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strawberrysnoopy · 3 months

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ACT ONE: The Photo Shoot, part one

prologue

summary of the series: for months, leon has been writhing in his bed dreaming of his friend's wife (you). he's been fighting the desperation for months until that one night you bring up a lingerie shoot you've done for a prestigious brand.

summary of this part: recalling the first time you and leon met, you've realized you've been poorly treated by your husband. leon is no different, in a toxic relationship with his wife, ada wong. as the seeds of resentment have begun to germinate, the desire for you grows like a brush fire nearby.

warnings: MENTIONS OF PUKE, BUT NOT ACTUAL PUKING, leon teaches you how to smoke (i don't wanna see no dumb stupid comments about "oh but leon hates smoking", well leon isn't disloyal but here we are), brief use of (adjective) girl (atta girl, good girl, silly girl), praise, mentions of misogyny (not from Leon ofc), awkward, tense ass convos, a fuckton of desc. and a little description, no sex (yet ;) ), cussing, descriptions of fucking, descriptions of masturbation, semi-public masturbation, almost caught masturbating, slight corruption kink (? if you squint), alcohol consumption, use of tobacco, smoking, implied sexual references, etc.

also a/n, writing this as of feb. 2nd, 2024: 60 notes?!!!!! i was writing this for my own personal pleasure but like...??!?! i got reblogged so many times?! im gagged, tysm you guys!!! making a playlist rn, so excited to release the soundtrack. if you see little random edits, i'm probably obsessing over the fic and trying to make it perfect lol/anticipate changes. i would also like to write I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING! always communicate with your partner, discuss issues, etc. this fic is just a lil’ taboo type of fantasy, do NOT cheat on your partners.

The first time you met Leon was at a grocery store: two weeks before your husband would have any idea of his existence and one week before he had invited Leon and his wife, Ada, over for dinner. You were picking up a bottle of red wine for you and your husband under the guise of wanting something nice for date night. The reality would actually be you were buying it for yourself after your husband decides you're not worth his affections anymore, lazily mosey on over to the spare room, and pull out his phone to text other women. The wine would be something to drink to inebriate you while you watched a shitty re-run of a sitcom from the 90s. Maybe if you got lucky, Golden Girls was on.

He was only browsing, stumbling upon the liquor section and staying to look if there would be anything worthwhile. And there was. It was you. He knew he had to think of something witty, something cool people say, before you left and thought he was some creep staring at you because he saw a smidgen of your breasts in a magazine. "You're a famous model, right?" He asked. Oh, how stupid he felt. He was a chronic overthinker: thinking of every last terrible scenario, a trait he picked up after becoming an agent. This had certainly felt like one of the worst options he picked, especially with how you would-- You interrupted him. "Yeah, that's me." The subtle sweetness, the slight rasp in your voice was better than anything any street drug could offer with the amount of dopamine flooding into his brain: overloading every neuron, synapse, dendrite, and cell membrane in his body.

But for whatever reason, he stretched his hand outwards and lazily grinned towards you. "I'm Leon." "Nice to meet you. Well, I'd say my name but y'know..." He nodded in an awkward agreement before you could even finish your sentence, but not daring to go as far to interrupt you. He felt as if he already started off the conversation with a cumbersome beginning. "Right, right. So, that's your real name? I see a lot of models use stage names n' stuff like that." He adjusts his weight from one foot to the other, switching the hand holding his grocery basket from his right to his left. He felt so...awkward around you. Maybe it was the fact you were a famous model, or maybe it was the fact you were just so calm. The joke causes a soft chuckle to leave your lips and the mere look of a fleeting moment of bliss to cross over your features makes his knees turn into gelatin. Those nerves solidify into stone when the overwhelming sense of guilt hits him like a tidal wave but allows it to wash over him for the sake of continuing the conversation.

