, but it led to hole in the wall. You peered down into the room below, seeing Leon. You gasped, opening your mouth to say something. "Go on," she said. "Leon!" you yelled, grabbing his attention. He looked right at you, and you could see his breath catch in his throat as his gaze moved past your own and right to Ada.
It was a smug look she wore, almost satisfactory, with the way she stared right back. Her gaze caught yours and she motioned for you to follow, tugging you up off your knees.
Ada leads you down and right back to Leon, a comforting hand on your back the whole way. Leon rushes to you, hand coming to grasp your chin. He tilted your head left and then right.
Ada walked slowly behind you, almost cat like in her presence. Sharp, calculating. Taunting. Leon was more of a dog. Loyal, charming, and best of all, obedient. You, of course, were somewhere in the middle. Not calculating like Ada, and not charming like Leon.
"Been too long, Leon," Ada purred, words slow and soft as she sauntered up to him. "Not long enough." he muttered back, glancing to you. "Didn't you miss me?" she asked, long fingers tracing his back as she circled him. He shuddered at the contact, taking a step towards you. "Not at all."
Leon grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards him. Your palms found purchase on his shoulders, and you slipped behind him. Your eyes stayed on Ada the whole time, unable to tear them away from her. Sure, Leon was hot, and that part was undeniable, but her? God, you thought you had finally met a real life succubus.
Their bickering fell on deaf ears, and instead your mind was preoccupied with the most intimate of thoughts. Inappropriate considering the situation, sure, but you had needs just like anyone else.
You finally returned your focus to the conversation between the two of them, eyes almost glossy now. Ada's eyes met yours, deep and rich, and she smiled. "Look at them, Leon, can't even pretend they're not looking." she taunted, and for a moment you'd consider that she may be actually upset. But the low hum she let out and the small, almost unnoticeable grin she didn't dare let show told you exactly the opposite. "They're practically drooling over you."
His face flushed and he broke eye contact with her. "I'm not in high school, Ada." he hissed. "We have to be going now," he said, pulling you with him. You turned and left the room, Leon's hand still wrapped around your wrist.
Leon scoffed, rolling his eyes. "So what?" He seemed almost upset, seeing her lavish her flirtatious remarks and seductive glances all on you. Wasn't he special to her? "Aw, Leon. Don't tell me you have a little crush?"
He sighed, leaning against the cold stone wall. "Are you okay?" you ask, hand resting flat against his bicep. "Fine." he gritted out. He seemed tense, angry almost. You finally got the chance to really, really look at him. His arms were thick, sleeves taut against his biceps. He wasn’t even flexing, you realized, and they were still that big? Fuck. His thighs were strong, you were sure of that. Hands, big and veiny. It wouldn't take much for him to overpower you, that you could figure out, and you weren't all that opposed to the idea.
The warm light of a lit torch cast shadows on his handsome face, basking him in a warm glow.
Your eyes trailed along him, settling on the decent tent in his pants. You didn't look away for at least 20 seconds, eyes dragging right back up to his face. He was staring at you, face red with embarrassment. You knew, he knew.
"So..." You mumbled. You didn't have the chance to get anything else out, before Leon was on you. Your back pressed into the cold stone wall, his hand on your hip and the back of your neck. Lips pressed to yours, he groaned, hips pressing forward.
Your hands dragged up his back, feather light touches against his heated skin making him shiver. Your fingers found his hair, soft and thick between your digits. You pulled him closer, humming into his mouth.
You pressed against him, hand sliding down to feel him through his pants. His mouth stops moving, head resting on your shoulder as he lets himself feel good.
His lips part in a moan, his knee shifting to press against you through your pants. Your hand in his hair slid down to his chest, his cock jumping as you squeeze his pec.
He's embarrassed, leaking pre into his boxers like some virgin teen. An extra set of hands creeps up Leon's back, and he whips around. Ada stood there, smirking proudly. "What? Go on, don't let me stop you," she hums. Leon sputters, "Ada, I'm not-I, we-" she shushes him. "Don't lie to her and act all dominant. Give in, puppy," she presses on his shoulders from behind, forcing him on his knees in front of you. "Make them feel good, Leon, you know you can."
He whines, looking up at Ada. She pushes him forward. She wasn't asking him. She was telling him. His warm tongue pressed against you through your pants, big hands finding purchase on the fat of your thighs.
She carded her fingers through his hair, egging him on. Leaning over to you, her soft lips slotted against you, her soft breasts pressed to your chest. She tugged roughly on Leon's hair, "You could at least take their pants off," she scolded, "Such a lazy boy."
His big hands pawed at your pants, tugging them down just enough to expose your sex to his wanting gaze. His digits pressed into the fat of your thighs, pulling you closer like he needed you.
Your scent overtook his nostrils, almost fogging up his mind. He sure as hell wasn't going to complain, though. His tongue laid flat against your clit, and he could almost moan just at the feel of you and her so close.
