I’m so sorry about the delay with chapter 4!! I’ve had so much going on and some crazy writers block recently , but I’m working on it!! So hopefully it’ll be out soon 🤞
In the mean time here’s a little drawing I did of Thaddeus 😚
a/n reader is trying her best to not be an avoidant, but yall it’s hard out here 😣 I had these chapters pre written, so the next chapter will take some time to upload, but it should be posted in about 3-6 days!!
[ch. 2]
So far, the walk to Vault 4 was peaceful. You hadn’t run into any trouble just yet, and you hoped you wouldn’t for the remainder of the trip. You and Thaddeus made easy conversation. Your shoulders brushed every now and again. A day ago, you would’ve shoved him away from you. Now, you welcomed the small contact. You two walked through a crumbling town with skeletons of pre-war cars lining the streets. It was quiet there, only the sound of the wind and your chatter could be heard.
“I’m just saying, Nuka-Cherry isn’t even half as good as the regular kind.”
You laugh in disbelief, “What? You’re crazy. I think everyone else in the wasteland would agree Nuka-Cherry is way better.”
He sighed, “Man, I wish we had Nuka-Cola right now. I never got to have them when I was a kid, cause we were so broke all the time. Stupid fly farm. I didn’t have one until I was, like, 19.”
“Fly farm?”
“My family had a fly farm. I was a shitter. I was kinda fat till I joined the Brotherhood, cause I was fed so much. All the boys sorta…y’know, pushed me around a bit for it.”
“Eww, Thaddeus!” You grimaced at his description. But you frowned when he told you the other boys weren’t nice to him about it. “Well, I bet you looked cute all chubby,” you said sincerely.
He scoffed, “I definitely did not.”
You bumped his shoulder with yours playfully, “I guess I’m gonna have to feed you a lot more so I can see for myself.” He laughed and bumped your shoulder back. You never would’ve expected opening up to someone so quickly. But with Thaddeus, it seemed natural.
Both of you go back and forth, knocking into each other as you walk. Thaddeus stumbled over his feet when you bumped into him a little too hard.
He laughed and exclaimed jokingly, “Hey! Stop it! You’re gonna knock me over!” You grabbed his arm, steadying him.
“I’m— I’m sorry!” You could hardly get your words out between all your giggles, “I’ll stop! I’ll stop!”
At last, you’ve arrived at the old falling-apart hospital. It looked ominous from the outside, all withered and gray. Thaddeus looked at the building confused, “This is supposed to be a vault? Looks like a hospital to me.”
“The vaults inside, c’mon.” You motioned for him to follow you. He did as you said, but your reply didn’t do anything to settle his confusion.
“Inside? What’s a vault doing inside a hospital? Is it like a medicine vault or something?”
You shrugged, “Ehh, I guess you could say that.” He let out a hum, seemingly satisfied with your answer.
You made your way inside, pushing through the cracked glass doors. He looked around, rubble and trash littering the halls. “It’s just this way,” You told him, walking down a long hallway and down a flight of stairs. He followed you like a lost dog, staying right behind you and letting you lead the way.
You pointed to a nook in the wall, “Stand right there.” You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a smile to not raise any suspicion from Thaddeus.
“Okay?” He drew out, skeptical of your instructions but he does so anyway. The door beneath him opened abruptly. He screamed his signature girlish shriek, the sound getting quieter as he fell. You burst out laughing and hopped down after him.
You fell into the laundry cart, reuniting with Thaddeus. He looked scared shitless. He whips his head around to see you falling in right after him. “Why would you do that to me?!” He frowned, looking ridiculously distraught.
You grinned, “Aw, you didn’t like it? I thought you’d have fun.”
“Fun?! That was not fun at all!”
A familiar man in a vault suit leaned over the cart, looking entirely unamused. “Welcome back, [y/n],” he deadpanned, “I see you’ve finally made a friend.”
“Oh, hello to you too, Leonard. I see you’re as joyous as always.” You rolled your eyes and climbed out of the cart. You extended your hand to Thaddeus, helping him climb out as well. Even with your help, he somehow managed to fall over the edge, wincing as he hit the ground.
“Does your friend need any medical attention today?” Leonard asked flatly.
You help Thaddeus up, “Medical attention?” You arched an eyebrow.
“Umm, I think I’m alright?” He scratches his head and shrugs.
“He thinks he’s alright.” You nodded. You guide Thaddeus past the man. He looked out the window to the common room, seeing the greenery.
“Wow…So this is what a vault looks like? And you said you had a room here?! Why don’t you live here?!” He questioned in disbelief.
Shrugging, you replied, “I mean, I’ve lived on the surface all my life, I feel like living here forever would get boring. Plus, I like seeing the sun. Down here, you never know when it’s night or day.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, “I guess that makes sense. But you’d never have to worry about starving to death down here, or being eaten by a radroach or something. That sounds like the life to me.” Thaddeus was still in awe of how nice it was down here, he’d never seen anything like it.
You both entered the common room, and you spotted Birdie talking to some folks at a table. Just the person I was looking for. You grabbed Thaddeus’ arm, dragging him with you. “Hey, Birdie.”
She turns to you, “[y/n], how nice to see you!” She smiles warmly. “Oh? Who’s your friend?” She asked with a raised brow, a knowing look in her eyes.
“This is Thaddeus,” you introduced him, with a look that said, “don’t even start.” He waved awkwardly from his stance behind you. “And, I got that thingy you wanted me to get you.” Shrugging off your bag, you rummage through it for a moment before pulling out a holotape. “This was a bitch and a half to find, so you better enjoy it.”
“Oh! Wonderful! I’ll make sure to get you the caps I owe you,” She took the holotape from your hand with enthusiasm, “I’ll swing by your room later to give them to you.”
You say your goodbyes, turning to Thaddeus. “So, this place is basically free rein, but the one thing you need to know is floor 12 is strictly forbidden.”
He scrunched his eyebrows, “Forbidden? Well, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all,” he said sarcastically.
“Ha ha. But seriously, they won’t be happy if they find you there. Don’t ask me what’s down there, because I honestly have no fucking clue. They don’t really tell me much, I’m just an errand girl.”
His voice dropped to a conspiratory whisper, “What do you thinks down there?”
You chuckled, “I don’t know. Aliens. A six-headed deathclaw. Maybe a giant sex robot made for the vaulties that can’t get any?”
His jaw dropped and he looked at you with wide eyes, “Actually?”
Looking at him incredulously, “No, dude!” He was silly. There was no way he was really about to believe you. You shook your head, your shoulders jerked as you laughed, “C’mon, I’ll show you to the room. I'm in desperate need of a shower.”
You led him down the hall, room doors with mailboxes and lawn decorations outside lined the walls. Vault dwellers greeted you with polite smiles as you walked past.
“Uhh…What’s with the, um…” Thaddeus tried to think of the right words while looking at the people passing you, “The extra limbs or like…more than two eyes?”
You glanced at him before you pressed the button pad for one of the homes, “Oh, you mean the mutations? I would assume radiation, I guess. I mean, I personally haven’t seen many people out in the wasteland with multiple sets of eyes, so who knows? I think they try to fix that stuff down here or something. You know, with it being a vault under a hospital and all.”
You hadn't really taken the time to ask Birdie or Benjamin about it. You tried to stay on their good side. You highly doubted they would appreciate you asking, ‘Hey, what’s the fucks wrong with your face?’
The door slid open, revealing a nicely furnished home inside. Stepping inside, the metal door closed behind you. “The bathrooms just that way, and they have hot water here,” you wiggled your eyebrows, grinning as his raised to his forehead.
“Seriously?” He asked, the excitement apparent in his voice. His enthusiastic demeanor was suddenly replaced with something else. Thaddeus went quiet, scratching his neck and avoiding your gaze. Before you could ask what was wrong, he spoke again, “Um— would you maybe want to—to shower…with me?”
His cheeks were on fire, he was unsure how to even go about that question. He really wanted to be close to you again. Do what you two did last night.
You quirk an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your lips, “Oh? Wanting to get up to somethin’ naughty, huh?” You’ve found you liked teasing him. The way his cheeks burned and he stumbled over his words, nothing could replace it.
He panicked, “I— well, no! No, not if you, um, if you don’t want to!” He shook his head, suddenly feeling like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Thad. I like fooling around, especially with you,” you admitted, your eyes trailed over his lanky frame shamelessly. Despite your previous aversion to him, you’ve come to accept that Thaddeus is good eye candy to have around. He’s inexperienced, which makes corrupting him all the sweeter.
…Yeah, I think I’ll have him stick around.
He let out the breath he was holding in. He wasn’t sure if last night was a one-time thing. And he really didn’t want it to be. You took off your backpack, along with your belt and gun holster. You placed them on the kitchen table. Bending down to untie your dirty boots, you pull them off. Taking the hint, he hurriedly did the same, wanting to get in the shower as quickly as possible.
You grabbed his hand, leading him to the bathroom. His heart pounded with nerves, he couldn’t believe this was happening again. He was hyper aware of your hand holding his. His eyes were laser-focused on the back of your head and the way your hair looked so soft. He had to force himself not to reach out and touch it.
Once you closed the bathroom door, you slowly stripped yourself of your clothing, unzipping your jacket and pulling your tank top over your head. Thaddeus’ breath picked up at the sight of your bra, his hands getting clammy. He never thought he’d be in this situation. Seeing an actual girl naked in front of him used to be a distant fantasy. The prettiest girl he’d ever seen was naked in front of him. It was something he often thought of when he was lying down, looking at the ceiling or the sky above him. He didn’t know what god blessed him the day he met you, but he thanked the heavens every minute he was with you.
Unbuttoning your pants, you pulled them along with your panties down your legs. His eyes are trained on you, feeling the tent grow tighter in his underwear by the second. His sweet face was flushed a bright pink. He felt like passing out when he followed the distance from your bellybutton down to your core.
“You gonna get naked too, or are you gonna leave me hanging?” You joked, reaching around to unclip your bra. He frantically nods, trying to get his clothes off as fast as possible. In his haste, he forgot to unbutton his shirt and it got stuck at the top of his head. He tugged at it, huffing in frustration. You laughed and closed the distance between you two.
“Here, let me help.” He feels your bare breasts press against his chest. He was positive his brain just stopped working because he froze immediately. You managed to get the maroon button-up over his head, his hair stood up straight from your efforts. You grinned, “Do you need help with the rest of your clothes too?” You asked, you intended that as a joke. But you were more than willing to undress him.
Thaddeus looked down at your breasts and he nearly came in his pants at the sight. He’s gotten a glimpse at a pair before in a pre-war porno magazine the other aspirants would pass around late at night, but none of that compared to the real thing.
“Uh-huh, yes— yes, please.” He responded eagerly, unable to take his eyes off your chest. Your hands slid under his white tank top, your nails grazed his tummy, touching the delicate skin there. He shuddered at the feeling. He felt dizzy. Your touch left a burning trail in its wake.
You lifted his undershirt over his chest, and he instinctively raised his arms for you. You tossed the white tanktop carelessly. You weren't bothered to care about where it went. All you cared about was Thaddeus and how he would look all wet and desperate under the hot water. You felt his hard cock press into your thigh, wanting your undivided attention.
You unbuckled the belt around his hips and pulled it from the loops. The metal buckle clanged on the tile floor when it met the same fate as your other items of clothing. Unbuttoning his pants, you pushed them down his legs. You hooked your fingers through the waistband of his boxers, his cock strained against the fabric. He watched every small movement of your hands, his eyes going back and forth from your fingers under this waistband to your perfect tits so close to him.
He's so precious, like an angel sent from heaven just for you to enjoy. You curse your past self for even thinking about turning this man away.
You tugged his boxers down and they pooled around his ankles. His pretty cock sprang upright. His lips were parted and his eyes were half lidded as he watched.
“Please,” Thaddeus whimpered, needing your hands on him. He didn't think he’d ever wanted something so badly in his life. He felt his legs getting shaky. His tip leaked with thick beads of precum.
“Please, I need you,” Thaddeus whined out your name. His head fell onto your shoulder. His shaky hands finally grabbed you by the waist and wrapped his arms around you. He pushed his hips toward the plush surface of your thigh, rutting against it. Your hand makes its way up to cradle his head running your fingers through his hair. Your nails scratched against his scalp and a shiver ran down his spine. The sensation forced a moan out from his lips.
“Shh, be patient,” you cooed, “I’ll make you feel good, you just have to wait, okay?”
“I can’t wait,” he sobbed, “please— please, touch me!”
“Let’s wash up first, okay? I’ll give you a surprise. It'll be so good, I promise.”
He whined pitifully, but nodded nonetheless. You pulled him towards the shower, guiding him in and shutting the curtain. You turned the handle. The shower head stuttered as it turned on, the soft patter of the stream filled the brief silence. Thaddeus gasped at the water warming his skin. He sighed in pleasure as you let him stand under the water. The warm water made contact with his leaking cock and he whimpered at the sensation.
“The faster you wash up, the sooner I can make you cum…”
He shuddered at your dirty words and nodded quickly, hurrying to clean as fast as he could.
The two of you cleaned the built-up grime from every crevice of your bodies. It took multiple bars of Radium Inc. soap to rid yourselves of the dirty feeling on your skin, washing off dried sweat from the desert sun and sand that was in places it definitely shouldn’t have been.
The entire time Thaddeus was distracted by the sight of the water dripping down every curve and plane of your body. Any time he felt like his hard-on was going away, it’d come right back with full force with every glance at you. It was becoming borderline painful, mentally and physically.
He watched impatiently as you rinsed the soap from your hair. With your head leaned back and your hands occupied, he got the full unobstructed view of your tits. This was pure torture. He whined your name, about to resort to begging on his knees for you.
“I’m almost done. Didn't I tell you to be patient?”
He pouted pitifully. His face flushed a deep pink, both from the warmth of the shower and the most perfect view he’s ever seen; you. Squeezing the excess water from your hair, you looked at him with a teasing smirk. He looked like he was about to cry.
You finally closed the gap between you, “Good boy, waiting so patiently for me.” His brain buzzed at the praise, your words going straight to his cock, making it twitch against you.
“You deserve your surprise now, don’t you think?”
He nodded eagerly, waiting for your hand to finally wrap his length. Instead, you sink to your knees looking up at him through a half-lidded gaze.
“Wha—,” his words are cut off with a gasp when you wrap your lips around his leaking tip. His back hunches over in a strangled moan. It was definitely a surprise, alright.
“Holy shit, holy shit—” Thaddeus steadied himself on the shower wall. You wrap your hand around him pulling his foreskin down to fully suction your mouth around the pink head. “Wha— what are you doing?!” His inexperience speaks volumes, he had no idea why you’d want to put your mouth there. His words were broken up by gasps and shaky moans.
At the Brotherhood, he wasn’t taught anything of this sort. The most he heard about sex was fragments of conversation between knights. Things like, “Yeah, she made my cock explode!” or “I made that bitch come so many times!”, along with other various vague and vulgar words.
