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denim-devil · 2 years

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Butterflies | A.C

Pairings - Adrian Chase x Male reader

Adrian’s awkward around you and it shows, although, once you push things, Adrian’s quick to follow, to your surprise, he wants all the more…

A/N - Adrian is- omg, okay so like Peacemaker is so fucking funny and Adrian is just…well, he’s the best character, he makes me simp and feral ALL IN ONE-

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“Well I-I wouldn’t say boyfriend-“

His hands settle on his hips, the top button of his shirt popped open, securing the muscular frame underneath. You couldn’t help feel the sting in your chest.

Adrian could see it in your face, immediately regretting his words, your brows furrow, trying to find any excuse in the book as to why you asked, but it was obvious, or it was atleast to Adrian.

“R-Really?”

Your voice was low, almost sorrowful, like you regretted even started the conversation. Adrian couldn’t help it, he couldn’t toy with you like this especially when he wasn’t even telling the truth.

“I’m just kidding-“ he chuckles breaking the silence. You stand, only realising his smile once your met with his glare one again, his hazel eyes gleaming underneath the dim light just above the alleyway.

“You are?” You struggle to grip his intensions but surely, deep down you knew he wouldn’t hurt you in any way…

“Yeah! I just tell people in fear of judgement- which I know you wouldn’t judge me- well I don’t know if you would but th-“ you cut him off with a kiss, pushing yourself forwards, close enough to close your lips over his own.

Adrian slowly returned the kiss, his hands shooting to your hips, pulling you closer into him, almost to close, you could feel it, feel everything…

Heat travelled up your neck once your broke the kiss, Adrian’s lips a shade of deep red from the slight roughness, but you couldn’t help your need.

“S-So does this mean that…I have a boyfriend now?”

You giggle before nodding nervously, watching the slightly older male jump about, wiggling his hips as he begins humming an upbeat tune…you already were second guessing things.

“Please stop, otherwise…you’ll be single, still”

“Okay- I’m sorry but I can’t contain my excitement, because if I do, I end up not sleeping for three days because my body has enough adrenaline to- oh you don’t care…o-okay”

He coughed before standing still, his hazel orbs glinting. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty, the black rim of his glasses capturing his features beautifully.

You slap him in the arm before pecking his cheek.

“You know…I’ve always wanted to try something a bit…risqué”

Your words echoed through his mind immediately sending him into overdrive. His mouth hung agape, like a kid in a candy shop, his eyes full with nothing but admiration, you wanted to do things…with him?

He blushed, which was more then an indication, you chuckled before your lips attacked the spot just below his ear. Your eyes settling on the back entrance of the restaurant.

“Keep an eye out…wouldn’t want anyone seeing what’s mine”

Adrian could of sworn he saw stars, heaven even, he felt so damn close already and you hadn’t even started, he definitely blamed it on the adrenaline.

“O-Okay, well, even if anyone catches you- us, it’s not as if they could stop it in anyway, we have the legal right to uh-“

“Your so hot when you ramble” you breathlessly whisper against his ear before trailing kisses down his neck, your lips meeting with the red cotton of his shirt.

It takes a second for Adrian to realise but soon enough your dropping to your knees, hands grazing down his front, slipping down the cotton of his shirt before lifting up his apron.

Adrian’s mouth hung agape, as if he was nervous? You would’ve guessed the guy had every girl…and boy falling at his feet yet he was just as mysterious as the next vigilante…

“Oh…already?”

Your hands wander lower, gently squeezing at the growing mound in his work pants.

“W-Well I- you just caught me at the right time…you know, with the adrenaline” he awkwardly fiddles with the lower buttons of his shirt, slowly watching you fumble with his zipper.

“Oh…I certainly did” you easily slip a hand past the unzipped gap, digging into his boxers. Immediately heat rises up from your neck all the way to your cheeks once you settle upon the hard muscle.

You watch in anticipation, finally pulling him from his confines and it really did not disappoint. Adrian stood, practically drooling at the sight of you on your knees, his eyes replaced by lovehearts, his mouth open.

“So…this is the adrenaline huh? Or is this because…” you trail off, wrapping your hands around the above average length, giving him a few tugs, watching the angry head weep with need.

“I- oh my god-“ his words were a mere groan, his head lolling backwards into the brick wall he was resting against.

You kitten licked the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that rested there, before taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah-“

You hollow your cheeks, pushing yourself further down his length. A hand slips through your hair, directing you on his cock, causing you to moan.

He thrusts upwards causing your throat to contract around him, gagging at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. But to be honest, you couldn’t help but hum at the fullness you were experiencing.

You immediately began bopping your head, the hand that settled in your hair encouraging you to keep going, ignoring how sensitive your throat was.

Tears slip from your eyes due to his thrusts and Adrian couldn’t help but smirk at the sight, he finally had you right where he wanted you.

“Omg- shit, so fucking pretty, look at you-“

Adrian already felt himself getting close, until his orgasm washed over his body. He threw his head back, crying out profanities.

His chest heaving watching your eyes squint shit, cheeks a flushed red as you reach the base, accepting all the loads he offered.

You swallow without thinking, watching as Adrain chuckled, you just fucking swallowed his cum, of course he couldn’t contain himself.

His glasses were fogged up slightly, crooked on his nose, his mouth open, eyes shut lightly.

“That was…god I love you, so so perfect-“

#male reader #x male reader #adrian chase #peacemaker hbo max #adrian chase x male reader #smut #fluff #freddie stroma

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mixpixi · 2 years

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Old peacemaker fanart bc vigilante has my heart.

