#adrian chase fanfiction
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It's His Birthday
It's His Birthday
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 5.7k
Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader
Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.
Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)
[Read on AO3]
A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!
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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.
Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.
You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.
"Hey, can we open up a tab?"
You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.
"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."
The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.
"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"
"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.
"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."
You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.
"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"
Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."
You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.
"There you go! I hope he likes it."
Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.
"He's gonna love it, thanks."
You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.
You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.
The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.
When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.
"Another round of beers for you guys?"
He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"
Chris nodded.
"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.
You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.
You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.
"Hi."
You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.
"Hi."
He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."
You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.
"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"
A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.
"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"
You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.
"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.
The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
"I…um."
He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."
You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.
"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."
You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.
"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."
You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.
You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.
"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."
The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"
He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"
"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."
"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.
"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.
"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.
"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.
"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."
Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"
"Yeah, him."
You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.
You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.
"Hey!"
You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"
He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"
"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.
"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.
"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.
"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.
"I was trying to ask her to join us."
"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."
Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"
You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."
His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."
As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.
"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."
You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.
Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"
"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"
"Does that mean you can drink with me?"
"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.
"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.
You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.
"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."
You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.
You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.
Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.
"Uh, thanks?"
The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.
"What are these?"
You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."
The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.
"Did you have a good night?"
He grinned at you. "I had a great night."
You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.
"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.
He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.
You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.
"Do you…also live this way?"
He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."
"What? Why not?"
He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."
"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.
"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.
"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.
"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.
"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"
"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"
You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.
"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."
"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.
It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.
You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.
You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.
You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.
"Holy shit, are you okay?"
"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?
"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.
"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."
"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.
You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.
You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…
Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.
He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.
"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.
"Yeah?"
"Would…you like to come upstairs?"
He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.
"Do you want me to come upstairs?"
You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."
He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.
"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.
You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.
He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.
You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.
"Come on!"
You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.
The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.
"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.
You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.
"Oh god, yes."
He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.
"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.
You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.
You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.
You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.
"Your turn."
"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.
"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.
You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.
"Do you work out a lot or something?"
He laughed at your stunned comment.
"Something like that, yeah."
You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.
His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.
He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.
He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.
Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.
"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.
The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.
"Really? Anything?"
You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"
"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.
You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.
"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."
He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.
"Can you sit on my face? …please."
A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.
"That's what you want?"
He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.
"I'm in. How do you want me?"
His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.
"Come here and grab onto the headboard."
A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.
His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.
"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.
As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.
You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.
"Right there, oh god ."
You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.
You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.
"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."
He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."
"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.
You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.
You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.
You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.
The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.
Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.
You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.
You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.
You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.
You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.
You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.
His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.
"Hey."
You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.
"Hey."
" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.
"Round two already? I'm impressed."
He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.
You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.
He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.
"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.
You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.
"Yes."
He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.
You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.
Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.
You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.
"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."
"Oh, fuck."
The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.
A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.
Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.
"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.
"Hmm?"
You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.
"Happy Birthday."
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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~
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F*ck You?
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
and the rest of the 11th Street Kids
Adrian Chase Masterlist
Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon ☹️. Peacemaker typical language.
A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldn’t sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.
Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.
“Dude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didn’t realize you were mad at them” Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didn’t care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.
“Oh! That’s because I’m not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.” Adrian says, as if it’s obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.
“Oh my god. I’m not sure if you’re insane or an idiot.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.
“I’m pretty sure he’s both. You know that’s not what that means right?” Economos questions.
“It has two meanings.” Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.
“No, it doesn’t.” John argues.
“Then how do they always know what I mean?” Adrian asks, as if he’s proving his point.
Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.
You’re deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.
“Thanks!” You smile at her.
“Why is Adrian flipping you off?” She asks.
You look over at him, blushing. You nod.
“See!” Adrian yells throwing up his arms. “Two meanings! I told you!”
“Oh god.” You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didn’t need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but it’s not like it was that big of a surprise. You’d been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. “I don’t know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think it’s very clever and very cute so I just don’t correct him.” You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.
You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. ‘Are you asking me to have sex with you?’ and he mouth back, ‘Isn’t it obvious?’. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.
Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time he’d seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.
“You really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?” Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.
“Please!” Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.
“Be direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.” Chris falsely informs.
“Wait… you want me to be subtle and direct? I’m confused.” Adrian asks.
“Well, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.” Chris quickly lies.
“I always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.” Adrian is rightfully cautious.
“It has two meanings. It’s like special. Special can mean you’re one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.” Chris explains.
“Oh! Okay!” Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. “Wait! You call me special all the time.”
“You should hit on that girl over there!” Chris redirects.
“Okay… here goes nothing…” Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. “Oh wow! I think it worked!”
Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.
“Wait! This is positive! I’m hitting on you!” Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.
“Aw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?” Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.
“Yeah, maybe.” Chris laughs hysterically.
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Hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x soft and innocent!fem!reader where they are coworkers at Fennel Fields, him being a busboy, and she is a waitress. The two of them have feelings for each other, Adrian just trying to get the confidence to ask her out. A group of guys come in every week are super loud, rude, and also make Y/n (who is taking their order) very uncomfortable, and when Y/n turns down their advances, they say some very mean things and make her cry. Adrian is absolutely FUMING, literally having to hold himself back from going at them right then and there, instead following her to the kitchen try to calm her down (in his own Adrian way), promising to “take care of it” . She 100% thinks he means kicking them out, but the group of men get a “visit” from Vigilante… the group “disappears” without a trace “, never to bother Y/n again.
Adrian softly kissing a very relieved Y/n when the men don’t return to the restaurant, she doesn’t know about Adrian’s Vigilante side nor does she know the fate of the group of men, but Adrian takes it as a compliment nonetheless
The Protector
Character: Adrian Chase x InnocentFem!Reader
Type: Fluff/Comfort, Angst
Length: 2.7k words
Summary: Request above!
Trope: Best friends to lovers, Co-workers to lovers
A/N: I have not done anything for Adrian in a while and I love him so much aaaaaaa! I bent the request ever so slightly. Also, let me know if I should make a part two of this but it’s Adrian’s POV 😉
"God that group is back." I hissed. "How do they always manage to get seated in my section?" Me and Adrian eyed them from the kitchen.
"I don't know but they never tip well either. I think all the tattoo ink got into their brains or something." Adrian glared at the noisy group. I smiled at his joke. He always lightened the mood and I was forever thankful for that.
"God it's twenty minutes until closing why do they always come in here late?" I grumbled folding my arms.
The group was dreadful and I have no idea how they haven't gotten in any section but mine yet. They've been showing up the past 3 weeks on Saturday nights and past close. Me and Adrian had plans ruined because of those guys. I've been working here for 1 year and a half (Adrian for longer) and I've never had a worse group of customers.
Usually, the worst is an old lady who asks for the manager when the food isn't exactly to her liking. Or a group of teenage boys who don't buy anything they just sit there and be as loud as possible.
Sometimes me and Adrian went to see movies together on Fridays or had plans with friends and I loved it. That's what made me look forward to the end of the week but with this lousy group of 40-year-old biker guys trashing the tables and leaving sometimes a zero-dollar tip was starting to have the opposite effect on me.
"You know I can take the table for you. I know they're pretty shitty guys." He looked at me and I shook my head softly. His green eyes dazzling in the heat lamps made me almost take back rejecting the offer. When he looked at me the way he did it made my heart flutter. They were so careful and easy.
"You take over my shifts all the time Adrian. The least I can do is deal with one unpleasant table. I can do it." I looked back at him with determination. Besides he was only a busboy, not a waiter though I'm sure he could do the job just fine.
It was true though. Every time I was sick he took over no questions asked. Sometimes he even encouraged me to call out sick when all I had was a cough. He was my best friend after all but he always went above and beyond with the way he treated me.
Sure my other co-workers were nice like Taylor treated me nicely but never as nice as Adrian. From the get-go, he was kind to me always guiding me to where things were or making small talk with me to help get me though my shifts. He was never afraid to give me a hand in anything I needed.
He looked very unsure of my decision but he didn't protest as I left to deal with said table. Though I could still feel his eyes glued to my back. I pushed open the door and
I strode over there with a sudden burst of confidence. I could do it. Then when It's all over me and Adrian can go back to his apartment and watch movies all night like usual.
As soon as I reached the table that confidence slowly started to melt away.
They were a group of 5, all big-looking, and they were like I said a biker gang. Sometimes I hate my job.
"Hello I'm Y/n I'll be your server today can I get you any drinks to start with?" My hands trembled as they gripped the sides of my apron. Whistles filled the air as the men's eyes wandered across my body. Some even leaned over to get better looks at me.
"Looking good honey!" I laughed nervously trying to be as polite as I could to them.
I felt so incredibly uncomfortable. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I was even embarrassed to be close to them. I cleared my throat trying to get them to reply to the simple task at hand.
"Waters for all of us." What I was sure the group leader spoke out. "Please, baby." He added. His group let out an array of deep chuckles. I felt sweat start to appear on my skin. I smiled and walked off in the back. As soon as my backs were to them my smile vanished off my face.
Oh god, it's barely been 5 minutes with them and I already want to leave. Once I got back there Adrian was still standing in the same spot looking at me with a pleading look.
"Don't look at me with those eyes." Those pleading begging green eyes.
"You can still take my offer you know." He pressed his lips together. "Because you look like you need that help. It's not like a bad look or anything but you look kind of helpless. In a good way." Adrian rambled. I've known him for so long I could decipher any message he gave me.
"It's fine I can handle it," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let them get the better of me. Just seeing and having Adrian here made it better.
He was a complete nerd and I loved having someone like that. I loved hearing him talk about DND and all of his hobbies. Then I got to start doing it out of work too.
We even set up a DND campaign at one point. It was a little confusing at first but playing with him made me understand. The memories of us together made me way more relaxed.
I poured those glasses of water and put them all onto a tray and held it with one hand. I pushed the door open almost spilling them in the process and walked back to the table.
"There she is!" One of them shouted. I placed all of the glasses on the table without a word trying to keep my cool.
I watched some make extremely disgusting gestures. Just 20 more minutes and you can go home. Just 20 more long excruciating minutes.
"She's a beauty isn't she fellas?" The main one asked. I swallowed thickly not excited for their replies. I did not have the energy for this today.
"Oh definitely would talk her home. You single honey?" One of them eyed me.
"Uhm yes, I am I'm just not looking for anything like that right now." I lied trying to get him to understand the message.
"Nah she's lying they're always in the market." My feet wouldn't move. I felt scared. Uncomfortable. Where's Adrian? I shouldn't have taken this table. "Come give me a chance honey!" He begged. Can't this guy take a hint?
"No, thank you I'm sorry." I tried to stay as polite as possible. "What would you guys like to-" I was instantly cut off.
"It's not like her makeup hides much." They laughed. I felt ashamed to be here.
"And she could smile more. Where's our cute smile sweetie?" I couldn't smile to save my life. I would not give them what they wanted. My lips trembled.
"Nah her smile would be ugly too we can't ask for something she doesn't have." The table erupted in laughter.
"Look at her she's a doll. She could get any guy she wanted."
“Maybe she’s a slut. No wonder she's not in the market she just sleeps around!” Barked another.
I looked up to see Adrian cleaning some dishes from a couple tables in front of them.
He was looking at me because he had clearly heard that nasty remark. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked red with anger. He was seething and I could see his hand gripping the rag he was holding tightly.
Then the dam in my eyes broke. Tears started to brim my eyes and I stormed back into the kitchen quickly. As I left I heard them start to laugh louder. I shoved open the outside door and sat on the picnic bench we had out there.
I leaned my head in my hands and let the tears spill over my cheeks. I couldn't think about anything other than their words and how humiliated I felt. I felt like screaming at them but I just couldn't. That wasn't how I was.
Who did they think they were? Coming into our restaurant and treating me like shit for what reason? Do they have nothing better to do with their life?
I heard the door swing open and I tried to cover up my sniffling but it was no use. It slammed shut and I heard quick footsteps trot over to the bench. I already knew it was Adrian so I let him sit next to me. As soon as he put his arm around me it all came rushing back out.
"Hey hey, I'm right here." He whispered softly, I wrapped my arms around his back and in that moment he was all that mattered. I just wanted to have Adrian by my side. He awkwardly patted my back.
"Thank you." I wiped my cheeks which now had mascara smeared down them. "I'm a mess," I complained to him. He didn't say anything he just kept holding me. I knew he could struggle with comforting and with words in general sometimes. "You don't have to stay here you know. I'm already in trouble for abandoning my table i don't need you getting into it too." I frowned.
"Oh no, I'm staying." I snuggled myself into his side. "They don't deserve you. They're dicks who don't know how to treat women and that feels like a crime. They had no right to insult you like that." I nodded trying to listen to his words but I still felt shitty. "And that's like so not cool." He said and finally, a small smile spread across my face. He let out a built-up sigh of relief that I was starting to feel a bit better.
"I know. It still hurts though."
"No matter what those guys say they're so wrong." I looked up at him and he was already glancing at me. "You look so beautiful without makeup. I'm not saying you look bad with makeup on I mean like the complete opposite." I started to grin at his ranting.
"Thank you A. It means a lot." He enjoyed the small nickname. He continued to rub small circles into my back relaxing me.
"But those guys will never bother you again." He said still heated by the situation. "I'll make sure of it and because I really like you okay?" He confessed. "And seeing you hurt like that hurt me." he stared at the ground.
The confession threw me off. I always stressed about him liking me but hearing those words fall from his lips felt bewitching. I pulled away from him and looked at him eye to eye.
"Oh fuck I mean!" His cheeks grew pink. "Like I like having you as a friend not like in like I've been crushing on you since I've laid eyes on you and have been dreaming about you or anything because that would be like..." I leaned closer to him and brushed my thumb against his cheek. His face was warm and soft beneath my hand. "crazy." He whispered finishing his sentence.
"Don't lie to me right now Chase." I frowned. He sighed as he realized he'd been caught.
"Okay yeah, maybe I really like you." His eyes never once left me. "And maybe I have been dreaming about you since I first saw you."
"You better not be joking with me right now. Or I will continue to cry ."
"Okay um do not cry again please I already handled the first time poorly. But I am certainly not kidding." I moved my hand from his cheek to his hand which was much larger than mine.
"You better not be because I like you too." He blinked a few times trying to determine if I was the one joking around this time. He moved a stray piece of hair out of my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. His eyes flickered down towards my lips and back up to my eyes. Was he really about to kiss me right now?
He swiftly closed the gap between us and captured my lips in a phenomenal kiss. Maybe he wasn't all nerdy after all because damn he knew how to kiss. Sure I have barely kissed anyone my whole life but he made it feel so right. He slowly pulled back to look at my face.
"Was that okay? If it wasn't I can totally like stop. I don't mind at all." I squeezed his hand and hugged him.
"It was perfect. Thank you." For having such a shitty night he made me realize the better. Like how the stars seemed to shine just a bit brighter than before and the moon was glowing just a little more than it just had. All because of Adrian
"How about I go deal with them and I also go grab our stuff since it's about time we clock out we have a fun relaxing night tonight?" He proposed.
"I would love nothing more."
"Good. Now you wait here!"
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Once I got inside his apartment I immediately collapsed and melted into his couch with a loud dramatic sigh. He had probably the most comfortable apartment imaginable.
"Oh shit." I heard him hiss.
"What's wrong?"
"I was supposed to drop by the store after our shift to grab some things from the store..." He trailed off looking sheepish.
"Go ahead, Adrian. I know it will be all you talk about if you don't." He nodded before muttering a quick 'thank you' and leaving.
I had a really long day in general so as much as I wanted to I did not feel like waiting up for him. I left my work bag on the couch and wandered to his room.
His bookshelf overflowed with books and tabletop games, His bed was slightly messy from the morning, and it felt like him. I dug through his dresser to find this shirt that had a cool-looking dragon and a D20 on it. I took off my apron and work shirt and threw it on. I really hope he doesn't mind.
I threw my shoes somewhere on his floor and crumbled onto his bed. God his blankets were so soft.
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It had been an hour before Adrian finally made his way home. He took off his mask and suit and tucked it away in the hall closet once he got home. He'd deal with all the blood later.
He walked through the hall and pushed open the door to see his best friend asleep on his bed in his shirt. He couldn't be happier to come home to this. She finally looked at ease snuggled beneath his covers.
Adrian scooted himself into his bed and joined her. He placed a small gentle kiss on her forehead and spooned her.
"They won't hurt you again." He whispered before allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.
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I waited afraid week after week to see that group come back but they never did. Nor the week after that or the next. I soon started to get curious about what Adrian meant when he said he'd "deal with them." Did he get the manager involved? Did he really have that strong effect on them? Maybe he even beat them up. He's too soft for that right?
Anyway, I was just happy to be with the one I've crushed on for so long. It felt good. Better than anything has ever been.
Tonight we were staying in on the couch while we waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave of his apartment. The smell drifted through the room making me even more hungry than I was before.
"I'm glad they're gone." I looked up at him. His glasses glowed from the light of his phone.
"Me too. I hate seeing you upset." I leaned on his shoulder and my eyes wandered quickly over to his phone. Just a quick peek it wouldn't mean anything. He was texting Chris who according to him was his guy best friend. I had met him a few times for drinks after work and he was a pretty alright guy. I scanned the words and...
I finally got to use the chainsaw on those guys :)
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hi! i’d love it if you could write adrian chase/vigilante x reader(fem or gn if you prefer!) where they are quite hard faced and irritable with the other members of 11th Street Kids, but with Adrian they are quite soft and show they actually care for him, laugh at his awkwardness etc. basically a different person than the way they are with the others. ty!