“Sucking your cock, what else would I be doing?” His cluelessness had arousal pooling in your belly. Being the first to lay hands on him made a foreign sense of possessiveness wash over you.
“Why would you wa—”
You cut him off by taking his cock further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. His tip slid against the back of your throat as you took him in. Never one to keep quiet, Thaddeus’ moans get progressively louder. To you, it’s like hearing angels sing. You squeezed your thighs together at his noises.
Fuck, it’s so warm. It'll take an actual miracle for him not to bust on your tongue immediately.
You bobbed your head, taking him deeper every time you went back down for more. He's heavy on your tongue. Steadying yourself with a hand on the back of his thigh, your nose made contact with the messy patch of hair at his base.
“Oh fuck! Oh— ohmygod—” his high-pitched whimpers made your pussy throb. He wanted to keep his eyes on you, he really did. He didn’t want to miss possibly the best thing to ever happen to him. But it’s so hard when your mouth is so wet and warm and tight. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying his hardest to prolong this moment. The slick, wet sound of his cock moving in and out your mouth made his legs tremble.
His knees nearly gave out when you released him from your mouth and switched to stroking him with your hand, just to attach your lips to his balls. You suckled, speeding up the movement of your hand. He felt his impending release build up until he couldn’t keep it any longer, “Please— please, I’m— I'm close, I'm so close—” He sobbed, tears forming in his eyes.
Adorable.
You released him with a pop!
“Hold it.”
You knew you were being cruel. But what was the fun in letting him cum so easily?
“I can’t—I can't! Please, [y/n]—”
You cut him off, “Yes you can. I said hold it.”
A sob racked through his body. Tears slipped from his eyes, wetting his lashes. You’ve never been so turned on. Seeing him cry so prettily for you, it’s addicting. Thaddeus rut into your hand, desperate for release.
“Please let me come, please! I’ll do anything!” He begged, crying like a baby.
“Aww, my poor little crybaby… You need it so bad, don’t you?” you teased, faux pouting up at him. He nodded erratically with his head hung low. Broken moans and whines echoed off the bathroom walls, your hand never straying from your fast pace.
“Go ahead, Thad, come for me.”
You engulf his cock deep into your throat, pushing down the gag as your nose is flush with the coarse hair at his base. You swallow, the contractions pushing him closer and closer towards his orgasm.
Thaddeus chanted your name, his hands flying to grip your hair. Shallowly rutting into your mouth, he shook with the force of his orgasm. His head pushed back against the wet wall and his eyes screwed shut. Ropes of hot cum dripped down your throat. Your eyes watered as you kept your gaze on him, watching his face contort in overwhelming pleasure.
You swallowed his cum down, tasting the saltiness on your tongue. You release him from your lips. His twitched and gave one last spurt that lands on your saliva covered lips. He panted, his grip on your damp hair loosening. He opened his eyes to see your cum painted lips and your intense gaze through your lashes. His legs trembled, his heart is racing.
This felt like a dream to him. The way the steam from the hot shower surrounded you, your hands rubbing up and down his thighs. It felt surreal.
You got up from your position on the floor. He watched as you licked your lips free of his release. His eyes felt heavy as he blinked slowly. He didn't want to take his eyes off you, he wanted to savor this moment as long as he possibly could.
“Are you sleepy, Thad?”
He hummed and slumped against you, his head resting on your shoulder. Your chest tightened, an unknown feeling pulling at your heart. You slowly bring a hand up to rub his back. He lets out a sound adjacent to a purr at your touch. Suddenly he lifted his head as if he’s had an epiphany, “What about you? I wanna make you feel good too…” He gently placed his hands on your waist. He looked worried.
“Another time, alright? Let’s get dry. We've had a long day, we need to get some rest, okay?”
“But…you’ve made my cock explode twice and I haven’t done anything for you?” He’s eager to please you, wanting to give you the same feeling you give him. He wanted to hear you praise him as he pleases you. He wanted to hear you call him good again.
You grinned, chuckling at his choice of words, “I promise we’ll get to that. I want you to sleep first, I know you’re tired.” He whines in protest, but ultimately obeys.
You reach over and turn the water off. The shower door opened, the steam escaping and replaced with the cooler air from outside. Thaddeus shivered and you quickly handed him a towel.
Once dry, you two put on white Vault Tec robes. Thaddeus was amazed by the soft fabric, feeling it underneath his fingertips. Your eyes lingered on him, his hair was sticking every which way from how he scrubbed the water from the strands. You watched him take the ties of the robe and rub them on his face, feeling the softness.
You chuckles softly, opening the bathroom door, “C’mon, silly.”
He’s pulled from his thoughts, “Oh! Right! Bedtime…” He felt disappointed that he couldn’t stay up with you, basking in your presence. But his eyes felt heavy and his body yearned for sleep.
“Yeah, bedtime.” You can’t help but smile fondly at him. His presence was starting to feel like a comforting weighted blanket. It could smother you, but it was warm and soft. All your instincts told you to run. Run and avoid the pain of when he inevitably moves on from you. You shake away the thoughts. I just need to enjoy it while he’s here. Stop being such a paranoid idiot.
When you enter the kitchen on your way to the bed, you see a bag of caps sitting on the table. Birdie must’ve come in at some point during your suspiciously long shower to pay you for the holotape. Thaddeus seemed to notice as well, his face flushing red in embarrassment.
“Do you think she heard?”
“Birdie? Nah,” you shrug, waving your hand is dismissal.
a/n chapter 2 yippee!! I just have to proofread chapter 3 and it’ll be out in a jiffy :D thaddeus lwk fell in love with reader immediately but can you blame him i would fall in love with you guys too 😜 but reader has to be stubborn like omg kiss already geez 😒 (i say as im the one writing this fic) anyways, thanks for reading ♡ !!
[ch. 1] [ch. 3]
The haul from the Red Rocket was nothing to rave about. A roll of duct tape, a carton of questionable water, a few bottles of wonder glue that may come in handy, and a few bottle caps that were lying around. It was definitely not worth the hassle of flipping the place upside down. You made your way out of the building, with Thaddeus close on your trail.
“Where are we going?” Thaddeus’ voice rang through your ears. You adjusted the straps of your heavy bag on your shoulders. Your eyes squinted in the reveal of the sun's rays from under the gas station's metal canopy. You glanced over at him.
“A vault.”
You began your walk out of the parking lot and onto the cracked cement road. He raised his newly scrunched eyebrows. He tried to match your long strides, failing miserably as he nearly stumbled over a crack on the pavement. He coughed, trying to cover up his embarrassment as you side-eyed him briefly.
“What? Why?” He walked slightly sideways to talk to you. “Are you from one?”
“No,” you kept your eyes ahead, “Do I look like a vaultie?”
“Well, um, no…So, why do you need to go there?” He questioned curiously. You look over at him with an expression of unamusement.
“You want me to take you to the Super Duper Mart, right?”
He nodded.
“Then stop asking me so many questions,” you stated sharply. You quickened your pace, trying to focus on the long road ahead.
You weren’t used to someone walking beside you, traveling with you. You tried not to glance at him. Thaddeus clearly wasn't a threat of any kind, other than a threat to your sanity. You both fell into borderline uncomfortable silence. You noticed you didn't feel as completely on edge as you normally do. Having an extra set of eyes to look out for radroaches or the occasional cannibalistic raider.
Thaddeus kicked at pebbles on the hot concrete, humming a tune you recognized from the radio.
The sun began to set, casting an orange glow from the sky. You figured now would be a good time to find a spot to rest for the night. You both had a long day of walking ahead of you again tomorrow. “We should find a place to lay low before it gets dark,” you told him.
After hours of walking, you arrived at a small settlement. Abandoned, by the looks of it. You scanned the area, not a soul in sight. You look at Thaddeus, who seemed weary of the place. You nodded for him to follow you. You drew your gun and stepped forward into the settlement.
“Do you think there's something here?” his voice cracked as he whispered, rather loudly at that. His lips downturned in a nervous frown.
“Doubt it, but you never know what gross creature is lurking and just waiting to eat us for dinner.”
You don’t raise your pistol yet; just kept it ready. There were a few worse-for-wear shacks scattered around the small patch of dead grass. It was closer to the road than you’d like, but night was approaching fast. Traveling when it's dark out is inconvenient and dangerous. You deemed it safe enough for now.
“Seems fine. We’ll sleep here for the night,” you stated. You placed your gun back into the holster on your hip.
You two entered one of the wooden shacks. “Ouuu, nice! It's not as gross and falling apart as I thought it'd be!” Thaddeus exclaimed, a smile appearing. You looked over and saw how his smile accentuated his rosy cheeks. Your gaze lingered for a moment before you forced yourself to look away. He was right, it wasn't a total shithole.
“Lucky us.” An actual smile broke out on your face. It was small, but it was still there. There were a few small holes in the ceiling, but that's to be expected. What surprised you the most was the small bed sitting crookedly in the corner. You had noticed Thaddeus didn't have a bag with him, which meant no bedroll.
“You can take the bed,” you told him. He told you a tiny bit about his time with the Brotherhood earlier on the walk here. Mostly about ‘all the cool power armor knights get’ and how excited he was to rank up to squire. You knew their views on ghouls, mutants, and anything that wasn't “pure”. You couldn't say you agreed with it. Ghouls aren’t all bad, it's the feral ones that are the concern. And Thaddeus would be dead if they ever found out about his newly ghoul state. You felt for him, you really did. Not being able to go back to the place you called home. It's something you understand.
“Me? Don't you want it?
“It’s fine. I have a bedroll.” You shrugged your bag off your shoulders. You went to sit criss-crossed on the floor, digging in your bag.
“Are you sure?”
“I said it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He was hesitant to take the bed when all you had was a thin bedroll, but you were insistent and he doubted you’d change your mind, so he dropped it.
You pull out two containers of Cram and toss one over to Thaddeus. He almost dropped it as he fumbled with it in his hands before getting a secure grip on the aluminum can. He smiled at you, giving you an appreciative thanks. He came to sit across from you.
“You never told me your name.”
You fidget with the metal tab of the can in your hands, “It’s [y/n].” You cringed at the sound of your own name on your tongue.
“[y/n],” he repeated and nodded, showing his gap-toothed smile. It may sound corny, and as much as you hate to admit it, he was actually growing on you. He may be somewhat insufferable, but if he weren’t here, you would’ve spent yet another night talking to yourself.
You watched him struggle to open the container of Cram. You let out a quiet laugh at the sight.
He looked up, “What?” He asked, oblivious.
You tried to hold in your laughter, “Nothing, nothing.”
“Are you laughing at me?” His smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
“No! No, I’m not,” You tried your best to sound convincing.
“You’re such a liar!” He points at you, a fake scowl on his face, scrunching his nose.
“What? I’m not lying at all!”
He shook his head playfully, “Oh yes you are.”
You shook your head looking down as you laughed, pulling the tab of the Cram to open it.
It felt weird. Another person making you laugh. You swallow down your amusement. I’m not here for fun and games. All I’m doing is taking this pitiful man to get his Fix, then we’re parting ways. End of story.
As night closed in, the temperature dropped. It was a tiny bit warmer in here than it would be outside. But cold nonetheless. Goosebumps appeared on your skin at the temperature change. It wasn’t too bad for right now. You hoped it wouldn't drop anymore like it had the past few nights.
The both of you lay on top of your beds. The moonlight leaked through the cracks above you, illuminating the small room with a dim glow.
Thaddeus looked at you, but his stare went unnoticed. You lie on your bed with your arms under your head, focusing on the ceiling. There was a small hole above you that gave you a view of the stars.
“What do you do?” Thaddeus’ voice broke the silence.
You reply without bothering to meet his unyielding stare, “What do you mean?”
“Like, why do you have to go to a vault? Do you have some sort of thing you do there?”
You think about his question for a moment. It wouldn't hurt to let this conversation not be one-sided for once. “I go there to trade sometimes. Occasionally they’ll pay me to find something specific for them. They’re pretty nice people.”
“They let outsiders in? I thought vaults never opened their doors. That’s why you don’t see many vault dwellers out in the wasteland, I guess.”
You shrugged, finally meeting his eyes, “I don’t know actually. I never really asked ‘em. I stumbled upon their vault by accident awhile back.”
Thaddeus hummed in acknowledgment. He doesn’t break his gaze on you.
“What’s the Brotherhood like?” you asked him. He bit his lip, suddenly avoiding eye contact.
“Uhhh…I mean, it was better than the boneyard, that’s for sure. But waking up every morning and having to do push-ups sucked though.” He rolled his eyes at the memory.
You chuckled and agreed, “Yeah, that would suck.” He smiled at you, matching your laughter. You two fell into comfortable silence for a bit. It’s nice having someone to talk to. You start to feel the smallest amount of regret over being so mean to him earlier.
The temperature has dropped significantly. Fuck, it hasn’t gotten this cold in a while. The cold seeps through your jacket making the hair on your arms stand upright. You wrapped your arms around yourself and hoped it would give you even a sliver of warmth. You see Thaddeus doing the same, his hands tucked into his jacket sleeves.
God damnit. This had to be some sort of humiliation ritual.
You squeezed your eyes shut, mentally preparing yourself for perhaps the weakest moment of your miserable life.
“Can I lay with you?” Your voice was small. You felt utterly embarrassed to even be asking this. He opened his eyes to look at you again. Your chest tightened with nerves.
Why the fuck am I so nervous? Get a fucking grip.
“Will you? Please?”
His answer shocked you a little, you half expected him to reply with disgust, immediately saying no. You bit your lip, hesitant. You get up, bringing your thin blanket with you. Your fists balled at your sides, desperately trying to push down the nervous feeling in your gut.
Thaddeus scoots over, making room for you. He gulped, equally as nervous as you are. The mattress dipped when you lay down next to him. Both of you lie on your sides, your face close to his.
Neither of you close the gap between just yet. But the cold gets the best of him. Thaddeus pushes his head under your chin, resting his head against your chest.
He's slow to put his hand lightly on your upper arm, as if scared to touch you. He is scared. He's terrified actually. He's not sure of the correct way to do this, if there even is one. When you don’t run away screaming at his touch, he snaked his arm around your waist. He was reverent, not resting his arm on you completely.
“Is this— is this okay?” He stammered out. He’s warm. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, relaxing against him. The warmth was comfortable. It's comforting. It felt good.
“It’s okay.” The words barely come out above a whisper. Your shaky hand went to cradle his head against you, combing your fingers through his hair. Closing his eyes, he sighed. A pleasurable shiver ran down his spine.
Now Thaddeus hugged you tight. He prayed you couldn’t hear his heart beating into his ribcage. He felt comforted in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time. Being held like he was fragile.
You felt his chest rising and falling as he breathed. The cold melted away, leaving only his body heat that was radiating off of him. At last, your eyes felt heavy and you let sleep take you.
The morning sun shone through the cracks of the ceiling above. The routine of the wasteland heating up just as daytime arrived never changed. You awoke with a fresh sheen of sweat on your body. An unfamiliar weight brought you out of your delirious morning state. Thaddeus was nearly on top of you, his arms hugging you tightly. His head was buried in the crook of your neck. His mustache tickled your skin. You were mortified.