#vigilante #peacemaker #peacemaker dc #dc #dc characters #dc fanart #hbo max #peacemaker hbo max #the skrunkly #vigilante peacemaker

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spooky-donut-ghost-house · 13 days

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pepethefrog89 · 1 year

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Life update: I'm still obsessed with Adrian Chase

#adrian chase #peacemaker #vigilante #peacemaker hbo max #peacemaker series #max talks #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker vigilante #freddie stroma

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multifandomfanficss · 8 months

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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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multifandomfanficss2 · 5 months

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Never made a custom before, but I’ve wanted one of these since the show came out

#adrian chase #freddie stroma #peacemaker #vigilante #peacemaker hbo max #dc comics #dcu

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tasmpeter · 2 years

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𓏲 ˚ ༘ 𖣠 back to the old house

@peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling!

— pairing: adrian chase x batfam/wayne!reader

— summary: maybe you should have expected your father would find out you’re dating a wanted criminal. you definitely didn’t expect for your older brother to show up at your house half way across the country. so, it really shouldn’t surprise you that your father is holding a family dinner in adrian’s chases honor.

or in which your family somehow continues to surprise you.

— content warnings: brief smut (piv sex, rough sex, praise kink, mentions of pain kink), caught having sex, mentions of violence, troubling family dynamics, mentions of adoption & orphanage, drinking, daddy issues, reader is the number one adrian chase defender, reader has a crush on starfire. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: ahh! i finally write something for the peacemakernet <3 i hope i did this right lol! it’s my first time participating in something like this. anyways, i have been obsessing over batfam!reader & spewed this up because i’m obsessed with the awkward dynamics that would happen here. i’ve also been thinking about writing a little backstory/prequel for batfam!reader. also let’s pretend like i didn’t post the second part of the story (it was literally just going to be smut lol).

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ🦋ɞ┊ unofficial sequel/one shot for to wish for impossible things ꒱

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Falling in love with Adrian Chase was not apart of the plan when you were shipped off to Evergreen, Washington by your father. You had one simple goal: keep an eye on Task Force X and report back to your father once a week on updates. You didn't try to fall in love with Adrian, it just happened. It was slow, and sweet, and incredibly erotic.

As your fake relationship with Adrian turned into a real one, you also came clean to the task force about your reasonings for being in Evergreen. (Harcourt let you know that she already knew about this secret plot and she was just waiting for the rest of them to catch up). The group didn't shun you or push you away once they learned the truth, in fact, it brought you guys closer together. You had found yourself a group of people who accepted you for you. That's a family.

With your father content with the information you pass along with him weekly, you found yourself a home in Evergreen. A peaceful life that you found yourself enjoying. You never thought a life like this would satisfy you. But not having constant cameras on you gave you a freedom you had always craved.

Everything was great, until your father decided to surprise you.

"Fuck me right there, baby! Yes!" You screamed out as Adrian pounded into your wet cunt. Your stiletto nails were drawing blood down Adrian's back as he destroyed your pussy.

"Such a good girl for me. Uh — You are doing such a good job taking my cock," Adrian growled into your ear as the sounds of his animalistic thrusts filled your apartment.

"I'm so — fuck, baby! — I'm so close!" You moaned out as Adrian started to roll his fucking hips as he thrusted into you.

"Go ahead, come for me, baby. Such.. a.. good.. girl," Each word out of Adrian's mouth enunciated with a sharp thrust of his hips.

"God, please don't," A stranger voice called out in the room. You jumped and reached for the batarang under your pillow while Adrian jumped out of you and quickly grabbed his pistol on the nightstand.

You throw the batarang aimlessly and Adrian cocks the gun at the target. Once the batarang whizzes past the intruder, you see who it is. Your fucking brother. Dick Grayson stood in the doorframe of your bedroom, wedging the batarang from its spot in the trim. You motioned for Adrian to lower the gun. He gave you a hesitant look, but ended up agreeing and slowly set it back down onto the table.

"You know, for someone named Dick, you really are a fucking cockblock," You shouted at your brother, wrapping the duvet cover closer around your body. Adrian was still crouching next to the bed, peaking his head up just enough to spot Dick Grayson. He was just as beautiful as they people say. Charcoal black hair and piercing blue eyes, and an ass that looks good even in denim.

"I'm sorry for not wanting to see my baby sister getting plowed by a serial killer," Dick retorted, his haunting blue eyes darting over to Adrian, "Put fucking clothes on and meet me in the living room."

Dick tossed the batarang in the air, caught it, and turned back down your hallway. Once he was out of sight, you threw your head back down onto the pillow and huffed. Adrian slowly rose from his spot on the floor and scurried to find his clothes scattered around your bedroom. He began tossing your clothes onto the bed. He seemed anxious and stressed, so you got out of bed and walked up to Adrian. You still weren't wearing any clothes and Adrian gulped as your naked body was exposed to him.

"You need to put clothes on. I can't get an erection in front of your brother," Adrian said before throwing another shirt at your face.

"You don't need to be nervous, pretty boy. It's just Dick. He's daddy's lap dog. He won't do anything to you, I promise," You consoled Adrian as you slowly slipped Adrian's stolen hoodie over your head and stepped into your panties.

"It's not that. I-It's just the first time I'm meeting your family," Adrian mumbled out as he combed his fingers through his hair to smooth it out.

He was nervous about meeting your brother, not about him possibly being sent to prison. That's kind of cute, actually.

"Just let me do the talking. And don't get swept up in any of Dick's bullshit. He's a charmer," You said as you kissed Adrian's cheek and walked to meet your brother in the living room.