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"Fuck off," you said to Peacemaker.
Waller had promised that this was your last job. And you made sure she meant it. This was nothing more than community service. You did as little as possible with these shitheads. You sat in a van with Economos during missions, you never said a word unless absolutely necessary. You avoided Murn like the plague. You never accepted Harcourt's invitations to drinks. You always rejected Peacemaker's various advances (it's not like you would say yes in any other situation.) Even Adebayo, who was the most tolerable on the squad, always found a way to get on your nerves, usually with unwanted (but not unhelpful) advice. In spite of this, there was one person who just made your heart melt.
Sweet little Vigilante. So stupid, so blind and deaf and dumb. So sweet. Sure, he was a bit dopey. He had no brain-to-mouth filter whatsoever. He was extremely violent. He was a bit creepy. But you had a soft spot for him. There was something about his puppy dog eyes, or his dumbstruck smile that turned you into a gushy, weeping, puddle. He was just plain neat.
The others noticed, of course they did. You turned into this sweet, gushing mess around the idiot. You placed gentle hands on his cheeks, you listened to his god awful rants with a soft smile, you helped him with whatever he wanted.
Adrian didn't notice, obvious. He was oblivious to your gentleness towards him. In his heart, he knew he loved you but you were so scary. You were so mean to all the other agents, even Peacemaker! Despite this he tailed after you like a lost puppy, or an imprinted duckling. And you let him. If he ever gained the nerve to reach out to caress your arm, or your hand, or if he ever reached for your knives or your guns, you didn't push him away like you would have anyone else.
Maybe one day he'd realize how soft you truly were, maybe he'd ask you out. But for now, he'd secretly admire you, even blood-soaked, battered and beaten, and pretend you were nothing more than a favoured coworker.
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i feel like with the wait for Peacemaker season 2 people are forgetting all about the lovable “sociopath” Vigilante/Adrian Chase. I feel like I’ve read every Vig fic there is to read and there’s a huge slow down in new ones! I would love any recs on here or any other sites of ppl’s fav vigilante fics or ones they’ve written themselves! Also any creators taking submissions for new vig fics reply too!! tysm <3
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dinner & diatribes ; adrian chase. (m)
track eleven of WASTELAND, BABY!
pairing ; adrian chase x gn!reader
synopsis ; the two of you only brought the worst out of each other, but you just couldn’t stay away.
words ; 1.8k
themes ; comedy, mild smut (?)
warnings / includes ; arguing, lots of swearing, they fuck against a desk but it's not too graphic and pretty glossed over, reader punches adrian and breaks his nose, chris is the embodiment of e_e
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“I had him!” you snarled, striding up to Adrian until the two of you were practically nose-to-nose. He had ripped his mask off earlier, seeing no point in keeping it on when everybody on the team was already very well aware of his not-so-secret secret identity. “He was the only shot we had at getting information and you just fucking—Argh! You ruined everything, you dumb fucking piece of motherfucking—!”
Raising his hands in a condescendingly placating manner, Adrian retorted, “Woah! Watch it, potty mouth!”
Frustration crawled through your skin and wove beneath your muscles, nestling within your bones. “God, I hate you. This was my mission. You had no right interfering—!”
“Well, excuse me, first of all, this was our mission. Second, I’m sorry for saving your ass!” he interrupted. “If it hadn’t been for me, you would be out there, bleeding out of multiple gunshot wounds, thinking to yourself, ‘Oh, I wish Vigilante was here to come rescue me! He’s so handsome and I wish I could have sex with him just one more time and tell him how sorry I am for being a dick and ignoring him and pretending like it had never fucking happened!’”
You clenched your jaw, eye twitching. Sure, the two of you had slept together once—it was the heat of the moment and the adrenaline after a bloody fight, really—sodden clothes were hastily torn away or pulled to the side, bleeding lips were roughly slanted against each other, and he had fucked you on top of Chris’ messy desk with wild abandon. So fucking what?
“I was more than capable of handling the situation on my own.”
“Oh, were you, really?” Adrian rolled his eyes. “Don’t kid yourself. Honestly, sometimes it feels like you wouldn’t even care if you died—!”
With a growl rumbling within your throat, you wound your arm back, clenched your hand into a tight fist, and struck Adrian squarely in the face. A bilious crack echoed throughout the dingy room. He reared backwards, clutching his most-likely broken nose, groaning loudly.
You were well aware of the fact that the rest of the team was awkwardly watching the two of you hash it out. Tentative, Adebayo started saying, “Guys, I think we—”
“No!” you cut her off. “Fuck you, Adrian.”
With that, you stormed out of the room, ripping off the rest of your tactical gear along the way and cold fury wrapping its dark hands around your neck.
“Fuck,” Adrian said, all stuffy from his bleeding nose. “That made me so hard.”
Chris smacked him on the back of his head, which made him squawk with pain.
“I don’t know, man,” said Chris, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on scribbling a dove of peace on another one of his weapons that Harcourt hadn’t bothered emblazing, despite his repeated insistence. “Maybe you should apologize to Y/N. They seemed really pissed.”
Blowing a raspberry, Adrian waved his most best friend’s advice away. “Pfft—no, if anything, they should be the one apologizing to me. Did you see how my nose was all bloody and crooked?”
Chris momentarily turned his attention away from the crude drawing of the dove of peace (which, unsurprisingly, looked like a ghost), and scowled at the spectacled, borderline psychotic man-child across from him. “Jeez, stop overreacting. Harcourt set your nose back right after, don’t be such a baby.”
“But it hurt!” Adrian whined. “You know that a person’s sense of smell is probably, like, the most important sense out of all the senses?”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“Uh huh—scented candle businesses would go bankrupt if none of us could smell!”
Narrowing his eyes, Chris replied, “Yeah, but how the fuck would that make it the most important—ugh, you know what? Just go apologize to them. We have another mission tomorrow morning and I don’t want their panties in a twist because of you.”
Adrian chortled. “Heh, wouldn’t be the first time I twisted their pa—” At Chris’ sharp glare, he immediately cut himself short. “Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go. If I die, please play an episode of Friends at my funeral—specifically the episode where they hire Danny Devito as a stripper. I really liked that episode. I liked it a lot. You got that?”
“Yeah, Danny Devito, stripper, funeral, got it!” retorted Chris, clearly not listening anymore as he waved Adrian away.
Squaring his shoulders, Adrian marched away from his trusted friend and headed to the room down the hall, pushing the door open and peeking his head through. He saw you buried behind a pile of paperwork on your desk, muttering incoherently beneath your breath.
When you noticed him come in, he pursed his lips and waved awkwardly, shutting the door behind him.
“Hey,” he called out from the other side of the room, a bit too loudly. You winced at his volume, and he moved closer before parroting himself, this time much quieter. “Hey.”
“Hey,” came your tentative, stiff reply. “What do you want?”
The man in front of your desk cleared his throat, rocking himself back onto his heels as he swung his arms awkwardly. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize.”
“Oh, yeah?” You crossed your arms, cocking one of your eyebrows expectantly. “Go on, then.”
“I’m…” Adrian doubled over groaning, stomping his feet like a petulant child, before righting himself and huffing in an overexaggerated manner. “Ugh, I hate this. Fuck—I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said those things to you. It was unprofessional.”
Humming, the beginnings of a smirk began to play with the corner of your lips. “Great, thanks. You can go now.”
Adrian stayed rooted to the spot, staring at you blankly.
“What?” you asked him.
He scowled, gesturing to his slightly-crooked nose.
Rolling your eyes to the ceiling, you sighed. “Fine. I’m sorry for punching you. Happy?”
“Yeah, pfft, whatever—doesn’t even hurt,” he bluffed, leaning his weight onto your desk in an effort to appear nonchalant.
You scoffed. “With how you were groaning, you made it sound like I nearly killed you.”
“You’ve got a strong punch, okay?” he heatedly rebutted, before haughtily sticking his sore chin up in the air. After another second of tense silence, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his fucked-up nose. He coughed into his fist, before muttering, “Honestly, though… it was really fucking hot.”
The dull wooden edge of your desk dug into your lower back as Adrian leaned over you, mouth rough on yours, glasses knocked askew amidst his vigor. One of his hands were buried in your roots at the back of your head, anchoring you close to him, and the other pinned your thighs apart so he could slot between them. Your hands were tightly curled up in the gap between his sweltering skin and his suit’s dark armor, yanking him to bridge the gap between you. His nose brushed your cheekbone every time he surged forward to kiss you—and it sent a mild jolt of pain spidering down his spine, but he didn’t seem to mind it too much, rather preoccupied with other sensations.
Clothes were hastily pulled to the side, sweat beaded both of your foreheads, and strained gasps fell through your lips as he began to move against you.
Neither punching Adrian nor fucking him afterwards were on your agenda for today, but you certainly weren’t complaining. And judging by how loudly he was moaning into the brutal kiss, he wasn’t going to complain, either.
With one final roll of his hips into yours, he bucked forward with a strangled, choking noise as his climax washed over him just when you were pushed off the edge as well, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“God, you’re loud,” you panted, snaking your hands to his hair to gently pull him away from the crevice of your neck.
He stared at you with full-blown pupils, delighting in the fact that you were quivering against him ever so slightly. “And you’re so fucking hot.”
“Alright, buddy, we’re done here,” you said, patting his chest, before pushing away and straightening out your wrinkled clothes. “This is the last time this is ever happening, by the way.”
Adrian scoffed, righting his glasses up his nose. “Uh huh, yeah right. Admit it, you just can’t resist me. I’m like the peanut butter to your jelly! The… the chocolate to your pizza!”
Nose wrinkling, you shook your head incredulously. “What? Who the fuck eats chocolate with pizza?”
“Uh, duh, I do,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s amazing—you should really try it. I don’t know, maybe you could come over to my place one day and have some. Nothing beats the perfect ratio of greasy-crispy Hawaiian pizza and Nutella straight from the jar.”
Kiss-swollen lips parting, you leaned against your desk out of interest once again. Adrian was fidgeting with his hands awkwardly and began looking everywhere but you, like he hadn’t just fucked you silly literally a minute ago.
“Are you asking me out?”
“No!” he said. “Maybe.”
You regarded him with a strange look.
“Ugh, yes, fine, I’m asking you out. Well, technically in—I’m asking you into my house. Preferably into my bed—”
“Alright!” you interrupted, holding your hands out. “Fine. Only this one time. But just because you’ve come in me twice by now doesn’t mean you can go on falling in love with me, okay?”
Brightening, Adrian sidled closer to you, the green of his eyes glimmering beneath the flickering lights hanging over your desk. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem. If anything, you should watch out for falling in love with me. I’m quite the catch, you know?”
It was hard to suppress the growing grin forming over your lips. “You’ve got the Barbie Girl song as your ringtone.”
“Yeah, and? It’s a good song—super catchy. It’s practically a chick magnet,” he defended, beaming like an idiot.
You rolled your eyes, patting his chest twice, before striding away from both him and your desk, off to go to the bathroom to clean up the sticky mess between your thighs. Adrian watched you go, before repeatedly punching the air with excitement and breaking out into a dance—not to music, but to the buzz of the office’s artificial lights, and the lethargic whir of the semi-broken air conditioner.
From outside, he could hear Chris greet you, and he momentarily paused in his little victory jig.
“Oh, hi, Y/N! Hah, your hair’s all messed up, why do you look like you just had your brains fucked—oh. Oh. God damn it, you guys better not have done it on my desk again!”
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Something I Love More
Adrian Chase x Reader
Summary: Amanda Waller has one very strict rule: no dating among team members. So when she finds out that you and Vigilante have been dating, she gives you an option. But it’s going to require a sacrifice. Reader is gender-neutral.
Warnings: A bit angsty, fluff at the end
Word Count: 5658
A/N: School has become even more overwhelming and stressful than usual as it’s starting to wrap up for the semester. So instead of working on that, I’ve gone back to the work that brings me joy. Featuring one of my fav boys <3
“Do you know why I’ve called you in to see me this morning, Agent Y/L/N?” Amanda Waller says. She’s sat behind a glass desk, sitting in a black leather chair. Her posture is unflinching, as is her guarded expression. You’re sat across from her in a rather uncomfortable chair. You wonder if it was made like that on purpose, like how an interrogation room can be made to make the suspect feel uneasy.
Still, you aim to mirror her serious and emotionless expression, not wanting to give away anything. Least of all your confusion.
As you were getting ready to leave your place for work, you got an anonymous call. The caller said they were calling on behalf of Ms. Waller and that you were to meet her at her office in ten minutes. Ever since you and the rest of the 11th Street Kids set up a home base in Evergreen, Waller commandeered a temporary office of her own for supervision purposes. The team really only saw her when it was serious.
Which explains your bundle of nerves as you sit in an uncomfortable chair, pressing down on your leg to stop it from bouncing. “I’m afraid I don’t know, ma’am,” you say while maintaining eye contact. You’ve been working with Waller for long enough to know how to navigate a conversation without making any “mistakes.”
Waller sighs. “I was hoping you’d tell me the truth when it came down to it,” she says, her eyes flicking down at her desk and then back at you. “I’m afraid I overestimated your loyalty.”
This causes you to furrow your eyebrows and your heart rate to pick up. “I don’t understand—”
“It’s come to my attention that you and Mr. Chase are in a romantic relationship.” A silence falls over the two of you as her commanding eyes piece into your fearful ones. This was not what you expected.
It’s true. When you first arrived in this town, you felt drawn to the cute yet odd busboy at Fennel Fields. Then came Vigilante who you also felt a connection with. When you learned that the two were actually the same man, you knew you were in trouble. After the terrifying battle with the butterflies at the farm, you knew you were falling in love. So when the team decided to plant roots here, you confessed your feelings. His reaction still warms your heart as he literally jumped for joy.
The two of you have been dating for a few months now and even live in the same apartment (a little fast, you’ll admit, but it seemed like a better idea than trying to find your own place only to spend most of your time together anyway). He has been the best boyfriend you could ask for. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else.
And yet, despite your happiness, there was a lingering threat. A threat that started when Adrian officially became a part of the team. Your team had demanded that Waller accept him because he helped save the world. After a series of government evaluations such as character evals, psychological evals, physical evals, and even intelligence evals (some of which you’re not sure how Adrian passed), he became officially a part of the team. You suspect that Waller likes that he’s morally grey, efficient, and loyal.
Anyway, the threat was Waller’s strict rule on not having romantic entanglements with your fellow teammates. Waller feels that it will distract you from your real mission, her mission, and fears it will threaten your loyalties to her. She’s right.
“Ma’am, I-I can explain—”
“Don’t insult us both by lying. I already know it’s true.” That statement causes you to pause in your panic. Did one of your teammates leak this information? How else can she be so sure? Is she spying on you? She must have seen the gears turning in your head because she says, “I have my ways.”
Though that didn’t help, you also doubted that any of your teammates would rat you two out. “So,” she says. “Are you and Mr. Chase engaged in a romantic relationship?”
There was only one way to answer. “Yes. The two of us are dating,” you say, straightening your back, even more, to try to amplify your confidence.
“Despite the fact that it is strictly forbidden to date your teammate?” Your confidence wavers, but you try not to let it show.
“Yes.”
“May I ask why?” You hesitate, not expecting that kind of question. You know no answer will satisfy her. You may as well tell the truth.
“Because I love him.” You know it sounds silly. You are supposed to be a professional agent, a trained killer, a loyal soldier, and yet here you are admitting to being in love. Love is weakness in Waller’s eyes, and that’s what you had thought too. That was before you knew what it felt like.
A look of disappointment seems to wash over her face, and though you dislike her vehemently, some desperate part of you is saddened by this. “I see.” She seems to take her time and allow the silence to speak for her. “Very well. As you have directly disobeyed the rules, you must now be prepared to face the consequences.”
You can feel your chest tighten as a new wave of anxiety washes over you. This is it. You have no idea what the consequences are, but you’re determined to maintain your brave face. “What’s going to happen?” you ask, not betraying any emotion as she had trained you.
“That’s up to you.” You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head in confusion. “I’m going to give you three options to choose from.”
“Wait, shouldn’t Adrian be here for this?” you ask. You assume it will affect the both of you.
“I am leaving the decision up to you. I trust you to make the right call.” You don’t like the sound of that. Your fingers itch to grab your phone and text Adrian. You wish he were here with you.
“Option one,” Waller begins. “Is simply that the two of you terminate the relationship.”
Never going to happen, you think but don’t dare say out loud.
“Option two is I reassign you to a different team,” she says. “Team Alpha over in Alaska would benefit from having someone of your skillset.” Your eyes widen, but still, you bite your tongue. You don’t want to leave all of your friends, and this option still pulls you and Adrian apart, only with distance.
“And option three?” you ask hesitantly.
“Option three is that I fire Mr. Chase from your team and he will no longer be able to contact the other team members, besides yourself. If he tries to do so, we will have him arrested. There are a plethora of charges I could choose from.”
Your heart sinks, weighing heavy in your stomach. None of these options are even comprehensible.
“Is…is there no other option?” you ask. Waller looks shocked as she glares at you.
“I believe I am already being quite generous by giving you the opportunity to decide for yourself. Do not push me, Agent Y/L/N, or I will entrust the decision to myself,” she says. You nod and look down at her desk.
“You’re right, I’m sorry, ma’am.” But you don’t know what else to say to her. Your mind is scrambling, trying to picture some future in which any of these options work out, but you keep coming up empty. Luckily, Waller seems to sense this.
“I will give you a moment to think about it before coming to a decision,” she says. Without another word, she stands from her desk and exits her office to do God knows what. Meanwhile, you’re still frozen in your chair. You think over your options once more.