He whined, unsatisfied, but never stopped. The knot in your stomach tightened, head falling back against the wall as you carded your fighters through Leon's soft hair. Of course, Ada noticed.
She smirked, almost cruelly, down at his flushed face. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, as he lapped eagerly at your sex. His hands went to snake back to your ass, but Ada stopped him. "Hands to yourself, Leon."
Noticed how your pretty face flushed an even deeper shade of red, lips parting to let out a spew of moans and praises. Your hands braced on one of her shoulders, leg lifting to rest on his. He held it up gingerly, tongue delving into your hole.
Eagerly, he took your bud past his swollen lips. His eyes closed in what you could only assume was bliss. "Wanna cum, honey? All over Leon's pretty face?" You nod, eyes still closed as his warm mouth brings you right to the edge.
The knot snaps, your fingers grab onto Leon's hair, pulling him as close as he can get, and Ada brings her fingers down to gather your slick on her finger before smearing it on her own lips.
Leon pulls away, drool and your slick smeared all over his cheeks and puffy lips. You give him a once over, eyes unfocused and dizzy from your orgasm.
"Now, Leon can have his reward, can't he? For being such a good boy?" She coos, fingers tracing your jaw. You nod, and she gives Leon a sidelong glance.
He remains on his knees, Ada still behind him and you still in front. "You're gonna ride him, okay?" She asks, and you nod yet again, sinking down to your knees to look him dead in his eyes.
He pulls you forward, settling you on his lap. His poor, untouched cock was surely leaking pre into his boxers by now. He forced your hips to grind down onto his, mouth falling open in an O.
His mouth went eagerly for yours, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, which he wasted no time on in putting in your own mouth. You ground down against him, and his lips faltered for a moment before he reciprocated again.
Ada also sinks to your level, slotting her torso against his back. Her fingers traced over his chest through his shirt, drawing a soft gasp from him.
"Please, I can't-i need it," he whines, blunt fingernails digging into your hips to bring them down against his aching member. You reached down just enough to undo his zipper, "Ada, can I? Please?" You mumbled, eyes searching hers for permission.
"Of course, honey. Look at the two of you," urgently, you free his heavy member from the confines of his now-ruined boxers. His tip was flushed red, and the trail that started right below his belly button made your mouth water.
You shimmy your pants the rest of the way off, legs sliding over his hips, dripping heat settled over his tip. You both look to Ada for permission, and receiving it, you slide down into him.
You could only fit about half of him, not having much prior experience, before you had to take a breather. Your face found its way to his neck, breathing him in, all of him. His fingers drummed on your hips, a sign he was trying not to blow his load already.
Ada slides behind you, reaching her hand around to your front. Her fingers glide over your clit, pressing lightly. She uses her other hand to move your hips, guiding you on Leon. Your mouth falls open, head resting on Ada's shoulders. You slide up, letting their combined force pull you back down to his base.
He wasn't a teenager anymore. He shouldn't be ready to cum just from being inside you. His eyes squeeze shut, head falling back. "Fuuuuck," he groans, hooking his fingers into your underwear. He snaps it against your skin.
Your hips rise and fall on Leon, Ada’s fingers continuously toying with your clit. His arms flex, holding so tightly onto you it seems like he's trying to ground himself. "Huh, ah-please-" he groans, hips shifting up to nudge against your cervix.
Your hands cling to his shoulders, wet skin slapping against his own. His cock jumps when you squeeze around him, mouth falling open. "Wait, don't do t-that-"
Ada hums, "Look at him, you're gonna make him cum, honey," you clamp down on him, the coil in your stomach tightening with each thrust up into you. Ada drags her tongue along your pulse point, teeth nipping at the soft skin there.
She catches her lip between her teeth, smiling. You couldn't bring yourself to meet her heated gaze, eyes screwing shut as Leon's cock throbbed and twitched. "Ada," he groans. "Can I cum? I can cum, right?" He asks, peeking thru his lashes. "That's pretty selfish, don't you think? Why should you get to cum before them, Leon?" Her fingers circle your clit a little harder now, and you grind into Leon.
Greedily, you chase your orgasm, hips rolling to meet his shallow thrusts while you press yourself into Ada's soft fingers. Manicured nails dig into your plush hips, right alongside his blunt ones. Dull from years of hard work.
But that wasn't your focus. Quite honestly, you couldn't find just one thing to focus on. The combined pressure of his cock filling you, along with her consistent circles on your sensitive bud, was drawing your orgasm closer and closer.
Leon pulls your chest against his, hands gripping onto you so tightly you might have a bruise there the next time you look. His face buries into your shoulder, whines and moans spilling from his lips. Whispered praises of your name fall from his mouth, eyes screwed shut so tight.
Your orgasm crashes over you, hips jerking on Leon's. Your walls clench down on him, tight around his spasming length. His orgasm follows right after, load spilling into you in thick ropes. He drags your hips off of his, cock slick with your mixed fluids and finally softening.
You drag your eyes up to where Ada was, signature smirk still ever-present on her face.