Dick was sat in the little arm chair in the corner, holding a framed photo of you and Jason. (It was taken a few years back. Jason had a bloody nose and you had a gash on your lip. It was the first time you fought side by side with Jason and you had a good time). You slinked onto the couch and watched as Adrian hesitantly sat down next you. He kept at least one inch of space between the two of you, not daring to touch you in front of your brother.

"You don't have any pictures of me. I'm hurt, princess," Dick said as he sat the picture frame back down on the side table. You hated when your siblings would call you princess. A name they began to call you as soon as the press did.

"Jason doesn't call me princess, so," You shot back at your brother.

"Speaking of Jason..."

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back into the sofa, "Ugh, what did he do now?"

Dick laughed, "Nothing, actually. Dad convinced him to join us for a family dinner. Which is why I'm here."

"I am not going to a fucking family dinner," You groaned out.

"It's in your honor, actually. Well, it's in his honor," Dick stated, looking over at Adrian who was fumbling with his hands next to you on the couch.

"Oh fuck no—,"

"I'm not asking, princess. I'm telling. Get your shit together and meet me at the Evergreen air field in an hour. Dad let me take the jet to get you," Dick commanded, before standing up from the velvet arm chair and walking out your front door.

You threw your head back again in frustration and groaned, "I fucking hate this fucking family!"

Adrian quickly scooted closer to you and gently grabbed you hand, "I-It will be fine. We will go to Gotham and—,"

You laughed, "This will be anything but fine, Adrian. Y-You haven't met my family."

"D-Do you not want me to?" Adrian mumbled, playing with your fingers. His eyes were no longer looking into yours, as he usually does when he gets vulnerable with you.

"It's not that, baby. It's just, my family is — collectively a mess. An orphan doesn't just adopt five orphaned children without having a chaotic household," You said, cupping Adrian's jawline and brushing your thumb along his cheek. Adrian nuzzled into your hand and slightly nodded.

"Do you think Batman is going to arrest me?"

You giggled and Adrian's smile grew. It did every time you laughed, "No. He wants to meet you. Which, I think is worse than wanting to arrest you. Prepare yourself for some very invasive questions."

You and Adrian arrived at Evergreen Air field exactly one hour after your brother. You only brought bare necessities as most of your possessions were still in your bedroom at home. Adrian only wanted to bring his Vigilante suit but you convinced him to bring a nice button up shirt for dinner. This was Adrian's first time on an airplane, he confessed to you on the car ride to the air field, and you promised that he would be perfectly fine. (A Wayne jet is far safer than any regular Boeing). You and Adrian sat in the cream seats across from Dick — not before you grabbed a mimosa from the flight attendant.

"I think we should go over some ground rules of the Manor," Dick said, sipping his sparkling water.

"That's probably best," You muttered out, setting your mimosa in the cup holder. Your other hand was still attached to Adrian's, which your brother noticed.

"Okay, Adrian. Rule One: do not touch anything unless you are told. Rule Two: do not go anywhere unless you are told. And Rule Three: don't look at Damian in the eyes, he can smell fear," Dick listened to rules and Adrian tried his hardest to integrate the new information into his brain. He did not want to fuck this up. He is meeting Bruce Wayne, the Batman, and your father. If he messed this up, he would land himself in Arkham for life.

"Don't acknowledge Damian. He's insane because he was trained by his League of Assassins mommy. If you even breath wrong, he will say something," You said to Adrian, taking another sip of the mimosa.

"League of Assassins? That sounds cool as hell. I want to join," Adrian pouted and Dick started laughing. You shot daggers at Dick.

"Trust me, Adrian. You do not want to join the League of Assassins. Ra's al Ghul would kill you on-site," Dick chuckled out. Adrian frowned and you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

The rest of the plane ride was as, normal, as a jet ride could go. It was only an hour flight, given the speed of the plane. You caught up with Dick.

("So, will Kori be joining us for dinner? Or are you dating Babs today?" You asked, clutching your third mimosa and smirking a little at your brother.

"I don't bring Kori around after you tried to fuck her the last time she was over," Dick mumbled out, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I just wanted her to know that when you two inevitably broke up again, that I was available for her," You smirked out. Adrian's eyes were popping out of his head at the banter. He didn't know you were into girls as well. He was going to have to follow up with you on that one.

"I think you said, and I quote: 'When you figure out that you are too good for Dick. I'll be here for you with open arms and open legs'.")

Upon landing, Alfred Pennyworth picked you up for the airport. If anyone asked, you would say that Bruce Wayne is your father, but Alfred raised you. Which is true. Alfred taught you, cared for you while your father was fighting crime in the streets of Gotham. When you saw him on the tarmac, you ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

"Alfred! Ugh, I missed you," You said into Alfred's expensive blazer.

"I missed you too, Miss Wayne. The manor hasn't been the same without you," Alfred said, rubbing a gentle hand on your spine.

"Well, there is no one to stop Tim and Damian from killing each other now," You laughed. You motioned for Adrian to come over, which he hesitantly did. He stood besides you two awkwardly, shifting his weight between feet and looking anywhere but into your eyes.

"Alfred, this is Adrian Chase, my boyfriend. Adrian, this is Alfred. He basically raised me, seeing as Dad was never home," You laughed, waving a hand in between the two. Adrian's hand jumped out to give Alfred's a firm handshake.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mister Pennyworth," Adrian exclaimed, jerking their hands up and down aggressively.

Alfred's knowing eyes shot to you, "It's nice to meet you too, Mister Chase. Master Wayne has been dying to meet you."

You groaned and slipped into the black limousine. Adrian, who has also never been in a limo before, slid into the car behind you. His eyes were in awe of the dim lights and spacious room in the back of the car.