The first is not even a question. You will not be breaking up with the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, the first man you’ve truly loved. You can no longer imagine yourself without Adrian by your side.
The second could be possible but it’s no better. You could try for long distance, but it would be painful. Plus, you would have to leave your other friends on the 11th Street Kids. The six of you have really bonded and have become a true team ever since you saved the world. You couldn’t leave them behind.
And the third breaks your heart completely. Adrian has finally found a group of friends, real friends, whom he can work with. You know that he’s always secretly wanted to work with others while doing the whole vigilante thing. But if he gets fired, he won’t even be able to partner with Chris. He would be alone again. No, you couldn’t do that to him.
You can’t make a decision, and you’re dreading the moment Waller comes back in. You feel trapped, like you’re suffocating, and right when you hear the click-clack of heels walking toward you, an idea comes to you.
“Have you come to a decision?” Waller asks as she re-enters her office.
“Yes, I have,” you say. Waller looks you over, unsure about your new confidence and, possible joy.
“So what will it be?”
“I’ve decided to quit.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m quitting,” you say.
“Over a man? I thought I had taught you better than this,” Waller sighs.
“For love, actually. And I guess you were wrong.” Waller gives you another disappointed look, and you try to ignore it.
“Very well then,” Waller says. “I will have the paperwork written up and sent for you to sign. You were a good agent. Your skills will be missed.” That’s as sentimental as you’ve ever heard the woman. “Farewell. And good luck.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” You sense that the conversation is over so you give her a court nod, her expression remaining unflinching as you exit the room.
Once you’re in the hallway, you take a breath. You still haven’t really processed what just happened. You can’t come to regret your decision as it was the best choice, and yet a part of you is still sad. It only gets worse when you realize you had a meeting with the team to get to. It’s okay, you think, you’ll still get to see them. It’s not like you’re leaving for good. That’s what you tell yourself as you begin your drive over to the video store that has become your base of operations.
It’s only once you’ve parked your car and looked at the front doors of the store, where all of your friends are, that reality finally catches up to you. The severity of your decision washes over you like a tidal wave and your body tenses up.
You quit. You actually quit your job. The job you’ve been training for practically your whole life, the one you’ve devoted your life to. You’ve been known to make rash decisions from time to time but this takes the cake.
Your breathing starts to pick up as panic tries to take over. Focus, you tell yourself. There’s time to freak out about all of this later. Right now, you just have to get through this conversation.
But you know the minute you tell everyone about this, the situation will become real. Like, no going back real. It’ll be fine. After you take a few deep breaths and shove your emotions deep inside of you, you exit your car. Even so, panicked questions begin to berate you as you make your way to the door.
Why did I do this? Why did I have to quit? Why am I throwing away my life’s work? Why—
You enter the building and immediately lock eyes with your boyfriend. Oh, that’s why. Adrian offers you a big smile and you can feel the questions fade away. You instead focus on him.
“Hey babe!” he says as he makes his way over to you. “How’d it go? OH, I got you some coffee. I didn’t know how long you’d be so I got you an iced coffee because the coffee was going to end up cold either way, right? So anyway, that’s in the breakroom fridge, no pressure if you don’t want to drink it, I just thought you might want it after your long morning—”
You grab his face and pull him into a kiss. Him. Your beautiful, considerate, and loving boyfriend. That’s what all this was for, and right now, you only feel joy at the thought of him going out of his way to make your morning a little bit better.
You break from the kiss and Adrian has the cutest flustered look on his face, accompanied by a smile. “I love you,” you tell him. More than you know.
“All that for coffee?” he asks, bringing a smile to your face. Before you can say anything else, a voice cuts you off.
“Can we get back to the meeting, please?” Harcourt says. You almost jump in surprise. You glance over Adrian’s shoulder and only then notice the rest of the team sitting in the middle of the room with a presentation behind them.
Oh, right, you think as heat starts to spread to your cheeks. “Sorry,” you say. Adrian doesn’t blink an eye as he turns around.
“I’m not,” he says. Wanting to move past this, you grab Adrian’s hand and drag him over to the rest of the group. You take a seat and he follows suit, looking very pleased.
“As I was saying—” Harcourt says but then is immediately cut off.
“How’d your meeting with Waller go?” Peacemaker asks you. Harcourt looks pissed but then changes her expression to curious as she looks at you. And just like that, all eyes are on you. Why does this seem more torturous than actual torture?
“Surprisingly well,” you say, lying through your teeth.
“What did she want to talk to you about?” Adebayo asks.
You clear your throat. “Actually, it was me who wanted to talk to her.” Again, lies. You hate lying, especially to Adrian, but there was no way you were going to tell him the real reason behind the visit. He would only do something stupid like get himself fired, or possibly arrested.
“Wait what? What did you want to talk to her about?” Adrian asks. Deep breaths, you tell yourself. Your eyes flitter to each person until you land on the floor. Quit stalling. It’s just like ripping off a bandaid.
You lift your head up and say, “I quit.” Dead silence seems to choke the room and you hold your breath, waiting for a reaction. Well, you got it.
“What?”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is a joke, right?”
“What the fuck?”
Their faces all display emotions of hurt and confusion. You don’t dare look at the man beside you. “I know this may come as a bit of a shock—” you try to explain.
“A bit?!” Adebayo exclaims.
“Getting zapped by an outlet is a bit of a shock, you just threw lightning at us!” Economos shouts.
“Where is this coming from?” Adrian asks from beside you in a softer tone. You risk a glance at him, and his hurt expression breaks your heart. He would have been a lot sadder if you had to move to Alaska.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, the idea of changing things up, and I finally made up my mind this morning,” you say, using a calm expression and trying not to show any emotions.
“This just doesn’t make sense, you love your job. You said it was your dream job,” Harcourt says, eyeing you more suspiciously than the others. You make a note not to look her directly in the eyes.
“I do love it, but it’s all I’ve ever done. I want to try something new,” you say, trying to convince yourself as well as the others. Another eruption of questions begins, the confrontation triggering your fight or flight. Normally, you’d always go with fight. But that doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.
“I’m sorry I had to tell you this way. I didn’t expect everything to happen so quickly,” you say over the noise. “We’ll still see each other and hang out like normal, nothing has to change.” This doesn’t deter your friends as they keep asking you questions you don’t know the answer to. “On that note, however, I don’t think Waller would be too pleased to hear I sat in on a confidential meeting.”
You stand up and quickly make your way to the doors, heading straight for your car. You don’t look back as you peel out of there, and though you feel guilty, you also feel relieved to be alone to process your feelings.
Normal jobs would give you two more weeks after quitting; however that’s not how Amanda Waller works. If you quit, you’re out. Just like that. No time to slowly transition. God you hate that woman.
It doesn’t take you long to get to your apartment and then you quickly hurry to get inside, just wanting to curl up on the couch for comfort. Your shoes are carelessly tossed to the side as you fall into the cozy embrace of your couch.
You had time to pull yourself together before Adrian got home from work. At least, that’s what you thought. Just as you were about to finally let out your emotions, you hear the door being unlocked. Goddamnit. Of course, he would follow you. Of course, he would want answers. Of course, you wouldn’t be allowed to have a breakdown in private.
You sit up and calm yourself down just as Adrian comes barrelling in. “Um, what the fuck was that?” he asks. You begrudgingly put on your emotional armour and turn to face him.
“What do you mean?” you ask, and then regret it as Adrian begins to flip out.
“What do I mean?! I mean why the fuck did you just quit? And why is this the first time I’m hearing about it?” This is unfair, you think. Adrian is supposed to be the one person in this world who you can share everything with. Who you can confide in and seek comfort in. Now, you have to lie to him like everyone else. This is for his own good.
“I know you’re upset—”
“Upset?!”
“But can you please stop yelling at me?” He looks like he’s about to argue with you when he closes his eyes and forcefully takes a breath. When he looks at you again, you wish he would yell because there’s that sad fucking look of his that has the power to shatter your heart in seconds.
“Will you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” he asks you calmly, though you can tell he’s still hurt and confused.
“I’m serious about quitting, Adrian,” you tell him.
“But why didn’t you tell me before?” he says as he comes to sit beside you on the couch. “I thought we told each other everything.” Ouch.
“I didn’t know if I would go through with it,” you say. “And telling you…only would have made it more real.” You look at him and try to comfort him a little. “I really didn’t want to leave, I love working with you and everyone else. This is just something I have to do, for me.”
You take his hand and squeeze it, desperately hoping he wouldn’t be so upset with you anymore. “I…I guess that makes sense,” Adrian grumbles. “I still wish you would have talked to me first.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” You sit like that, waiting for him to speak.
“Is there any way I can change your mind?” he asks softly. “I liked having you as a partner, both on and off the field.” This man is pulling on your heartstrings.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not changing my mind.” He nods sadly. There’s a moment of silence. “Will the others be mad you left?”
He shrugs. “Probably,” he says. “I guess I should be leaving.”
“Yeah.” For a few moments, he doesn’t leave. You can tell he’s having trouble processing this whole thing. Then he takes a deep breath and stands up, your hand falling back onto your lap.
He starts to leave when you call out to him. “Wait!” you say and he turns around. “No goodbye kiss?” That elicits a small smile from him. He walks back over and gives you a quick kiss.
“I’m going to miss doing that at work,” he says and you playfully shove him. The two of you are smiling and your heart feels a little lighter.
“Get out of here already,” you say jokingly.
“I am quite tempting—”
“Go!” you giggle. He heads for the door. “I’ll see you later okay?”
“Okay, love you, bye!”
“Love you bye!” And with that he’s gone. A smile is left lingering on your face but soon your thoughts catch up to you and you finally break down.
†††
A week has passed since you officially quit the team. Once you let yourself feel upset about it all, you decide to make the most of it. Sure, your job had been your life’s work but maybe there were other interests of yours that you hadn’t discovered.
You’ve looked through help wanted ads in the local newspaper but nothing appealed to you. Nothing online either. But that’s okay, you reassure yourself. This is good, some time just for you, away from work. Except that you’ve been bored out of your mind.
This past week, you have cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, fixed some minor house repairs, learned how to cook at least one meal and baked a shit ton of cookies. Not that Adrian minded that last part.
Adrian. He has been so supportive throughout all of this. Pointing out jobs he thinks you might like, encouraging hobbies, even trying to get you into DND. Which makes the lying all the more difficult. You want to tell him, but you know that would only complicate matters. No, unfortunately you will have to learn to live with this lie.
Meanwhile, the topic had yet to settle back at the video store. “It just doesn’t make any sense!” Harcourt says as she and Adebayo walk into the store from their lunch break.
“What doesn’t make sense?” Economos asks.
“Harcourt misses Y/N,” Adebayo replies with a little smile and Harcourt gives her an angry look. Adrian perks up instantly at the sound of your name.
“You think you miss them?! What about me?” he asks with a slight pout. He missed having his beautiful, sexy, funny, perfect partner by his side. Especially on the field, when normally he would know you’d be there to watch his back.
“Vig, you see them literally every other second of the day,” Chris says with slight annoyance.
“But I miss seeing them every second of the day. It’s not the same.” Though he respects your decision, that doesn’t mean he can’t be a little upset about it.
“Okay, do I miss having the only competent team member other than myself? Yes,” Harcourt says which earns a crowd of offended protests. “But it’s not just that. Something about the whole situation just seems…I don’t know, off.”
The rest of the group kind of agrees. But Adrian feels he has to defend you. “Look guys, I know we all miss them because they’re literally the most perfect being to exist,” he says without even thinking, which causes a few groans. “But it’s their decision so we have to support it.” Adebayo nods her head in agreement, but the rest are unconvinced.
“But doesn’t it seem a little suspicious to you?” Harcourt asks him. Despite the fact that Adrian has had some doubts lurking in the back of his mind, he acts ignorant.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean, they don’t mention anything to you about quitting before and then suddenly after a meeting with Waller, it’s all about experimenting bullshit.”
“Wait, you think Waller has something to do with this?” Chris asks.
“I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me,” Adebayo adds in.
“It’s possible,” John says. But this doesn’t sit right with Adrian.
“Stop! It has nothing to do with Waller. Because that would mean that Y/N lied to us, to me. Why would they do that?” Adrian asks, half talking to himself because what they’re saying is starting to make sense. But he doesn’t want them to be right. “I mean, what could Waller say to make them quit her dream job?”
Adrian thinks the conversation is over as a quiet falls over the room. But suddenly, he sees Harcourt’s face light up with realization. And she must have been thinking the same thing, because Adebayo looks at her with the same face. It has Adrian’s stomach turning.
“What? What was that?” Adrian asks them.
“Nothing,” they both say.
“You guys totally just figured it out,” Chris says. It seems the boys are struggling to come to the same conclusion.
“No we didn’t,” Adebayo tries to say casually but she’s not the greatest liar.
“Tell me,” Adrian says, desperately looking between the two of them who refuse to look at him. Finally, Harcourt sighs.
“Look, I think you should talk to Y/N about it,” she says. He looks to Adebayo to see her nodding. The two of them won’t say anything else. Adrian’s mind is in a frenzy and he needs answers.
“Fine,” he says before walking out the door.
“I didn’t mean right now—forget it,” Harcourt sighs, giving up on calling after him.
†††
You’re on the couch watching reruns on TV because why not, and eating some cookies you made. “Damn, maybe I could be a baker,” you say with your mouth full. Just as a new show starts to play, you hear the door open and see Adrian.
“Oh, hey babe,” you say, a bit relieved to have a distraction. “What are you doing back so early?”
“I need to talk to you,” he says and it’s only then that you take in his serious demeanour. The look worries you and the thought of your secret bubbles to your mind’s surface. No, there’s no way he knows.
“Okay.” He walks over to the couch and you see he’s thinking hard about something. And he isn’t looking at you. “Is everything okay?”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” he asks. Your stomach drops and suddenly the cookies you ate feel like lead.
“Where is this coming from?” Your palms begin to sweat so you place them in your lap. Adrian then looks right at you and it feels like a spotlight is shining directly on you.
“The team doesn’t believe the reason you gave for quitting. And I want to believe you, so tell me you wouldn’t lie.”
He’s looking at you with his big, honest eyes and for the first time, you falter under interrogation. You’re not sure how far you’re willing to dig yourself into this hole. What if you end up ruining the relationship with this? Then it was all for nothing. It’s too much.
“You know the answer to that,” you say, trying to find some way out of this.
“Why won’t you just say it?” he asks, and you hear a bit of hurt in his voice. He’s looking at you, and you want to cry because it’s like you’re stabbing him in the heart and your heartbeat is in your ears and it’s all too much.
“Because it’s a stupid question!” You get up from the couch and walk towards the kitchen, looking for an escape to breathe.
“You did lie.” You are no longer looking at him but you know he’s walked over to you. You cannot believe that all this pain was from Amanda fucking Waller of all people. Will she cause the end of your relationship after all. “But…why?”
“Adrian,” you say, your voice cracking with emotion. You clear it and look at him. “It’s personal.”
“Why won’t you answer me?” he asks, his tone shifting from hurt to anger.
“Because it’s none of your business!” You’re trying, you’re trying so hard to keep this plan together. To keep the two of you together.
“What does that mean?”
“It’s complicated.”
“What’s complicated?” Your throat has seemingly closed up. You think if you open your mouth, everything will fall out. But keeping it inside is killing you, both of you. “Y/N, why would you leave your dream job? You love that job—”
“Well maybe I realized I love something more!” The words fall out of your mouth before you can process them. You’re looking at him and your eyes are wide because you don’t know what just happened. Adrian looks slightly taken aback by a legit response, but his curiosity is still infused with frustration.
“What could you possibly love more?”
“YOU, YOU IDIOT!” you yell out because you can’t take it anymore. The room is silent and you’re both slightly out of breath from your yelling match. Neither of you know what to do. You close your eyes and sigh, realizing the game is up. “Shit.”
“What?” he asks in a small voice.
“I chose you,” you say just as quiet, giving him an honest look with your emotions on full display.
“Chose me—what does that mean?” He walks closer to you as the wall seems to crumble from between you. You know there’s no going back.
“Waller found out that we were dating.” When his confusion doesn’t dwindle, you explain further. “She has a very strict no dating between teammates.”
“Oh,” he says and you realize he wasn’t aware of that. “So, that was what your meeting was about?”
“Yeah, she sort of sprung it on me.” Adrian’s right in front of you and you’re nervous to tell him the truth but you’re sick of having secrets between the two of you.
“So, how does this lead to you quitting?” he asks, and the conversation feels soft. You sigh.
“Waller gave me 3 choices as to how to move on,” you say as he eagerly waits for your explanation. “The first was that we break up—”
“Absolutely not,” he says with wide, panicked eyes. You reach out and take his hand, squeezing it. The action seems to calm him down.
“I know,” you say softly. “The second was that I move to Alaska—”
“What? No no, she can’t—”
“Adrian,” you cut off his ramblings. He’s gripping your hand tight, so you bring it up and kiss the back of his. His breathing slows back down. “I didn’t choose that. I’m not leaving you.”
He nods, trying to reassure himself of that thought. “And the third?” he asks with a nervous gaze.
You look away. “The third, is that she fires you from the team.”
“Okay—”
“And she would have you arrested if you tried to contact any of the others.”
“Oh.” He deflates and you know you made the right call.
“But it’s okay, none of those things are going to happen.” You give him a reassuring smile and try to meet his gaze. His eyebrows scrunch together.
“Wait, you quitting wasn’t even an option.” Your smile falters as he looks back at you with sad eyes. “You chose to quit?”