"Yeah, just my regular name. I'm not that creative outside of modeling. Usually the photographers do the thinking and the creative processes for me." He chuckled, shaking his head and barely moving himself a little closer. Leon wanted to sink in that gentle, warm, and soft presence you carried around with you. Your aura felt comforting: like a hug after a tough day: it had felt so much more different than his wife. True, Ada could be affectionate but that's usually only after something good has happened to her or Leon was her last resort of attention. He really hated how much he would act like an obedient dog, awaiting her arrival home, coming back to her after she's treated him like dirt. You? You felt so goddamn altruistic and considerate. And he's only known you for three minutes.

You notice he's gone silent and you're silently hoping he thought you were cool. Cool. Like a teenager trying to fit in. You silently cringe at yourself until he smiles at you, almost like he's signaling you to continue the conversation. You can't think of any conversation starters. And you're a model for gods sake. You're usually so outgoing and social with other people but now it's like a cat came by and stole your voice box. Thankfully, he takes over that portion for you. "Buying wine?" He knew it was dry as all hell but he wanted to steer the conversation away from him being a fan of your modeling gigs. No, he just wanted to talk to you and discover what you were like behind the camera. (Okay, and maybe he wanted to see if you'd flirt with him.) "Yup. But I'm just buying wine for..." You paused, about to say 'for me and my husband' but your throat becomes dry whenever you feel like you're about to announce it to him. "...Myself."

He smiles. He likes that you're awkward in real life. The fact made you feel more real, like you weren't just some sexy model with expensive tastes and a bratty attitude. You were a person like anyone else.

"Right. Me too, just uh...just browsing." You nod, fidgeting anxiously with the sleeves of the coat you decided to toss on last minute before leaving the house.

The conversation went on to end when you eventually realized you would be home late. Although you thought that worrying your husband a little would be the thing that reignited the spark in your marriage, you knew that punctuality was a habit you'd like to upkeep. That, and you also knew if you talked to this handsome stranger for longer, you'd cheat on your husband. That night, Leon had fallen asleep to the thought of you for the first time. Soft little visions of pressing his lips against yours, caressing your cheek softly and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, etc, etc, cheesy lovey dovey bullshit. So much more different than the truly filthy thoughts he had about you nowadays. You're torn from your conversation with your friends when you make eye contact with him. You can practically feel his eyes travel from the hair at the highest point on your head to the very last bit of your black, leathery heels with perfect pretty pearls embellished on the pump. For a moment, you feel like you're trapped in some type of horny labyrinth while you stare longingly at him.

He's ripped out of his own longing by the feeling of your husband's hand slapping his back. Ada sat beside Leon with her arm protectively wrapped around his bicep. You felt as if the gesture were a signal to everyone at the party that Leon belonged to her. He was under her control, nobody else's. Or maybe the protective message was for her husband, as if he was an unruly friend to her husband. And you could agree with that. You fell in love with your husband because he was wild and care-free but after the diamond ring was slipped onto your ring finger, you realized he was also carefree in the sense that hurt you: talking to other women behind your back, and leaving for days at a time only to come back inebriated. But you stood by his side, no matter what. You hated how you felt like a doormat but you didn't know what else to do besides stay married and play the role of an oblivious wife while your husband fucks other women in various positions. In a way, you and Leon sat in the same loveless boat. Who knew when that same boat would be shaking from the violence of the both of you fucking, clothing pulled out and to the side instead of being fully taken off. Your thoughts become interrupted by an unmistakably handsome voice.

"Hey."

You feel a hand being placed upon your lower back except it's so much more different than your husband's. The palms were rough, callouses inside the nooks and crannies, and pulsing veins make you all dizzy if you thought about it for too long. His voice was dampened with some undertone of lust, his fingers prodding into the skin of your sides. He's always been a little too handsy for a man that's supposed to happily married. But you always figured touch was how he communicates: touch. But he's never touchy with your husband. Or any of your friends. And he missed you? Sure, your're friends due to the fact your husband was friends with Leon. (Even though you met him first, but I digress.) The simple phrase had your mind reeling, cheeks flushed red due to the hidden intimacy of it all. His wife shoots him a look and his hand immediately retreats back to his side, fighting the urge to palm the engorged erection struggling against the seam of his boxers. "Haven't seen you in so long, hm? Thought you disappeared on me for a minute." He's holding his facade of being totally and irrevocably in love with Ada up and steady. Like he had no feelings for you other than being friends.