"I always forget you are super rich," Adrian whispered into your ear. You grabbed a champagne flute from the little cart and passed another one to Adrian.

"The money is the only plus side of being a Wayne. Cheers to the most fucked up family on the planet!" You toasted your glass between Adrian and Dick, who clinked flutes with yours.

"You could say that again," Dick mumbled out before taking a sip.

Wayne Manor was located in the countryside of Gotham. There was no neighbors for miles, and you could only see the Gotham Skyline peaking out in the distance. It was another rainy day in Gotham and the dark clouds that surrounded Wayne Manor made it look haunted. It was dark, old, and gothic. The iron gates that stood tall in front of the Manor were a warning. It wasn't a sparkling, modern mansion as Adrian expected. The home was owned by the brooding Batman, so he shouldn't have expected much. There was a couple of staff members awaiting your arrival on the grand staircase outside, ready to grab your luggage and escort you to the proper rooms. Dick exited the limo first. Then Adrian, who held your hand as you left the car. You squeezed his hand anxiously and slowly started up the stone staircase.

Jason Todd greeted you as you entered into the foyer. You screamed his name when you saw him, and took off into Jason's arms. He caught you, and brought you in to a big hug. Jason swung you in his arms for a few seconds before setting you back down on the original hardwood floors.

"Hey, little bird. Haven't seen you in awhile," Jason said, his voice was very quiet and you really had to pay attention when he spoke.

"I heard you came home just to see your favorite sibling," You said, punching his bicep and chuckling a little.

"I actually came home to meet your new boy toy," Jason nudged his head at Adrian, who looked out of place in the massive victorian structure.

You rolled your eyes, "He's not my boy toy, he's my boyfriend."

"Wow, finally someone got you to settle down. Congrats, man. Little bird, here would never stay with someone more than one night—," Jason directed his attention and words to Adrian. You quickly placed a hand over his mouth, before he could embarrass you anymore.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," You turned to Adrian behind you.

Jason managed to escape his mouth from your grasp, "That's not true. You never brought the same person home —,"

"I was saving myself for Kori, " You blurred out, causing Jason to burst out into laughter.

"Good luck. She's back with Grayson again."

You groaned, "God, when will he just pick one. Wasn't he engaged to Babs like a few months ago?"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

After Jason hastily left as Dick entered the house, you brought Adrian up to your old bedroom. It reminded Adrian a lot of how you decorated the apartment you currently lived in. Fake plants stuffed into random corners, a few magazine covers you did framed on the walls. (There was a picture of your family sitting on your dresser. It was a formal photograph. Jason wasn't included, and everyone was dressed in black. No smiles. It looked militaristic).

"I was hoping to see some boy band posters and stuffed animals," Adrian chuckled out as he threw himself onto your king size bed.

You laid down next to him, placing yourself in between his body and his arm, "I threw those out awhile ago, pretty boy."

Adrian's pink lips folded into a pout, "I can't wait to learn embarrassing stories about you tonight."

You rolled your eyes, "God. Ugh, I don't want to see my dad. I would rather be thrown into the Lazarus pit."

Adrian's eyebrow quirked at the mention of the Lazarus pit. But, he learned very early on into your relationship not to question the random family lore you throw his way. You were much more of a certified superhero anyways, more than Adrian at least.

"We have a few hours before dinner. Do you want to take a bath with me?" You questioned, standing up to peel your shirt off.

Adrian's eyes widened at your braless torso and quickly nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

You told Adrian to wear black to his funeral. His funeral being the family dinner tonight, where he is the guest of honor. You made sure to coach him on his responses while getting ready. Don't ramble, don't stay off topic, and do not mention his extracurricular work. Adrian was eager to impress your father and latched onto every piece of advice you threw at him. You combed his curls back out of his face and placed him in a black button up and some slacks. Adrian, who normally only wore zip ups and blue jeans, was always so excited to dress up. He always mumbled about finally getting his Princess Diaries Makeover Moment. (You always put a little blush on his cheeks and lip gloss on his lips. He liked how the lip gloss tasted and "you can't have a makeover without blush, birdie. It's not possible.").

Adrian pressed a glossy kiss to your red lips and admired your dress. It was a silky navy blue slip dress that suited you so perfectly. Adrian's eyes washed past your hips and to meet your perky nipples peaking out of your dress. You flicked him in the head.

"Don't get any ideas, big guy. The last thing we need is you trying to fuck me during dinner," You shouted out at your clearly horny boyfriend.

"Then you are going to have to change dresses because I cannot take my eyes off your boobs right now."

"Adrian Allen Chase, I will electrocute you in the dick right now," You groaned out as you walked back into your walk in closet.

Adrian's slacks tightened again and he gritted his teeth, "Birdie, you can't just say that to me. You know I—,"

You appeared in the closets door frame in only your bra and underwear. Matching. Teal. Adrian physically had to force himself to look anywhere but your body, "Yeah, I remember. Do you remember how I strapped you to a chair and tased your throbbing cock?"

You were sounding so fucking innocent and naive. Like you didn't know exactly what you were saying. Adrian ground his teeth together to feel anything but how hard he was.

"Stop it, birdie. We- We have to go to dinner," Adrian sputtered out. His eyes attached to the crown molding on your ceilings. His hands clutched together in front of his cock, which was clearly springing out of his slacks.

"But, baby. What if we just stayed here and fucked on every surface of my bedroom?" You questioned as you stalked towards him. Adrian still refused to look into your batting eyelashes and big doe eyes as you pressed yourself into his chest.

