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—Summary ⭑.ᐟ Adrian shows up unannounced at your door one night, and as you spend the night longer together, you both start talking about peculiar topics, until he blurs out something that suddenly changes everything between you two.
—Tags/Warnings ✧˖°. 18+ ONLY, explicit, adrian chase/f!reader, eventual smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving!), porn with plot? maybe, adrian chase is a certified munch! descriptions of reader having female genitalia and a little body hair.
Writer’s note: english is not my first language, so please forgive me if there is any grammatical mistakes! this is my first fanfic, hope you like it! (don’t be afraid to point out the grammatical mistakes please, and thank you!)
In every single relationship you’ve been in, men didn’t seem interested in the slightest to go down on you.
You’ll forever remember your first serious relationship. You had just finished going down on the guy, you were still on your knees in front of him, and you had politely asked if he would go down on you. You’d always been curious about how it would feel, seeing so many girls online saying it’s one of the best feelings ever.
But you were met with a disgusted look, as he had grunted out a dry and final, “That’s disgusting, holy shit. Why would you fucking ask me that? It’s disgusting, and it smells and tastes even more horrible.” At the time, you were naive enough to believe him and apologized profusely after, explaining you truly didn’t know any better.
When you guys had finally broken up two weeks later, you had immediately opened your laptop and did some research, even going as far as posting a Reddit thread titled:
“My ex-boyfriend said men hated going down on women? Is that true?”
And you were met with multiple men saying that they, in fact, loved and even enjoyed giving oral sex to their girlfriends. And even multiple women had answered and shared familiar stories to yours, which all ended with them telling you that you will eventually find the right guy, which had obviously given you hope. Which was then sadly crushed during every single hookup you’ve had ever since then.
You seemed to simply attract men who hated going down on women, and even had a deep-rooted hatred for it.
That was until you met Adrian Chase, obviously.
He was weird, a nerd and a total loser, talking at the speed of light about spiders, owls and crows. Everything he would say was horribly incorrect, but you would still enjoy listening to him talk.
You guys had met because of a common friend of yours, Chris. But you’d quickly grown closer and closer. And during a party at Harcourt’s apartment, your friendship had blossomed into something more. You had woken up, drooling on his chest, and your limbs were tangled up with his own.
After that faithful night, you had started hanging out just the two of you a lot more, having movie nights or simply going grocery shopping together. Just enjoying being in each other's presence. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were insanely attracted to him. He was so attentive and sweet, always calling you randomly whenever he saw something that reminded him of you.
And he looked so damn pathetic sometimes, you just wanted to jump his bones whenever he would look at you with his big dumb eyes, and when he was wearing his Vigilante suit, you wanted to rip it off him with your own bare teeth. You felt downright feral.
You were peacefully watching a movie on your laptop, lying on your bed. But you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Adrian. Him and his big dumb eyes, and how, when he got covered in beer by Ade and Economos, you weren't able to stop your eyes from drifting down his chiseled body. And dear god, you could immediately tell he was packing. You felt like a pervert and quickly looked away after, taking a swig from your own beer.
Even if you had wished, you could've simply just licked off the beer going down Adrian's body.
You felt ever more perverted for doing so, but you couldn’t stop yourself when your hand drifted down your body to tease the band of your panties. You were already dripping. Your hand slipped lower, your eyes closing as images of Adrian flashed through your mind.
Before your hand could make contact with your clit, you were suddenly rudely interrupted by a loud banging against your door. You yanked your hand out of your panties before groaning and throwing your head back, pissed off. The banging continued, and you threw yourself out of bed, not even bothering to look before opening the door and yelling a very pissed off, “What?”
Your face fell as you quickly realized who was at your door.
“Well, isn’t that a warm welcome!” Adrian chirped happily as he pushed you aside and made his way into your apartment, like he owned the place. He put down two grocery bags on your kitchen table and immediately started to put the stuff away in your pantry.
“Sorry, I was in the middle of something important,” You lied quickly. “What are you doing here? and what’s in the bags?” You questioned as you made your way towards the bags, snooping through them.
“I thought we could have a movie night again, we haven’t had one in a while, and then I remembered last time you didn’t have any types of snacks, which I thought was pretty sad, so then I stopped by a gas station and bought everything I thought we could need. Oh, and I saw this sick ass spider in the store, it made me think of you, and…” Your mind silenced his speech, as you felt yourself throbbing in your underwear. Maybe you were just as pathetic as him, but after accepting less than the bare minimum for so long, a guy who actually cares and thinks about you simply turned you on.