How could you let your moment of freezing weakness take control of you like this? You’d be lying to yourself if you said another human’s touch didn’t feel good. The way he hugged you as if he needed you.
Stop it. Stop it right now, you curse yourself. You try to wiggle out of his grasp. God, he’s heavier than he looks.
In your attempts to slip out from under him, you feel something poking at your thigh. The realization finally dawns on you when the movement of your body incites a muffled whimper from him. Your eyes widen and you freeze. You look down at the sleeping man on top of you, your cheeks ablaze. Another whimper leaves his parted lips. His hips subconsciously buck against your thigh. Your blush deepened, spreading to your ears.
The way his arms tightened around you and his parted lips brushed against your neck excited you. And as much as you didn’t want to acknowledge it, you liked it. You hadn’t gotten any action in who knows how long. But you couldn’t just let him hump your leg without knowing it. You attempt to shake him awake.
“Thaddeus. You need to wake up,” you whispered, trying not to startle him too much. You shook his arm, rougher this time. He jolted awake and immediately tried to sit up.
“Huh?” He squinted his eyes, adjusting to the light. His pants felt tight, an uncomfortable feeling in his underwear. When he finally registered that he was practically smothering you, he yelped and untangled his limbs from around you.
“Thaddeus, it’s fi—“ Before you could finish your sentence, he tumbled off the mattress.
“Owww,” he winced. He looked down, seeing his morning wood and a wet spot on the front of his pants. He was absolutely mortified. His eyes went wide and his mouth agape. He looked up at you. You are propped up on one arm looking at him with a barely held back smile of amusement from his unfortunate tumble to the ground.
He stumbled over his words, struggling to speak from the sheer embarrassment of what was happening.
“Oh my god— I’m sorry, I’m— I’m so sorry!” He frantically put his hands over his erection, desperately trying to cover the evidence of whatever wet dream he was having. “It was an accident, I swear!”
The look on his face just added to your excitement. But something is holding you back. You weren’t sure what it was. Insecurity? Fear?
Oh, fuck it. This sort of thing doesn’t happen everyday, so what’s the harm?
“Do you need help with that?”
His head whipped over to you so fast it’s a miracle he didn’t get whiplash. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head while he looked at you in disbelief. His voice cracked, “W—What?!”
Your gaze dropped down to his covered boner. “I can help you, only if you want me to though.”
“I— I, uh…” he forced out a nervous laugh. His cheeks were red, and the blush quickly spread to his ears. Your head rested in your palm, your other hand draped over your waist.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you told him. The thought of him rejecting your offer haunted you. It took every ounce of your courage, even shoving down your pride, to even ask him this.
“I mean, I— I do but—”
You nodded, impatiently waiting for him to continue.
“But, um… It’s just that no one’s ever really—” he looked up at the ceiling, avoiding your intense stare. “How do I say this…touched me…there before…” he said slowly.
You bit your lip and nodded again. You felt the simmering feeling of arousal pool in your abdomen. “That’s okay.”
He gulps nervously. Your words have done nothing to help him will his erection down, if anything, they made it significantly worse.
There’s a beat of silence before he meets your stare. “Would you really do that for me?”
The smallest smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth. “Yeah.” You wait for his go-ahead before making a move.
“Okay,” he nods.
“Yeah?” You ask again, just to make sure.
Another beat of silence.
“Yeah.”
After you watched him remove his hands from hiding the bulge in his pants, you motioned for him to come to you. You sat up on your knees. “Lay down,” you instructed softly. He obediently did as he was told. The palms of his hands sweated profusely. He wiped them quickly on his shirt.
“Are you nervous?” you tilt your head. An involuntary whimper escaped him when he nodded at you. He looked so vulnerable like this. The seam of his pants strained uncomfortably. “You don’t need to be nervous, it’ll feel good. I promise,” you cooed.
The man below you squirmed and goosebumps appeared on his skin when you placed your hands on him to unzip his jacket. Next, you focused on untucking his button shirt, pulling it and his undershirt over his tummy. There’s a light brown happy trail leading downwards. The tips on your fingertips ghost over it.
He shivers, his heartbeat thrumming against his chest. Your eyes roam over his flushed face. His arms stay pressed to his sides, not knowing what to do with them. He whimpered, his hips involuntarily bucking up.
“Be patient,” you said firmly. He listened to your command with a whine. You began to unbuckle his belt, the metal of the buckle clanked together. Once it was out the way, you slowly pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock. It stands up tall and flushed a pretty pink. He's a decent size, not too girthy but he makes up for it in length.
He whimpered, feeling the air prickle at his sensitive skin. He looked down, then back up to your face.
Pretty, was all he could think about. He knew you were pretty. He wasn't blind. Anyone with two eyes and a brain could see you were beautiful. But right now, it makes all the difference. A pretty girl wants to touch him. A pretty girl wants to put her hands where no one but himself has.
This was all foreign to him. He wasn’t sure what he should do, or what he should say. No one really taught him this. He wasn’t necessarily included in the “locker room talk” all the other aspirants would have.
Your hand wraps around him with a firm but careful grip. His lips make an O shape, a moan slipping out. His eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh— Oh!” Is all he could manage. His lip trembled,
You licked your lips, watching his reactions carefully. You pulled his foreskin down and spit on the pink tip. He gasped feeling the warm liquid drip down his shaft.
You swipe your thumb over his slit. He thrusted up and you placed a cruel hand on his hip, forcing it back down onto the mattress.
“Please,” Thaddeus whimpered.
“Please what?” you teased with a knowing smirk.
“Please what?” you repeated and loosened your grip on his cock.
“Please move!” He whines out, frustrated.
“Good boy.”
His cock twitched and he let out a choked moan. The praise sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching. You slowly slid your hand up and down.
“Oh—! Ohmygod—”
His chest rises and falls in quick breaths. The hand that kept his hips down squeezed at the soft skin there. You sped up your movements, twisting your wrist every time it reached the head of his cock. Thaddeus’ moans and whimpers become uncontrollable, he’s unable to stop them at every slide of your hand.
“Am I making you feel good?”
Thaddeus tried to get a word out, but was interrupted by his own cries of pleasure. He tried to keep his eyes shut, knowing he’d come the moment he saw your face and the way you relentlessly pumped his cock. He resorted to a nod. And he tried to stay quiet, he really did. But it’s so hard with how warm your hand was. How tightly you were gripping him. How your thumb would swipe over his tip.
“You’re so adorable,” you cooed. You don’t know what came over you, but you leaned down pressing sloppy wet kisses to his tummy. You sucked and licked until a dark purple bruise appeared.
His breath hitched at the feeling of your soft lips trailing over his skin.
His hands grabbed at the mattress, trying to hold his orgasm off. He didn't want this to end so soon. He hoped to any god out there that he could last at least another minute, not wanting to give up your attention.
He opened his eyes to see your half-lidded gaze trained on his face.
“I’m close—” He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. You could get addicted to seeing him like this. If this is what abandoning the belief that being alone is better looks like, you don’t think you’d ever want to be alone again.
“It's okay, come for me. I want you to, I wanna see you come.”
He erratically thrust up into your hand, chasing his orgasm. He cried out your name, his body going rigid. His sensitive cock twitched, hot ropes of cum shooting out. Pearly white covered his tummy and your fingers. Your jaw was slack as you watched the scene beneath you in awe.
“Good boy, Thad. So good.” You mindlessly whispered, biting your lip at the delicious sight before you. You were so focused on the way his face contorted in pleasure that you didn’t realize the nickname you called him. You worked him through his orgasm, rubbing comforting circles onto his hip with your other hand.
Once his orgasmic haze was over, you released his softening cock. He panted, nearly breathless. His hair stuck to his forehead with a sheen of sweat. His face was flushed. He blinked slowly, and you were met with his wide eyes.
“Wow, that felt way better than when I do it.”
You smile, suddenly feeling shy. Shy? When the hell have I ever been shy?
“Yeah?” You said quietly.
He nodded, a smile spreading on his face. “Yeah, like a lot better.”
You laughed, “Good. I’m glad.”
You looked down at your cum covered hand, rubbing your fingers together and feeling the stickiness. You blush, “I better get something to clean up with.”
You got up, going to retrieve a handkerchief from the pocket of your bag. You returned quickly, wiping the semen from your hands, then gently went to wipe it from his tummy.
After the two of you cleaned up and Thaddeus got decent again, you were unsure of what to say now. You didn’t really plan this far ahead. Most of your past sexual encounters were quick and you weren't expected to make conversation afterwards. You didn’t want this to be a one-and-done type deal this time. You really kind of liked having Thaddeus around. He was funny and nice. Which were rare qualities to find in a person out here.
“Um— thank you,” he glances over at you, his cheeks rosy with a blush, “That was— it was good. It felt nice, so thank you.” He fidgeted with his hands, and couldn't help but feel awkward. He'd never been in this situation before, what if he said the wrong thing?
Looking over at him, you nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. I enjoyed it too.” You smiled, you felt a pull in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the dread for the long walk ahead of you today, or the sweet sight of Thaddeus.
“You did?” He seemed shocked at your confession.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I have?” You laugh, smile widening.
Thaddeus shrugged, looking down to fidget with his hands again. “I— I don’t know…are you sure you didn’t just feel bad for me?”
You shook your head, “No. I did it because a cute guy was humping my leg in his sleep, and I couldn’t resist.”
His eyebrows shot to his forehead, his blush getting worse. He didn’t think anyone’s called him that before. If anything, he was mostly called the opposite. He tried to hide his bashful smile by tucking his chin down. You laughed, seeing his sweet reaction.
“C’mon, we have a long walk ahead of us today. We better get going before trouble finds us.”
summary living in the wasteland isn’t easy. but after meeting a certain boy, a weight seemed to be lifted off your shoulders
cw 18+ fem!reader, reader is afab, strong language, canon-typical violence, smut in next chapter, soon-to-be ghoul Thaddeus, Thaddeus will keep his hair as a ghoul bc I said so, semi-slow build, minimal use of “y/n”
wc 1.8k
a/n this is my first multi chapter fic so bear with me lol, and when I say semi slow build in the warning, I mean emotional slow build. thanks for reading ♡
[ch. 2]
The desert sun beat down on you as you walked through the vast wasteland, looking for somewhere that might have something useful in it. There’s hardly any places in the wasteland that haven’t already been picked clean.
There has to be something around here. You come upon a rust-covered Red Rocket. You’d take anything you can get at this point.
Before you could step foot into the old gas station, a shriek pierced through the air. You whipped your head over to find the source of the girlish scream. Drawing your gun, you jog over to peek around the side of the building.
There’s a man with dusty brown hair fighting and losing to a mole rat. He’s on his back flailing, helplessly trying to kick at the large animal that has him pinned to the ground. He pushed at the rodent, trying to avoid its long teeth from sinking into his flesh. Instincts get the best of you, and you stepped out from around the corner to put a bullet through the side of the animal's skull.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed. Its blood splattered onto the rubble-dusted pavement. The limp body made a thump sound as it fell onto the man. He yelped and pushed it off frantically before stumbling to get to his feet.
“You— you saved me!” He exclaimed, breathless from his pathetic attempt at fighting one of the least dangerous radioactive animals in the wasteland. He glanced over to the dead rodent. Your eyebrows furrowed, your gun still raised. “Yeah.” You answered flatly, your expression unreadable, “Don’t go makin’ me regret it now.”
He shook his head wildly. “No! No, I won’t! Thank you, thank you!” His eyes were wide. You surveyed him for a moment, looking him over. He gulped nervously. You pursed your lips with your eyes narrowed at him, not bothering to accept his grateful thank you’s. The wind whistling was the only thing to be heard. You suddenly holstered your gun, deciding you’d had enough trouble for one day. The man flinches at the sudden movement. You turned and walked away from him, heading towards the entrance of the Red Rocket once more.
“Wait!”
Hearing heavy footsteps behind you, you turned around to see him jogging after you. Your eyebrows furrowed again in confusion. “What do you want? I just saved your life, go live it or whatever.” You said coldly, waving your hand in dismissal. I’m really not in the mood to make meaningless conversation with a stranger.
“What’s your name?” He asks, breathless. His lips parted as he breathed heavily. There’s a small gap in his front teeth, you noticed.
“Why?” You responded flatly.
He fiddled with the straps of his jacket before continuing. “Well you, you know, saved my life, that was really cool of you, and— you seem like you might know your way around and…” Your look of confused annoyance shuts him up. Eyes falling to the Brotherhood of Steel symbol sewn onto his gray jacket, you meet his eyes again.
“What’s a Brotherhood member doing alone out here, anyway?” You question with a raised brow.
“You’re never going to believe this, but it was kind of my first mission with my knight, which actually turned out to not be my knight, and I had just ranked up to squire…”
Immediate regret. You should’ve known better than to ask. He paused,
“Thaddeus. I’m Thaddeus.” He introduced himself abruptly. The sun shone on his lightly sweaty and sunburnt face.
“Okay, Thaddeus. Are we done here?” You'd have started to get impatient. You had come here to hopefully find water, food, or really anything you could scrounge up. Instead, you were met with possibly the most talkative guy to ever walk the planet.
“Can I come with you?” He blurted out. His eyes are round and all puppy-dog like, a hopeful glint in them.
“Come with me? Come with me where?”
Why would he want to come with a complete stranger? Sure, I saved his life and all, but I was just trying not to be a total prick like most people. I guess when you are gracious enough to save a guy's life, he thinks you're totally and irrevocably in love with him.
“Yeah— Yes. Please? You know, I may seem like I know a whole lot,”
No, he didn’t.
“But I sorta don’t…and I honestly have no clue where I am right now.”
An audible sigh is heard from you. Thaddeus’s eyebrows were upturned in a pleading look. He was desperate. And by the looks of it, he'd been wandering the wasteland aimlessly for god knows how long. You bit your lip in thought. You wanted to immediately say no and walk away, but then there’s that whole thing about karma and how it comes back to you…
I don’t even believe in that shit.
He obviously didn’t seem like a threat. He couldn’t take out one mole rat for fucks sake, but is doing a good deed worth the aggravation of this guy potentially talking your ear off however long he’s with you? You met his pleading eyes again.
“Where do you need to go exactly? Back to the Brotherhood?”
“Um, I don’t really think the Brotherhood is gonna want me back…”
“And why not?”
“Well, when I got my foot crushed I met this doctor who, by the way, I don’t think this guy was a doctor at all! I mean, no doctor smells like that! And I inhaled this stuff he sold me that healed my foot right away, which was great, but now I’m pretty sure I’m turning into a…ghoul. Which is not so great.” He grimaced when speaking the word ghoul.
Inhaled a mysterious substance and is turning into a ghoul? Is this guy an idiot? You took a closer look at him and noticed the faint scarring on the sides of his face that is likely to get worse with time. He still had his hair for now, so good for him.
You sighed and crossed your arms.
“Right. Inhaled a mystery substance that now has you turning into a ghoul. Great. So, if you can’t go back to the Brotherhood, where are you planning on going?”