"Of course not." You murmur, feeling a hearty chuckle reverberate from his chest. He takes his index finger and his thumb and gently swiping it against your chin.

"Atta girl." And of course, with how hoarse his voice is, your panties are instantly puddled with a thick pool of arousal. You hate his stupid, thick, sexy, and deep voice. You especially hate his voice whenever you imagine him degrading and praising you whenever your husband was away and you just happened to have your hand down your underwear, playing with your clit to ease the throbbing impulses you felt for Leon. He gives your back a single pat before moving back to stand beside his wife. You really hate that you feel jealousy flare like wildfire within you, but you brush it off.

Everyone would eventually be drawn to the several dining tables that were arranged in a group and had golden candlesticks and smooth white tablecloths on top. Once you are seated, you observe that Leon appears to be striving extra hard to guarantee his place beside you. He looks right at you for a brief moment. And only then can you see, just a hint of thirst sprouting in his eyes, before he glances away from you and gives Ada a quick smile while patting her thigh.

It's only a few minutes before Leon decides to break the awkward silence.

"How's that modeling gig going?" You nod, gulping down way too much champagne.

"Good, been going good. Have to admit it gets a little boring posing in front of the camera after a while but can't bite the hand that pays you, right?" You joke, and the table laughs with some sense of jealousy. "Nice to hear. What was your latest shoot?" He asked, leaning forward in a sudden rush of intrigue. Then those words pass your lips. Words he had never anticipated, even in his wildest guess (oddly.)

"A lingerie shoot. For Chanel." The table goes quiet. And everyone, including your dumb-ass husband, look at you. Someone (Ada) clears their throat in the dining room, hinting at you to elaborate and it's almost like you suddenly developed to ability to hear from light years away.

Leon, who had just finally got his goddamn boner under control feels his cock twitch back to life, fully hard instead of a semi this time. And correct him if he's wrong, but he starts to feel pre-cum smearing his dress pants. He's thankful he chose the black slacks instead of his lighter colored ones otherwise this would be downright humiliating.

"Sorry, um...I did an intimates photo-shoot for Chanel a few weeks ago for their new line of clothing." That seems to help lighten the mood a lot more because everyone goes back to their conversation with their respective friends, the embarrassing "confession" from you immediately leaving their minds. "The theme was Overtime. Like, staying later in the office with my shirt unbuttoned and stuff. Nothing that interesting."

The table simultaneously nodded, Leon going as far to excuse himself for a cigarette.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go have a smoke." Leon scoots out from his seat, heading towards the upstairs balcony to take care of business. Asshole, leaving me with his mean ass wife.

You decide to join him outside.

The air had finally gotten too tense, felt too judgmental for your taste. Scampering outside, you're met with the sight of Leon smoking a cigarette outside. That's odd: you've usually pegged him to be the straight-laced, no-nonsense type of man yet here he was, smoking a cigarette while leaning against the balustrade of their friend's top floor home. At the sound of the balcony door opening, he turns his head to see what you're doing out here. His eyes scan you, almost like he would while he's in combat but it's more or less to get another glimpse of the outfit you were wearing tonight. Okay, and maybe he wanted to commit the sight of you to memory.

"You alright?" He asked, trying his best to look straight forward when you step closer and cross your arms over the balustrade.

"M'fine, just needed a minute of fresh air, I think." When you sit beside Leon, there's a few things you notice. The first was his outfit. A white button-up that usually would be covered by his black suit jacket, though he left it behind on his chair in the dining room. There's also mentioning his blacks slacks, fitting his muscular thighs a bit tight but loose enough so they're comfortable. Then there's the dress shoes, ones he wore at his wedding due to how overly formal they looked. Maybe he wanted to get some more use out of them? Who knows.