“I told you, I chose you.” He doesn’t seem satisfied with that answer. You reach up and take his face in your hands. “It’s okay. It was my choice. Besides, it was the best option.”
“What if I quit?” he says, moving away.
“No, Adrian you love your job.”
“So do you!” he shoots back. Fair point.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure the rules on arresting you would still apply. Me being unemployed is better than you behind bars.”
That isn’t enough for him. “There has to be another way,” he looks at you as you take his hands in yours. “I’m not letting you quit your job for me.”
“Would you rather I move to Alaska?” you ask, half-joking.
“Fuck no, you know that’s not what I meant.”
“Adrian, there’s no other way,” you say. “I’ve come to terms with it.” There’s a pause in the conversation before you see Adrian’s eyes light up.
“What if we pretend to break up?” he asks, excitedly. You simply stare at him.
“What?”
“Think about it,” he explains. “We tell Waller we broke up, and then we can still work together. It’s perfect.”
“It’s stupid,” you say, confused. “It’ll never work.”
“It’s worth a try.”
“What if we get caught?”
He pauses. “Then we’ll figure it out.” You sigh and he catches your eye. “Please?” His blue eyes are begging you.
“Fine.” He pumps his fist in celebration which makes you smile. “But we have to be careful.”
“We will, we will, this’ll be great!” He grabs your face and kisses your forehead, all while wearing a goofy smile. It makes you happier than you’ve been all week.
“Hey,” you say, and drawing his attention to you. “I love you.”
His eyes soften and so does his smile. “I know.” Your jaw drops and his face looks surprised as you lightly hit him. He runs away giggling and you chase after him.
“How dare you Han Solo me right now!” You catch up to him only for him to catch you in his arms and lift you up. He plants kisses all over your face.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says in between pecks and your playful anger slips away. You slide back down to the ground. Your guilt comes back.
“I’m sorry I lied to you. I hated doing it, I just...thought it was the right thing to do,” you say gnawing on your lip.
“It’s alright, I understand,” he says, pulling your lip away from your teeth. “I probably would’ve done the same. But no more lies, promise?” He offers out his pinky finger.
“I promise,” you say as you wrap your pinky around his. He smiles and you can’t help but pull him down for a kiss. He quickly reciprocates, pulling you close. Your tongues meet, swirling in and out of each other’s mouths. You let your worries melt away as you relax into the kiss. After a few moments, you pull away, biting his lip before releasing it with a smirk. He chases your lips but smiles.
“It’s going to be alright,” he says, reading your thoughts. “We’re going to figure this out together.”
You’re not sure if it was Adrian’s hopeful optimism or the happiness flooding your brain, but you believe him.
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espresso martini - (adrian chase x afab!reader)
A/N: reader is the same as my Large Iced Americano series (read part one here!). this is not the next part of the fic, and can be read and enjoyed on its own if you haven't read the series. this was written as a little birthday treat for myself. life has been too hectic to focus on the fic itself but i missed these two so much so in case people missed them like i did, i wrote this for them ♡
Summary: You had suggested going out for a couple of drinks. This surprised Adrian. He remembered what you said about being wary of drinking after not having done so in a while. But you were adamant, an eager twinkling in your eyes and that titillating tilt of your lips that made his heart flutter.
(aka, liquor makes you horny)
Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT minors DNI, alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, mentions of masturbation, no Y/N
Wordcount: 1.88k
You had suggested going out for a couple of drinks. This surprised Adrian. He remembered what you said about being wary of drinking after not having done so in a while. But you were adamant, an eager twinkling in your eyes and that titillating tilt of your lips that made his heart flutter. It was suggestive, a secret he wanted so badly to be privy to.
You start off simple. A vodka cranberry that you sip at while Adrian nurses a simple beer. But then you spot one of the bartenders making an espresso martini for another patron, and your eyes light up.
So you switch over from the simple vodka cranberry to the slightly fancier drink for the rest of the night, mollifying with each sip, limbs like liquid as you melt into the bartop.
Adrian orders another beer. You convince him to take a shot with you. Watch in fascination as his cheeks turn rosy underneath his frames. Briefly, your thighs clench at the thought of Adrian’s rosy cheeks in a different light, beneath you, maybe--
Predictably, Adrian loses some volume control as he drinks. Stories and laughter growing louder. Interestingly, his gaze lingers on you with a different weight than it usually does, like seeing you all loose and weightless is new for him. It didn’t help that, yes, your giggles spilled more easily, and you beamed at him with a boozy flush, but your voice became a sultry tease and the playful glint in your eye more bewitching than usual.
Perhaps that is why, inhibitions lowered, his left knee keeps pressing up against the cushion of your thigh beneath the bartop. Adrian’s fingers keep skimming distractedly over the sleeve of your sweater.
Your own touches become careless in response, invigorated by Adrian’s unusual boldness with his hands in public. Your fingers trace delicately up the curve of his jaw, tickle past his ear and over the bump of the temple of his glasses, and card themselves through the fine brown curls atop his head. A shudder ripples through his body, eyes closing for a brief, indulgent second, which you take note of, as you scratch lightly at his skull. Captivated by the pink of his partially parted lips, by the way his blush extends to the tips of his ears.
Despite being tipsy, you’re mindful enough to feel a little guilty, a little hesitant of crossing any boundaries Adrian wordlessly sets up. But he currently displays none of the rigidity that comes forth when you accidentally overstep on your hang-outs (dates?). And so, emboldened by booze and this rare complacency in public, you do not stop the compliment that comes out of your mouth in a torrid murmur:
“You’re pretty.”
A smile inches on his face, slow with doubt but curved out of genuine joy. “You think I’m pretty?”
You nod, and grin with vodka-warmed lips, and how could anyone not think Adrian Chase was pretty? “I hope you don’t mind that I touch you.”
Adrian shivers again as your fingers trail back behind his head, tracing patterns at the back of his neck. “I don’t- I mean, I like-” his eyes flutter, his voice continues to stammer- “it’s good when you touch me.”
“Is it?” You blink slow, mascara-laden lashes at him. “Because sometimes, it doesn’t really seem like you like it.”
He frowns. “Really?” And then, because he’s worried you’ll stop gracing him with the gift of your hands, he hurriedly declares, “because I really like when you touch me.”
You want to lick the blush off his cheeks. You want to nibble his bottom lip until you memorize the taste on your tongue for weeks to come.
And, shit, maybe you’re just, like, a tad too tipsy, but if you don’t feel his hands on your bare skin soon, you think you may actually cry.
So with a coquettish tilt of your head, you tell him, “I like when you touch me, too.”
God, you don't remember the last time you’ve felt this good.
There’s the near-pleasant buzz of alcohol in the thick of your skull as you cling to Adrian, two of his fingers curling into the warm clutch of your sex. He feels amazing. Fingers surprisingly thick, knuckles brushing rhythmically against the constricting walls of your cunt, kindling for your sensitive nerves. Flames lick up until something sweet simmers low in your gut.
You and Adrian haven’t… done this, yet. All your make-out sessions have been exclusively over-the-pants stuff. Heavy petting. Dry humping. Things that you should, quite frankly, feel embarrassed about at your age. Things that, if it were anyone else, would have driven them away from you long ago. Real adults fuck by now.
But Adrian’s still here. Knuckle-deep and everything. And so you do not feel embarrassed, especially when he looks at you with those pretty green eyes behind his glasses in wonder, as though he’s the lucky one out of the both of you for allowing him to touch you. He doesn’t even complain about the nights where you part and he’s uncomfortably hard in his jeans, adjusting himself as he puts his car in drive.
You’ve thought about it, of course. Of him. Several nights where you fondled yourself in the depressing dark of your bedroom, keeping frustratingly quiet because you have the displeasure of living with your parents again.
But your hands, they don’t do it justice. The roll of your clit on your own digit, the dig of your own fingers between your own folds -- why’d you even bother? It pales in comparison to the real thing, to the way Adrian is currently buried as deep as he could get in this seated position in the backseat of his Sebring, fingers burrowing and drenched in your palpable pleasure.
It feels warm. That’s normal. Alcohol hums in your veins and everything feels electrifying. Your grasp on Adrian’s shoulder tightens as his thumb grazes the sensitive nub of your clit. Breath hitching, stuttering pants getting caught in the confined space between you, scented bitterly of coffee and vodka.
Adrian bears much of your weight against his side. You’re practically slumped against him, a quivering heap of a person as you pant against his collar.
Your sweater feels like too much, scratchy against your skin, the snug fit against your torso entirely unwanted. While the top half of your body is engulfed in the overwhelming sensations of discomfort -- too much, too itchy, too hot -- your thighs are enticingly exposed. Girlish pleated skirt rucked up around Adrian’s shifting wrist as he pumps in and out of you, panties (soaked!) pulled harshly to the side, allowing him full access.
“Are you seriously this wet for me?” It sounds like awe in his voice, like he can’t fucking believe you’re a mess. For him.
You whimper into his clavicle. Quiver in his hold. Even though he’s finally touching you, fingers actually inside of your fluttering walls, you may just cry anyway. Why’d you hold out for so long? Why didn’t you let this happen sooner?
Desperate, your arms circle around his neck, and you pull your tits flush to his chest needing more. More what? You don’t even know what to ask for, you just know you need to be as close to Adrian as you can get. Your legs close, thighs clamping shut around his thrusting hand. It limits his movements, but it does not lessen the friction. You like the dig of his trapped, pumping hand against your inner thighs. It makes you whine. Your hips juts forward, eager to meet his thrust.
Adrian’s mouth hangs open at the sight, at the feel of your desperation, the noises spilling forth from your lips. You grind against his palm, and he adjusts the angle of his wrist just a touch so that he digs in deeper, until the tips of his fingers brush against something sweet and swollen that makes you feel like you’re going to unravel in this old, shitty sedan.
You mewl his name against his neck, continuously grinding against the meat of his palm, chasing the delicious friction until you sob because you’re close, but not quite there yet. You haven’t been touched like this in so long. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you latch onto Adrian’s earlobe in incontinent frustration, the salt of skin on your tongue sating you, if only a little.
And Adrian -- why anyone says he’s not good at reading people is beyond you -- his grip on your waist tightens, digging and bruising, and his other thumb finds its way to your clit again, circling rough and erratic, meeting the shallow moil of your helpless rutting hips. It makes your nerves crackle, a current of dizzying delight shooting up your core until something bursts in your belly and you’re suddenly chasing starlight into the dark depths of space. You cry out, a broken moan tumbling out in the dark space, the fogged up glass, shuddering in Adrian’s hold as your orgasm overtakes you.
The liquor and the fullness of Adrian’s hand in your thighs, fingers still in your dripping cunt, all coalesce into lightheadedness. It feels like the car is slowly inching forwards. Or backwards. You can’t tell. Adrian’s still finger-fucking you.
It’s like he’s in a trance. Completely fixated by the way his hand is wedged between your still-clenched thighs (which you have difficulty spreading open again. Not wanting to let go of this overwhelming feeling, yet).
You slump back against the seat when his other hand coaxes your thighs open, though, with a fascinated boldness that leaves your mouth dry. You watch him as he watches the way you spread for him, the way you’ve spilled for him, inner thighs glistening with the sheen of your juices. You both look down at the evidence of your orgasm pooling in his palm.
“That’s so hot,” he breathes, completely spellbound. His earnestness is boyish and silly and makes you giggle, though it comes out a bit hoarse. You need water.
When Adrian finally pulls his fingers out of you, the loss nearly shatters you. You pout. Maybe even whine a bit.
“Okay, full transparency here,” he starts, wiping his palm on his jeans, “I’m probably going to want to play with your pussy, like, all the time now.”
His declaration shouldn’t surprise you the way it does. Maybe it was just the alcohol, but you’ve noticed the more you expose of yourself (in this case, literally) the less Adrian holds back. The more abrasive his comments. Everything that comes out of his mouth is usually unfiltered but the instances of vulgarity always trips you up.
Probably because he is unflinchingly honest.
(Most of the time.)
And because you like him (like, a lot), and are drunk (just a little) you grin all pretty and bashful at him and say, “Adrian Chase, you can play with my pussy whenever you’d like. You’re, like, really good at it.”
His shoulders roll back, chest puffed out with pride as he smiles back and thanks you. You grab his smile between your hands and pull his face towards yours, capturing his bottom lip between your teeth so you can taste it, you hope, for weeks to come.
And if his hand slides between your legs again, you do not stop him.
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Closer: Part 2
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Smut)
Summary: While wrapping up a successful mission, you end up getting exposed to a mysterious, powdery substance that starts to make you feel...very strange. (Crossposted to AO3)
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only
Author Notes: Happy Smut Saturday! 💜🖤
CW: Afab Reader. It's a sex pollen fic, so possible dubious consent even though I address that in this chapter too. This is a full smut chapter, so it features kissing, groping, vaginal fingering, sex (p in v) and lot's of horny fun. Birth control is sorta mentioned in this one since it's not an established relationship.
Word Count: 3,497
Adrian stared at the silent phone for a few seconds before sitting it on the table. He hesitated, then he took off his glasses, folded them, and sat them on the table as well before turning towards you. It seemed like he was nervous now, but so were you. Despite the fact you wanted this man in you more than anything else, you suddenly had butterflies in your stomach.
“So…um,” he said and got up onto his knees on the floor next to the couch. “How do you normally…like things to start?”
Suddenly, your mind went blank. Sex? What’s that? It was like you forgot everything about it. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a little squeak. Finally, you managed a very tiny shrug.
Adrian chuckled a little, nervously running his fingers back through his hair several times.
“Okay. Uh…o-okay.”
He looked at you for a moment then slowly leaned down, one of his hands coming to softly cup the side of your face as his lips lowered to yours.
Whatever freak out the sex pollen caused with your body briefly settled down at the feeling of another person’s lips on yours. It was a small reprieve, but it allowed you to focus on, and enjoy, this moment. You eagerly returned his kiss, your hands moving up his body, one stopping to rest on the hard muscle of his upper chest, the other circling around to softly grip the back of his neck. Adrian shivered under your hands a little as his tongue probed at your lips. As your mouth opened slightly to let him in, you felt his free hand slide under the hem of your shirt to rest at the side of your stomach. Once again, the feeling of his bare skin on yours made you moan, but this time you weren’t bashful about it. Your head tilted back at the sensation, your lips parting from his as the sound rose out of your throat.
“Fuck,” Adrian mumbled softly before leaning in further, his lips on yours again.
The kiss got deeper, and Adrian’s hand slid further up your shirt. It was a slow, deliberate movement, like he expected you to understand what was happening at any second and tell him to stop. But stopping was the furthest thing from your mind. His fingers felt like they were leaving a trail of sparks along your skin. Soon, his hand was on your breast, squeezing firmly. You moaned softly into his mouth, your grip on the back of his neck tightening. Then Adrian’s thumb rubbed over your nipple.
The reprieve was over. The heat between your legs cranked back up and you gasped, your back arching up towards his hand. You gripped a handful of his Fennel Fields uniform and started trying to drag him off the floor and on top of you.
It was a few awkward seconds of shuffling limbs as you didn’t want to let him go or break the kiss. Adrian didn’t seem to want to either, his tongue quite firmly in your mouth as he moved his hand away from your face to grab the arm of the couch just above your head. Holding onto it, he hauled himself up onto you, his lips never leaving yours. Soon, Adrian had arranged himself on his knees between your legs. You brought your legs up high over his waist and didn’t realize you had started grinding yourself against him until he groaned into your mouth.
Without warning, Adrian snapped his hips forward in a hard thrust against you. You were very surprised to feel how hard he was already. Through the loose clothing you both wore; you could easily feel his length rubbing along your entrance. You moaned, arching your hips up. Even with as good as this felt, it wasn’t enough. You needed more.
“Please,” you gasped as you broke the kiss.
Adrian started to pull back from you, but your legs tightened around him, you held onto the back of his neck and front of his shirt, keeping him there.
“What do you need me to do?” he said softly, looking into your eyes.
“Anything,” you panted, arching your hips against him. “Just…I need you…”
His lips crashed into yours, kissing you hard as the hand that was on your breast slid down to start pulling at your shorts. After struggling unsuccessfully with them for a few seconds, Adrian pulled back from you so he could grab the waistband with both hands. You lifted your hips for him, then shifted your legs as he pulled them off. After tossing them aside, his hands slid up your legs along the sides of your thighs, with one hand trailing up to rest on your hip, the other sliding between your legs. Soon, you felt his fingers along your slit, and you gasped as he began teasing one into you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Adrian softly said, circling his finger just inside your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet…”
Suddenly, he sank his finger all the way into you. You cried out, hips lifting up off the couch. It wasn’t long before he added a second. The pollen had your body completely receptive to anything. Your hips rocked up to meet his hand as he started to fuck you with his fingers at a steady pace.
“Fuck, you’ve been like this for two days?” he asked, an incredulous tone in his voice.
You nodded wildly in confirmation, your eyes squeezing shut. Your hands were gripping onto the couch above your head. His hand that was resting on your hip was now holding them down to keep you still. As he drove his fingers deep into you, he curved them up, and hit a spot that sent you reeling. You came quick, and hard, around his fingers.
“Shit,” you heard Adrian whisper, sounding awestruck.
His fingers kept working into you, not stopping, or slowing, keeping you at the crest of your high for as long as possible before it faded. But as it did fade, the ache returned. As amazing as that was, it still wasn’t enough.
