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dustyrkives · 4 months ago

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Twice The Trouble

PAIRING: Ada Wong x fem reader x Carla Radames

WARNINGS: Ada Wong, Carla Radames, car chase, scientist r, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, public sex, dry humping (Ada), marking, choking, clit-slapping, cum-eating

SYNOPSIS: Trapped between a rogue scientist and the woman she was meant to become, you find yourself in a chase that’s just as deadly as it is intoxicating. Bullets fly, tempers flare, and desire smolders—but with Ada Wong and Carla Radames both vying for you, the real danger might just be who gets to you first.

MEN, MINORS DNI

"I find it unfair that you're at the back with her while I take the wheel." Carla sneers as she slams on the gas, the car accelerates, pushing you and Ada back against the seats.

Ada merely smirks and cocks her assault rifle. "You dragged us into this mess, Carla." She points the rifle towards your oncoming assailants. "It's only fair that I get to have some quality time with your favorite scientist."

The clone rolls her eyes, "You're insufferable."

"Right back at you." The Mercenary guffaws while you both duck to avoid the barrage of bullets aimed at you and the car.

"Will you both stop it!" You barked as the wind violently blasted against your body, knocking you back against the backseat as Ada provided cover while Carla swiftly controlled the car.

This wasn’t how you imagined your day would go—caught between two deadly women, bullets flying, and your own creation coming back to haunt you.

Simple.

You are Carla's co-creator, and the mercenary tracked you down to interrogate you about her clone that's parading around the streets of Lanshiang.

And being trapped with the two of them in a chase and trying your best to survive is rather... exhilarating at best. Especially when they argue and pass jabs at each other like children–a rare feat that you haven't seen Carla possess, if you're correct about your assumption about Ada's personality–then the same goes for your findings.

Not to mention–vying for your attention.

A yelp leaves your lips as Carla snappily takes a sharp turn, dragging you to the lady in red who smirks as your body is flushed against hers. "Easy there, scientist. I thought you were with Carla."

Your eyes widen, and your cheeks turn red. "W-what?!"

"Relax, doll." Ada gently pushes you away from her as she aims her gun at another oncoming vehicle–the captain. "This goes to show that you truly created a woman of my likeness." She looks at you, amused. "Because it just so happens that we have the same taste for women."

"Oh, really?" You snort while you look at the rear-view mirror and meet Carla's gaze, who merely shoots you a wink. You clear your throat as Carla speeds through traffic while you turn your gaze toward the new number of vehicles–Carla's backup.

"That should keep him busy for a while." The lady clad in blue smirks while Ada slumps against the backseat, craning her neck to look at you and curling two fingers, beckoning you to come to her. "For what?"

"Just do as I say, darling."

Your brows pinch together, and Ada loses her patience. The older woman grabs your wrist, pulling you close to her. Her eyes now a shade darker, glazing with need.

"Oh–" Flustered, you look at anywhere but her. "No, Ada–we're being chased!"

"Tension makes things more fun, don’t you think?" She purrs, her gloveless fingers grazing your thigh, heat spreading through your skin despite the chaos around you.

She swiftly takes off her other glove and teasingly slips through your dress–yes, dress.

Carla's eyes snap towards the two of you through the rearview mirror, her eyes narrowing at the sight, and the pressure in between her legs grows as you hang onto Ada's strong, slender shoulders. Your pleas fall on deaf ears, flying away with the wind. Ada's index finger pushes your underwear to the side, deft fingers quickly rubbing the folds of your cunt. You gasp, feeling the warm pads of her fingers rubbing you, warming you up.

A vile smile graces Ada's lips, watching as you flush beneath her gaze; a tent grows in her skin-tight pants–but that will be relieved for later.

With two, slender and well-manicured fingers, she quickly thrusts her fingers in your core without warning.

A loud moan befalls your lips, throwing your head back as the mercenary didn't waste time and immediately fucks her fingers into you. And it doesn't help that any bumps and turns have you seeing stars. You hide your face at the crook of Ada's neck as you ride her digits with one hand while the other secures around your waist.

"That's it," Ada coos, "Keep riding my fingers, baby. Who knew a prim and proper lady like you was into exhibitionism?"

"S-shut up–ah!" Ada cuts you off as her fingers rub against your walls, alternating between circulating her fingers in circles and thrusting. "What was that, hm?" The latter arches a brow before looking at Carla, who's witnessing all of this in the rearview mirror. "Enjoying the show?" Ada smirks as she hikes your dress up for Carla to see what she's doing to you–her clone's eyes widen, her hands visibly grip the steering wheel.

"Eyes on the road," Ada commands as she fastens her hand's pace, her palm jutting against your clit–the sudden impact has you throwing your head back, breathy moans being silenced by the wind as you move your hips, shamelessly meeting her fingers.

"We got company." Carla barks, her voice deep and husky. “Hurry!”

Your eyes, though half-lidded, spot the familiar car that is chasing you–your pulse drums against your ears, adrenaline and pleasure coursing through your veins as Ada clicks her tongue and mercilessly pistons her wrist. Your eyes nearly cross as Ada finds the spongey spot and repeatedly targets the vulnerable area.

Your walls clench around Ada’s fingers; moans and mewls tumble from your lips before Ada finally withdraws her fingers, eliciting a weak whimper from you; you grind your exposed pussy against her clothed bulge—Ada decides to settle for the friction as she guides your hips’ movements to relieve the tension in her pants.