"What about you? Why are you out here?" You decided to be the one to take the reigns since the air outside had become incredibly awkward as well. "Same. Thought I'd take a minute of fresh air, you know?" The second thing you notice about Leon is how much he calms you. More importantly, how much you never noticed that you were anxious when you were around others. He had this aura of relaxing or maybe you were just buzzed, who knows that either? Maybe it's the cigarette, speaking of...

"I haven't smoked since college. Cigarettes, I mean. Don't think I even know how to do it anymore." The confession makes his head tilt to the side, now taking more of an interest in the conversation than before. He grinned wolfishly, taking your chin in one of his thick and strong hands and pulling your head forward. For a second, you could almost be dumb enough to think he'd be moving in for a kiss. Of course not. You'd never be that lucky. "Open f'me, sweetheart." And like an obedient puppy, you opened your mouth just enough so your pretty pink-shaded lips could be parted. He placed the cigarette on your lip, the moisture making the filter stay in your mouth alongside his index and middle finger holding it up, thumb brushing your chin. Little hazes of grey smoke dance along your tongue without even taking a sip of the smoke yet, your lips trembling with a lustful agony. "Now close your mouth..." He whispered, his damp and hot and horny breath hitting your ear like an affectionate declaration of love. "And inhale."

You close your lips around the cigarette, faintly tasting the flavor of him where he had sucked on the cigarette. You got notes of citrus, rum or some expensive, top-shelf label of whiskey he used to help quell the pain he experienced on grueling missions, tobacco, and maybe even the slightest hint of his wife's lipstick. Chanel's Rogue Allure, if you had to guess correctly. "...Now hold it..."

You held it. "Silly girl." He whispered, pulling the cigarette away from your lips while you slowly exhaled the rest of the smoke you've been holding in your mouth and then some. You can't tell if it's because of the alcohol, Leon's presence, or your mere anxiety but you begin to feel dizzy. Thankfully Leon seems to swoop in with his questions to keep your head in the game. Bless him.

"Why'd you need a minute, huh?"

For a minute there, you didn't know how to respond. Looking down at the leathery pumps you chose for the evening, you begin to wonder why you even chose them instead of answering his question. But you answered him. Eventually.

"I'm just tired. This whole night just seems a bit…” You gesture to the party in the background. “Fake. I don’t want to be here."

He hummed in agreement, but it felt like more of a signal for you to keep going. "I'm also just terrible at making conversation. Especially when it's awkward and silent."

His eyes flicker down to the pumps he'd already stared at tonight, not finding an interest in them anymore than your own body. He tucked his lip between his teeth, pulling the pink flesh away from his mouth before he spoke up again. "You're not that bad, you know? I think you're pretty good. How about this?" He pauses. Then a beat passes.

"Tell me something true. Tell me something you wouldn't brag to anyone about." He moved his cigarette to rest on the balustrade instead of the space between his fingers. "Something that's yours...and only yours."

You look at Leon with wide eyes, mouth agape as you struggle to answer his question. Your eyes rake down his face from the space between his eyebrows to his parted, pink lips: just a little chapped from the cold chill of the night air. You wanted to kiss him. All of those times you've had him over for dinner, all of those times you've spent with your hand down your panties while your husband was away on "business": dreaming of his best friend, Leon, and god, all of those times you thought about throwing caution to the wind and leaning in to press your lips against his: the sum of all of those moments had you quivering for more.

But you'd never cheat. You have a reputation. You have a husband that gifted you the pretty diamond ring on your finger. But how did it always feel so...impossible? Like you couldn't live another day if you weren't able to fuck Leon like a rabid dog in heat. But he was staring at you, almost as if his eyes were laser beams and searing holes into your skin: you had to answer.

"I don't know what I could tell you that's only mine." You chew on your lip. "Huh. How about..."