You didn’t know why you were even entertaining this idea that you're going to take him anywhere. You were almost entirely sure you were not doing this.
Even if you do decide to let this man tag along, you don't want him going feral on you. Potentially biting your face off while you slept. He seemed pretty new to all this ghoul stuff. You weren’t necessarily an expert on ghoul life yourself, but one thing you did know was that they needed those vials to keep them sane.
“Since you’re pretty sure you’re a ghoul now, or turning into one, you do have vials, right?” You inquired with a raised brow. Thaddeus rubs his neck awkwardly, “Um, y—yeah! Totally. I do…”
He seemed unsure. What is the point of lying if he doesn’t have them? You assumed not to look clueless in front of you. He is a new ghoul after all, so you don’t blame him for not having them just yet. But he surely knew of them, right?
“Do you?” You asked again, a hand resting on your hip. He looked up at the ceiling of the metal canopy covering the old gas pumps trying to think of something to say.
“Uh, what’s— what’d they look like again?” His voice is quieter than the last time he spoke. He tilted his head and rubbed his neck awkwardly.
So, no. He doesn’t have them.
You let out a short breathy chuckle, which Thaddeus was unsure was sarcastic or not. “You gotta have those, dude. Y’know they keep you from going feral, right? I don’t know if you need them so early on in the ghoulifying stages, but I’m sure you will need ‘em later on.”
His eyes widened. “Feral?!” His voice went up an octave, sounding much whinier than before. You chuckled at how panic-stricken he is. “I think you’ll have enough time to find some before that happens.” You replied, turning around to finally head into the Red Rocket.
Thaddeus is close on your trail, following you inside. You tried to ignore him, slinging your worn-out backpack over your shoulder and onto a countertop. You crouched down and rustled through the shelves. Thaddeus leans over the counter, looking at your crouched form.
“Do you know where to get them? Can you take me there? I promise to repay you! I’m a man of honor, as a member of the Brotherhood of—um, former member of the Brotherhood of Steel, I swear that I’ll repay my debt to you for escorting me to wherever these vials may be!” He placed his hand on his heart.
So dramatic.
You looked at him from your position on the floor, holding a roll of duct tape you found on one of the shelves. Your eyes were wide, eyebrows scrunched as you looked at the ridiculous display.
“Uh…okay…” you said slowly. You stood up, shoving the roll of tape into your bag. You’re hesitant to agree to this. You haven't had a companion in a long time, if you’d even call it that. You were used to being alone. Was it ideal? You didn’t know.
There’s been times when you’ve gotten lonely, sure. Times when you’ve wondered if things would’ve been easier if you had someone. This would be the longest conversation you’ve had in a while. To be fair, there aren't many good people out there to have conversations with. Most people are either trying to rob you, kill you, or both. You don’t have a good track record of making friends. You could blame it on the nature of the wasteland, or the fact that you can’t seem to let the rare few who are decent in.
You sighed. Your hesitant eyes met his pleading blue ones. “Fine. I’ll take you to the Super Duper Mart. That’s where I heard they sell that shit. But first, you’re gonna help me pick this place dry. Then, I got a few errands to run. After that, I’ll take you.” You explained firmly. You turned away, cursing yourself for agreeing to this. You continued to rummage through the various shelves and containers in the old gas station.
Thaddeus let out a loud sigh of relief. He instantly begins helping search the place. “You’re saving my life, truly…” He started up his rambling again, starting to tell you about the time he “got shot in the neck with an arrow”.
You were sure you’re gonna end up regretting this.
Hi! I wanted to let everyone know I might not be posting fics on here anymore, as I’ve switch to ao3. I’m currently working on a Thaddeus (fallout tv) x fem!oc fic on there The first few chapters will be posted soon, and I’ll post the link once they are out. If anyone would like me to upload it here, let me know! Also, I’m thinking of switching it to x reader, if anyone would be interested in that instead. Thank you all for reading my fics! ♡
clark meets another super, who he can fuck the way he really wants to.
cw: 18+, smut, villain!reader, enemies to lovers, hate fucking, unprotected p-in-v, mentions of blood & violence, clark has a massive cock (ofc), sexual tension, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, dub con, clark fucks HARD in this (2.4k wc)
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clark kent had only ever dreamt of days where he'd meet his match.
he'd accepted that he was physiologically different that the humans that he kept company with. and that meant compromising. which was a multitude of things. he could only every use one percent of his actual strength in his daily tasks for starters — taking a boatload of mental fortitude to contain himself.
that applied to his sex life. an act he indulged in often.
maybe it was written in his DNA, or maybe having a significantly larger body to muscle mass meant your sex drive left you unbelievably insatiable. he couldn't tell. there wasn't much of a reference point he could compare to.
even then, it was…unfulfilling.
the women he fucked weren't to blame for it. truly. he'd learned after a couple of partners that his cock was disconcertingly massive in 'human' standards. to quote the most recent, he had a 'monster cock.' something he took literal offence to initially, but later learned that was a generic term for far exceeding 9 inches. and that meant only ever being able to fuck barely halfway in before most of them tapped out.
it was okay. he was okay with it. being superman had perks, doing good, keeping people safe. being sexually fulfilled wasn't on the forefront of his mind at all. but that didn't mean he couldn't dream of meeting someone who could keep up with him.
and that was why, clark kent was obsessed with you from the second you threw the first punch to his jaw.
"are you — … are you freakin' smiling?"
you had your knee pinned to his pulse point, knuckles flexed with clark's dried blood. other hand squishing his jaw when his smile tenses against your thumb. bloodied pearly whites peeking through. that wasn't the expression you expected from a man who was panting, bruised, and bleeding from cuts on his lips and nose.
"it hurts," he manages through a laughter of amusement, "like, actually hurts." your brows raise quizzically. it was a no shit sort of moment, because well, you'd swung at his face. repeatedly. but the crooked smile he was giving you, made your cunt clench.
"okay. i do not have time to figure out what bullshit you're on. stay out of my goddamn way, superman."
he doesn't chase you when you'd gotten up, free-falling off the museum's building, thumb drive in hand.
after that, getting rid of him was near impossible. he was everywhere you were, disrupting your plans. and for some absurd reason — taking hit after hit, as if testing how much you could deal, and how much he could endure.
the next time you see him, he's skulking in your apartment, rotating a relic that didn't seem like it was from this earth.
"do you have a death wish?"
clark doesn't turn when he hears you approach him, tossing the armored headpiece up and down in his palms. "you're hera," he muses, eyes glinting when your footsteps cease where you stop short of him. the mention of your past alter-ego, sends a dreadful chill down your spine. his gaze drags over your civilian state, formal, a lanyard around your neck, pencil skirt, and a thin black rectangular framed glasses.
you snatch the item from him. dusting it off before putting it back in its' place. "i don't go by that anymore."
clark stumbles backward when you shoulder past him. you don't wait before you swipe him clean off his legs, the cement floors crackling beneath his fall. "i'm giving you about twenty seconds to get out before i fuck you up, supershit."
clark reacts to that nickname instantaneously, pointing at you accusatory. "do not —" he grumbles. shaking his head before pulling himself up to his feet. you weren't paying attention to him, wrist twisted to look at the second hand tick on your watch.
"look. miss hera, i'm here to talk —"
"times up."
the force that sends him crashing into your bookshelf cracks the walls of your converted loft. you sigh, unwinding your wrist from hitting that brick wall-like chest. he doesn't want to attack you, and you see it in the way he's standing up, not getting into a defensive stance.
clark raises his palms to surrender. "please, i'm really not here to turn you in." you listen to him for a second, but you wind up to throw another. this time, he catches your fists, a crackle heard before he twists you around, pressing your fist to your back. "would you listen?"
you swallow thickly, his voice blooming a warmth in you.
he grunts at you headbutting him, and you take the moment to loop your arm around his, throwing him in the direction of your television console.
you briefly hear him mutter a quick 'oh geez that one hurt' in a tired boyish tone. clark looks up to the figure already charging at him. he catches you by your hips when you pounce on him, legs locked around his chest. "ow, ow, ow — i'm serious! just let me talk!"
you huff, holding him in a tight headlock where you were straddled. in the split second you hesitate, he blindly grabs around your back, holding you by the scruff of your neck before slamming you down like he was getting a feral cat off of him.
"that does it." gritting through your teeth, your heels meet the base of his jaw, and it cracks beneath the weight behind the kick. clark whines out loudly, stumbling back. his senses are attuned now, your head whips to the side when he strikes you for real, the glasses you had on flying right off.
"i really don't want to hurt you. " he pants, wiping the blood off his lips with the back of his hand. you attempt to knee him, but he catches you, the whiplash of him grabbing you by your throat has your hand grasping around his wrists.
his cape flutters when clark catapults onto the other side. you let out a yelp when your back slams into the paintings behind you.
he's close now, your chest heaving hard enough to graze his.
you spit out the blood that collects in your mouth, sizing him with a deadly look, "as if you can."
clark looks at you intently, gaze flicking to the smear of scarlet on your lips. his jaw tightens, trying to figure out how he could get you to listen to him.
and then — he licks a stripe over your sliced bottom lip.
your whimper ghosts his jaw, and clark holds you still in place by the neck. large hands spanning your entire throat. your eyes dart to his, flitting left and right. his thumbs shift, just slightly, your pulse slowing beneath.
"you done?" he's close enough that you can feel the hum in his voice. your eye twitches at the smug tone.
"the nerve you've got…" you mutter, your own tongue catching your lower lips. he tenses at the sight of you licking over the glossiness he left.
the thrum in your chest is palpable. he feels it, and doesn't let go. the adrenaline of both the pain and closeness turning into something much more twisted.
"you're strong." clark leans close and you tip your head to the side to avoid him. he takes the opportunity to drag his nose down your neck. "as strong as i am." your breath stutters, thighs thrashing helplessly next to his hips.
"so?" you feel him sigh into your collar bone, his forehead rested on the shifted painting behind you.
"so…you can take it. take…me."
your brows furrow at that, but the answer comes in the form of the monstrosity pressed up against your abdomen, that was twitching. "is…is that what this is about? you needed a super-powered criminal fuck buddy?" the deliriousness in your tone is evident, and it seems to embarrasses him.
"this isn't ideal," he snaps in a hushed whisper. pulling back enough to turn your jaw to face him. "i know you want it too. i can…i can feel your heart rate picking up." he points out.
his face is laughably apologetic considering the span of events so far. "well, it's a given with you humping me."
clark's jaw flexes, "gosh you — the mouth on you." he sputters, the grip around your neck tightening a fraction. "you're so damn crass. this is ridiculous. what am i doing?"
you laugh in his face, and he perks up, staring blankly at just how pretty you looked when you smiled. "are you joking? you have your dick pressed onto me and you're questioning my language?"
clark winces, hips bucking into you when you point out the irony in the situation. "don't…talk like that," he's trying not to acknowledge the fact that he was quickly hardening, but your entire presence was a catalyst. "talk like what?"
he's almost certain you're being obtuse on purpose, but in the off-chance you weren't, "saying stuff like dick, and…humping so brazenly."
a smile curls at the corner of your lips, and your hand drops, two of your fingers spreading apart to trace over the outline of his bulge.
"o-oh geez," he gasps, followed by a breathless "give-me-a-goddamn-warning."
the hold on your throat loosens. so you grab around his cock firmly, thumbing where his tip would be. "you're here to fuck me, right? so act like it."
clark looks to you, brows pressed into a knit. his arm snakes around your hip, "…very well, then."
you gasp at the shift in positions, where he now had you pinned on your unmade bed.
his hand curls around your wrist, slipping them underneath his suit bottom. clark jumps when your softer hands grip his bare length, it surprises you "oh."
"i-it's…not exactly small," he grits, panting into the side of your head when you stroke him with his guidance.
"no kidding. you're hung, big blue."
clark grunts at that, breaths turning heavier the more you're dry rubbing his cock.
"like that. yeah... that's good."
you hum, lifting your hips to accommodate his bigger frame while he tugs his suit off. the impressive size of him comes to your view, and you let out a stuttered breath. your pussy clench almost as a pre-warning.
he drags your skirt up, bunching it at your hips. "g..osh.." he mutters, looking up to see that you've unbuttoned yourself enough to reveal the curvature of your tits beneath a lacy blue bra.
"like that we're matching?"
clark huffs out a strained laughter, head dropping lower. "that's not funny."
the smirk on you turns to a gasp when he drags his thumb over your panties, wetness slowly blooming where your slit would be. your hips tilt to his touch, and he hooks his thumb around the edge of the fabric, letting his finger dip into you just enough.
you moan brokenly, looking down at the erotic sight before you.
his body was definitely as formidable as his cock, biceps visibly flexing at your ministrations. "the point…of this is so you can do what you want. right? just stick it in then."
the tremble in your voice gives away your nervousness.
clark rolls his shoulder, pushing a finger into your cunt, sounding unintentionally smug, "to fuck you…without tearing you. i need you to take at least four fingers."
you clench, on instinct, when he says that. it seems to draw a cocky smile from him.
you aren't sure how long had passed.
somewhere between your second and third orgasm, you lost track of time. clark had his mouth latched around your breast, plunging his fingers deep into you, relentlessly pulling whimpers out of you.
"enough — fuck." you claw at his back, slick with sweat sticking to your cheeks. "just do it already." clark's still diligently stretching you out, marvelling at how your pussy accommodates his digits.
"okay, okay…"
you feel the loss of him all at once and with a flutter, his thighs pushes yours further apart where they were hoisted beneath your thighs. clark angles his thick tip at your entrance.
"take a deep breath for me" he whispers, easing himself into you while thumbing at your clit. the reaction was immediate, you squeeze around him, hips already attempting to squirm away.
clark holds you down, feeding you his cock inch by inch and all you can do is brace yourself. "you feel — so.." he groans out, lips pressed at the corner of your parted ones. you're letting out choked, heavy breaths into his mouth, rendered mute, "so soft, a-and wet."
you're teary, blinking through the blur that prickle the corner of your eyes. he feels your it wet his cheek, and he pulls back, like he'd been burnt.
"sorry, i'm sorry." his hip still. and somehow, the sting grows even more painful when he isn't moving. "are you okay? should i stop?"
your nails dig into clark's arms, dragging them down his bicep, leaving angry red marks behind. he doesn't expect it, when you grab around his neck, flipping him beneath you. you steady yourself on his chest and fully sheath yourself. the two of you groaning out in unison.
"fuck. oh fuck." clark gasps when your hips lift, and snap back down. he grabs around your thighs, stabilising you as you bounce on his cock.
"god, oh my god, it's like, you're in my…throat.." you're whimpering into his mouth, body falling limp after your brave showing of just having him fully in you.
clark holds you up your jaw, drowning your moans in his mouth. his other hand slides down your ass, parting them with a finger, hold firmly around the fat. he takes takes charge to thrust up into you, deep.