Ada’s eyes flutter close as she grinds her hips against your sopping wet pussy. Small, wanton moans leave her lips; her gloved hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying pressure—your eyes flutter, and your jaw slacks, letting out the most melodious cries of ecstasy.

Your walls clench on nothing while your folds flutter at each contact with Ada’s throbbing clothed cock, soiling her pants.

“Fu-fuck, nearly there, doll—nghh.”

She guides your hip movements, bucking her clothed member against your slick folds as you both grind against each other. Her nails dig against the skin of your hips, and the wetness from earlier that coats her hand smears against your skin.

You tighten your grip on the older woman's shoulders as you grind against her with abandon. Finally, Ada's eyes roll to the back of her head, nutting in her pants while white-hot pleasure takes over your body–gushing on Ada's already–ruined pants just in time for Carla to drive the car into another building with more backup cars and men driving past the vehicle you three are in.

Shifting the brake, Carla abruptly stops the car, causing you to nudge against Ada, who in turn just presses kisses all over your exposed neck while the former exits the car with a slam and opens the back car door, eyes half-lidded and gleaming with hunger as she looks down at the two of you–panting for oxygen.

"It's your turn to take the wheel, Ada." The clone says brusquely. The latter merely chuckles and leans close to press a quick kiss against your lips and gently removes you from her lap. As she stands beside Carla, she smears your slick on her left cheek.

Both of you and Carla stiffen at the gesture–your cheeks burn with embarrassment while Ada's lips morph to a vile grin as she enters the passenger seat and cleans her fingers with her tongue. "Are you going to get in, or will I just leave you to the BSAA?" Ada mocks, snapping the former from her stupor as she gets in the backseat–Ada immediately puts the car in gear and drives off to the exit, just in time for the pursuer to be bombarded with more enemies.

Carla wastes no time and immediately assaults your neck with kisses and bites, her red scarf dances aggressively with the wind as Ada drives the car through the highway.

You tilt your head back, giving her more access to your skin while her warm hands pry your legs open. Her hand gives your sopping pussy a slap, making you jolt in bliss. She does this again, and again, and again until you're reduced to a mewling mess, begging for her to fuck her fingers into you.

A cruel smile plays on the clone's lips as she teasingly rubs the seams of your folds, watching it flutter and throb with twisted delight.

"C-Carla, please." You grind yourself against her fingers, hoping to relieve the heat in between your legs.

The latter finally decides to have mercy on you and comments: "Greedy thing. Ride my fingers."

You obey with shaky legs, straddling her lap. With her other hand, she secures it around your waist, pressing you flush against her. Red pools on your cheeks as your eyes land on her exposed cleavage. Carla grins and kisses your shoulder before finally thrusting her fingers inside you.

Overstimulation shoots through your legs as she pumps in and out of your squelchy cunt relentlessly. She smirks against your shoulder. You cry out, fingers latching onto the back of her scarf as Ada makes a sharp turn, you'd be flying off the car with your panties lowered to your thighs if it wasn't for Carla's arm around your waist.

"Duck," The latter commands and you obey just in time for the same car to shoot at your vehicle.

"Goodness," Carla remarks as she peers over her shoulder. "I'll deal with those two later, but for now..." She trails off and looks at you with a small smile. "I have matters to attend to."

She curls her fingers upward against the gummy walls of your cunt, making you squeal. Creamy, slick coats her fingers, creating the sloppiest noises you can't be bothered to conceal–the deafening blow of the swallows your noises as she abuses your beaten cunt.

"Hnngh–C-Carla!" You wail, your head hiding in the junction of her neck as you grind your weeping pussy against her hand; chest constricting when the throbbing sensation becomes too much to handle. You can feel your juices dribble below your ass, creating a mess on her dress.

"Filthy girl," Carla comments with a mocking smirk as she feels you cream all over her slender fingers. "Hmm," She pulls her fingers away from your sopping cunt. Panting, squirming at the loss of sensation before Carla finally rubs it against your clit swiftly, making you jump and mewl at the harsh touch to the sensitive bud.

"You came so soon?" She mocks, removing her hand from your crying pussy and holds it in front of you. Your face heats up at the way your own juices roll down her fingers against her folded thumb. She nears it on your mouth.

"Open, pretty girl." She taps her dirty digits against your puffy lips.

Your lips part shakily and waste no time in plunging herself into your mouth and deep into your throat, pressing her cum-slick fingers against your tongue.

"Just like that," The former affirms, bringing her free hand to press against your swollen, leaking pussy.

Ada's voice fills the air as she warns:

"Hang on tight! We're going to fly!" Just as that was enough to bring you back to the real world, Carla pulls you against her, holding you tightly as the car indeed takes off.

You grit your teeth, bracing for impact as the car harshly slams against the pavement, the enemy car following suit–tumbling and revealing two soldiers as they roll onto the cold floor–one of them is familiar to you, that standard military cut, that bulky figure–Chris Redfield.

Carla tightens her hold against you as the car skids to a stop.

The car's chassis is busted, and the rear is hanging onto life as the two of them help you out of the car.

You look at the two soldiers as they lay panting on the ground.

"W-what about them?"

"My men will handle them," Carla says smoothly as Ada fixes your attire.

"In the meantime," the lady in red purrs, "how about we settle this in a more private and comfortable setting?"

"For once–I agree with you." Carla grins as they safely escort you inside, never mind your underwear clinging onto your thighs.