"You aren't getting out of this. Go. Get Changed," Adrian spat out, tilting his head to look into your doe eyes. You grumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Okay, dad. Whatever you say," You said as you stumbled back into your closet and found a long sleeve dress that was modest enough for Adrian.

Adrian nodded in approval as you twirled around for him. You grabbed his arm as you two strolled out of bedroom towards the dinning room. The formal family dining room was located on the first of three floors in the Wayne Manor. Tucked behind a sitting room, the dining room was large enough to seat fifty guests. A grand chandelier casted the room into a yellow light, which sparkled off the crystal glasses. At formal family dinners like tonight, Alfred would set out assigned seating. Everyone was forced to one end of the table, never scattered about at different spots around the forty foot mahogany table. Alfred would assign seats under the principle of the least amount of arguments possible. Never seat Jason Todd next to Bruce Wayne or Dick Grayson, and never seat Damian Wayne next to Tim Drake. Damian usually sat closest to Bruce Wayne, as Bruce was able to coral him better than anyone else. Cassandra was usually sat in between Tim and Jason as a buffer. She was didn't talk, but gave a deadly glare to either of the boys if one of them began to chirp up.

As you waltzed into the dining room, you gasped at the seating arrangement. Adrian Chase was placed on the right of Bruce Wayne. Easiest access to stare into his soul and suck the life from his body. You shot a pleading look to Alfred, who scooted your chair out for you to sit.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wayne. Master Wayne requested it," Alfred whispered into your ear as you sat into your chair.

Your siblings started to spill into the room slowly. Jason was sat on your right, Damian was sat on the left of your father, Dick was sat next to Damian, and Cassandra acted as a buffer between Tim and Jason. Jason, who's white streak was prominent under the golden light, gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as he sat down. All of your siblings had anxiety about this. You hadn't all been in a room together in two years, and a formal dinner held by your father could only end in one way. A train wreck. You wondered how arrogant your father must have felt sending Dick across the country to call for you.

A server was pouring you and Adrian of glass of vintage red wine when Bruce Wayne stepped into the dining room. Adrian's eyes quickly dashed down, now suddenly more interested in the red wine he won't drink. You gently moved your hand to rest on Adrian's thighs. You saw his shoulders jump at the hand on his thigh and he quickly took a big gulp of his wine. You stand corrected.

Bruce sat down at the table and took a sip of his brandy. His eyes washed over all his children before lingering on you and Adrian. You met his cold eyes and sharpened yours. You didn't dare break the stare as you took a sip of your wine and squeezed Adrian's thigh. Then, Bruce's eyes darted to Adrian. Adrian stared at the tip of Bruce's nose, as he learned a trick about looking like you are giving eye contact without actually giving direct eye contact. Bruce gave him a once over, glancing at his trembling hands that were gripping at his napkin.

"Are you just going to give us the death stare, Dad? Or can we get along with the meal?" You snapped after you felt Adrian's tremble reach his thigh. Your eyes darted to Adrian's for a moment, and see him give you a light smile as you protected him from your fathers glances.

"Don't be rude, princess. This dinner is for your boyfriend, anyways," Damian gripped back, taking a sip of his apple juice in his crystal tumbler.

"Shut it, Damian. No one wants to hear from you tonight," Jason chirped up and you snapped your head at him. Of course, not one conversation together could go cordially.

"That's enough," Bruce grumbled as he poured back the brandy into his mouth. He motioned to the staff to start serving plates as you laid your napkin in your lap. The other Wayne's might not have class, but you did. Sometimes.

A four cheese lasagna made from scratch and aged cheese was placed in front of you. You shot a look to your father, "I hope the meal is okay. I heard Adrian liked Italian."

You squeezed Adrian's thigh tighter. Your stiletto nails digging deeper into his thigh. Adrian deeply inhaled and shot you a warning look as you tried to suppress your rage. Of course your father looked into Adrian. It should be expected, but you keep getting more surprised and blind sided with your family each time they speak.

The family started to cut into their steaming hot meals. No one daring to say the first word, and no one daring to look at each other. The room was silent for minutes, expect for the sound of silverware clattering and the sounds of people sipping their drinks.

“So, Adrian. I assume my daughter has told you about her extracurricular activities?” Bruce asked, head turned towards Adrian.

Adrian swallowed his food harshly and his fearful eyes slowly met Bruce’s. He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull, “Yes, uh. Yes, sir.”

You squeezed Adrian’s thigh again and you heard him squeeze.

“I see, and I assume you figured out who we all are,” Bruce continued his questioning. He couldn’t help myself. Always had to play detective in whatever room he was in.

Adrian hesitantly nodded. Bruce set his silverware down onto his plate and dabbed the corner of his lips with his napkin, “Well good, then we are all open to speak freely about our situations. I assume he knows the reason as to why you were in Evergreen as well.”

Your fathers attention turned towards you and you felt your breath start to quicken, “He figured out the first day we met. Adrian is very smart. Smarter than most, actually.”

No matter how scared or nervous you may feel, you can never show it. Never show weakness. It was drilled into your head like a lobotomy.

“Now you are really going to get your boyfriend thrown into Arkham, princess,” Tim spoke across the table and you shot him an evil eye.

“Tim, shut your mouth,” You fired back, words laced with venom.

Tim stuck his tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because I was your replacement.”

“Timothy, watch it,” Jason retorted back, defending your honor. Of course he had to enter into the conversation to make things worse.

“Jason, butt out of it,” Dick piped up. Cassandra quickly stabbed her butter knife into the mahogany next to Dick’s hand to get him to be quiet.

“This dinner is suppose to be about our guest. Everyone, please just be civil for one night,” Bruce grumbled out from the head of the table.