How about the fact I wanna kiss you? I wish it was you I was in bed with rather than my stupid, cheating husband? The fact you are so much hotter than him?

"I hate being a trophy." And that brings the biggest grin on Leon's face. A massive shit-eating grin. Leon had gone stir crazy. He wanted to peel your entire being open, see all of the nooks and crannies of your soul and devour it whole. But now wasn't the time to scare you away: even if he wanted to fuck you, you were still a friend to him. So he calmed down. "I can't say that's too surprising. I mean, who would? Being able to be pretty and have money being tossed at you is nice until you want something deeper. Then it seems like one of the only things that are scarce in your life."

You nod, letting out a breath of consolation. "That's exactly how I feel. Like my only purpose is to sit still, look pretty, serve my husband, and be a hole when he needs it."

His eyes become downcast, looking down at the garden on the ground level of the restaurant. "I get what you mean." The moment was interrupted by a waiter peeking out on the two of you: head poked outside of the door that lead to the outside area. He pulls his hand away from your soft skin and back to his side, sighing wistfully that tonight wouldn't be the night he gets to act on his desires for you. Damn it all to hell.

"You should head back. I'll be back, yeah?" You nod and within a few seconds, you've returned to your spot at the dinner table. He sighs, hand slipping down to palm at his erection. Fuck. Can't go back like this.

Just resist. You're just another woman. You have a husband, He thinks to himself, I'm married to a lovely woman. I am a faithful husband. The silent mantra he practices on himself works about as well as a band-aid on a bullet hole. Resist. God, but you looked so pretty tonight. That cute jewelry set you wore with your little black dress? Hot. The smoothness of your skin?

Resist.

But he can't stop picturing you on your knees in front of him, sucking on his cock. The sounds your perfect, wet mouth would make. How he'd ease himself down your throat. How you'd whine.

Resist.

Or how about when he could be fucking his cock into your tight, wet, and warm cunt? The tip of his dick kissing your cervix? Or what about the positions he could force your body into? Like having his arm around your throat, bicep curling into your mouth to muffle your moans from his wife hearing? Or how one of his hands would be gripping your hips while he needily plowed into your pussy, while you begged him to let up. Resist.

Resist.

Fuck it.

In the few moments after he's excused himself from you, he's already rushing to the upstairs bathroom of the restaurant: thanking the holy beings above for making it a single stall bathroom for his jerking pleasure. He hastily unbuckles his belt with one hand, other hand impulsively opening Twitter as a first resort to find some fashion fanatic post about the slutty lingerie photo-shoot you did for Chanel. Alas, you're still a bit of an undiscovered goddess in the modeling industry at the moment: so Google is his next best option. He pulls out his half-hard but hardening cock from his jeans before he can even find your photo-shoot and gives it a quick few pumps to ease the throbbing that's starting to build up in his loins. Eventually, he finds it. Thank fucking god because the creativity for his fantasies are beginning to run quite dry. And instantly he's grunting and groaning while he strokes his cock and scrolls through the multiple scandalous photos the photographers took of you.

"Fuck." He winces in pleasurable agony as he stares at quite possibly his favorite photo of you. The photo was in black and white: theme being "Overtime" like you mentioned. The white button up shirt was undone, revealing you had nothing on underneath, and allowed for the side of your perfect breasts to be revealed. If he squinted just a little harder, he could see your puffy nipples threatening to peek out of the shirt. He tried squinting a little harder to see your nipples a little easier. And oh my god. You have piercings?! He almost shot his entire load on the spot. God, he needed to fuck you. And hard. He groans as he feel himself get closer to orgasm. Closer, and closer, until--

"Leon?"