"mm—ff..i-i know. it's a lot." he's blabbering in your lips, securing his hold, feeling your tight hole clenching when fingers spanning enough to graze past it, the tip of his finger rubbing where his cock meets your pussy.
it's too much, and clark knows. "y..ou're doing so g-good."
your breath stutters in his mouth, drooling into him helplessly. fuelled by the praise he gives. "so goddamn good." your cheeks presses onto his, panting when the white hot flashes take you to what's now your fourth orgasm.
it comes with no warning. he jolts once, heaving, thick spurts of his cum shooting deep into you. never-ending, seemingly. clark turns you over in a fluid motion, cock still pulsing into you with deep spurts. he presses his hand flat onto your abdomen, where the outline of him pokes at your belly.
he's in awe, fully in the depths of a newfound pleasure. a heavy palm swiping the sweaty strands of your cheeks.
clark readjusts his hold on you, a finger tearing your blouse fully apart. you jolt when the buttons clatter to the ground. you gasp out when he presses deeper into you. his palm cradling your jaw.
"wait...what are you…—" he tuts, pressing a kiss on your parted lips.
summary: An off night, a hotel room, a bottle of peach Jim Beam, and Vigilante. What could go wrong?
words: 9.8k
cw: explicit, smut, piv sex, oral sex (f receiving), some dubcon elements, shower sex, praise kink, sub!adrian, technically switch!adrian but (gestures vaguely), alcohol consumption, drunk sex, blood kink, mentions of contraception, cowgirl position, choking, gagging, friends to lovers, character study disguised as smut, james gunn said the visor is prescription and i took that as canon, reader uses prescription lenses, yes i did name this after the pitbull song
a/n: we are so fucking back
ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI
“Working hours” with this black ops group are loosely defined at best, and entirely nonexistent at worst. And don’t even get started on pay, because you think at this point that you’re only getting comped whatever the pay is for your cost of living, and that’s only really when you’re on the clock. They’ll pay for the hotel room and sometimes the food, but besides that, you’re on your own.
But, back to those working hours. You don’t know when they stopped, but maybe it was around the time your roomie decided to crack open a bottle of whisky and pour out half of it for you into one of the plastic solo cups they provide with the coffee pot. God knows you’re not working anymore, you’re just sort of sitting idle while he rambles about the room, gesticulating with the bottle. Like he does.
(Plus, you don’t think he’s even being paid for this? Adrian is just here for the fun and because he’s available, and the rest of the team just let him tag along because he’s useful. The thought makes you smirk a little bit.)
You admire his profile as he talks, one finger pressed to your smiling lips as your eyes trail him back and forth, thinking he might eventually hypnotize you. He’s so… expressive. And he has dimples and curly hair, which you’ve always been a sucker for. He hasn’t even taken off his suit; blue on silver on black, with a red visor on the mask discarded on the table. You had watched him remove it, and carefully tried to hide the fact that you were staring as he pulled his wire-rimmed glasses out of a hidden pocket.
You’re very pointedly staring now, sizing him up like your next fucking meal (alcohol does that to you), and Adrian keeps on blathering in one long spiel, pacing in circles like hasn’t even noticed your hungry gaze (alcohol does that to him).
“Is that prescription?” you ask, cutting him off in the middle of his sentence, which you’d barely been paying attention to. Something something Twilight, something something cultural reset.
Adrian stops pacing, looking at you with a deer-in-headlights expression. “Huh?”
You nod at the mask laying on the table by the door. “The visor. Is it prescription?”
He swivels to look at the mask, and then back to you with an almost bashful laugh. “Uh… yeah?”
“That’s sick.”
“Really?” Dimples. You take another sip of your whisky to calm yourself, and it burns at the back of your throat. Objectively, you should not be feeling this way about your pseudo-coworker, who also happens to be somewhat of a lunatic. But, y’know, he’s… sweet. To you. Which is the odd thing, but you’ve gone beyond worrying about the details at this point. You’re hunting alien butterfly creatures that live in people’s brains, you can get past a couple character flaws.
“I mean, yeah.” You lick your lips, which have taken on the flavor of the peach liqueur in the whisky. “I wear prescription lenses, too, but they’re a bitch to keep clean on the job. If I could afford prescription hardware, I would. Good on you.”
“Yeah, I mean… yeah, it is fucking cool, thank you!” He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners and making you clench your jaw with how badly you want to reach out and kiss him long and hard at that exact moment. “I was starting to think no one else would notice how genius it is. Y’know, I don’t even think Peacemaker’s noticed, which is totally not very best friend-like of him, but it’s fine, I’m sure he’ll come around eventually, the guy constantly has a lot of shit on his plate. Like I remember one time, me and him got stuck in a Winnebago that was rolling downhill toward a cliff like something out of Looney Tunes because some idiot crack dealer locked us in there with his load, and-”
He’s pacing again, and the amber colored liquid in the square bottle he grips by the neck sloshes against the glass as he continues waving it around emphatically. And you’ve zoned out again, because now you’re thinking about his hands, and how nice they’d feel on your body. You’ve seen him beat the shit out of people, you know he’s packing some major force in those fists, but you haven’t felt them on your own skin, or had the experience of having them wrapped around your throat for yourself.
“-then, y’know, Eagly’s a fucking badass, I don’t know if you’ve seen him in action, but the little dude can take a guy out in like one peck. Like do not get caught on the wrong end of those talons is all I’m saying. Anyways, he swooped in and yanked the fucking wheel, so the Winnebago flipped. I mean, can you imagine! A bald eagle rolling a camper. That shit’s gotta be, like, legendary-”
And his quads as he walks, Jesus Christ. You’ve never been super partial to burly, buff guys (sorry Chris), but there’s something to be said for muscle in the right places. Adrian’s legs are nice, you can tell just by the way the fabric of his pants stretches around them when he turns, and fuck his ass is so tight. You nearly salivate just staring at it, thinking about how much you’d love to dig your heels into it, or squeeze it to urge him on as he fucks you.
Your eyes snap down to your solo cup of whisky, and you frown. When did you drink half of it?
“-but like I’m sure you know Eagly pretty well because he loves you, I can tell. He kind of scooches closer every time you sit near him, it’s really cute actually, I mean, I would scooch closer whenever you sat near me too except I feel like you’d punch me in the dick, good thing my suit’s got a reinforced crotch-”
“Wait, what?” You blink up at him, your brain sort of fizzling out and then rebooting as you stare at him. What did he say?
Adrian doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, the guy who made it was like, ‘That makes no sense, you’re gonna have the worst time trying to take a piss in this,’ and I said, ‘No, dude, have you ever been karate kicked in the nuts before? Shit hurts.’ I still had to pay extra-”
“No, no, what was that shit about scooching closer? To me?” You squint at him. “Babe, are you trying to tell me something?”
He blushes. You know he’s joked about not feeling emotions like other people do, but you wonder how true that really is, because he goes beet fucking red like he’s having trouble breathing as he stares down at his shoes. “I, uh- well, I mean, yeah, I’d scooch closer to you. Theoretically. If- if you wanted me to. And if you weren’t going to punch me in the dick.”
“Why would I punch you in the dick?”
“I don’t know, it’s like… it’s an understandable reaction to someone getting in someone else’s personal space!”
“No, it really isn’t…”
“Well, how was I supposed to know you wouldn’t punch me in the dick?”
You throw up your hand in an exasperated gesture. “When have you ever seen me punch someone in the dick?”
He screws up his face. “UM, I don’t know, you punched Peacemaker in the dick!”
“What? When?”
“When he tried lifting you onto the truck that one time!”
“That was a misunderstanding, I kneed him because he didn’t give me a heads up!”
“But you did it!”
“Well, the last thing I would want to do to your dick is punch it, all right?”
You both stop and stare at each other for a long moment. You think you might have stopped breathing, too. Yeah, you are definitely tipsy at this point, but you raise a slightly shaking hand to take a casual sip of your drink, as if you aren’t staring at him with bulging eyes like you’re possessed.
He opens his mouth and closes it a few times before he comes out with a response. “Okay.”
You blink. “Okay?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, okay. I mean, what other stuff would you do to my dick?”
“Uh… stuff.” You jerkily stand, nearly sloshing your drink as you try to get your bearings. You set the cup down on the bedside table and turn to look at him with the most awkward, pin-straight posture you could possibly muster, like a high schooler trying to pretend they aren’t drunk in front of their parents. “I’m going to take a shower now. Yeah. I am. I’m going to do that.”
“Oh. Okay.” Adrian looks down at the bottle in his hand, and then shuffles a bit to the side so that you can pass him.
“I mean, unless you wanted to shower first?” You pause at the end of your respective bed, and turn to see him turning down the covers on his own by the window. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting in bed,” he says flatly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He reaches up and undoes a latch on his armor that frees the chestplate, and lifts it over his head in one swift move, leaving him in his tight fitting black undershirt.
You stare at him, scatterbrained until you manage to scowl at him, and the two knives he wears crossed against his lower back. “You’re going to sleep with all your weapons?”
“Yeah.”
“With all the dirt and sweat and fucking blood from fighting?”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t just… you can’t just get in bed with your outside clothes on, dude!” you splutter, leaning your thigh against the end of the mattress before you, and slow your speech carefully as you declare, “It’s… unsanitary.”
“Oh, and who are you, the sleep police?” Adrian turns to sneer at you. “I thought you were going to take a shower.”
“Well I was, but that was before I knew you weren’t planning on it!” You throw your hand out at him. “Why?”
“Because! If I go to sleep with wet hair it dries all weird, okay? Get off my dick!”
“I’m sure you’ll look just as pretty regardless, Adrian,” you tut condescendingly at him, rolling your eyes as you turn on your heels toward the bathroom. “Do what you want, or fucking join me if you change your mind, I don’t care.”
You don’t register the full weight of your words until you turn on the tap. But, by that time, you also don’t get to see the way Adrian stares at the door to the bathroom like you’ve just presented him with the key to the city.
You very rarely opt for lukewarm showers, but you certainly do now. With the way your blood is humming through your veins like electricity, and you feel hot just from the sight of Adrian’s muscles in that tight fucking shirt, you feel a cold shower is in order. Well, colder, anyways.
The water pressure is complete bullshit, of course. It pathetically trickles out, and it takes longer than usual for your body to get completely soaked. In that time, you lean against the tile and hold your head in your hands as the water drips down your face. How the fuck are you supposed to sleep in the same room as this guy? Between the way you’re just aching to jump his bones, and his inability to stop talking, you don’t think it’s a possibility tonight.
You wonder what he would sound like when you ride him. You wonder if he would finally shut up, or if he would switch to talking to you like a lover instead of a drinking buddy. You wonder if he would beg, or if he’s more dominant than that.
You’re imagining his head between your thighs. You’re imagining what he’d look like with your hands tangled in his hair. You’re imagining the feeling of his mouth on your skin, the calloused planes of his palms on your breasts and beneath your thighs. You’re… you’re shaking.
The white shower curtain rips open, and Adrian steps in beside you, naked as the day he was born. “Hey, can you pass the soap?”
“What the fuck?” You turn your head to look at him with a bewildered expression, simply refusing to tear your eyes away from his face because you do not want to cross that line and have the image of his dick imprinted in your brain while you try to get to sleep tonight. “Adrian, what are you doing?”
“Well, you said to join you if I changed my mind.” He shrugs, his smile the absolute picture of innocence, but his eyes still rake slowly down your body before finding your face again.
You blink, searching for a proper response to that. His eyes are green. Jesus Christ, that’s three for three: dimples, curly hair, and green eyes. He’s trying to kill you.
“I was being sar-” you cut yourself off with a sigh, “yeah, you know what, I did say that. Shit. Fucking… okay. Whatever. Here.” You fumble with the tiny complimentary body wash tube and thrust it toward him. “Go apeshit.”
“You have a really great ass by the way.”
“Adrian.”
“What? You do. I’m just being honest. I’m not even saying that because this is the first time I’ve seen you naked, I always thought your ass was nice, there just wasn’t a good time to say it.”
Your face is burning. You turn your back on him and try your hardest not to clap your hands over your eyes or do something equally embarrassing. You don’t think Adrian is even fazed by any of this; he wasn’t wearing his glasses, either, and you don’t know how strong his prescription is. You imagine pretty strong, if he needs it in his visor. Maybe there’s a good chance he can’t see the exact details of your tits. Maybe-
He touches your shoulder, and you feel lather running down your back as he starts massaging circles into your skin.
“Are you washing me?” you wheeze, your voice coming out an octave higher, and you really do cover your face again this time. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, and you can’t focus on anything other than the touch of his hand on your shoulder blade.
“Uh, yeah? I wash your back, you wash mine, right?” He sounds cheery and completely content with everything that’s happening and, despite the sheer oddness of all of it, you don’t really want him to stop. You guess that’s why you haven’t told him to get the hell out, yet.
Maybe you’re just as much of a lunatic as him. “‘Scratch,’ Adrian. It’s fucking ‘scratch.’”
He pauses. “What?”
“It’s ‘I scratch your back, you scratch mine.’”
“That makes no fucking sense.” He shakes his head in your periphery, his hand resuming its circular motion against your back, moving across to your other shoulder. You feel the soft, wet glide like a molten lava trail.
“Of course it makes sense! Why would it be ‘wash?’”
“Why wouldn’t it be ‘wash?’”
“Because it’s about doing your friends favors,” you argue in a wobbly, strained voice as you shiver while his fingers slide down your spine. It raises goosebumps on your skin, despite the heat in your veins and the cool of the water. “Friends don’t wash each other’s backs, genius.”
“So, we’re not friends?”
His hand pauses again just at the curve of your lower back, where it extends down into your tailbone. You bite your lip, and you can feel his eyes on you, the touch of his gaze almost as real as his hand is. Your thighs clench together involuntarily. You simpering little… weak, desperate thing, you are not going to beg for him to touch you. That’s not it. That’s not how this should go.
But, you could turn around and touch him, too. You could probably kiss him, if you were feeling really adventurous. He just basically implied that he wouldn’t be opposed to fucking you, right? That was where the conversation had been going earlier, if you hadn’t been such a pussy. Neither of you is nearly as subtle as you think you are.
You manage to chew your lip enough to tear a gash in it, and salty, coppery blood hits your tongue. You’re losing it, standing on the precipice of something way bigger than the two of you. You’re just an inch away from becoming more than just friends with Adrian, if you don’t reel it in quickly. Your hand comes up to slam against the wall when his fingers, which seem to be discontented to remain idle, start tracing little shapes on your lower back. A star. A diamond. A heart.
“N… No, I- I mean, we are. But I don’t think we’re going to be, if you keep it up.”
He grunts carelessly. “I’m having a hard time not keeping it up, really.”
“What do you mean?” You turn around, and his hand glides across your lower back and to your hip, because he refuses to stop touching you now (not that you want him to stop, either, if you’re being honest with yourself). Your eyes flick down, and you know exactly what he means, because he’s hard as a rock.
And also thick, and long, and veiny, but hey. What did you expect?