“A-Adrian,” you gasped, his grip on you tightening as you squirmed. “P-please…I-I need…f-fuck me…”
Quite suddenly, his hands completely left you, leaving you empty, untouched, and the ache rose to unbearable levels. You whimpered in pain, clenching your teeth as you clutched onto the couch. Adrian made soft shushing sounds as you heard the distinctive jangle of his belt being opened.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he quickly said, shifting from one knee to the other to get his pants and boxers down. “I’ve got you, baby. It’s okay.”
Right as he said that last “okay” he was laying on you again. Then his mouth on yours, kissing you, and you felt the head of his cock probing at your entrance. In one smooth motion, Adrian slid his full length into you. You cried out against his lips, hips arching up against him, and he groaned deeply.
The relief you felt was instantaneous. That ache faded away to nothing, pain turned to pleasure, and all that remained was how fantastic his cock felt inside you.
Adrian slid a hand under you to grip your ass, as he started thrusting into you slowly, gradually building to an even, steady pace. Pulling your leg up higher, he slid his cock deeper with each thrust into you. Your fingers slid up from his neck to the back of his head, griping into his hair like you were trying to pull him closer. He slid his arm behind your shoulders, squeezing your body against his. You didn’t know if it was the pollen or if was always this intense with Adrian during sex, but you didn’t really care. It wasn’t long before you were cumming again.
You threw your head back, crying out as you tightened around his cock. Adrian grunted, but didn’t stop, his lips moving down your neck. When you were cresting your high, you felt his teeth graze over the side of your neck, felt them start pressing into your skin. You felt him suck in his breath through his mouth, start to bear down with his teeth a little harder…and then hesitated. Hesitated everything, in fact, including the thrusting. He just completely froze. You whimpered, thrusting your hips up towards him and that broke whatever trance Adrian was in. He resumed fucking you, his lips brushing down your neck to your collar bone.
“You feel so good,” you whispered between gasps.
“Yeah?” Adrian grunted, his lips brushing upward now over the front of your throat.
“Yeah.”
Then he was kissing you again, his cock plunging into you deeply, and he was picking up speed.
Suddenly, Adrian squeezed your ass hard, and he ripped his mouth away from yours.
“I-I’m close,” he panted, and you briefly opened your eyes to gaze up at him. “W-Where do I cum?”
Looking into Adrian’s eyes, you almost found yourself too overwhelmed to speak. When you opened your mouth, either a moan or squeak came out, but no words. He slowed down his pace a little. It was enough to let you answer. Somewhat.
“Me,” you gasped, as you clutched at his back, his shirt balling up under your hand.
You hoped Adrian understood that you meant you were on birth control.
He did.
It only took a few thrusts before he was shooting his load deep inside you. Adrian moaned, gripping onto your hip hard enough to make you gasp. You knew you would be bruised, but you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was how those last few thrusts were making you cum again. It wasn’t a big one, more of an aftershock of that last orgasm, but it was enough to make you throw your head back again as you cried out, and Adrian buried his face in your neck. You both gradually became still.
After a moment, the hand Adrian had on your ass moved up so he could wrap his arm around your waist. You held each other close, both of you breathing heavily. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest, just like yours was. Eventually, he raised his head slightly, kissing your cheek then your lips. Your lips were eager for his, and he moaned softly as you slid your tongue into his mouth.
His hips twitched between your thighs, and you felt his cock start to stiffen right before he finally slid out of you. You whimpered, softly running the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip, making him grunt and start grinding the length of his cock along your slit.
Fuck, was he always like this? Always ready again in just a few minutes? Or could the sex pollen be affecting him now? He’d kissed you, swapped bodily fluids with you. Was he infected now too?
The thought had barely flickered through your mind before you decided it didn’t matter. You would be going at it until you were better, so if he did get infected, he’d get fixed in the process, too. While you’d love to have him give you a demonstration of his skills once you were recovered that way you could compare experiences, you doubted that would happen. Better enjoy it now while you could since your body was clearly not done with him yet.
The ache began to grow inside you again, your body feeling warm from the inside out. A whimper escaped from your throat as you felt everything start to build just like before. You arched your pussy up against his cock with a thrust of your hips, like you were trying to get him back inside you. While it wasn’t as intense as before, it wasn’t by much.
Adrian grunted, moving his hips to grind against you. You moaned, moving your hips in time with his. He moved his arm from under your neck slightly so he could raise up on one elbow and look at you.
“Not any better?” he asked, still sounding breathless.
“O-only a little,” you whimpered. “It’s coming back.”
“I guess I’ll just need to keep fucking you then, fuck that pollen right out of you,” he said before kissing you, thrusting himself hard against you.
You nodded frantically as you kissed him, moaning into his mouth. This was not an experience you wanted to stop anytime soon. But then you pulled back slightly.
“C-Can we move this to the bedroom?” you whispered against his lips, looking up into his eyes.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he grunted before starting to kiss you again.
He seemed to forget that he actually had to stop kissing you in order to move to the bedroom. Then he seemed to forget that his pants and boxers were already around his ankles when he did try to get up. They nearly tripped him, which would have caused him to fall backwards over the end table. You quickly sat up and grabbed two handfuls of his shirt to pull him back down on the couch so he wouldn’t fall.
Now that he was back next to you though, he forgot all about the bedroom. Adrian started trying to pull you over onto his lap, his mouth already back on yours. You started working at the buttons on his shirt and you broke your lips away from his for a second.
“Clothes off,” you panted.
You got no argument from him, and he kept trying to kiss you as he attempted get undressed. But then he got frustrated when it wasn’t working and pushed you away as you were undoing the last button on his shirt, causing the thread to snap loose.
“Strip,” he ordered as he started pulling off his shoes.
You gave him no argument either. You’d heard him use that tone many times while under the Vigilante mask. It made a fresh jolt of heat shoot through you to have it directed at you like that. You started pulling your shirt off, but with how flustered as you were, and how much you were still shaking, that was more difficult than it should have been. You ended up getting twisted up in it and got it stuck half over your head. Luckily, it didn’t take Adrian long to get undressed. You felt him stand up and, a second later, he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.
With that out of the way, you barely got to take in the glorious sight of the naked man in front of you before he was pulling you to your feet. Your legs had other ideas though. Still weak from the effects of the pollen and shaking from the pounding you had just taken, your knees buckled. Adrian caught you, then swept you up into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.
Unbeknownst to you, Adrian was feeling extremely conflicted about all of this.
That wasn’t to say he wasn’t having fun. Far from it. This was the greatest night of his life as far as he was concerned. But it was bittersweet.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.
Adrian had given up on the idea of you being with him. He had attempted to flirt in the early days after your transfer to the team and didn’t get anywhere. He thought he had been pretty suave, but you didn’t even seem to notice. Then, a few weeks later, it seemed like you were flirting with him, but he worried that hope might be making him read too much into things. So, he took the wait and see approach. When you didn’t attempt to take it any further, he assumed he misread the situation.
Ever since then, Adrian tried to keep some distance with you. He had done his best to fight down the lump he got in his throat whenever he saw you. He did his best not to stare when you weren’t looking. And he had tried to keep away from you on missions, so he wasn’t always right there next to you. He felt like he had done an excellent job with this.
But then, a few weeks back, Leota started asking him weird questions, like what he thought about you. Chris overheard and joined in. He assured them you were his friend, absolutely nothing more. Then they distracted him, took him to Chris’ trailer and got him drunk. When they started asking more questions about you then, the truth finally came out.
Adrian was absolutely smitten with you.
Ever since then, they both had encouraged him to try his luck, to ask you out. Leota told him he might be surprised by your response. He came close a couple of times, but convinced himself your answer would be no. Then things would be awkward, and he didn’t want to lose your friendship. That would hurt far worse than the romantic rejection. So, he shoved his feelings away.
Then one weekend, Chris tried to hurry things along. After arguing with Adrian for over an hour about why he hadn’t asked you out yet, Chris finally got fed up. He called you and invited you over to have a threesome with him and Adrian. Adrian had been absolutely horrified. His logic was, if you said yes, Adrian would either be forced to admit his feelings or fucking you would get you out of his system. While he definitely wouldn’t have backed out had you said yes, he was thankful when you said no. That wasn’t how he wanted it to go either.
How did he want things to go?
Well, that he really didn’t know. Just not sharing you with his best friend or you drugged into having sex with him. The latter was what he felt like was happening right now.
Adrian was carrying you down the hall when those dark thoughts started to creep in. Then, as if trying to chase them away, your hand came up to his cheek, gently turned his face to you and you kissed him deeply. Adrian nearly stumbled you both right into the wall.
It didn’t really matter why you wanted him right now, did it? And regardless of anything else, this was the only way to help you and he certainly wouldn’t trust anyone else with your care right now.
No, it didn’t matter, Adrian decided as he reached your bedroom.
You were at least his for tonight and that would have to be enough.
He laid you on your bed and quickly followed after. As he got into position between your thighs, he swept up one of your legs to rest it over his shoulder. Adrian guided the head of his cock back to your entrance, already fully hard again, then slid into you. Your eyes closed and your back arched, while your hands clutched at the pillows behind your head. He bit his lip hard, forcing his own eyes to stay open, watching everything you did as he slowly started working himself in and out of you.
If this was the only time he got with you, he was going memorize everything. The way you looked. The way you sounded. The way you felt.
It wasn’t long before Adrian’s slow, deep thrusts had you clenching around his cock. He wrapped his arm around your thigh, holding your leg tightly against his chest as he kept the pace steady. He didn’t know if it was the sex pollen making it so easy to get you off, but he doubted he’d get the chance when you weren’t on it anymore to compare.
He bit his lip harder, drawing a little blood as he tried to stay quiet so he could listen to you. He had noticed the first time he made you cum the way your moans became higher pitched the closer you got. You telegraphed exactly what was happening, when it was happening. It was hot as hell.
“Fuck!” you suddenly screamed, back arching on the bed as your pussy clamped down around him.
Adrian couldn’t help but groan then, his fingers gripping into you, not changing his pace, but resisting the desire to go faster. He didn’t want to cum so quick this time. He wanted to go a bit slower if you’d let him, take his time, and really try to make this an enjoyable experience for you.
But then you threw your head back, screaming out his name, and your hands came down from the pillows to grab onto him anywhere you could. You ended up grabbing the back of his thigh with one hand and the other hand gripped onto his bicep. You weren’t trying to push him away, he noticed that immediately. Between that and your heel digging into his ass, it was like you were trying to keep him there.
Oh, fuck it, Adrian thought as he started slamming his cock into you as hard as he could, making you gasp and squeak. I’ll get hard again.
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wicked
pairing || Adrian Chase x fem!Reader
word count || 4.7k
summary || Adrian finally gives in to temptation and lets you smoke him out. You finally give in to temptation and let him kiss you.
content || coworkers to friends to lovers, recreational drug use (marijuana), smut (oral, fingering, Adrian constantly running his mouth, unprotected sex, creampie, riding)
a/n || this idea has been rattling around in my head for over a month
Main Masterlist | Library Blog
Working black ops is stressful. You knew to expect that long before you became involved with your little ragtag team of weirdos - but what you weren’t expecting was for your team to become your stress relief, too. See, you went into this whole thing intent on not getting too close. What you do is dangerous work. The idea of getting close to someone only to lose them in such a violent way turns your stomach.
Even so, you couldn’t help but warm up to every single one of them. Economos and Leota were too easy not to befriend. You bonded with Chris over your shared love of music, even though you often argued over the quality of new bands. Even Harcourt became your friend. You often went out together for drinks together after a long day of work.
But Vigilante? The two of you clicked automatically, best buddies from the very start. You team up together on missions so often that Harcourt doesn’t even bother trying to separate you anymore, just to avoid Vig’s whining. There’s no counting the number of times you have patched each other up and passed out in each other’s places after being awake far too long. Soon, stitches and post-debrief catnaps become movie nights and sleepovers, and you've got a somewhat psychotic best friend that you may or may not be completely in love with.
Falling for Adrian was far too easy. He's sweet and boyish and somehow crass and incredibly fucking sexy all at once, a duality you didn't think was even possible. Besides, you aren’t blind. Adrian isn’t exactly conspicuous, to say the least. He stares constantly and you catch him checking out your ass at least twice a day. There's a rabid overprotectiveness that overcomes him whenever you're in even a hint of danger - which is often, considering the line of work you're in. Adrian lingers at your side during debriefs, walks you to your car every night, even offers to clean your guns for you every now and then.
The tension has been rising for weeks now and you can’t deny that you have been wondering who will break first. You don't have to wonder for long. It happens on a random Tuesday, of all days. The little impromptu party that happened in your living room had long since died down. Leota was the first to leave, too eager to get back to Keeya to hang around long, and Economos left not long after. Harcourt and Chris made sure to leave twenty minutes apart - as if they were being clever enough not to tip you off that they were getting together afterward.
That leaves you and Adrian alone together on your couch. It’s familiar, comforting even. Seeing him lounging around your house in his civilian clothes has become so normal that your home feels empty on the rare occasion he isn’t there. He’s always there, chatting up a storm so fast that you can barely get a word in edgewise, but you don’t mind. Listening to him go on and on, seeing him get so animated - it’s all too cute.
Which is why his sudden bout of silence is so fucking weird. “C’mon, Adrian. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I’ve told you a ton of weird shit about myself, I’m not really in the position to judge you.”
“I just - I don’t want you to think less of me,” Adrian mumbles, picking at his nails intently. You snag his hand before he can make his fingers bleed and he finally locks eyes with you.
“We’ve done a lot of morally objectionable shit together.” You reassure him with a squeeze of his hand. “Just tell me and we can go from there.”
“I - I was thinking maybe you could show me how to smoke weed.” It comes out in such a rush that you can barely distinguish one word from the next but the second it clicks in your brain, you can’t stop the surprised look on your face. “It’s just that you and Chris have so much fun when you do it, and it’s not like it’s illegal anymore, right? I mean, alcohol was illegal for a while there and we still drink together all the time! So if it isn’t against the law, I don’t see why -”
“Adrian, breathe!” You cut him off before he can go completely red in the face from over-explaining himself. “I would love to.”
Adrian’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course, I’ll smoke you up.” You’re almost giddy with excitement as you hop off the couch and grab the bag you keep tucked underneath your bed. It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about what Adrian would be like after a few hits, but he’s always been so intense on the subject that you never pushed him on it. Adrian’s leg bounces nervously as you settle in next to him. “Don’t worry, okay? We’re gonna take it easy for your first time and I’ll be here the whole time.”
It isn’t surprising that he’s a quick learner. That first hit sends him into a coughing fit but he takes your advice, watches the way you inhale, and copies your every move. Not even a minute after, Adrian is already needling you about why it’s taking so long, vibrating with an adorable, nervous excitement.
“Just relax, it doesn’t take long.” You chuckle before flicking the bright red cherry off of the half-finished joint, not wanting to get too buzzed so you can keep him on the right track. He needs a distraction before he spirals, so you ask him about those modifications he’s been making to his suit. Adrian lights up. He goes on and on about the various hidden pockets and added protection he has sewn into the black and teal suit.
It’s pretty obvious the moment it kicks in. Those pretty green eyes of his are slightly glazed over, little ‘um’s breaking up every few words, and you find that you were right. He’s somehow even cuter when he’s buzzed. He fumbles for his phone to show you pictures of his suit - even though you saw it less than five hours ago - but it slips through his fingers and clatters to the floor. A burst of giggles bubbles from his mouth.
“Oh,” Adrian says, voice bright with realization. “Wicked.”
“Yeah?” You prompt and nudge his knee with yours.
“I feel like I’m fuckin’ floating.” He mumbles as he melts back into the cushions, blinking all slow and lazy. “God, fuck, it’s too quiet in here. I can hear the tv buzzing, it’s driving me nuts. Gimme your phone. You know, your playlists are way better than mine, which is complete bullshit. That’s gotta be some sort of talent, being able to make perfect playlists. You’re an artist.”
You just scoff and toss him your phone, which he unlocks with a few taps. He squints at your screen like it's brighter than the sun, nudging his glasses up his nose as he searches through your Spotify intently. Indecisive as ever, it takes him a few moments to pick one, but a dopey smile curls his lips when Hozier’s voice whisps away the silence of your apartment. You’re the only person he would ever admit it to, but Adrian actually loves a lot of today’s music. He made you promise never to tell Chris when he willingly turned up a Harry Styles song and screamed along to it on one of your many car rides in the Vigilante-mobile.
“Mm, good choice,” You sigh. The soft, low tones of the music wash over you and you close your eyes to soak it in. It’s easier to let yourself revel in the soft buzz you’ve got going on now that you know he isn’t going to spin out. The couch shifts next to you and you peek one eye open to see Adrian sitting cross-legged, looking at you with that same dopey expression. You give him a soft smile. “What?”
“You’re really pretty all relaxed like this.” He says, trademark in his casualness. Your stomach flips at the ease with which he compliments you, his words ringing with sincerity. “I mean, you’re pretty all the time - especially when we’re on a mission. Have I told you that? You look so fucking hot with a gun in your hand but when you’re all relaxed and happy and smiling, you’re, like, a thousand times prettier.”
Heat rushes through you and you shift in your seat, murmuring a quiet, “Adrian…”
“Plus these little shorts look so soft and comfortable. You look so soft and comfortable. Fuck, is this what getting high is always like?” Adrian’s fingertips glide along the hem of the pajama shorts you threw on once everyone else left and you feel like you’re going to die if he keeps this up. He’s just too cute. Your already waning inhibitions disappear under his touch and there’s nothing to stop the mischievous idea that takes hold of you.
You pluck the half-finished joint from the coffee table and wave it dramatically in front of his face. “Wanna shotgun it?”