You nodded mindlessly to his speech before cutting him off. “Sure, a movie's good, can I pick?” He looked up at you before smiling brightly and letting out a soft “Of course.”
You picked a bad and cheesy romance movie that had come out recently on Netflix, since you guys loved criticizing everything about bad romance movies. You had started it as he brought over the insane amount of snacks he had bought, with his own money, nothing less.
You guys had ended up watching a couple of bad movies, and now the fourth one was playing more as background noise as you guys talked about anything and everything.
“Oh, Chris was talking to me the other day about this horrible hookup he had with this chick,” Adrian started, already laughing softly. “They went back to her place, right? Got all cozy in her bed, before she reached and opened her bedside drawer, and then, she pulled out this huge, big, ginormous and veiny—“ And you had already heard enough, quickly cutting him off with a hand over his mouth.
“I don’t need to hear anything else, please, Adrian, don’t torture me.” You basically pleaded.
When you took your hand away, he burst out in laughter, before quickly wiping away the tears that had gathered in his eyes and looking at you with a huge grin. “Okay, but you’re missing out,” He sighed contentedly, before pushing his glasses up his nose, which were slowly slipping off. “What about you? Any bad hookup stories? Because I have a bunch that's for sure.”
You sighed as you stretched out on the couch, lying down as your feet went up to rest on his lap, his hand coming up to wrap around your ankle, his thumb mindlessly caressing it. “Oh god, don’t even get me started, I seem to attract a very specific type of guy for some reason, genuinely can’t remember if I’ve ever even had a good hook up.” You groan out, covering your eyes with one of your hands.
“What?” Adrian gasped. “That’s impossible, I don’t believe it.” He adds. “No, no, it’s true, like genuinely I have to be cursed or something at this point.” You stated as you let out a small self-deprecating laugh.
“What was so bad about them?” He questions innocently, and you finally remove your hand that was covering your eyes, lifting yourself on your elbows, before giving him a questioning look. “Are you sure you want to know? Isn’t that going to be a weird conversation? Me talking about my past hookups in detail?” You can’t help but question, but the second the question is out of your mouth, he’s shaking his head no.
“Of course not, Chris and I always talk about our hookups! I don’t find it weird or embarrassing, sex is a normal thing.” He quickly adds, with a smile on his face.
"Okay, well, this might be dumb, but as a young girl, I always heard about how being eaten out is this fantastic thing, right?" You motioned mindlessly with your hands as you continued speaking. "So I always wanted to try it. It was like this huge fantasy of mine. But when I finally got the courage to ask my first boyfriend if he wanted to go down on me, I was met with this pure look of disgust on his face." You explained, still thinking about the look he gave you, it was almost like you had asked him to eat raw human flesh.
You could see Adrian's face fall, and he opened his mouth to answer, but you quickly cut him off.
"And ever since then, all the men I've hooked up with either refuse to go down on women or are simply horrible at doing so. Or maybe somethings wrong with me and I simply don't enjoy being eaten out." You shrug, trying your best to look unbothered. "Maybe the girl friends I've had also lied about it being that good." You quickly added.
Once you were done talking, you lifted your head only to find him looking at you with a shocked expression.
You opened your mouth to speak, but he quickly cut you off. “It isn’t disgusting. What are they talking about? Like, I can understand not wanting to if it’s like your first time, but with a long-term girlfriend? And someone said to you that it was dirty and gross? That’s literally the biggest lie, and not even anatomically correct, especially since you guys basically have a self-cleaning engine down there!” He huffed out, motioning between your legs, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, looking at his exasperated expression on his face.
He was still talking but you were too busy laughing to pay attention.
“Like, come on, that’s so insane, like even I would gladly eat you out, like literally right now if you asked, and you’re telling me they—“ That made you stop in your tracks, your face going blank as you stopped laughing suddenly, looking at him, shocked.
“What?” you said loudly, interrupting whatever he was still going on about. His eyes slid to yours, looking slightly confused. “What?” He questioned innocently, looking at you with his big dumb eyes.
“Adrian, what did you just say?” You said quickly, sitting up straight, still not believing what had just slipped out of his mouth.
He paused briefly, like he was wondering what made you react in such a way. “I said I would gladly eat you out if you asked? What’s wrong?” He responded, genuinely confused, and your mouth dropped open. “Are you not hearing yourself right now, Adrian?” You paused briefly, “Do you hear what you’re saying? You can’t say shit like that as a joke.” You explained, slightly out a breath, your heart beating the fastest it has ever beaten.