Your eyes linger on his erection for a long time, and drag your gaze slowly from the burst of dark hair at the base of his cock, up the line of his torso and to his chest. His pale skin is riddled with little scars here and there, from small injuries that weren’t serious enough to slow him down. He has a faint spray of freckles on his shoulders, suggesting that he spends at least some time in the sun. It makes you inordinately flustered to think of him doing some sort of outdoor activities to get that toned body of his.
You clear your throat as you find his gaze again. “Next dumb question,” you say, and he gives you a wide-eyed, vaguely awestruck look that makes you way more confident than it ought to. “Are you gonna fuck me, Adrian?”
His eyelashes flutter. His cheeks are painted with that sweet pink blush again, like he’s been entirely oblivious to the fact that he’s had you melting for him since he cracked open the bottle of Jim Beam. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“I think it’s a fucking fantastic idea, do you?”
“Yeah, I do.” And he grabs you by the face to kiss you, and crowds you back against the wall. You give a surprised yelp into his open mouth, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as your back hits the cold tile. He grunts and brushes his soap covered fingers across your cheeks. “Did you bite your lip?”
“Yeah.”
“...Was that because of me?”
You whimper weakly as he slowly, and very purposefully, traces the length of your bottom lip with his tongue like he’s savoring the taste of your blood. “Yeah.”
“That’s so fucking hot.”
He yanks you up off of your feet, making you squeak and hold in a nervous laugh. Your leg bumps the faucet handle, and the water turns ice cold just as Adrian scrambles to hook your legs around his waist.
“Shit.” Adrian hisses and smacks the wall beside your hip once or twice before he finds the faucet, because he doesn’t stop kissing you. He’s sloppy and rushed and overexcited, but at least he gets the water running warm against as he presses you up against the wall. “I’ve never done this here, have you?”
“Shower sex? No.” You bite his lip as he hitches you up by the back of your thighs, and he groans as his hips jerk up toward yours. “But I think you’re doing a good job.”
“Wait, fuck. Do we need, like, a condom…?” He blinks at you with a glassy look in his eyes.
“IUD. I have- it’s all good, you’re fine.” You knock your head back against the wall with a whimper high in your throat as he brushes his cock against your entrance. You can feel the world spinning as you tangle your fingers in his wet hair, giving it a small but sharp tug. “Now, if you don’t fuck me I’m gonna-”
You choke when he drives the full length of his cock into you, pushing your hips back against the wall. Your nails scratch down his neck and across his shoulder blades as he splits you open, your legs tightening around his waist while simultaneously trying to spread wider to accommodate him. Adrian spits a curse into your neck, his teeth grazing a vein there as he ruts up into you, filling you so completely that a cry dies in your throat.
“God, fuck, Adrian,” you sob toward the ceiling, only too aware of him moaning loudly against your skin. He feels better than you had imagined, stretching you out so perfectly that your toes curl as you try your hardest to draw him forward with your legs alone.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” you catch him whispering into the crook of your neck, just barely audible over the trickle of water over your head.
He doesn’t even give you time to adjust before he starts pistoning his hips into yours, jolting you up the wall. Your skin squeaks against the wet tile, and his grunts echo in the curve of your neck. Tears might actually be streaming down your face, but you wouldn’t be able to tell them apart from the warm water coming from the showerhead.
Adrian’s hand comes up to brace against the wall beside your head, and he surprises you. “You really think I’m pretty?” He asks with such a genuine note of hope in his voice that you think he must be serious.
“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” you breathe, whining when he nips at your jaw with his teeth. You interrupt your train of thought with a series of hoarse cries, because Adrian picks up the pace with less precision, and more just forceful thrusts that drive all the way to the end of you and make you see stars, regardless.
“You’re the most perfect person in the world and I wish I could paint because the only thing I’d be painting is just you over and over and over-”
He’s blathering into your shoulder, his mouth brushing your skin as it moves and his hips slamming yours back against the wall hard enough that you’re definitely going to be feeling it in the morning. Every bit of desire you have for him surges up inside you like an inferno catching on, like every stroke he makes is stoking that fire within you.
“-so pretty everyone wants you I can’t believe you would let me touch you or even kiss you but you’re letting me do this to you and it’s all I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you-”
It occurs to you to tell him that you’d let him do anything he wants to you at this point, as long as he just doesn’t stop fucking you- but that’s yet another line you refuse to cross for the sake of self preservation. You’re already drunk, and confessing the true scope of your feelings to him in this state would just be a recipe for disaster.
Oh god, but he’s like a reckoning. You shake your head to compose yourself and scratch your nails along his neck before you take his face in your hands and draw him up to you. His pupils were already blown out, but you think they nearly eclipse his irises when his hips falter and he sucks in a sharp breath. His dark hair is thoroughly drenched, and water drips down his face in little rivulets that you trace with your fingers just before you draw him to your lips.
You feel his small moan vibrate on your lips, and that’s enough. Your legs spasm, and your orgasm suddenly snaps within you like a rubber band, every muscle in your core tightening down on his cock as you see a burst of white behind your closed eyelids. It snuck up on you just as much as it did him.
“Holy fuck-” Adrian loudly gasps against your lips with a startled jolt of his hips, his full weight crushing you up against the wall. His nose nuzzles yours, so intimate in a way that you hadn’t expected from him, and with a few shuddering huffs of breath you feel him come with a rush of warmth deep inside you.
You’re floating somewhere above awareness when he slouches forward, his forehead resting against yours and his eyes closed as he takes deep, steadying breaths. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s just holding you, with his fingers digging into your thighs like he’s just trying to ground himself in your body.
You raise a shaking hand to smooth his wet hair back from his face. “Earth to Adrian. You still with me, babe?”
He grumbles something entirely non-coherent directly in front of your face, and blinks his eyes groggily open at you.
“The alcohol’s catching up with you, huh?”
He nods.
“Guess I’m washing your back, anyways. C’mon.” You wiggle out of his grip, and you’re only too thankful that you’re smushed up against the shower wall, or else you may have easily slipped and ate shit on the tile. The alcohol is fucking with your head quite a bit now, too, and your movements are a little jerky and uncoordinated as you try to help him get cleaned up.
He’s uncharacteristically quiet. The rest of the shower takes place in complete silence, actually, with the exception of the little grunt he makes when you urge him to bend down so you can get his hair for him. You catch him looking a little dazed as you turn off the water, and he gives you an unfocused stare when you toss a towel at him. You wonder if you actually succeeded in frying the guy’s brains just by fucking him.
But then, back in the room as you clumsily dig through your bag to pull out a night shirt and a pair of underwear, Adrian shuffles directly to his bed and tosses his towel aside before clambouring into it, bare ass to the wind. He flops down face first, and shoves his feet under the turned down comforter.
“Adrian… what are you doing?” You say for what feels like the millionth time this evening.
“‘M going to bed,” he drawls into the pillow. His entire body shakes as he hiccups, and then turns his head to the side to look up at you with his big green doe-eyes that make your heart do a somersault in your ribcage. “You should tooootally join me. There’s-” hiccup- “lotsa room. We could go again.”
You blink at him as you semi-stagger, semi-walk toward the bed, stooping to pick up pieces of his uniform strewn across the floor as he had, presumably, just ripped everything off as he made his way to the bathroom. “Mm, no, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Uh, you said it was a great idea,” he argues as you toss his clothes into a pile at the end of the bed.
“That was before the whisky kicked in and we were both staggering… fuckin… drunk-” you accidentally whack your foot against the corner of the bed and bite your lip as you fight not to crumble to the floor. “One of us has to be responsible.”
“I’m-” hiccup- “responstable.”
“Uh-huh.” You stop as your eyes land on the mostly empty Jim Beam bottle on the bedside table. You’re almost positive it had been at least quarter full when you left him to go take a shower. “Adrian, did you drink all that?”
He blinks his eyes open and follows your pointing finger to the bottle. “Oh, yeah. Hhhuuuhh… had to… I lost the cap so we can’t keep it.” When you march forward to snatch it off the table, he grunts dismissively. “Gotta… get rid of it.”
“Guess that’s why you’re worse off than me.” You shake your head and drop the entire bottle into the trash bin. “Aren’t you gonna put something on to sleep in?”
“I don’t have anything.”
You snap your head towards his sprawling, naked form. Your eyes linger on his ass for way too long. “You didn’t bring a single thing to wear?”
“Why… why would I bring a change of clothes to kill bad guys?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know! Anonymity!”
He grumbles into the pillow, “I have a mask.”
“Fuck the mask. You can’t sleep in the mask.”
“Sure I can. I fuck in the mask, I can sleep in it. S’a free country.”
You blink, your eyes flicking between Adrian and the mask on the table. “Dude, you fuck in that thing?”
“Hell yeah I do. I could fuck you in the mask. Could do it right now. Go get the mask.” Despite the conviction of his words, he’s slurring them, and his face is still pressed into his pillow as he lies motionless on the bed.
“I… don’t think that’s gonna happen tonight.” You sigh as you toe forward and grab the end of his comforter, drawing it up over his body. “We’re both way too drunk. We probably… probably shouldn’t have…”
Adrian flops over to look up at you as you, essentially, tuck him in. There’s a note of hurt in his voice when he mumbles, “You regret it?”
You pause, staring down at his expression of confusion and betrayal. Do you regret it? You can’t deny that you hadn’t been hesitant to have sex with him for a litany of reasons- one being that you work with him, and another being that he’s a loose cannon on the best of days. Not exactly relationship material, you think.
Or, you thought, but now he’s gazing up at you with these wide, dumbfounded eyes, and you’re tucking the comforter up beneath his chin, and he turns his face down and kisses your knuckle even though he looks mildly hurt. And yes, you liked the sex very much. You liked it so much that you can’t trust yourself not to do it again if you don’t shuffle off to your own bed immediately.
“No,” you tell him firmly, combing your fingers through his wet hair as you draw back. “I don’t regret it, but I think we both need to sleep this off.”
“Okay,” Adrian says quietly, his expression relaxing, but his arms come out from under the comforter and he reaches for you with grabby-hands. “Sleep with me?”
You catch one of his hands and give it a gentle squeeze. “G’night, Adrian.”
You hear him sigh in disappointment when you shut off the bedside lamp. His hands audibly plop down onto the mattress as he rasps, “Night.”
You wake from a dreamless sleep sometime in the early hours of the morning, and your throat is bone dry. Smacking at the nightstand a couple times, your phone manages to illuminate and tell you that the time is only 1:30.
You blink sleep away from your eyes and try to see through the dark as you stumble into the combination vanity, closet, and kitchenette. You knew you brought a water bottle or two, it can’t be that hard to find-
“Hey, what’cha doing?”
You hardly even startle at this point. You’re slowly becoming acclimated to the idea that Adrian is just constantly awake and witness to your every move, which isn’t as disconcerting to you as one might think. “I’m looking for the water. Did you see where I put it?”
“Uhhhhh mini-fridge?”
You reach blindly under the counter and yank the little fridge open, once again smacking around until your hand lands on the shape of a water bottle. “You want some?”
“Yeah, you could spit it into my open mouth-”
“Adrian.”
“What? It would be fucking sexy.” Adrian grunts, and the light clicks on from the main room. Then, he wolf-whistles just before you straighten up from where he’d caught you, bent over in front of the fridge. “Y’know, I was right. You have a really great ass.”
You grumble a half-hearted thanks under your breath as you approach his bedside and thrust a water bottle at him. “I see you’ve sobered up a bit.”
He waves a hand at you dismissively. “Pshh, I wasn’t that drunk.”
“You were drooling all over your pillow.”
“Maybe I always do that.”
“Yeah, okay.” There’s a long pause, wherein you perch on the edge of your mattress and chug an obscene amount of water. Adrian watches your throat work until he, too, succumbs and lifts his bottle to his lips.
An uncomfortably heavy silence settles between you two, only permeated by the quiet sipping of water and the cheap motel AC unit kicking in. It’s entirely unlike him to be silent and still for more than a couple of seconds, but he’s just sitting there looking despondent and running a hand back and forth over the white comforter, periodically lifting his bottle to take another drink. He doesn’t even really look tired, and you wonder if he ever got to sleep in the first place.
You know that the tension in the air is so thick because you have yet to address the giant fucking elephant in the room; and to address it is to have the most awkward and intimate conversation you can possibly imagine with Adrian, of all people. As much as you love his sense of humor, the idea of baring your soul to him is almost enough to have you running into the bathroom again, and locking the damn door this time.
But, in true Adrian fashion (because damn it all to hell if he ever lets something be), he beats you to the punch. “So, are you? Sober now, I mean.”
You chew your lip again, and reopen the gash you’d put there before. “Yeah. I am.”
He nods, pursing his lips as he looks down at his lap. He was right, his hair does dry… well, not weird, but just rather unruly if he goes to bed with it wet. Dark curls stick up at odd angles, a cowlick on the back of his crown standing straight up and begging you to come over and smooth it down. More curls fall across his forehead and nearly touch the top of his glasses. He blinks slowly, and severe shadows from his lashes cross his face in the golden light of the bedside lamp. You snap your gaze away, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.
“So… was that a lie? About just needing to sober up?”
Your thumbs twitch on your bottle. To tell the truth, or to lie? You feel like your mouth just stays dry, no matter how much water you drink. “Look, Adrian, I-”
“Also, I have, like, no pride and a ridiculously thick skull, or- or whatever Peacemaker calls it. So, you don’t have to beat around the bush or anything for my sake, you probably won’t even hurt me-”
“Adrian, I like you too fucking much, don’t you get it?”
That fully shuts him up, and he locks his jaw as he fixes you with a startled look. You suck your bottom lip through your teeth, perturbed at the taste of blood still apparent on it, and dig your heels into the carpet.
“The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You’re… one of my closest friends, all right? But I’m afraid that if we keep going like this, I’m not going to want to be friends anymore. And I think I’ll fall in love with you really quickly, and that might be a really bad idea for both of us. You just…” You shake your head, your voice dipping in volume as you stare bashfully down at your feet, “you have no clue how much I want you all the time, baby.”
“Why would it be a bad idea?” he asks you plainly.
“What?” You pick your eyes up off the floor to squint at him, finding him staring at you challengingly, a flush already on his cheeks.
“I mean, honestly. Name a single reason why it would be a bad idea. Bet’cha can’t.” Adrian throws his empty water bottle across the room, and it makes a gentle tap against the side of the television before skittering to the floor. “I think we’d fuck like rabbits and then I’d wake up every morning and make you pancakes, because I’m really fucking good at those, but you’d have to make the eggs because I always burn them. And I think we’d kick ass together as a cool superhero power couple, and I’d carry your gun for you if you got tired, and I could show you where all my hidden knives are. And you could also do anything you wanted to me, like any time, and I’d be totally fine with it and probably also turned on by it, as long as you call me baby like you just did.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m super hard right now. Probably should’ve warned you, I have a thing about that-”
“No, smartass, I mean are you serious about the other stuff?” You tilt your head at him. “I never really took you for the domestic sort.”
“Tsch- yeah! I’m, like, super domestic. I’m like one of those domestic...ated... cats?” He trails off as you step forward and crawl onto his bed, up his legs to straddle his lap.