“Seriously?” Adrian sits straight up. Eagerness burns away some of the dazed look from his eyes. “Wait, that’s like kissing, right? Like, I get to kiss you and inhale the smoke out of your mouth? Not some weird shit with an actual shotgun, because I don’t have one with me right now.”
“You’re right, it is like kissing.” You chuckle, pleasantly surprised that you don’t have to explain it to him. That little voice of reason that always held you back from giving in to the temptation of Adrian Chase is strangely absent from your mind. It doesn’t matter that he’s your coworker, that he’s your best friend, that this could really complicate things with your already complicated job. All that matters is finally giving the both of you what you so rightly deserve, what you both have been craving for so long - each other. You reach out to brush an errant curl from his forehead. “Do you want to kiss me, Adrian?”
“Fuck yeah, I do.” He replies without hesitation.
Warmth burns through your body as you sit up, your knees pressing against his thigh as you try to focus on lighting the joint - not on the anticipation that rolls in your belly. Adrian stares up at you intently, something you have never quite gotten used to. All his claims about not having feelings are complete and total bullshit. You can tell just by the affection that burns in his eyes that he is just as susceptible to getting swept up in the whirlwind of love as the rest of you are. His intense gaze drops to your lips as they wrap around the joint and pull a long inhale, one that threatens to make your lungs seize if you aren’t careful. You lean back and drop the joint into the ashtray on your table.
The light press of your thumb against his chin draws his attention back up to your eyes. He lets you tilt his head back just slightly and you exhale slowly, your lips brushing his as he draws in the smoke from your mouth. The air between you sizzles with electricity, your eyes locked with his as he holds the smoke in his lungs just like you taught him to. It’s the little whimper he gives that draws you in again for a real kiss, your hand cradling his jaw as your tongue teases a small taste of him. Wisps of smoke escape him as he parts his lips and deepens the kiss, a broken sound bubbling against your lips when his tongue touches yours.
Adrian finally breaks.
Those hands you have been fantasizing about forever snag at your waist and pull you into his lap with an ease that has you shivering. The little show of strength only makes you ache for him that much more as the pleasant warmth of your high ignites into something sharper, something needier. You melt into him as he licks into your mouth with a low moan and drags you impossibly closer, his grip on you tightening with every little sound he pulls from you. It’s sloppy and desperate and everything you have been dreaming of. It isn’t until your lungs scream for air that you finally break away from him.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He whispers reverently, his hands greedily massaging your bare thighs. “Like vanilla. Is that chapstick or some shit? So good, like a cupcake.”
“Yeah, it’s chapstick, you weirdo.” You huff with a laugh. The methodic squeezing of his exploring hands is so distracting that you barely notice the pout your teasing earns you. Adrian looks like a dream like this, all wide eyes and spit slick lips. Your thumb drags over his bottom lip indulgently. “You’re really good at that, pretty boy.”
And just like that, it’s as if you never teased him to begin with. Adrian fucking melts for you, something needy and hungry cracking open in his chest. One of his hands abandons its exploration of your thigh to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb stroking back and forth along your jaw. “Let me do it again. Fuck, let me do everything, anything you want -”
Adrian cuts himself off by kissing you. He finally has you right where he wants you, willing prey trapped in his grasp as he memorizes your taste and scent and every curve of your body. He can’t decide if he wants to bury his hands in your hair or grab fistfuls of your ass, or if he should kiss your lips or the tempting line of your throat. The opportunities are endless and it makes his already frayed mind go haywire. You cry out his name when he nibbles at your pulse point and pride sings in his veins. You’re the smartest woman he knows, quick-witted and great in a fight - and he’s managed to turn you into a mewling mess with a few kisses.
“Please I - fuck!” You gasp as his teeth dig harder into the corded muscle of your neck - hard enough to leave a pretty bruise where everyone will see. Your fingers tangle in his curls and yank him away, and for a horrible second, Adrian thinks he’s crossed a line. The desperation in your voice soothes his worries. “I need you so bad, I swear to god I’m gonna explode if you don’t fuck me.”
“Holy fucking shit, you sound so pretty when you beg. I could blow my load just listening to you.” Adrian grits out through clenched teeth. You’ve gone all mindless with need, just whispering little pleas as you press soft kisses along his jaw. The thin fabric of your shorts almost tears as he shoves his hand down the front of them. “You’re so wet, baby. I’m gonna drown myself in your pussy.”
Fuck, he’s got a filthy mouth. Even as his fingers delve into your slick cunt, he runs his mouth; half-finished sentences break off in the middle only to be replaced with another thought destined to go unfinished. You can’t focus on any of that, though, not with the sparks his touch ignites across your skin as he explores you. He begs you to let him eat you out, honeyed words falling from sin slick lips, and the second you whisper a rough ‘fuck yes’, you find yourself being manhandled off of his lap. Adrian presses you back against the cushions and rips your shorts and underwear down your thighs, tossing them to the floor as if being in the way of your drenched cunt is a crime against humanity.
“I always knew you would have a pretty pussy,” Adrian says so matter of factly - as if those words don’t send a flush of embarrassed heat flushing up to your cheeks. He pulls your thighs up onto his shoulders, his gaze shimmering with lust as he studies you intently, and you can’t help but squirm in his firm grip. “So needy, huh? Gotta tell me, baby, tell me what you need and I’ll give you everything -”
His hair feels like silk between your fingers as you pet his curls back from his forehead and his rambling stutters to a stop. “Adrian, honey?”
“Yeah?” He whispers.
“I need you to eat me out.” You ask, sweet as honey, and Adrian practically melts for you. He tugs you down a little further by your thighs and doesn’t hesitate for a second. He looks too damn handsome like this - chest heaving with excited breaths, crooked glasses, excitement dancing across his features - but you don’t have long to appreciate it. The moment the wet heat of his tongue teases your clit, your eyes flutter closed and your mind shuts off. The rest of the world disappears - every worry, every stress, every fear falls away under the pleasure invading your senses. “Oh, Adrian.”
Just the sound of you moaning his name is enough to spur him on. He’s imagined it so many times - mostly when he’s jerking off in the shower or watching you handle a gun. The real thing is so much better. You are artwork he has been given the gift of touching with his bare hands and he never wants to stop. He wants everything you have to give and more, every inch of your body, every sweet word you speak, all of it. For now, though? Adrian settles for making you cry out his name over and over again.
The flat of his tongue circles your clit in steady swirls that have your back arching into him, greedily seeking more of his touch. Two fingers dip into your cunt, a tease of the stimulation you chase after, and before you can beg him to just fucking do it already, he sinks them down to the knuckle. The warm, hazy pleasure sharpens, twists into something more animal and aching as he curls his fingers up against the sensitive spot that makes your thighs tremble. You could smack him for ever even joking about being a bad lay - it takes a special kind of man to have you so fucked out of your mind that you can barely open your eyes.
You grind against his face mindlessly, already hurtling toward a devastating orgasm, and Adrian can’t stop himself from smiling at you. It’s fucking filthy to see that cocky little smirk while his face is buried between your thighs and you just know he’s never going to let this go. The suction of his lips envelops your clit and your nails dig into the fabric of the couch, your thighs nearly crushing Adrian’s head as you careen closer to that inevitable edge - but he doesn’t mind. He could die a happy man between those plush thighs.
A choked curse barely manages to pass your lips before molten hot pleasure bursts through your belly, sparks skittering up your spine as your body spasms. It’s debilitating as Adrian keeps going, tongue slowly laving against your clit as his fingers slow to a gentle roll. You squirm and jerk in his hold, not quite willing to give up the sensation of his mouth against you, all while broken praise falls from your lips.
“Perfect, that was - holy fuck, you’re perfect.” Your fingers loosen the tight grip on his hair and rub his head affectionately, a wordless apology for pulling so hard. Adrian soothes your overworked nerves with the burning heat of his tongue, gentle licks and sucks that have you trembling. It’s quite an effort to unclench your thighs from around his head and Adrian whines, entirely put out by the mere idea of leaving your drenched cunt. “Fuck, Adrian, fucking kiss me.”
That perks him up. Adrian presses a wet kiss low on your belly before he drags himself up your body to kiss your lips. His chin is slick and you can taste yourself on his tongue, and the obscenity of it makes you shiver. You smile against his lips, a pleasure-drunk little grin that makes him smile, too.
“I made you cum.” He chirps, pride bright in his eyes as he studies your wrecked state. He nips your jaw playfully. “I wanna do it again. Please? We can go to your bed so you’re more comfortable. This can’t be good for you back. Or! Or you could, uh, sit on my face. I just wanna make you cum on my face, however you want.”
“Next time,” You promise with a breathless laugh. Adrian whines again, a dismayed sound that threatens to make you change your mind right then and there. The hard press of his cock against your thigh keeps your one-track mind running, though. All you can think of is finally - finally - sinking onto his cock and feeling that perfect stretch that you have been aching for. Your thumb brushes over that sweet spot behind his ear and he leans into the touch, watching you with a needy expression that just begs you to give in.
Instead of giving in to the temptation of his puppy dog eyes, you let your fingers drift over the bulge in his jeans and revel in the sight of his jaw going slack. He grinds against your hand, burying his face into your chest with a low, ‘oh’. It seems to dawn on him just then that you’re still wearing a shirt - and that just won’t do. Adrian pushes your shirt up until you catch on and help him pull it completely off, and you swear you’ve never seen him move so fast. He cups your breasts with a reverently gentle touch, far softer than you thought him capable of. All it takes is a low sound vibrating through you for Adrian to step it up a notch and wrap his lips around your pert nipple.
It devolves from there into something mindlessly horny, the two of you grinding and groping like it’s the last chance you’ll ever have. It isn’t until you finally unzip his jeans that Adrian pulls away from you, albeit begrudgingly, to tear his clothes off and haul you into his lap - right where this entire tryst began, just with fewer clothes in the way. He’s all toned muscle and freckled skin and you just know you will never be able to get enough. You lean up on your knees and Adrian makes a helpless noise with your chest so close to his face. The wet heat of his mouth envelops your nipple once more, his eyes rolling up to look at you when you rock along the length of his cock.
Adrian mutters a muffled ‘please’, a sound so sweet you could never refuse. The sheer size of him is enough to have you shivering in delight as you sink onto his cock. Thimble. Complete fucking bullshit. Adrian’s fingers seize your hips in a tight grip and his head falls back against the cushions, eyes unfocused as he tries to resist fucking up into you. You’re still so sensitive from his talented mouth and fingers - the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He huffs out a broken whisper that almost sounds like your name and despite the need coursing through your veins, you chuckle.
You finally have him speechless.
The first roll of your hips makes you both spit out curses. You’ve always imagined your first time with Adrian to be something soft, something easy, but the claws of lust have ensnared you both into a rabid, animal hunger neither of you can resist. A glint burns in his eyes the moment you jerk in his lap, his head tilting and eyebrows raising in a silent ask for permission. You barely manage a nod before he flashes you that boyish grin you fell for all those months ago. Adrian drags you into a harsh pace, bracing his thighs to fuck up into you. It hurts so fucking good - the harsh dig of his fingertips into your hipbones, the grinding of his cock against that sweet spot he already abused with his fingers, the blunt drag of his teeth along your collarbone.
One particularly rough thrust upward sends you off balance, a yelp tearing its way up your throat as you fall forward into his chest - and Adrian laughs. The little fucker laughs, his pace never faltering as he fucks you like it’s his last night on earth. His brain must have finally come back online, no longer buffering at the feeling of your hot cunt around his cock, and that mischievous look you love has returned.
“Fucked you stupid already?” He teases, voice choppy thanks to his rough thrusts. You can barely scoff at his smug attitude - because he’s right. All your mind can focus on is the warm rush of arousal humming through your body, stoked higher and higher with every roll of your hips. “You’re mine, aren’t ya? All mine to touch and fuck and love - fuck! You were made to take my cock. Perfect fucking pussy…”
“T-touch me, baby, please.” You guide his hand down between your legs and Adrian doesn’t pause for a millisecond. Those talented fingers glide through your cunt and zero in on your clit, rubbing rough circles into your still sensitive flesh. The sound that comes out of you is almost unrecognizable, a pornographic cry of ‘yes!’ that makes Adrian go even crazier. He watches with rapt attention as you grind into his touch, already addicted to how impossibly hot you look chasing after your high with his body.
The crest of your second orgasm hits so hard that tears spring into your eyes. Your nails dig into his shoulder as pleasure twists through your belly, leaving crescent moon marks on his pale skin. A wrecked sound falls from his lips and Adrian spits more jumbled, filthy praise about how good you feel cumming on his cock. You have to wrench his hand from between your thighs before he can make those tears fall, even though you know he would love to see it. He’s already cocky enough.
“That’s my girl.” Adrian groans, his pace falling into a sloppy, desperate race to the finish line. All it takes is the feeling of your mouth latching onto his neck, your teeth and tongue working in tandem to leave a few more marks for him to remember you by. His hips stutter and he holds you down on his cock, grinding up into you to push his cum as deep as he can.
“Holy shit.” He croaks after a moment’s quiet.
“Yeah,” You breathlessly agree.
A comfortable silence falls over the room. All you can hear are his steady breaths, the slowing of his heartbeat as he calms down. His warm palms slide up and down your back, a soothing gesture that has you melting into him even more, boneless and weak in the aftermath. It’s impossible not to ache for more of him; more kisses, more fleeting sweet touches, more kitten licks against your soft skin. Adrian notices. Of course, he does. He notices everything about you, he has from the very start. So he presses a kiss to your temple and another to your cheek before he even reaches your mouth, all too eager to give you everything you want and more.
It’s slow and sloppy, soaked in indulgence. It’s everything you have been dreaming of and more. It takes a moment for your body to cooperate but eventually, you manage to sit up and stretch your aching back. Adrian hums a dismayed little sound at the loss of your warmth but still smiles at you nonetheless, all sleepy and sated. His hair is a mess, glasses askew, cheeks still red from the exertion of fucking you so thoroughly.
You push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Tired?”
“Actually, I’m fucking starving.” Adrian’s eyes light up. “Wanna order Chinese food? That place over on Hawthorne is still open and they have eggrolls that make my dick hard, they’re so good.”
“Sure, Adrian.” You chuckle. “But you have to get dressed for they show up. Flashing is a crime, remember?”
“Aw, man.”
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Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six
Pair of Aces
Chapter 6. Day Six
Rating: Explicit 18+
Word Count: 10k
Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel.
Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)
A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀
(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)
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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*
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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.
She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."
"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"
She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"
"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"
"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.
"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.
"Ready for this?"
She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."
They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.
The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.
When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.
Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.
Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.
They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.
She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.
That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.
She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.
Fucking hell, he's good at this.
He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.
"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"
She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.
She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.
"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.
Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"
She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."
He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."
She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.
"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."
"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.
"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."
She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.
Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.
“Ah shit, can you grab that?”
She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.
The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.
She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"
“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.
"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."
He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”
"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.
"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.
Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."
"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."
He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."
She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.
She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.
"Ready to lose?"
"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”
“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.
Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken!
You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken.
Jump in!
She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.
I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky
She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.
Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.
Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”
“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.
“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.
He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”
Sometimes the feelin' is right
You fall in love for the first time
Heartbeat and kisses so sweet
Summertime love in the moonlight
It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.
Baby, I am missin' you
I want you by my side
And I hope you'll miss me too
Come back and stay
I'll think about you every day
I really want you too
You swept my feet right off the ground
You're the love I found
Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!
The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.
She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.
"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.
He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.
"Woah!"
His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?
"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.
"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.
She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.
"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.
Oh, goddammit.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.
Fuck. Okay, that's enough.
She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.
"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.
"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.
She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.
He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."
"Thanks."
"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."
Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"
He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"
"Oh."
She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.
"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"
"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.
She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.
She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.
"What's going on?"
He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"
"I heard someone?"
"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"
She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"
He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"
"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"
"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."
She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"
"I'm out of clean shirts."
"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"
"Two."
"For a week?!"
"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"
He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?
Oh god, I'm not going to survive.
She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."
Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.
"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."
"Okay, okay!"
He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.
She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.
What's the worst that could happen?
She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.
She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?
"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."
"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.
"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."
She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.
"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.
He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."
Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.
Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…
It's not worth it. It's …not …
She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.
"There, all better."
He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.
Oh fuck it.
She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.
Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.
"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”
She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.
“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."
He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.
"I'm biting you again."
There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.
He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."
He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.
"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."
Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.
He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."
He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.
Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."
He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.
He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.
She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.
He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.
"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.
She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.
"Better?"
He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.
"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.
"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.
He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."
A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.
She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.
He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.
"You're so impatient."
As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.
"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"
Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.
"Come on, answer me."
"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.
"Nope. You're just special."
She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."
"All day? Why?"
She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze.
He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.
"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.
"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.
Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."
His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.
"Really?"
"Yes."
He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.
"You like watching me fight?"
He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."
She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.
He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.
She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.
"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.
"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.
She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.
"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.
She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.
It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.
"One condition."
"Anything."
She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"
He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."
"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.
"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."
She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.
He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.
He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.
He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.
He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.
"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."
She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."
His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"
"I won't. I'd never."
He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."
She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.
She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.
The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.
When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.
He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.
"Promise fulfilled?"
A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.
"Fuck yes."
She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.
"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."
"Oh yeah?"
She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.
"Your turn."
Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.
As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this.
Right here, right now, she needed him.
She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.
She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.
The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.
She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.
"You're overdressed, take these off."
He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.
"Hey, you're making that face again."
She was very confused. "What face?"
"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."
He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.
"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"
"Um. Yes?"
"Yes, what?"
She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.
"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."
She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.
He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned
She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.
She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.
"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"
She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.
He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.