Fuck. It was you. God, of course you're so goddamn sweet, checking up on him to make sure he's okay. He didn't dare stop stroking himself off, especially not when he's got jerk-worthy material of you almost catching him. That's also not mentioning the soft intonations of your almost innocent voice right there. He's trying not to cum too quick, wanting to savor those images for as long as he could but he also realized his wife might start asking some questions and she wouldn't be on the other side of the door if she came upstairs. "F-fuck, yeah?" He responded after much too long of hearing your sweet voice. "Did you need something?" "Are you okay? I just got worried when you left. You've been gone for like..." You check your wristwatch: a classic and dainty Timex from the 80s with a blank band that wrapped around your wrist snugly.

"Fifteen minutes. Do you need water? Ibuprofen?" He shakes his head as if you could see him while he continues to jerk himself off, hand swirling in a sort of cranking motion as he tries to work his cock to orgasm. But his pre-cum isn't coming out fast enough, not as fast as the pumping motions his hand was doing right now, so he spits in his hand before bringing his palm back down to his cock and lathering his dick in spit. You believe him enough to think he might be getting ready to vomit.

"Nah, jus'...ngh, drank too much, I think." Please keep talking, He selfishly thinks to himself. "Oh, okay. Well, if you need anything, just text me?" He nodded, grunting out a thank you while he continues to dream of ruthlessly fucking you until you're embedded into his mattress. He wants you. He needs you. He feels himself get a little closer until he finally releases into his fist. His hot and sticky cum ran down his palm while the waves of post-orgasmic bliss and post-nut clarity simultaneously moved together as one. For a few minutes, he's panting like a rabid dog in heat until his breath eventually stills and he's able to walk downstairs and look his wife in the face while giving her the impression that he definitely didn't just masturbate to his best friend's wife. When he sits down at the table, the first person he makes eye contact with is you. You smile at him, mouthing a "you okay?" because, of course, you're still worried about him being sick. He nods with a grin peeled onto his face. Because he came to the sound of your voice. And you didn't have a fucking clue.

credits: snoopy divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more heart divider by @saradika-graphics

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nexysworld · 11 months

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A Real Gamer Moment

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Pairing: Ada & Fem!Reader x RE4Gamer!Leon

Summary: You and Ada decide to give Leon some under the desk support to help with his DBD losing streak.

Tags: NSFW, Smut, FMF Threesome, blowjobs, nipple play, face sitting, P in V sex, no use of Y/N, girls kissing girls, use of pet names like Daddy, Princess etc., not beta read, PWP

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“Fuck this fucking Killer!” You heard through the thin walls of your apartment, immediately breaking you out of your attempt to fall asleep. It was Leon again, obviously on a losing streak – not unusual for him at this time of the night if you were honest. In all areas of life Leon was cool as a cucumber, stoic even when upset…but losing his competitive games? Nothing seemed to set him off more.

It was kind of funny actually, seeing him get so riled up over just a game, and maybe even a little hot too, seeing that side of him. Listening quietly, you heard the telltale sign of Ada’s squeaky door opening and closing, footsteps padding down the hallway.

“Will you keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.” Ada’s voice was flat and stern.

“I’m trying, but it’s hard with this fucking sweaty ass killer. Such bullshit!” He yelled in response, huffing as he tapped his fingers angrily against his desk.

“Well maybe that’s because you main as the twinky cop kid. Do better and stay quiet. Some of us have adult-people jobs we have to function for.” You didn’t need to be there to hear her eyes roll.

You knew how it was going to end, either you left them alone to argue further delaying your own sleep, or, you’d act as mediator – also further delaying your own sleep. Fingers coming to pinch the bridge of your nose, you had to make a split second decision on which option was the better one.

Hauling your legs over the side of your bed, you made your groggy way to the center bedroom of the hall, lightly opening the already cracked door further. “Guys….can we seriously not do this again? Leon, it’s just a game you don’t have to be so loud.”

“I’m sorry ok. Just let me do one more round, I don’t want to end the night on a losing streak.” He said, clicking to set up another game already.

Ada, clearly unamused, went to say something but you cut her off to prevent further escalation. “Ok, one more round, alright? I’ll even stay and be your good luck charm.” You offered with a smile, wrapping your arms lightly over his shoulders from behind.