“Cats?” you repeat with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m… I…” Adrian’s eyes flick across your face, down to your shirt and bare thighs on either side of his, your knees pressing the comforter taut across his lap and (very prominent) erection. “I don’t know, I have trouble thinking when you’re on top of me-”
Nodding, you reach forward and take his glasses by the wire earpieces, and pull them from his face. He goes stock still, his lips parted in awe as you slide them onto your own face, and give him a sweet smile. “I like your glasses. They look good on you.”
“They look good on you.” His voice cracks. “Can you see in them?”
You blink at him, and then turn your head to look across the room. “A lot better than I thought I would. I think our prescriptions are similar.”
“That means you can also wear my mask.”
You look back at him, and find that he has his million-mile stare on, like he’s completely lost in thought. You smirk. “Do you want me to wear the mask?”
He blinks, and it’s like you’ve flipped a switch and turned his focus back on. “Uh… no. I mean, yes. Maybe later. I want to look at you.” His eyelashes flutter so fast you think he might take flight for a second. “You’re so fucking beautiful I could stare at you all day.”
“You can touch me, too. Don’t be shy.”
He practically vibrates with anticipation as his palms glide up your thighs, hot and big and just a bit rough. His eyes are everywhere at once; your lips, your eyes, your chest, your thighs, where your hips disappear under your oversized shirt. His fingers catch the hem, and he curls it between them.
“You should totally get naked, too. It’s super unfair that I’m the only one naked right now,” he says breathlessly, nodding the whole time like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you.
“So, do it.” You shrug, trailing a finger up his chest. “Take it off, baby.”
Adrian fists the hem of your shirt and rips it in half up the middle with a loud tear. You gasp, shivering as the garment falls from your shoulders and leaves you in just your panties. “Adrian!”
His eyes are trained on your tits. “What? It’s not like you need it tonight, anyways, and tomorrow we’ll be home…”
“What if that was my only shirt?” you retort.
He looks up at you. “Was it?”
“Well, no-”
“Then there’s your answer. Now, can I go down on you? Because I’ve wanted to for a really long time and I think it’s super hot that you’re wearing my glasses so it’s like I’m watching myself eat your pussy.”
He has such a hopeful expression on his face that you have to hold in a manic string of laughter as you nod at him. “Yeah, sure. Are you going to tear up my underwear, too?”
“No, I wanna keep those.”
“That makes perfect sense.” You shake your head before you kiss him deeply, and his tongue dips into your mouth as he rolls over with you, briefly getting tangled in the sheets before he roughly kicks them off.
You run your fingers through his hair, snickering as he climbs between your legs and his hands deftly tug your panties down. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Depends on how incriminating it is.”
“I’ve never come from someone eating me out before,” you admit quietly, a blush furiously heating your cheeks until you fear that if you touch your face you might burn yourself.
Adrian fixes you with a deadpan stare, and a slew of emotions cross his face before he lands on something relatively serene and says, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
He nods and grins, like this is the most casual conversation in the world, and his green eyes bore into yours. “Yeah. You should probably, uh… hold on, though.”
You frown in confusion. “To what?”
He rocks back on his knees, picking up your arms by the wrists, and he very simply places your hands on his head, with a little smile that conveys, ‘it’s no big deal,’ but the tenderness with which he does it sends another message, altogether. Your fingers weave between soft, unruly curls, your fingernails digging in just a bit when he lowers himself down between your thighs, and you come to the conclusion that this is just how he is. Tenderness, closeness, hidden behind casual sighs and dismissive shrugs.
You’re learning. Slowly.
His breath finds you before his lips do, where you’re wet and swollen and slippery like you haven’t been touched in your fucking life. But he has once already, and still his mouth feels like a searing hot brand between your legs. In fact, you nearly jump out of your skin at the first brush of his tongue through your folds, your hands tightening on his hair and tugging as you buck your hips up against him.
Adrian grasps your hips and slams them down against the mattress. Sometimes you forget how fucking strong he is. His slight frame really doesn’t give justice to the force behind those lean muscles, because he holds you in an iron grip that you can hardly wiggle out of. It makes you feel small, in a way, that he holds you hostage to his tongue and won’t let you move away from or towards him.
A long, miserable whine rips out of your lips before you can stop it, and you could blush at how pathetic it sounds, except that Adrian mimics it with a groan against your cunt. Your head is flung back against the pillows, but when you just barely tilt up to glance down at him, you find his green eyes trained directly on you. They start off wide as moons, and then narrow like he’s challenging you to look away as he drags the flat expanse of his tongue slowly over your clit, curling the tip just as it skims the mark.
“Oh, fuck you, Adrian, you’re so fucking good,” you grit out through clenched teeth. Your nails dig into his scalp and he shudders, briefly nuzzling his head up into your touch before he dips down to give you his tongue again. Your breath hitches, and your eyes flutter shut when he sucks on your clit long and hard. “So… s-so good… good boy…”
The moan that Adrian makes is overtly pornographic, and his hips snap once against the mattress so hard that the bed shakes beneath you. He breaks away from you to rest his forehead against your thigh, squeezing your hips tightly in his hold as his hot breath billows across your sweat-damp skin.
You loosen your fingers in his hair to stroke it softly, subconsciously struggling to flatten the cowlick at the back that you’d noticed earlier. Adrian’s eyes are squeezed shut, his shoulders heaving while he tries to steady his breath through his nose. “Did you just come?”
The tips of Adrian’s ears glow pink. He gives you a little nod and then a feeble, “Couldn’t help it.”
So, he can’t just take his praise in stride, he has to react to it with fervor. “That’s really sexy of you,” you blurt out, your voice ragged and just this side of adoring.
He returns with a quiet mmm, rumbling across your skin as he drags his open mouth along the sensitive flesh of your thigh, his eyes drowsily shut. It takes him another moment to catch his breath, but once he does, he’s right back at it again. Dipping his head down and absolutely going for it with no signs of letting up, and you have to suck in a deep stream of air and scramble for a hold on him somehow.
“Oh- oh my fuckin-g god-” your voice comes out without thinking, wrung thin and anguished, as your foot plants itself in his shoulder. Adrian simply grunts, paying no mind to the fact that you’re effectively kicking the living shit out of him as he sucks so hard on your clit that you threaten to break his vise-hold on your hips.
He was right that you needed something to hold onto, because you feel like you might leave the ground. He works at you relentlessly, devouring you with his lips and tongue and teeth like he can’t get enough of you, his fingertips pressing so hard into your hips that his nails are turning stark white.
“Fuck, you’re so squirmy,” Adrian groans when he pulls away from you for half a second, and struggles to hold you down when you try to chase his mouth. “Should I tie you down?”
“Do you have anything to tie me down with?” you mutter breathlessly toward the ceiling.
A beat. “Nope. Stay still.”
You fight not to jolt as the next touch of his mouth on you. He dips his tongue into your channel, seemingly trying to draw your arousal out of you that way. You start whining when he finally nuzzles his way back up, giving you soft, teasing licks to your clit that edge you closer and closer to the release of the swell of heat you feel building in your core. Your volume turns up a notch when his tongue starts drawing little circles around the swollen flesh.
And when his lips come down to latch onto it and gently suck, you know you’re just shy of howling. His soft groans vibrate onto your skin as you scratch at his head and pull on his hair, and you eventually find yourself babbling, “Adrian, please, I’m gonna come, please pleasepleaseplease-”
He sucks harder, moaning like it turns him on just to hear you say it. You heave a few rapid breaths, and then come against his face with a cry that crackles and breaks in your throat as your head arches back, baring your neck forward. Your heels digging into his back, hands scratching, hips flailing like you can somehow escape the barrage of hypersensitivity he’s putting you through.
You really fucking hope no one is in the room next to yours.
His fingertips stick to your skin once he releases his grip on you. He’s practically glowing, grinning from ear to ear at you from between your legs, and it’s a better image than you had imagined.
You drop your head back with a breathless chuckle. “Okay, Mr. ‘I Have No Pride.’”
“I made you come,” he chirps happily.
“Yeah, you did. It was really good, too.”
“So, why didn’t anyone else?” Adrian pushes his head toward your touch when you stroke your hand gently through his hair.
“I dunno. They weren’t applying themselves, I guess.”
“That’s stupid. You’re, like, the hottest person ever. Hotter than Doja Cat,” he grumbles petulantly, and you can tell by the look in his eye that he’s dead serious. “Want me to kill them? I should kill them.”
“No.” You trail your fingers down the curve of his face, going for his chin, but he turns his face and sucks your two fingers into his mouth before you can manage it. You stop dead as the pad of his tongue swirls around the digits, and he blinks up at you innocently, despite the lewd connotations of the act. “N-no, I… hhhhh… you’re distracting me.”
He bats his eyes at you, and he slowly pulls back along your fingers until they pop out of his mouth, covered in saliva. “How am I distracting you?”
“You’re- you… you little shit.” You grab him by the chin and draw him up from between your legs. He clumsily crawls up the length of your torso with his cheeks smushed between your fingers as you hiss, “I’m going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you, I swear to god.”
“You know, that sounds slightly menacing when you say it like that,” he slurs, his jaw working against your hold.
“On your back, Chase.”
He grabs you before you can protest, and rolls back over so that you plop down on top of him, your hand still jammed up against his jaw. A blast of air comes out of your lungs in lieu of laughter, and Adrian snorts, shuffling his hips so that he moves back against the pillows.
“Okay, look, I really really really like you,” he says as you pick yourself up, straddling his lap, “but if you’re too good at this I might accidentally fall in love with you. Just to let you know what you’re getting into here.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, and I think I might actually, um, ask you to move in with me, like, immediately. Like tomorrow. Do you rent or own? Doesn’t matter, I can put your name on the lease. Maybe if you own a house it can be income property-”
You cast your eyes down and find him, remarkably, hard and leaking precum as he continues babbling about living situations. You tilt your head, letting him get his stream of consciousness out there in the open, as your eyes catch on a dark wad of fabric beside his pillow. Your underwear, which he’d gingerly set aside instead of tossing across the room like you thought he would.
“Hm, Adrian?”
He blinks up at you, his eyes wide and dilated. “Yeah?”
You pick up the wadded up underwear. “You wanted to keep these, right?”
He licks his lips. “Um. Yes.”
“Hold them for me, then.” You grab his jaw and stuff them in his mouth, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he makes a noise of protest, but then actually moans when, presumably, he tastes you on them. “You’re so fucking cute, I haven’t even tied you up. You just want my taste in your mouth, huh?” He nods. “Yeah. Pretty boy.”
He predictably moans again, his hands grasping at every part of you they can reach; your arms, your breasts, the expanse of his palms gliding down the curve of your waist and settling on your thighs. You grab one, lifting it and settling his palm against your throat.
“Hold this for me, too?” You ask him sweetly, giving his bewildered expression a devilish smirk in return. You rock forward, sliding your dripping pussy along his erection, and his hand tightens on your throat just a bit. “That’s it.”
You pick your hips up, reaching between your legs to position him where you want him, and when you sink down onto his cock, the underwear in his mouth does nothing to muffle the obscene groan that he makes. His hand flexes on your throat, and his eyes close and open a few times as he tries to maintain a certain amount of control. Something tells you that he’s not really used to taking it lying down.
You’re already decently sore from the way he effectively fucked your brains out in the shower. This is just ensuring that you’re going to be feeling it for the rest of the week, but you can’t help yourself. You take him in all the way, making agonized noises the entire time, and then jolt your hips down a little more so you can feel him bottom out.
“Fucking hell, baby, you’re something else,” you snarl down at him, and his eyes go wide again as you squeeze him, every bit of your aching strength bearing down onto his cock until he whines loudly through the fabric and his fingers tighten on the sides of your throat. “Oh, god, I could ruin you. You could ruin me. I want you to, it would be so easy for you, I wouldn’t even be able to walk in the morning.”
And you’re moving, picking up your hips and letting them fall back down in slow, deep strokes that have him writhing, his free hand in a death grip on your thigh. You raise your hand to press against the back of his on your throat, your fingers weaving in between his, and he flexes them back a bit to make room.
Even when he’s gagged, he’s noisy. Keening and grunting at you, his jaw tightening every once in a while and the tendons of his neck jumping out at you when your hips meet his. Dark curls hang down his forehead, damp with sweat, and you can’t help but feel like the shower was useless.
No, not useless. It brought you here.
Adrian bucks his hips up suddenly, meeting you halfway when you take a particularly long time on the downstroke. You gasp, tightening your hand on his, and your nails dig into his chest.
“Oh, you want me to ruin you, don’t you?” You murmur at him, baiting him to do it again. And he does, just like you hoped he would. You pick up the pace in retaliation, letting the lewd sounds of your skin hitting his fill the room. “Silly boy, I knew you would.”
He whimpers, blinking up at you slowly, his face screwing up and tightening in earnest when you rake your nails up and down his chest. He makes a couple pathetic, weak groans in the back of his throat like he wants to convey something to you, but he’s not reaching up to remove your underwear from his mouth.
(You wonder if he even remembers that he can.)
“You gonna come for me?” you ask as his whimpers increase in volume. His cock is so hard, twitching and dragging thick inside you, and his chest jumps with every desperate, ragged breath he takes. “Yeah, you are. Go on, baby, make a mess.”
Adrian gives you a curt shake of his head, and paws at your thigh for a second before his hand slides forward, and his thumb touches your clit.
“Oh fuck, Adrian-” you lurch forward, pressing your throat hard against his palm, your legs seizing up on either side of his hips. He makes you come again with a single fucking touch, and it burns through your core like fire, almost more satisfying than the first because you’re able to feel him inside you this time, something warm and hard and thick to come on.
Apparently, that was all he needed in order to let go. His back arches a bit as he jerks his hips up into yours, and he fills your pulsing cunt until his shallow breaths rattle in his throat, his eyes squeezed so tight that you see a tear collecting in the corner of one. He lays with his head driven back hard into the pillow, whimpering and whining like he’s been mortally wounded.
Too sore to move just yet, you pull his hand away from your throat and kiss his palm. Adrian’s eyes flutter open, and he finds you with a glazed-over stare, like he might either see you or see through you. Still letting out soft whimpers with each harsh exhale.
“Oh. Sweetheart,” you giggle, and reach forward to pull the wad of underwear from his mouth. It comes out with a long string of his spit attached to it, and you give him a cheeky smirk as you break the string with your finger and lick it off, rather than wiping it on your skin.
“You… you’re…” You swear his eyes nearly roll back in his skull before he closes them, trying to collect himself. He takes a deep, long breath, and then splutters, “Willyoumarrymeactually?”
You give him your biggest, goofiest grin, a little bubble of laughter wedging itself deep in your chest. “Get a little more whisky in me, and we’ll see what bright ideas I have then.”
“Okay.”
You lift yourself off of his softening cock, and the release comes with a dribble of his cum sliding down your thigh. He groans, but with one look at him you know that there’s not going to be any more action for the rest of the night.
You shift to the left, and his hand smacks down onto your thigh. “Mmmm no, you sleep with me.”