“Sure, that’s what this dinner is about. No other ulterior motives to this I’m sure,” You mumbled into your wine glass as you finished off the rest of it.

“Is it so wrong of me to want to get to know my daughters first boyfriend?” Bruce asked, motioning to the server for another glass of brandy.

“We all know why we are here, Dad. You want to see if Adrian is good enough to know our little secret or if you want to throw him into Arkham,” You spat out, slamming your wine glass back into the table and leaning closer to your father.

You saw Damian’s mouth start to open in the corner of your mouth and quickly snapped your attention to him, “Close your mouth right now, Little Boy, or I’ll close it for you.”

Damian glared at you, but quickly closed his mouth and slumped back into his chair. You snapped your head back to your father, who was giving you a look that fathers give their children when they are disappointed. It disgusted you.

“That’s enough,” Bruce snapped at you.

“It’s true, though right? That’s the reason you even bothered on getting us all together. You wanted them to rank my boyfriend in front of his face and debate on whether he gets to have a life. It’s sick and it’s demeaning!” You shouted, all the alcohol you’ve consumed giving you a newfound confidence. You are telling your father off and it feels so good.

Adrian stared at you with amazement. You are defending him in front of the fucking Batman. No one has ever attempted to defend him before, let alone to the founder of the Justice League. You were the coolest person he knew. He was in love with coolest person in the world.

“I was actually going to let you know that you are free of your duties in Evergreen and are free to come home,” Bruce shouted back at you. That caused you to back down and sink into your chair.

“I-I don’t want to come home, Dad,” You stuttered out. Adrian had removed your tight grip on his thigh and you were now squeezing his hand for support. You would never leave Adrian.

“Don’t throw your life away in some hell hole for a piece of shit murderer, princess,” Dick chirped up and you fucking lost it. All the emotions you have been feeling your entire life bubbling up to the surface, and the alcohol finally let you express them.

“He is a person! What — Why do none of you seem to understand that? He’s — He’s literally sitting right here. Y-You don’t get to do this. I see right through all of you. Y-You just invited us here to pick apart, Adrian, and guilt me for dating a vigilante!” You shouted, standing up from your seat at the table. All eyes were on you, even Cassandra’s.

“Let’s go, Adrian. I-I won’t let this happen to you,” You said, looking down at Adrian. His green eyes were soft and looking at you with such admiration. That look made everything you had just said worth it. You would defend Adrian Chase until the day you die, and that’s all that mattered to you.

You outstretched your hand to pull Adrian up. He accepted and stood up with you.

“I-It was nice meeting you all,” Adrian mumbled out with a small wave to your siblings, avoiding your fathers line of sight.

You started to walk off until your fathers voice brought you to a stop, “If you go, I will no longer support you. The apartment, the equipment, it will all be gone.”

You turned your head around, “You never did anyways. At least in any way that mattered.”

When you shut the grand doors of your bedroom, the exhaustion of the night finally hit you. You slumped against the door in an attempt to collect yourself. You completely embarrassed yourself in front of Adrian. Your family made you feel like a fool. They turned you into someone you aren’t. Someone you didn’t like. The Curse of the Wayne’s, you liked to call it. Adrian was carefully peeling off his clothes to shove back into his duffel bag, not noticing you still clutching the door handles.

Once you composed yourself, you slowly shifted over to Adrian. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants that he arrived in and you had a perfect view of his sculpted body. You ran a fingernail over his abs, deciding a jagged scar was more important than looking into Adrian’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry for embarrassing you, tonight. My family brings out a side of me I don’t really like,” You mumbled out, tracing a bullet hole on his stomach.

“What do you have to be sorry for, birdie? You defending me in front of fucking Batman. That is the dopest thing anyone has done for me, ever,” Adrian exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up.

You looked into his green eyes and couldn’t help but smile, “Really?”

Adrian nodded quickly, which caused his glasses to slid down his nose. You pushed them up the bridge of his nose, “You are the coolest person I know, dude. No one would have the balls to yell at Bruce Wayne.”

You chuckled, “I think I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have that glass of wine.”

“It’s because you loveee me,” Adrian teased, squeezing your hips.

You slapped a hand on his bicep, “Shut your mouth, Chase.”

“Make me,” Adrian stuck his tongue out as he made an effort to cheer you up.

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, “You’re lucky I love you, Chase. I just threw away millions of dollars for you.”

Adrian’s arm found home in the small of your back, “Does that mean you will be moving in with me?”

You gave him a small smile, “If you’ll have me.”

Adrian abruptly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screeched out in surprise and laughed as he slapped your ass, “Hell yeah, birdie. Now, let’s go home. I hate it here.”

You will always have a home if Adrian was around. He was your home, and he was the only fucking family that mattered.

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pretendfan · 1 year

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Hands (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Hi how are youuu? I saw that requests are open not sure if you're overwhelmed so you don't need to rush I'm rambling sorry. I was hoping if you can write something with adrian/vigilante and reader being obsessed with hands and she sucks on his hand while he calls her a slut👀👀 thank youuu also I really love your writing💕🦋

Yes!!

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Warnings: degrading, praise, p in v, oral (male receiving), cursing, smut, riding, dom Adrian, sub reader, choking, established relationship

Why was your boyfriend so fucking hot? This thought usually popped into your mind at least a total of ten times a day. You knew exactly why you felt this way. It was his stupid hands.

His dumb hot big hands. You’ve grown wet just by watching him play video games. Seeing how fast his fingers can move across the controller. His hands were so hot to you. There was a time you had basically attacked Adrian just after watching him shoot his gun.

Did Adrian know about your excitement with his fingers? No. You knew how much he’d use it to his advantage if he knew. He’d hold it over you and would make you flustered with it.