“Thank you Doll. That’s probably why I got a shit killer in the first place. Hard to play without my good luck charm.”

Ada scoffed, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. “I’m staying too, but only to make sure you actually keep your promise. If you don't, I'm taking the power cord with me.”

Things were already off to a bad start and you could feel Leon tensing under you. This killer was the same as the previous round, and the other survivors seemed to be incompetent to the utmost conceivable degree. “Stop healing me!” Leon groaned at the monitor, clicking his mouse so hard you thought it might break. Looking over to Ada you gave her a knowing look.

She shook her head in return as if to say ‘no way!’ You shot back with a pleading look of your own. The other woman’s body language relaxed despite the huff she let out as she got up.

Unraveling your arms from Leon’s shoulder’s, the man didn’t even seem to notice as you made your way under the desk. While you’d be considered more of a ménage à trois than true roommates, having had many romps in the bedroom, this was new. Never before had you tried to calm one of Leon’s gaming outbursts in such a manner.

Ada replaced you at his shoulders, using her hands to massage into his muscles, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “You’re too predictable when you play.” She cooed in his ear, nipping at the shell.

Leon huffed in response, not moving his eyes from the screen, ignoring the shiver that ran down his spine at the sensation. Between Ada and his focus on the game, it left him open to your own advances. Thankful he was only in his boxers, you reached up gently tugging his softened cock from the confines of his underwear and licked your lips.

You gave it a few quick pumps before leaning forward to lap at the tip giving kitten licks to the sensitive head. Leon let out a hiss in response, jumping slightly once he realized what was happening. “Shit. What do you two think you’re doing?” He asked, jolting slightly in his seat.

“Just offering some gaming moral support.” You said, continuing to pump his cock as you teased the head with your tongue.

“If that’s supposed to be me getting moral support then I’m in a lot of trouble.” He said, letting out an awkward noise. “Almost got me killed.”

“Did we really?” Ada cooed, running her downs down to his chest gently running her fingers over the hardening buds of his nipples. The sensation caused him to buck forward slightly onto your tongue, cock almost fully hard now.

“We’re just trying to help, Daddy~” The use of that pet name was going to be the death of him. Returning to his cock, this time you cleaned the oozing precum off with your tongue before swallowing him all the way in one movement.

“Ah…I…fuck. You two are evil.” He said, hands gripping tighter on his mouse, still determined to make a comeback before the round ended. You didn’t stop your assault on his cock, loving the feel of him twitching against your tongue. The sounds of his rough breathing echoed in the otherwise silent room, getting louder as you worked him over.

“Poor boy, you seem a little uncomfortable.” Ada said, continuing to tweak at his nipples with one hand, and moving her other to run along his abs. “So tense. Maybe we need to try harder to help you relax?”

“Is that right? What do you have in mind?” He grunted, sounding a little winded.

“What if I did this…?” Her hand moved from his abs to his crotch as she circled to the side of the chair for easier access. With a gentle touch she kneaded at his balls through the fabric of his boxers while you continued your own assault on his cock.

You hummed around Leon’s cock, taking it all the way to the base in one movement before slowly bobbing your head, eyes locked with hers noting the smirk on her face.

“Fuck!” Leon leaned back, neither Ada or you letting up. His determination to complete the round was dwindling, but luckily for the two of you, so was any thought about his losing streak as well.

“That’s it, just let go baby. Focus only on us.” Ada whispered, licking her lips as she began pressing kisses onto his stomach in tandem with the movement of her hand.

Neither of you said anything else, both waiting to see what he’d do. Leon’s head rested back on the chair, both hands now gripping the armrests. Body strung tight, you knew he was reaching that point of no return. A few moments later, you could hear him groan as hot cum filled your mouth.

“Such a good girl for you, isn’t she?” Ada asked, patting your head.

“Such a good fucking girl.” He agreed, no thought of the game left.