“Oh, but I’m not joking? I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of this?” He responded, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion.
“Do you mean that?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes wide. “Yeah, of course, if you didn’t know, you’re like insanely hot, like the first time I saw you, I seriously popped a boner right then and there, I’m not even lying.” He huffed out casually, even shrugging at the end.
You didn’t give him more time to think as you leaped towards him, climbing on his lap before smashing your lips with his, in a messy and uncoordinated kiss.
He immediately kissed back, his tongue running over your lower lip, asking for permission, which you gladly granted. As your tongues met for the first time, he let out a groan, and you couldn’t help how your hips twitched and rubbed against him. You immediately pulled away.
He tried to follow your mouth briefly, but you softly pushed him back, looking at him with a questioning look in your eyes. “How are you already rock hard, dude?”
“Oh, I’ve been hard for a bit. When you brought up wanting to be eaten out, I immediately pictured myself between your thighs, and that immediately got me hard.” He explains like it’s the most normal thing in the entire world. And your mind went blank. Usually, you like focusing on your partners, but in that moment, all you wanted was his head between your thighs.
“Adrian, I need you to eat me out, like right now, in my room.” You explained quickly as you got up from his lap. His eyes widened, and he froze briefly before a huge grin broke out on his face, as he got up and followed you into your bedroom. He looked like a man who was determined to prove a point, which, knowing him, he probably was.
You quickly opened the door to your room, as your hands found his shirt and lifted it, throwing it in a random corner of your room. Your own shirt came off briefly after, and he let out a small “Holy shit,” under his breath.
Your hand came between your bodies as you undid his belt, not even bothering to remove it from his jeans as you unzipped them and pulled them down, revealing the pretty impressive bulge between his legs, confined in his white boxers. His hands pushed down your sweatpants, and you stepped out of them.
He backed you up until your calves hit the edge of your bed, and he bent down to mouth at your neck. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled against your neck.
"Like you can't even imagine how many times I've jerked off to the thought of eating you out. You could sit on my face and suffocate me until I died, and I would genuinely come back to hunt you and find a way to eat you out again." He rambled off, a huge smile on his face, and your eyes widened before letting out a small, shocked laugh.
And then you couldn’t take it anymore, your hands came up to grab his broad shoulders, as you pushed him down slightly. He immediately dropped to his knees before you, looking up at you with those pathetic eyes of his. His glasses were slightly askew on his nose, and for some reason, you found that strangely attractive. You sat down on your bed, looking down at him before a wave of shyness engulfed you.
You hadn’t shaved down there in at least a week, and what if he thought it was disgusting? But that thought was quickly thrown out of the window as he spread your legs using his hands, moaning at the sight of the wet patch you had left on your underwear.
He carefully dragged your underwear down your legs, as his eyes stayed fixed on your center. Once they were off, he threw them to the side. You tried closing your legs, now feeling extremely exposed, but he stopped you, using his strength, spreading your legs apart even more, before grabbing your hips and dragging you to the edge of the bed.
He put your legs on his shoulder, staring in awe at your dripping pussy. He tore his gaze away as he looked up at you, a sort of dazed look on his face.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good, okay? and if you want to stop, just push me away.” He explained, as his hands delicately caressed your thighs, as he waited for you to verbally give him consent.
Once you did, he took off his glasses and put them on your bed. He kissed up your thighs until he was right where you wanted him, his warm breath making you clench around nothing.
“Your pussy is so fucking gorgeous, and you’re soaking wet for me— Oh my god, this is better than any wet dream I’ve ever had.”
You opened your mouth to tell him to hurry up, but a broken moan escaped you as he licked a wet strip up your folds. Your thighs closed around his head, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan against your clit, which made your back arch off the bed momentarily.
The noises he was making between your legs were downright pornographic.
Your moans, his groans, and the noises of him slurping and licking your pussy flooded the room. It sounded so incredibly filthy that your eyes clenched shut, your stomach flexing briefly. Your hand trailed down your own body as you went to give attention to your clit, as his main focus right now seems to be to lick up as much of your arousal as he possibly could, savoring it like a starved man.
The second your hand made contact with your clit, it got slapped away suddenly, and instead was directed to his head, your fingers sinking into his curls and pulling, which made a groan escape him. As one of his hands came up to rub small and tight circles against your clit.
“Fuck, Adrian…” You breathe out, pleasure coursing through your body.