His talented hands. They do so much for you.

Today had been a day where you couldn’t concentrate much. Usually you were never this horny, but Adrian and you hadn’t gotten the time to really do anything as of late.

You both were pent up, so he was getting to you more than usual. Adrian stood up excitedly basically rushing you to the car when Emilia ended the meeting. “Finally we get a day off tomorrow!” You laughed before tensing as he patted your thigh.

“So what do you wanna do for dinner? I was thinking just getting burgers would be alright for tonight? I can cook tomorrow or tonight instead if you don’t feel like eating out...”

All of what he was saying was going in one ear and out the other. Your breath hitched as he ran his hand up and down your leg. Thought of his fingers deep in you began to run through your head.

What you wouldn’t do to feel his fingers inside of you or inside your mouth while he drilled into you. “Y/N you good?” You glanced up shaking it off. “Yeah I’m alright just a bit tired.”

He nodded in understanding. “Yeah I’m tired too...” He began to drone on about how he couldn’t wait to cuddle up and get some premium sleep with you. You blocked him out once again staring at his hand on your thigh. You grew distracted once you saw the other clenching the steering wheel.

“Adrian...” He stopped talking seeing you squirming a bit in your sleep. “Y/N you okay? You seem a bit off. I can pull over if you need me too?” You shook your head grabbing his hand off your thigh.

“Oh! I’m sorry was my hand making you uncomfortable..” Adrian’s words trailed off as you brought his hand to your mouth. He stared in shock as you pulled two of his fingers inside sucking on them softly.

Adrian pulled over on the side of the road to give you his full attention. You moaned around his fingers pulling them out to kiss his palm. “Holy shit..” He muttered out feeling his pants tighten.

“Your hands are so pretty Adrian..” You whispered out kissing each of his tips making sure to suck on them after. Adrian whimpered a bit as you brought his hand inside your jeans. “I’m so wet Adrian..please take me home..”

Adrian took a shaky breath feeling your damp panties. “Please..” He glanced up at you still in shock. Adrian groaned leaning in giving you a hard kiss. “I will get us home right now. Keep my fingers in your mouth.”

You nodded excitedly taking his hand to suck on his two of his fingers. “Good girl..” Adrian sped just a tiny bit as you moaned kissing his hand. “Such a little slut..Did my hands get you turned on?” You nodded.

“Yes..I just kept thinking about your hands on me or in me..” Adrian cursed quickly getting out once he pulled into the driveway. He dragged you inside slamming you against the front door.

“So my hands?” You nodded as he kissed your neck. “I kept this a small secret, but your hands are so hot.” Adrian grinned as he gave you two of his fingers. “Prep them for me.” You nodded happily.

“Such a good little slut. Look at you mouth full of my fingers.” Drool leaked from the side of your mouth as he used his other hand to grip your throat. “How much do you actually like my hands?” He pulled away beginning to remove your clothing.

“I love your hands so much. They take such good care of me and fuck!” You cursed as Adrian slid the two fingers he had you suck on up and down your folds. You whimpered pressing your head against the door.

“I didn’t know my hands drove you so crazy.” You nodded. “I’ve literally gotten myself off just thinking about you playing video games..” Adrian groaned kissing you. He pushed his tongue into your mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck! So good!” You panted as he began to thrust them into you. “You’re so fucking wet...Literally soaking..” You moaned as he used his thumb to stroke your clit. “Fucking slut. You got off on my hands on you.” You nodded moving your hips. “Don’t move.” You whined as he removed his fingers.

Adrian moaned as he moved the fingers he had put inside of you in his mouth. “So fucking sweet. Want a taste slut?” You eagerly nodding opening your mouth for Adrian. He smiled shoving the two fingers he had just sucked your juices off of in your mouth.

“So fucking hot..” You hummed around his fingers. Adrian was still a bit stunned by all of this. “Why didn’t you tell me about this little obsession of yours?” You whined when he removed his hand shoving you to your knees. “Answer me slut.” You unbuckled his belt gazing up at him.

“I didn’t want you to tease me for it..” You mumbled out pulling his pants down. His cock sprang up slapping your chin a bit. “Hmm poor pretty girl..My hands feel way better than yours huh?” You nodded. “I just want them on me..Please..” He nodded.

“I’ll take care of you, now put your mouth to good work.” Adrian grabbed a fistful of your hair pushing you to his cock. You groaned as his hand gripped you tightly. Opening your mouth, you took his tip in sucking softly. Using your hands you jerked him off.

Adrian groaned resisting the urge to slam inside. You pulled back a bit leaving a small trail of saliva before taking more of him in. You began to bob your head gagging a bit when he reached the back of your throat. Adrian cursed gripping your head. “Good fucking whore. Look at you a professional cock sucker, but you’re only my cock sucker. You’re my cum slut.”

Drool leaked from the side of your lips as you sped up sucking him. You squeezed his thighs. He raised you up a bit. You panted against his cock. “Please fuck my throat. I wanna feel your cock deep in my throat. Please Adrian..I wanna be a good girl for you..Please.”

Adrian moaned at your words nodding. “Tap my thigh if it becomes too much.” You nodded taking him back in. Adrian groaned thrusting his hips slowly to help you get use to him. You moaned feeling him hit the back of your throat. Wanting to give him encouragement, you reached a hand up fondling his balls.

Adrian yelled out speeding up. You gripped his thighs as he fucked your throat. “Such a good girl! Fuck!! Such a good fucking girl!! My pretty girl taking me so well!” He groaned out as you bobbed your head to meet his thrust.