His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"
He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.
"Fuck, you look incredible like this."
He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.
"Absolutely beautiful."
She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.
"Oh, shiiit."
He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.
He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.
She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.
"...are you getting hard again?"
"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."
She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."
He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."
She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.
"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."
"...then for what?"
"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."
She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.
After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."
She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress
She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.
As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.
He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.
"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.
"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.
"Stop teasing me!"
"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.
She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."
He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.
"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."
She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"
He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.
"You sure?"
The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…
She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"
"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."
He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.
Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.
"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.
"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.
He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.
"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.
He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.
"Is this what you wanted?"
"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.
He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.
"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."
His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.
He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.
"So fucking perfect."
He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.
"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.
He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.
"Hey, do me a favour?"
She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"
"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"
She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"
He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"
"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.
"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"
Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Make me."
His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.
"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.
He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.
"That's it, as loud as you can."
At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.
He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.
"Atta girl."
He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.
"So pretty…"
"…feel so good."
"So fucking loud."
Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.
"Where do you want…?"
She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."
He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.
"Seriously? Are you sure?"
"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"
She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.
He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.
He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.
She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.
"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.
"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.
He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.
"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.
She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."
He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.
"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.
Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.
She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.
"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.
"Hand me the tissues?"
Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.
"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"
She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"
He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.
"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."
"I'm already in bed though?"
She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.
"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.
She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.
"You alright?"
"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.
She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.
“You can touch me, it's okay.”
He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.
"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.
"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.
She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."
He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.
"Goodnight."
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A/N: Holy shit we made it, the slow burn is a full-on inferno. Thank you all for sticking through 20k of exposition just to get here 😂 This was such a challenging chapter to finish but I really hope it was worth it and you all enjoyed it! This is just the beginning for these two, don't worry. Please let me know what you think :) Feedback makes my world go round.
PS: I've mapped out the rest of this series, there should be about 18-20 chapters in total. Chapters 7 and 8 are already half done and hopefully there won't be such a long delay between future updates~
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Stuck With You
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
Adrian Chase Masterlist
Prompt: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool.
Warnings: panic attacks, human experimentation, referenced child abuse
A/N: I found a couple lines of dialogue in my drafts that I never did anything with and I had the writing bug today so I decided to finally make something with it! I’ll crosspost it on my AO3 adriansglasses as well. Hope you enjoy!
“(L/N), you’re with Vigilante.” Harcourt says, at the beginning of the meeting.
“You’re really gonna stick the newest person with that psycho?” John asks.
“You don’t need to be mean to Adrian just because he’s not here.” Leota starts.
“I would say it to his face too. He’d probably just laugh and call me his 4th best friend.” John retorts.
You hadn’t been with the team for long. This was your first mission with them. After a mission gone too out of control, Waller sent you to the middle of nowhere Evergreen, Washington. You thought she’d sent you here because the environment would be less hectic, but the longer you’re there, the more you realize she probably sent you here because everyone on this team is either highly traumatized or in need of more experience. She was trying to put the training wheels back on. From what you’d been told by the team’s top conspiracy theorist, Christopher Smith, this team was originally supposed to be an expendable scapegoat, but they ended up saving the world. You had no idea what to believe at this point.
“What’s up with Vigilante?” You ask, wondering why this was all such a hot topic. You hadn’t known him for long. He seemed a little odd, but overall fine. If you were being honest you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet and funny, often without trying. There was this comforting air about him and you didn’t really know why. He was a good fighter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was at least a little bit cute.
“He’s a little…” Chris started moving his finger in a circular motion, trying to insinuate that Adrian was crazy.
“He can’t be that bad.” You smile.
Suddenly Adrian comes running into the old video store tripping over one of his shin guards that wasn’t on properly. He sits down and fastens it.
“Sorry I’m late, guys. They kept me late at the restaurant and then when I was trying to put on my suit in the car I accidentally ran a red light and usually I would kill somebody for that, but I mean I think the more important thing is that I didn’t run over the old lady crossing the street! She was totally fine and I know she’s alive because she screamed at me…I’ve never seen an old lady use to many swear words. It was kind of awesome! Anyway what did I miss?”
“You put on your suit while driving?” Leota asks.
“Yup.” He gives a straight face nod. Adrian often had a way about him, as if what he was thinking should be obvious to other people, when in fact, it was not obvious to most people most of the time.
“You amaze me.” Harcourt says, sarcastically.
“Thank you.” Adrian smiles, not catching her sarcasm.
She rolls her eyes, sighing.
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Later on that night you and Adrian found yourselves walking through a series of tunnels.
“John, I think we might be lost.” You spoke into your coms, hoping he can help you from the van.
“I can’t even hear you in my earpiece and I’m right next to you. I think we lost the signal.” Adrian walks in silence for a few seconds before adding, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He looks at the ground, sad.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know they stuck you with me. Nobody ever really chooses to be my partner.” He lightly kicks a rock, pretending not to be bothered.
“They did pair us up, but that doesn’t mean I was disappointed.” You smile.
“Really? Why would you want me?”
“Well first of all, you’re a great fighter. You were also the first person to attempt to be my friend. I’d trust you in the field over anyone.”
“Really?” You can hear the surprise in his voice.
“Yeah.” You let out a soft giggle. “Why are you so surprised that I like you?”
“Usually everyone just tells me to shut up or fuck off.”
“Well I’m not everyone.” You nudge him playfully as you walk.
Soon you come upon a door. It’s a little rusted, but Adrian shoots the lock off and you’re able to break in.
“What is this place?” He asks.
As soon as you walk inside you see the tubes, the files, the devices, the tables, the symbols. You know exactly what this is. This is an old facility for the for the group that made you leave your old job, the mission that ruined your life. You see files on the table, files no doubt full of details on the children they were experimenting on. The group would take orphaned children or children who were abandoned and unwanted, kids who had no one to protect them, and they would experiment on them. They were human trials to try to find new ways of making superheroes. This must have been one of their old abandoned facilities. Despite the lab being inactive, just the sight of it was still enough to send you into a spiral.
Your heart starts beating rapidly as you grow dizzy. You look down at your shaking hands. You’re starting to lose control of your breathing.
“I- I can’t-“ You walk backwards out of the room, starting to hyperventilate.
“Woah. Hey, what’s going on? Are you having a panic attack?” Adrian slowly puts his hands out towards you. He’s a little unsure of what to do.
“I’ve seen this before!” Your entire world is spinning as your start to cry. You can’t stop thinking about the awful things you saw when you snuck into their active facility earlier this year. Those poor children. Part of you was starting to wonder if Waller put you on this team for a reason. You should have known better than to think she was giving you a break. Waller always had some sort of fucked up motive that only worked for herself hidden up her sleeve. “I can’t fucking breathe!” You sob, sucking in air.
“Tender nice touching.” Adrian slowly approached you, patting your shoulder. You needed pressure on your body. You felt like you were slipping away from earth and you needed to be held down.
“Can I have a hug?” You asked, quietly.
“You want a hug?” He asked, his voice just as quiet. He was speaking softly to not startle you further.
“Yeah…”
“I think I can do that.“ He smiles, slowly bringing you into his arms. A little loose at first, he tightened the hug as you melted into him.
“I’m sorry- I- I just…I know what the did here and- and-“ Adrian shushes you as you begin to stutter, your mind moving much faster than your mouth is able to.
“You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me. Don’t focus on anything else, but your breathing okay? Can you feel me breathing?” He rubs your back as you cry into his arms. You nod. “Okay, good. Just…just follow that.” He sighs and then focuses on making his own breathing something you can follow.
“Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what people on the team want because I know Chris doesn’t wanna look weak and Harcourt would kill me if I touched her, so I try to be careful. I just don’t wanna upset you guys more, but if you want me hold you I can keep doing that. Just let me know what you need and I’ll do it.” He says, softly.
“Can you just keep talking?” You ask. The sound of his voice is soothing and grounding.
“You want me to keep talking?” He smiles. “You’re in luck. I’m actually really good at talking. So good, in fact, that people are constantly asking me to shut up. So uh… What can I talk about? Oh! I know. So I have this friend at work. His name is Taylor. Well, he says we’re not friends, but he texts me all time time asking me to help cover his shifts and I would only trust a friend enough to ask them for that, so I think we’re friends. Anyway, so Taylor walked in this morning and…”
The longer Adrian rambles on the better you feel. The pressure of his body on yours and his voice slowly bring you back to earth. Eventually you find yourselves walking back through the tunnels, hand in hand, retracing your steps as he guides you back to the van to regroup. He keeps you distracted with silly stories the entire walk back.
You don’t know what the rest of your team was talking about. Adrian was the best partner you could have had.
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The Angel of Fennel’s Part 1
Hiiii! I was hesitant on posting this cuz writing fan fics is so personal to me so I kinda said screw it to see if people actually like it. This is part one of ??? I have practically most of the story written, so we’ll see :3 I just love Adrian so much so wkskjsjwjsj
*a couple disclaimers, this is a slow burn kinda fic. So if you’re looking for immediate action, I’m sorry this isn’t for you ;-; Eventually I’ll release some spicy stuff if it goes somewhere, but this part is super cute and wholesome. Also reader likes Star Wars!! (Am i projecting??? Maybe…) + I’m sorry if there are spelling mistakes (╥﹏╥) I’m sorry I’m cringe
Sexual references, cursing, you know it. Character is afab, uses she/her
if you like it plz lmk I’m insecure lolll
Working at Fennel Fields was probably the last job you expected yourself to have in your mid twenties. But alas, you’re finishing up school and are heavily in debt with student loans. However, what you expected even less was the fact that you enjoyed your job.
Maybe a little too much.
Now, you’re probably thinking, what could be so great about a job that pays minimum wage? With a restaurant that is so run down, with customers that throw fits and cuss you out? Well, definitely none of that. But it may or may not have been a particular bus boy with the goofiest smile. Adrian Chase.
You had been working there for a few months as a waitress, and were very well liked by all of your coworkers. You had a happy go lucky attitude and you managed to unintentionally charm the other employees to invite you to outings, but whenever you went, you noticed that this bus boy was never invited. Or at least he never went. He was the only coworker you hadn’t gotten close with yet. Adrian kept to himself, did his job, and went home. You held small talk with him a few times but never anything more. Still, you could tell there were more layers behind his awkwardness and chunky frames. And you so desperately wanted to peel them back. So you did your best to integrate Adrian into group conversations, and tried to get him to slowly open up to you. Even though you couldn’t figure out why you wanted to be acquainted with him so badly, you never stopped trying.
Walking into work at an early 8 am, you dismissively said hello to everyone, but walked straight up to the silly bus boy for his personalized daily greeting.
“Good morning, Adrian!” You gave him full eye contact and a tender smile, making him particularly nervous. The ends of his mouth slowly formed a smile as well.
“Hello, Y/N.” You held out your fist to give him a fist bump, but he kinda just froze, almost as if he had never seen a fist bump before in his life.
“Uhm. Here, you’re supposed to do this.” you delicately grabbed his wrist and pressed his knuckles to yours.
“See? It's like, the coolest, most awesome greeting ever.” you giggled a bit, hoping that this whole interaction didn’t make him uncomfortable.
Adrian knew what a fist bump was. Obviously. He and Peacemaker would fist bump each other after a precise shot to someone's head. A reaction to ‘Testosterone and adrenaline raging through our bodies’, as Chris would describe it, whatever than meant.
Yet in this context, it was just a sweet coworker, innocently requesting to press his knuckles against hers. Now all that was pumping through him were nerves and blood rising to his cheeks. He thought way too much about how gently you held his wrist, and how friendly you were trying to come off. And how the physical contact mixed with the conditioner you used in your hair this morning to keep your hair voluminous, mixed further with your adorable giggle. He never noticed any of that when Peacemaker fist bumped him, that’s for sure. The way he let his thoughts linger probably made you feel uncomfortable now as he froze, staring at you. But this was you, the kind girl who just stood and smiled, waiting for any type of reaction. Adrian, the huge awkward mess that he was, just stood uncomfortably, stared at you, and swiftly turned the other direction towards his working station.
You ruined everything. Fuck.
You thought about what you did your whole shift, thinking you did something completely wrong and messed up any chance of a friendship developing. Maybe grabbing his wrist like that wasn’t okay? Maybe you smelled bad, or looked weird? Too many thoughts flooded your mind after that strange interaction.
So you tried to suppress your shame and went about waiting tables.
In all honesty, Adrian couldn’t understand how he felt about you. Generally, he never considered being in a relationship or even liking a girl. He simply didn’t have the time for that, balancing regular work and… ‘government work’. He used to settle for meaningless sex from time to time as Vigilante, but that came to a stop after a while when he realized it reminded him of how lonely he was. Women could like him as Vigilante, sure, but they’d turn away as Adrian, and that made him feel even more hopeless than before. Adrian truly stopped trying to be himself, feeling like his personality was only visible with his mask on.
But then… you started working here four months ago. And working became rough. You were extra nice to him, made efforts to know about him, and accepted all of his weirdness. He couldn’t think properly anymore. He can see girls and think they are objectively pretty and move on, but whenever he looked at you, he developed this pit in his stomach that longed for you. His palms began to sweat and his heart skipped a beat and his breathing became irregular. Regarding his thoughts about you, he felt wrong, dirty, and pretending you didn’t exist really helped him focus on getting his job done quickly and leaving. The reason you guys hadn’t become friends sooner was because he tended to avoid interactions with you. But then you forced your way in, and began to say hi to him every morning, and waited for him as he finished locking up for the day, or snorted at a stupid joke he made, and those intimate thoughts of you became overbearing, distracting, and almost crippling. He would watch the way you interacted with your coworkers and make them instantly comfortable in your presence, and he yearned to let you in the way they did. You were super pretty, without a question, but you were also funny, and smart, and cool, friendly, and witty and thoughtful and everything in between. He just wished he had the balls to say something, anything at all to you. So he decided. Tomorrow was the day he would try to talk to you.
It clearly hasn’t been going well with his tense encounter with you from today. Great job, Adrian.
The following day, You and Adrian would frequently pass by each other as you went back to the kitchen and as he went to place drinks at the table you just took orders from. He would look at you and smile every time you passed by, which calmed your embarrassment from your interaction with him yesterday. He didn’t seem to think much of it, so why should you?
At your break, you sat at a table and watched some videos on your phone, playing with the straw of your water cup, when suddenly, Adrian sits down in the seat across from you, holding his lunch in his hand, still as flustered as he was before. He took a deep breath.
“Hi. Uhm. Can I sit here? Its okay if you say n-”
“Sure! Yeah that’s fine!” you shot back at him, putting your phone down and giving him your full attention. The fact that he asked made you a bit sad. It reminded you that your coworkers weren’t very nice to him, and that he was used to rejection. You wanted to show him that you actually were interested in his presence. This made you especially happy, because this was the first time he had come up to interact with you first instead of the other way around.
“What’s your lunch for today, Chase?” You stared at the bag he was holding, making him rather self conscious.
“Uhm. well I uh…” He dumped the bag’s contents over the table, dropping out a smushed peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a browning banana, a gogurt, and a capri sun. He put on a sheepish smile thinking you’d make fun of him, like Peacemaker or Economos would.
“Damn! Mom really gave you all the good stuff.” you chuckled, trying to make him relax around you.
“Hm? Oh no my mom didn’t make this, my mom is dead.” He said, extremely nonchalantly, as you widen your eyes at his response.
“Oh shit dude I’m sorry, I was just joking.” you cover your hand with your mouth, stunned, feeling even worse than earlier.
Adrian stares at you with wide eyes, and starts to snort and giggle.
“I’m kidding, we are just on bad terms.” He said again, just as detached as before. You stared down at the table, extremely confused, trying to figure him out.
“O-okay…” you said, eyebrows still furrowed. “I just meant that your lunch looks pretty good.”
“Uh. Thank you.” He paused for a few seconds then continued. “W-What did you bring for lunch? If that’s okay to ask.” he looked up to you from unwrapping his sandwich, with sweet doe eyes, peering through his chunky frames, fully attentive to you.
“Well you see…” you began stupidly grabbing an invisible bag and dumping it out just as he did, sound effects and everything, snickering at how stupid that joke was. “I have an invisible three course meal! Fills me with like, all the protein and vitamins I’ll ever need.” You had an obviously fake confidence, another attempt to make him more comfortable with you. He simply furrowed his brows.
“But there is nothing there?” Adrian questioned, very concerned. He was able to joke about his mommy issues, but having a fake lunch flew over his head? That’s okay. You started choking on your spit and began to cough, clearing your throat.
“Uh yeah. I was kidding. I didn’t bring anything. And I’m kinda sick of the food here, so I’d rather skip a meal.” You said a bit guilty, as you played with the flaking edge of the table with your index finger.
“That’s not healthy. I saw a post on reddit saying that if you don’t eat at least two meals a day, you’re 20 percent more likely to show early signs of dementia.” He was dead serious with this sentence. It startled you a bit, and you didn’t know whether you should question how trustworthy reddit was, or whether dementia had anything to do with how many meals you ate.
He leaned in a bit across the booth, saying “I don’t want you to get dementia.” As if the doctors were going to come out with test results from the kitchen and diagnose you. His concern was so adorable, serious or not. It made your heart jump.
“You want some?” He said, already handing you one half of his sandwich before you could respond. “It’s creamy peanut butter and seedless strawberry jam, I don’t like the way the peanut chunks or seeds feel on my teeth. I also cut off the crust. Empty calories.” He said as if that were important at all. You took the other half of the sandwich and bit at the corner.