Ada moved out of the way, giving Leon room to roll his chair back. He helped you up as he stood before removing his boxers completely, cock still half hard. He laid back on his bed, propping himself up with his elbows.

Bringing her hand up under your silk nightshirt, Ada cupped your breast in her hand making you let out a small moan, the taste of Leon still on your tongue as she turned your head to kiss you. Her other hand sunk down into your panties, rubbing circles over your clit, making you moan into her mouth.

“Come here Princess, wanna give you a reward for being so good.” He motioned for you to join him on the bed.

Before letting you go, Ada helped remove your clothing, making a show of sliding the fabric off your body between kissing your soft skin. Freed of the fabric you crawled up onto the bed, straddling his waist so you could lean down to kiss him on the lips. “Such a pretty girl. Come sit on my face.” He said tugging at your hips so you’d move further upwards. Heat and slick abundant between your thighs, you didn’t need to be told twice, crawling up under your were hovering over his face.

He gleefully wrapped both arms around your thighs tugging you down until he was buried in your wet cunt, immediately going to work sucking on your clit. Heady moans left your mouth as you clung to the headboard for support.

Ada with her own agenda made quick work of her pajamas joining you two on the bed. Leon’s cock was at full mast again, and she wasted no time tossing her legs over him, teasing the tip of it at her slit, rubbing it back and forth. She let out a suppressed moan each time it would rub against her own clit. Once she felt it thoroughly coated enough she sank herself down onto him.

Instinctively Leon bucked his hips upward almost throwing Ada off balance, but she steadied herself rolling her hips in an even pattern.

Head fucked out and hazy, Leon had to put some extra focus into devouring you like a man starved. He adjusted to tongue fuck your hole, nose bobbing against your clit, the stimulation overwhelming with pleasure. Obscene squelching noises and the sound of skin slapping were heard behind you as Ada picked up the pace.

“Fuck…fuck…Daddy you make me feel so good fuck…” You whined and wanted to grind your hips down at your own pace, not being able to within Leon’s grasp.

Sensing your struggle, Leon eased up a bit and instead used his arms to support you and let you move freely. “Princess I want you to cum for me, please fuck Daddy’s face.” He said, voice strained by his own pleasure. You obliged the request, rutting yourself down onto his tongue, heat and pleasure feeling like they were about to snap at the very center of your core.

“I think she’s almost there.” Ada added, stilling her movements on his cock so she could lean forward, to suck kisses into your neck and play with your nipples adding as much stimulation as she could.

“Close, so fucking close.” You moaned, biting your lip in anticipation.

“Cum for us Princess, Daddy needs to feel you juices all over his face.” Ada cooed in your ear.

That was all it took, orgasm washing over you as you cried out in pleasure. Barely able to keep yourself up, feeling small aftershocks tremble through your clit, you flopped over next to Leon panting.

“Good girl.” He praised again. “Good fucking girl, you just rest now f’me ok?” He said to you, turning his attention back to Ada. He grabbed her by her hips and fucked up into her, giving her the chance to touch her own needy bundle of nerves, a mewled whine escaping her mouth.

Somehow despite the compromising position she still looked composed and serene, something you admired. Clearly though she was far closer than she let on as it didn’t take much longer before she and Leon were cumming together at the same time.

Watching the look on Ada's face as her head tilted back, mouth slightly agape, you couldn't help but feel yourself getting horny again.

Once she was off of him, you decided to see how far Leon could go this time. You grabbed his softening cock, covered in cum and slick, slowly stroking it in your hand. He whimpered in response to the overstimulation. You stopped and looked back at him "What do you say, one more round, please?"

Leon groaned, pulling you back so he could pepper your face with kisses. "Shit baby, no offense but I need a moment to recover. For right now I'm sure Ada would be happy to play."

"Mhm, that I would." Ada said coolly, pulling you into another kiss. All thoughts of gaming, work, and sleep were left behind, in favor for a long night of play.

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