“Fuck me! Oh fuck fuck!” Adrian panted before moaning when he looked down. You were staring up at him letting him look you in the eyes as he fucked your throat.

“You’re so..Fuck me! You’re so beautiful! So pretty...such a slut...” Adrian lost track of his words feeling his high approaching. “I’m gonna cum down your throat. You better fucking swallow.” You gripped his thighs giving him your consent.

Adrian screamed out as he came down your throat. You moaned feeling him fill your mouth. Adrian panted as you pulled him out slowly. Cum and drool leaked from the corners of your mouth.

“Swallow.” Adrian stood you up to watch. “Swallow now.” You gulped down the heavy load he had shot in your mouth smiling at him. “I love the way you taste..” You kissed him smiling as he kissed you back. He grabbed your hand leading you to the couch.

You grabbed Adrian before he could sink to his knees in front of you. “Not tonight! I just want you to fuck me. I just really really want you to fuck me stupid.” Adrian felt his cock twitch.

“Okay.” Adrian looked in shock as you made him sit on the couch. You straddled him leaning in to kiss him. Adrian smiled as you pulled his shirt off of him. “God I love you.” You grinned as he kissed your neck.

Whining you began to grind against his cock. “I know what you want needy whore. Let me play with you for a bit first.” You moaned as he moved his fingers around your entrance.

“Adrian please..” He smiled sliding his fingers back in you. “You have not came yet. I want you to cum at least once before I give you my cock.” You groaned as he sped up his fingers. “But-” He slapped your ass giving you a small look.

“No complaining.” You nodded pouting before gripping his shoulders. Adrian’s hand fingered you while his other was forced into your mouth. “Good girl..” You nodded against his fingers sucking on them.

Your thighs clenched around his hand feeling your high approaching. Adrian took his finger out of your mouth moving it down to rub your clit. “Come on cum for me Y/N..” You moaned out shaking a bit on his lap as you released. Adrian grinned seeing how much of a mess you made.

“Look how wet my slut is..” You panted before screaming out as he moved you down on his cock. “Adrian I’m sensitive!!” You gasped out as he began to bounce you. “You wanted my cock right?” You nodded. “I thought you’d give me a small break!”

“No.” Adrian groaned a bit as you moved up and down. “I wanted you to be sensitive when I pushed in.” You whimpered as he sucked little marks on your neck. He moved away pressing his hand against your throat. “This is what you wanted huh my little whore.” “Yes!”

You tilted your head back bouncing on him faster. “Fuck! Fuck!” You cried out. Adrian panted against you putting pressure on your neck. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Adrian smiled seeing how quickly you opened up for him. “My eager slut. Can you say that?” “I’m your eager slut.” “You want my fingers?” You nodded. “Please Adrian..” He let you suck on your fingers using his other hand to help guide you up and down.

“My fucking slut. Such a fucking slut for my hands huh?” You whined around his fingers as you felt your high approaching. “You like when I call you a slut huh? You are a fucking slut. You got wet just thinking about my hands, but that’s okay because you are my slut. You’re my fucking slut!”

You moaned as Adrian pushed you down on the couch thrusting at a fast pace. Adrian glared as you removed his fingers from your mouth screaming out. “Did I say you can fucking stop?” You shook your head quickly yanking his fingers in your mouth once more. “I’m sorry..” You mumbled out against his hand.

Adrian smiled. “I’ll let it slide this time.” You made sure to suck on each one of his fingers as he fucked you with vigor. He wanted to drive you crazy. “Cum for me.” A wide smile spread across your face as he removed his hand slick with your spit to grip your chin.

You babbled a bit feeling Adrian begin to choke you. “Fuck!! Fuck!! Please!!” You cried out cumming on his hard cock. Adrian groaned gripping the side of the couch as he hammered into you. “Adrian!” Tears began to brim your eyes from the overstimulation. “I’m so sensitive! Please-” Adrian groaned shoving his fingers inside your mouth.

“I’m not fucking done with you. Got it!” You whined but continued to suck on his hand feeling your third release of the night rising. “Fuck being such a good girl taking my cock and hand so fucking well. My greedy slut. You’re so fucking needy! Fuck I love you! Fuck fuck fuck!!” Adrian groaned.

“Do you want my cum inside?” You nodded holding his wrist to properly lick his fingers. “Okay slut. I’m gonna fucking cum in this slutty pussy. My fucking pussy. My slutty pretty pussy!” You screamed around his fingers coming once more on his dick.

Adrian panted removing his hand from your mouth. You panted crying out gripping his shoulders. He laid his head against your neck moaning as he felt himself about to fall. “Adrian please cum inside me! I wanna feel you cum inside of me! I want your cum inside of me!!” You moaned as he screamed into your neck releasing inside of you.

“Fuck!!” He whimpered as he slid out of you. “Fuck..we can never wait that long to have sex again..” He laughed hearing your words. “Ditto.” Adrian smiled kissing you once more. You grasped his cheeks kissing him back eagerly.

“I love you..” You whispered to him once he pulled away. “I wanted to say it earlier but you wouldn’t really let me speak-” “As if you didn’t like sucking on my fingers. I know you wanna be a good slut for me.”

You felt a small heat spark in your cunt. “I love you too though. You’re mine and so fucking hot. I need to fucking show you my fingers more often if this is the outcome.” You laughed kissing his face everywhere.

Adrian grinned before moaning a bit as you thrusted against him. “I thought you were too sensitive.” He teased rubbing his cock against your clit. “I was..I just really want to be your slut again..” “You’re always my good slut. You’re also my really cool and loving partner.” You smiled hearing him.

“Now you want my cock again slut?”

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