He briefly lifted his head to bite and suck on your inner thighs. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good. Need you to cum on my tongue.” He said breathlessly as he looked up from between your thighs, squinting his eyes slightly, trying to see your face as best as he could. His mouth and chin were glistening with your arousal, his hair a mess with your senseless pulling from earlier, and he looked so genuinely fucked out and pathetic.
You swear you could have cum simply by looking at him.
“I’m close, please. Adrian.” You practically begged, and he nodded his head quickly before diving back in. He immediately sucked on your clit, as his fingers came down to tease your hole. You clenched around nothing before he inserted a finger into you, slowly. Your head fell back in pleasure, as your thighs closed around his head briefly before relaxing once more. He kept a steady motion with his mouth as a second finger came to join the first one.
You felt your stomach clench, your legs shaking lightly. “Fuck.” You whimpered softly. And for some reason, that seemed to make him even more motivated.
His tongue dipped down to tease your entrance, where his fingers were keeping a steady pace, before briefly coming back up to your clit, sucking and licking it like his life depended on it. You lifted yourself slightly using your elbows to look down at him, and as you did so, he lifted his gaze to yours, as his tongue kept a torturing pace on your clit.
“You smell so fucking good, and you’re fucking dripping for me. Holy shit, I want to drown in your fucking pussy.” He mumbled against you.
Your hand that was resting on his head ran through his curls softly before you sank your fingers into them once more and pulled. His eyes closed and his eyebrows drew up in pleasure as he let out a loud and shaky whimper, and his reaction made you clench around his fingers as you felt yourself cumming, throwing back your head as your back arched off the bed as you moaned loudly, “Shit, Adrian…” and he simply groaned loudly in response.
He removed his fingers softly, but continued mouthing at your clit gently until you pushed him away softly, feeling overstimulated. He gave one final lick up your folds before pulling away and laying his head on your thigh.
Looking up at you with a dazed look and a lazy grin on his face, his mouth still glistening from your arousal, which had apparently started leaking down his neck, and that makes you clench around nothing helplessly. He looked drunk. Pussy drunk to be more precise.
You patted your bed softly, motioning for him to come up and lie down beside you. He does so immediately, and the second he lies down beside you, your hand trails down his abs as you cup him through his boxers. But you're simply met with a wet patch, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you lift your head and look down at his crotch, your mouth dropping open.
“You came in your pants?… from eating me out?” You say breathlessly, as you look up to see a sheepish smile on his face. “Yeah, sorry, you just tasted so fucking good, and you kept crushing my head between your thighs, and fuck, how you would say my name? I couldn’t handle it.”
You look at him dazed, before a lazy grin makes its way on your face. “That’s probably the hottest thing a man has ever said to me, Adrian.” You say breathlessly as you crawl on top of him, licking your arousal from around his mouth before giving him a deep and passionate kiss. His hands come up to softly hold your hips, before he pulls away and pulls you into a hug.
“Please tell me this wasn’t a one-time thing.” He questions, a nervous tone in his voice.“Oh no, I’m not letting you go after this.” You respond softly before lifting your head and kissing his cheek lightly. Before laying your head on his chest.
“Good, because the number of times I’ve jerked off to the thought of you should be criminal at this point, all right. I literally jerked off in my car before coming up to your apartment.” He says casually. That makes you pause before looking up at him. “Adrian, Holy shit.” You mutter, your eyes going wide.
“What? Was that weird to say? I’m sorry—“ He gets cut off by your hand coming to cover his mouth. “When you knocked on my door, I was about to touch myself because I couldn’t stop picturing you shirtless and covered in beer from Harcourt’s party.” You say quickly as you look at him, letting your hand that was covering his mouth fall.
“Oh— Holy shit? Well damn. That basically means we’re soulmates, I hope you know that.” He says very seriously, bringing you closer to him as he pecks your lips softly. And you can’t help but let a soft and happy giggle escape you. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good after sex.
“Thank you, by the way.” You say, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy as you cuddle up to him. “I should be the one thanking you, I’m going to eat you out so much you’ll get tired of it.” He says very seriously, and you believe him, as you place one final kiss on his chest, before letting sleep take over your body.
(The next morning, you woke up cleaned and in one of your favorite oversized t-shirts, the smell of bacon coming from your kitchen, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve just won the goddamn lottery.)
⤷ Author’s Note ˎˊ˗ Thank you for reading! I hope some people are going to enjoy this! Currently writing some more stuff for Adrian Chase and Gideon Gemstone, as well as some Clark Kent stuff! Please keep in mind this is my first fanfic, so it might not be the best!
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