“Thanks, dude, I’ll front you on lunch tomorrow.” He smiled back at you, and you guys sat in silence for a good few minutes. Adrian did want to say something, I mean, that’s kinda why he decided to sit with you. But he was nervous around you, and his mind went blank. He frequently glanced at your eyes and back down to his lunch. It was up to you to say something. Which, you didn’t mind because you enjoyed starting conversations, it was how to start it which was difficult.
You looked down at his apron, next to his name tag, at a Rebel Alliance pin. Finally, some subject material.
“Hey, I like your pin!” you pointed to it, and he looked down to see what you were talking about. He shot back up at you with wide eyes.
“You like Star Wars?” You have never seen him so excited.
You rolled your eyes, smiling, as you grabbed his gogurt and said in a passionate British accent,
“You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now… until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.” The man started blushing like crazy at how accurate your tonal shifts were. He was elated to find out you were a nerd too.
“Don’t lecture me, Y/N. I see through the lies of the Jedi.” he narrowed his eyes, but still maintained a goofy, comfortable smile. You finally got to him, a little nook into his interests, and that’s all that mattered. The way he lit up made you giggle. He was ready to continue the quoting when,
“L/N, break is over, back to work.” You heard your supervisor say as she passes by the table, eyeing you guys in a judgmental way. Adrian’s smile falters, as he shuts down again and puts his ‘work personality’ back on. Afraid to lose him, you leaned in, still in character, saying “I’ll be back for you, Adrian. I have some… Jedi matters in which I must attend.” you ruffled his hair as you heard him let out a chuckle, and he watched you walk back towards the kitchen.
And just like that, you and Adrian were friends.
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So I have a little something in the works it’s a smut idea that came to mine and I’m hoping to have it up soon! Lemme know what you think! :3
Adrian gave you his boyish grin as he immediately read each one. He saw the kiss coupons along with the cuddle coupons. The ones marked oral caught his eye.
You made coupons for sex. Sex coupons. Coupons for oral or from behind.
Adrian glanced up at you in shock. You smiled at him sheepishly waiting for him to say anything.
“So I could use these anytime?”
“Anytime you like.”
“Really?” You nodded squeezing your thighs together seeing that all to familiar look in his eyes. Adrian glanced down at your legs tensing up.
“Oh this excites you?…”
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{Roommates}
My first chaptered Adrian Chase story was first posted on the 28th April last year, so pretty soon it will have been a year since I started writing it but then back in July the fic went on unofficial hiatus!
Ten whole chapters of slow burn, cheesy and cringy nonsense that I loved absolutely every minute of writing.
Oh yeah, and something exciting this way comes….
{stay tuned}
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Drunk Mind, Sober Thoughts
Adrian Chase x Reader
Summary: During a drunken night with the 11th Street Kids, you say some things you normally wouldn’t. But will you regret it when you’re sober? Reader uses she/her pronouns.
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 3024
A/N: A few months ago, my friend and I watched Peacemaker solely for this man right here and boy am I glad we did. I’ve been obsessed with this dorky murderer ever since <3
“You did not beat up Superman,” Harcourt says with a tired expression on her face.
“Yes I did! You just didn’t hear about it ‘cause he was too embarrassed,” Peacemaker says, defensively. He takes another drink from his fourth beer of the night. “The guy’s not even that tough.”
You watch the interaction and laugh before taking a drink yourself. You had just finished a long day’s work when the team received a message from Amanda Waller. She demanded that you send her a detailed report of the last mission and a summary of what intel you had gathered on the butterflies by the morning. It was too much work for one person to do so the whole team stayed to work (although Chris had to be convinced to stay).
You had gone about one hour of doing the work before both Adrian and Chris started complaining that they were bored. When the rest of you refused to acknowledge them, Chris came up with the brilliant suggestion to ditch the work and get drunk instead. Adrian obviously backed this idea. You, Harcourt, John, and Adebayo all complained that you were too tired to go to a bar, which is when Chris brought out a secret cooler he had stashed in a supply closet.
It took some convincing, and you all had to beg Harcourt to join, but eventually everyone agreed. Fuck Waller, you deserved a break.
Which is how you find yourself currently sitting atop your desk with your third (or was it your fourth?) beer in your hands. You, Chris, John, and Adebayo were all drunk while Harcourt was only a little tipsy. Adrian remained sober as he claimed he would be patrolling later on that night.
“Drunk patrolling is way more dangerous than drunk driving,” Adrian had said to you earlier. You had felt the urge to argue, but then realized who you were talking to and decided against it.
As your mind begins to wander, so do your eyes as you look at Adrian sitting in a chair not too far from your desk. His cute glasses sit perched on his nose and you smile as you watch him laugh, his face beaming. He looks so beautiful. You want to tell him that but you can never get the words out. You almost find the courage to do so now when—
“Let’s play a game!” Leota says rather loudly, shaking you from your thoughts.
“How about truth or dare?” Adrian suggests with a smile. He’s always smiling. He has a beautiful smile.
“What are you, 12?” John shoots back, causing Adrian’s smile to falter. You frown and glare at John before someone else speaks up.
“Never have I ever?” Chris says.
“Boring,” Abebayo says. Then her face lights up. “What about fuck, marry, kill?”
“Aren’t you already married?” Harcourt questions.
“Yeah but this is just pretend,” Adebayo says, gesturing around with her beer bottle. All of you then agree to play.
“I’ll go first!” Chris yells.
“Um actually I wanted to—” Adebayo tries to argue but Chris interrupts her.
“Economos! Fuck, marry, kill…Harcourt, Adebayo, and Y/N,” he says with a cheeky smile. You’re surprised to hear your name and turn to see John’s face pale.
“Uh, aren’t we supposed to go in a circle?” John says nervously, trying not to meet any of the girls’ faces.
“There are no rules, just pick,” Chris says, leaning back in his chair. All three of you stare at John awaiting his response. He stutters, looking between all of you. “Come on man, it’s not like you got a shot with any of them anyway.”
John glares at Chris but Chris just smiles. “Okay fine,” John says, his face heating up. “If I had to choose…I would, marry Adebayo, fuck Y/N, and kill Harcourt.” The words quickly rush out of his mouth but everyone still heard him.
“Thank you,” Adebayo says at the same time as Harcourt says, “What the fuck?!”
Your mouth drops open for a second before blushing. Your drunk mind finds this amusing and you chuckle.
“He made me choose!” John says.
“Why the fuck would you kill me?” Harcourt says with a heated glare. Maybe if she were in a more sober state, she wouldn’t have cared as much. But right now she’s pissed.
“Because you scare me! I wouldn’t be comfortable having sex with you or marrying you,” he argues. Harcourt considers this and seems content with his answer.
“I never knew you had the hots for me John,” you say giggling. You throw a wink his way which only bothers him more.
“I didn’t—I don’t—I thought this was just a game!” he throws his hands up in the air and everyone laughs. Except for one person.
“How about someone else goes?” Adrian says with a frustrated voice. You look over and see him looking tense with a frown on his face. You struggle to comprehend what upset him and when you’re about to ask, someone else speaks.
“Okay I’ll go,” John says, determination on his face. A smug smile creeps onto his face. “Harcourt, fuck, marry, kill…Peacemaker, Vigilante, and me.”
“Are you serious?” Harcourt demands while the rest of you giggle.
“Answer the question, Harcourt,” Chris says with a stupid grin on his face. Harcourt sighs deeply.
“Fine,” she says. “Fuck Peacemaker, marry Economos, and kill Vigilante.” The room once again erupts into giggles and playful taunting.
“I knew you wanted me,” Chris says, a satisfied look on his face. Harcourt immediately glares at him
“Shut up.” Though you’re secretly glad you didn’t have to imagine the idea of Harcourt fucking or marrying Vigilante, you’re also a bit confused as to why she would want to kill him. To you, he’s the best option. You clearly aren’t the only one dissatisfied with the answer because—
“What the fuck?!” Adrian yells from beside you. The group turns to face him. “You would seriously kill me over Economos?! Have you met the guy?”
“Hey!” John speaks up, not liking how this got turned around on him once again.
Harcourt shrugs, clearly not taking this game too seriously. “I think John would make a good housewife.”
“Fuck you guys,” John says, causing the rest of you to chuckle at his red face. You try to throw him an empathetic smile, you never liked the gang teasing John too much, but you’re too drunk to pay much attention to it.
“And no offense Adrian, but I wouldn’t want to kiss you, let alone fuck or marry you,” she says. You look over to see a frown form on Adrian’s face which causes you to frown. You hate seeing him upset. Unfortunately, your intoxicated mind takes this thought and tries to fix things.
“I would,” you say. The room quiets down as all eyes turn to you in surprise.
“Seriously?” Both Harcourt and Chris say, at the same time as Adrian says, “What?”
You glance at his wide-eyed gaze before moving to address the group. “Yeah, I’d kiss him. I bet he’d be a great kisser!” you exclaim before hiccupping. “In fact,” you stand up, slightly swaying on your feet before balancing yourself. “I would also fuck and marry him. Who wouldn’t? He’s—he’s sexy, he’s cute, he’s fucking funny, and he has an awesome personality. Oh, and he’s hot.”
If you were sober, you would want the earth to simply consume you for saying that, not only in front of Adrian but in front of everyone. But you aren’t sober, so you don’t think anything of saying that. The truth slipped out so easily you barely processed saying anything.
The room is still silent as everyone soaks in your speech. Adrian’s face is beat red as he struggles to process what just happened. Then suddenly Adebayo begins to sing, “Y/N and Adrian sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”
Everyone laughs, including yourself, and the game continues on as normal. Or so you thought. What you don’t see, is that Adrian continues to stare at you in wonder and disbelief until someone snaps him out of his thoughts.
The night continues on and the game gets less personal and more fun, bringing in celebrities, random characters and even Amanda Waller which almost made Adebayo leave the room in disgust.
Eventually, the alcohol begins to weigh on you and everyone decides to head home. Adrian offers to drive most of you home as the only sober person. You happily sit in the passenger’s seat and sing along to whatever random song Adrian has on his playlist. He drops everyone off one by one until it’s just you and him. Your energy is slowly leaving you so the ride is mostly filled with the sound of Adrian’s voice, but you don’t mind seeing that it’s Adrian.
When you arrive at your place, Adrian helps you out of the car and then up to your door once you stumble and almost fall. Even having his arm around you makes your heart race. It takes you a while to find your keys and you’re almost disappointed when you do. You don’t want him to leave. But you also know that you’re not in the right state of mind to invite him in.
You place your key in the door and then hesitate. You turn around to see Adrian waiting there, making sure you get in safe. The thought makes you smile. “Thank you, for…for making sure I get home alright,” you say, wanting to talk to him one last time. As if you wouldn’t see him tomorrow.
“O-oh that? Psh, that was nothing,” he says, caught off guard by your sincerity. “All in a day’s work for a hero.” His wink causes you to laugh.
“My hero,” you say with a laugh.
“Don’t I get some sort of kiss as a thank you?” he asks, cheekily. “After all, you were practically begging for me back there.” Both of you know he’s teasing but there’s something truthful hidden in your conversation. And maybe this is only happening because you probably won’t remember this, but you decide to take advantage of it.
“You’re right,” you say. Adrian’s smile turns into a slightly opened mouth. You’re tempted to kiss him right then and there. You lean in and his breath hitches. You press your lips against his cheek, planting a small kiss there. When you pull away, both of your faces are red. But you act as if it doesn’t faze you.
“Goodnight,” you say with a smile, turning towards your door.
“G-goodnight!” Adrian manages to get out as you’re entering your place. You close the door and take a moment to calm your beating heart. Then your thoughts turn towards your bed and how tired you are and your night ends there.
†††
You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a groan on your lips. You roll over in your sheets only to face your alarm clock, telling you you only have half an hour before work. Work. The thought of it makes your head ache even more but you know you have to go.
As you’re getting ready, memories of last night begin to click back into place and you freeze as you remember what you said. Oh. My. God. You start to shake your head, trying to erase the memory as if it never happened. But it did.
“Shit,” you say, taking a moment to sit on your bed. You can’t believe you practically admitted your feelings to Adrian in front of everyone. In front of him. God he is going to think you are such a freak.
You focus on your breathing as your thoughts begin to spiral. Calm down, Y/N. Maybe he doesn’t remember? Oh who are you kidding, he was sober of course he’s going to remember. You fall back onto your bed as you absolutely dread showing your face at work. But after a few minutes of wallowing, you realize there’s nothing you can do but face the music. Taking a deep breath, you continue to get ready to leave.
Walking into work, you wear black sunglasses and hold a cup of coffee in your hands to help with your hangover. You thought you might be late and, though you are the last to arrive, everyone else doesn’t look like they’re doing much better than you. You guess there will be a minimal amount of work done today.
“Ugh, my head is killing me,” Chris says as he leans back in his office chair.
“Obviously. You have a hangover,” Harcourt says, a little more fed up with him than usual. “What did you expect?”
“No way, you think a few little beers is enough to knock me off my feet?” Chris scoffs. Harcourt shakes her head. “My body is built to withstand gallons of alcohol, easily.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re much more superior than the rest of us,” she says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Maybe that’s why you want to fuck me so bad,” he says, smirking at her, extracting a loud groan from Harcourt. She opens her mouth to bite back a response when you hear—
“Oh my god, will you two please quiet down?” Adebayo says from her desk across the room. She’s also wearing a pair of sunglasses and is currently massaging her temples.
“Seriously,” John says from his desk beside her. He looks in rough shape, his face paler than usual. “It’s bad enough I had to come in today, I cannot listen to the two of you do your weird fight-flirting today.”
This elicits even more noise as Harcourt jumps to defend herself and Chris teases her. Between the two of them, stands the man you are afraid to see. Adrian. He’s currently laughing at the fighting, not getting as involved as usual. This is your chance.
You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the conversation ahead. You take your sunglasses off and walk over to him. As you approach, you see him turn to you and smile. “Good morning,” he says in his usual upbeat voice. You’re not sure if he’s ignoring what happened last night or if he’s really chill about it. Either way, your nerves increase.
“Hey,” you reply, finding it hard to meet his eyes but smiling nonetheless. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” You gesture towards the hallway, obviously wanting to have this conversation in private. He agrees and you lead the way.
Once you’re far enough down the hall where the others won’t hear you, you stop to face him. Your words get caught in your throat and your courage disappears as you look at him. Come on Y/N, get it together. As you fidget with your fingers, Adrian takes this as an opportunity to start the conversation.
“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” His face still offers no indication that he knows which makes this a thousand times harder. Deep breaths.
“I wanted to…to apologize for what happened last night,” you say with your eyes trained on the floor.
“Is that what this is about?” His question makes you look back up at him. You tilt your head in confusion. What else would this be about? He only smiles. “Don’t worry about that, no need to apologize.”
“Wait what?” This is not how you thought this was going to go. You’re genuinely unsure of what his next words would be. Was he going to reject you? Maybe admit to similar feelings? Or would he—
“Yeah. I mean, everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk.” Your heart drops. He still doesn’t get it. He’s going to make you say it again, isn’t he?
“Adrian,” you sigh, trying to find the words again. But he keeps talking.
“I get it, I’ve totally been there,” he says. “Like this one time, I was drinking with Peacemaker, and I got so drunk that I told him he has a sexier butt than Taylor Swift! Which is crazy because obviously Taylor has—”
“Adrian,” you say firmly to cut off his ramblings. You look into his big innocent eyes. Here goes nothing. “I meant every word I said.”
His jaw drops and he does nothing but blink at you. “W-what?”
“I…look that obviously wasn’t how I meant to tell you but yeah.” There’s a small silence where you decide to keep talking. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way or if this makes things awkward between us but—”
And then this motherfucker has the gall to laugh. Like actually laugh. You’re so caught off guard that you stop talking.
“Seriously?” he asks you with a big smile on his face. Your face begins to heat up and you look back at the ground.
“There’s no need to laugh at me—”
“What? No, no, no, that’s not—I’m not making fun of you,” he says quickly. You grow confused. He’s still smiling. “I just…I can’t believe that you actually like me.”
“Is that so hard to believe?” you say, still feeling like he’s laughing at you.
“Yes!” he says. “I mean look at you! You’re the most gorgeous, badass, coolest person I know.” Your heart begins to swell. “You’re completely out of my league! Even Peacemaker thought so when I told him how I felt…”
Slowly you understand what he’s trying to say and while he’s still talking, you walk up to him. He only shuts up when you’re standing right in front of him.
“Can I kiss you now?” you ask softly, glancing at his lips. He quickly nods and you pounce on him, bringing his mouth to yours. He lets out a small moan and you smile, pulling him closer to you. The kiss is deep and messy, both of you so excited to finally do this that you want everything at once. Eventually you come up for air and you wrap your hands around his neck. He looks dazed and a goofy smile is stuck on his lips.
“Wow…” is all he says and you feel proud that you’ve rendered him speechless for once.
“Yeah,” you agree.
“In case it wasn’t clear, I really like you,” he says seriously, and you giggle.
“Mmm I hadn’t noticed,” you joke before looking into his eyes. “I like you too.” The smile he gives you turns your insides to jelly. You glance behind him as you’re suddenly reminded of the rest of the group. Luckily, you don’t spot any peeping eyes but you’re not sure how long that will last. “We should get back to the others.”
The thought of it puts a small damper on your mood. You’re so happy to finally be with the man you’ve been crushing on for months and the moment’s over.
“We could do that,” he says nodding. “OR, we could stay here and continue to make out?”
You smile at his optimistic looking face. “Yeah that sounds better.” His lips crash back down to yours as he backs you into a wall and you can’t help but smile at the trouble this boy is about to bring into your life.
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