“Yeah, obviously. But you came all over the sheets earlier, genius.”
“Oh.”
He takes a deep breath in and opens his eyes in time to see you taking his glasses off. You blink a few times, your eyes having adjusted to the slight difference in your prescriptions, and refocus on his face to find him gazing up at you adoringly.
“I’m gonna take a guess and say you don’t sleep in these, too?” You wiggle the glasses at him.
He licks his lips. “No, not… not usually.”
You set the glasses on the bedside table, and then slowly slide off of him, off the bed and onto shaky legs. You take his hand and tug just a bit. “C’mon, pretty. Into my bed.”
He follows your lead without a fuss, making the two step journey to the other bed and plopping down face-first.
“D’you wanna get pancakes when we wake up?” he asks around a yawn as you nudge his ass, prodding him to scoot over.
You nod furiously, even though you know he can’t see you as you switch the light off and climb in beside him, curling up against his warm back. “Pancakes sound fucking delicious.”
summary ; there’s a first time for everything — rejection, heartbreak, kissing, humping your friend…you know, the usual.
warnings ; SMUT,, p in v, virginity loss, reader has lady parts, dry humping, swearing, rodrick’s the loser we all know he (not so) secretly is, sorta sub!virgin!rodrick, virgin!reader
a/n ; never posted smut on anything before so…🔥🔥 i like to imagine reader is plus sized and gothic but yk whatever u wanna imagine her as idgaf, anyway hope y’all like (also experimenting in which perspective i like more so this one’s in first person)
first time we fucked, we were both heartbroken— him over heather, and me over some stupid poser punk boy from school. we laid in his bed together, both sulking and talking to each other about how things could’ve went with our crushes.
we take turn taking hits from rodrick’s sloppily rolled joint. we both decide we shouldn’t get too high, just in case susan arrives home early. we’re not crazy high, but high enough to get those risky, crazy ideas and laugh at stupid things we say to each other. eventually, we end up rolled on our sides facing each other. we don’t say anything, just staring with hooded eyes and silly smiles.
“you know…” i begin to say, scanning my eyes over rodrick’s face, taking in every little detail i see, “you’re pretty cute, i guess. i’ve never noticed before until now…” he chuckles, “yeah, i guess you’re pretty cute too, y/n…”
i lick my bottom lip, deep in a certain thought. roderick mimics my action, watching me. i take a deep breath before uttering out, “maybe…”
“maybe, what?” he asks curiously. i hesitate, but continue nonetheless, “maybe, we don’t have to be, um, lonely…in that way…like, i mean…” “what do you mean?” his questioning is innocent, almost like he wouldn’t dare jump to perverted thoughts like he’d usually do because we’re such close friends…
“well, you know…i’m a girl, you’re a boy…” i trail off. my once avoiding eyes are now back on his, staring right into his dark irises. i hear him swallow, he seems to understand what i’m implying this time. he bites him lip, and now i’m the one mimicking him. he nods in slow motion, it seems like. he whispers a borderline silent, “okay.”
i, very, very, slowly push myself up onto my elbow. i gauge his reaction with every small movement.
in all my time of knowing rodrick, he’s never really been with a girl. he’s never kissed a girl, or even held hands with a girl in a romantic fashion. i, on the other hand, has been with two guys. none were very serious, just casual flings— sharing nothing more than a few kisses. he likes to talk big game, especially to greg, and act all confident and flirtatious. in reality, when me and him are alone and hanging out as friends he wasn’t so cocky. he was actually quite ‘dorky’, similar to his brother, and desperate to impress his peers.
now, i’m hovering over him propped up on my elbow as he lays flat on his back. his lips are parted, and his gaze occasionally wanders down to my own lips. i, slowly and gently, lower my face to his. i hesitate for a brief moment before lightly grazing my lips with his, both of our eyes screwed shut. just for a second, our mouths are just barely touching. he closes the gap completely, pressing his lips against mine with no further movement. i let out a breath i didn’t know i was holding in. i part my lips, kissing him properly and bringing my other hand up to rest on his cheek.
he suddenly gains enough confidence to grab my waist, carefully pulling me closer and closer until i’m pressed up again his warm, lanky body. the kiss is sloppy, but slow and gentle. it’s almost as if we’re trying to be careful with each other, both fearing if we make one wrong move, we’ll mess it all up.
i smile into our open mouthed, breathy kisses. i feel his warmth radiating off of him, it’s addictive. with every touch of his calloused hands to my waist, every breath of his i feel on my face, and graze of his pretty lips against mine, the butterflies slam in my stomach. it gets me hot, doing this with roderick.
when i said i’ve shared a few kisses with a couple guys, i meant awkward, tight lipped, quick ‘let’s get this over with’ kisses; nothing like this.
i lap my tongue into his open mouth. he moans oh so quietly at that simple action, but my tummy does flips and my face heats up like it’s been lit on fire. i lose the little self control i tried to keep. my hands move without a second thought, one to tangle in his dark, messy hair and the other to rest along his jawline. my leg whips around to straddle his hips, pressing down on the poor unexpecting boy. he gasps, which fades into a strained groan. the gentle kissing becomes feverish and needy, lapping my tongue against his desperately. he wraps his long arms around me, forcing my back into an arch; rib cage to rib cage, heart to heart. his hands wander would you expect anything else from rodrick from down to rub my hips, to up to grip my shoulders. our tongues wrestle and invade past the others lips. we share whines and little moans, reveling in each others warmth and need for intimacy. we breath heavily between each kiss, taste buds and mouth covered in each others saliva.
finally, i pull away, but not without roderick attempting to chase my lips. i lick my lips clean of our mixed spit. my chest is heaving and my heart is thumping as i speak, “rodrick?” he hums in acknowledgment. his eyes hooded and gazing at me full of lustful infatuation. i feel his heartbeat drum against mine, his chest pushing against mine with every labored inhale. i let my hands wander down to his chest, balancing myself as i lay meeting his stare. “was that okay?” i whisper. he hums first, nodding his head in shallow shakes. “why wouldn’t it be?” his confused tone makes me smile. i laugh, shaking my head, “i- i don’t know…”
he lifts his head to bring his lips back to mine in a sweet kiss. i trail my kisses to his jaw, then down his neck. i suck and bite softly on the column of his throat, bragging my tongue over each tender bite. he moans lowly, his hands caressing my crop top exposed lower back. his touch leaves a fiery path in its wake. i tug at his black loded diper tee. he gets the memo and i sit up a little in my spot on his hips to allow him to tug it off. as soon as the fabric is thrown to the floor, i let my fingertips feel his smooth chest. they run down past his bellybutton to his little happy trail of dark hair. my thighs clench at the feeling, my hips unintentionally wiggling against him. his eyes snap open and he groans, that’s when i notice his dick is firm under me. i snap my head up to look at his face, his eyes are now screwed shut and his lips are slightly parted.
“oh, shit…” he mumbles under his breath. i have to make a decision now. even though our friendship might be ruined after this little make out we just had, am i willing to ruin it for good by fucking him?
yeah, i think i am.
i can’t ignore the pit of fire nestling between my abdomen and the slightly uncomfortable wetness pooling in my panties. caught up in my thoughts, i didn’t notice rodrick had opened his eyes again and he’s staring right down at where our hips are connected. i decide ‘whatever, fuck it’ and lift my shirt above my head to throw it as fast as i can. my lacy bra exposed to his view. his eyebrows are raised, his cheeks dusted with a pretty pink.
“you can touch me, i want you to.” he nods, i gently grab his wrist bringing to my breast. he inhales sharply, softly kneading it. i whine at the feeling. the look on his face could make me cum alone. his hard on pokes at my thigh. i roll my hips down, my core grazing his through my jeans. he chokes on a moan, “y/n!” i smile down at him and giggle, “what?”, i repeat the action.
“that!”
“do you want me to stop?”
“no! it’s just- oh, fuck-“
“just what?”
now, i’m just taunting him. how could i not? he’s cute when he’s flustered. i plant my hands firmly on his chest, and repeatedly grind my core down on his. he grips my hips tightly, moaning at this new feeling. our moans and groans blend together. i speed up, my head hung as my face is contorted in focus and pleasure. he bucks his hips up, and uses his hold on mine to move me back and forth. i feel like we’re two wild animals, humping each other with such desperation and fervor.
“good- feels so good..” he whines out. yeah, this feels good, but i crave more. i abruptly stop, and he groans in frustration. “y/n?-“ “wait.”
i hurry and roll off him to remove my pants, kicking them off my feet. he sees what i’m doing, and is quick to follow. i stand on my knees next to him on the bed, he observes me ready to mimic whatever action i’m to do next. i hold his gaze and slowing pull my matching lace panties down my legs. a thin string of arousal connects my cunt with my panties as they slide down my thighs. he lays watching me, basically drooling as he sees a part of a girl he’s over ever seen in porno magazines. i hear him utter a holy fuck and a i can’t believe this is happening under his breath.
i remove my bra next, the slightly chilly air from his attic bedroom making my nipples harden. too mesmerized by the sight of my completely naked body, he doesn’t notice me reach over to slip my fingertip under the band of his briefs. he feels my warm hands on his skin, and snaps out of his trance. “oh! yeah, yeah, i’ll-“ he pulls down his black underwear and kicks them off his feet, his hard cock springing out. it’s bright pink tip leaks with pre-cum. i practically drool at the sight. i reach out to graze my fingers over his shaft. he softly moans at the small touch. i lean and kiss up his chest while i run my gentle fingertips over him.
i smile down at him, my face heating up at the fact that this is rodrick. that this isn’t a dream and it’s actually happening. the buzz of our shared high has basically worn off, and the reality of it all hits me. it causes a wave of shyness, my cheeks dusted with the same pink roderick has been collecting on his pretty face.
i push my shyness down, forcing myself to not let my nerves ruin this. i pull roderick to move ontop of me as i lay down on my back. “i want you to lead the way, is that okay?” i question, watching him adjust to hover over me. he nods and gives me a toothy grin, “yeah, totally.”
he takes this time to scan over my body sprawled out underneath him, “you’re really cute, y/n, really pretty…” he leans in to kiss me sweetly as i wrap my legs loosely around his waist. he takes that as a sign to look down and grab his cock, taking a deep breath and lining it up with my entrance. a low groan escaped him as he pushes in. i grip his shoulders tightly, feeling a burning pain. “are you okay?” he asks when he sees the grimace on my face.
“yes, i’m okay, i’m okay. please- please, keep going,” i stutter out. he continues to push his length into me, after a moment he bottoms out. “i-,” he chokes on his words, “im all- all the way in.” he moves from his position from hovering over me, holding his weight with his arms, to completely laying over me. his arms snake around to hold me close to him, and i do the same. slowly, he starts shallowing thrusting into my weeping cunt. the pain is quickly swept away with spikes of pleasure shooting up my body.
“rod- rodrick!” i gasp out, my nails clawing at his back. he speeds up, starting from shallow thrusts to quick slams on his hips into mine. he mumbles out praises and whimpers of my name into the nape of my neck. he fucks into me with fervor, “you’re so fucking tight, ohh my god…”
unwrapping himself from my body, he raises up to watch his cock slam into my hole. drools falls from his open lips. he grips with my hips tight, digging his nails into the plush skin. pressure builds in my lower belly. “i- i think im close, rodrick, please- more, more!”
i reach my hand down the rub my bundle of nerves between us. but before i could start, he pushes my hand out the way to press his thumb against it, moving in small circles. “right there?”
“yes! oh god-“
his breathing becomes labored and the rhythm he had stutters. the pressure building in me snaps and my back arches off the mattress. my lips form an O, a silent scream rips through me along with my orgasm. with two final thrusts he freezes up, joining me in euphoric relief, and his head hangs low with a low drawn out moan. i feel his hot seed paint my inner walls. his chest is glittering with a layer of sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead. after a second or two, he drags his softening cock out of my clamping walls. he watches his cum drip out of my hole, seeing it clamping around nothing but the white liquid escaping.
his gaze takes in my spent body from bottom to top. my breasts rising and falling from the intensity of my orgasm, struggling to catch my breath.
rodrick swears he can see her glowing, like an angel sent from heaven just for him, surrounded by light. how could he not see it before? he feels stupid, what did he see in heather? him and y/n have almost everything in common; our taste in music, our style, among so many other things he couldn’t even think of in this moment.
he falls down onto the bed, making my body bounce a little of the bed. i giggle, and turn my head to look at him. he was one step ahead of me, already looking right at me. he pulls me closer, hugging me tightly. “y/n, i-“
the front door slams. “kids! i’m home!”
it’s susan.
we’re completely naked, there’s a half smoked joint resting on his nightstand, and we have no idea where we threw our clothes.
summary ; rodrick finally gets flat out rejected by heather hills after spending his entire summer trying to impress her. despite y/n’s best efforts to console him, he’s not having it. (fluff + angst? reader and roderick are awkward teenagers ofc)
a/n ; sorta my first fanfic? not really a full fic, more like some thoughts of mine. hope y’all like it tho, 😜 lmk if you want a part two because im totally down to write smut idgaf 😍
warnings ; cursing, angst?, arguing, kissing 😚
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you and rodrick were close friends
rodrick developed a big crush on heather hills right before school let out for summer
he would constantly go out of the way to impress heather, each time failing and embarrassing himself, “rod, it’s okay, heather just hard to impress, you know?… i was impressed, by the way” you would smile and try to laugh it all off with him, trying your best to make him feel better
when rodrick finally got flat out rejected by heather, it caused an argument between you two.
“you know what, y/n? this is all your fault! you- you got between me and heather, you’re the reason she didn’t like me!”
you two are standing in his room, after a particularly embarrassing incident at the pool.
“rodrick, what the fuck are you saying? i didn’t do anything to make heather not like you! it has nothing to do with me!”
“it has everything to do you with you!”
“how?! please, enlighten me because all i’ve done this entire summer was console you each time heather shut you down! each time you embarrassed yourself right in front of her!”
“i- i, uh…”
“that’s what i fucking thought. stop blaming stupid shit like this on me, rodrick, i’m tired of it. i’ve been here for you through all this dumbass heather hills bullshit. have you ever stopped to think how i felt? huh? rodrick, why do you think i approached you that one day in middle school? it wasn’t because you were nice, definitely not. it was because for some reason, i liked you, i liked you a lot. to this day i like you! i’ve stayed your friend even after you do shit like this to me, because i have a giant stupid fat crush on you, you asshole! ugh! fuck you!”
at that point, you were emotional. a tear or two escaping. you walk away, or at least attempt to walk away. roderick grabs your arm, “let go of me, you prick!” you try to yank it away, but he pulls you back.
“y/n, can you stop? stop trying to walk away from me?” “no! i’m done with you!” “y/n, i didn’t even get say anything about-“ “yeah? well, i don’t want you to!”
he continues to pull you toward him, as you try to pull away. you yell profanities at him as he tries to talk to you. “y/n, why didn’t you tell me? if i’d known, i wouldn’t have done any of this stuff to try and get with heather! i wasn’t a dick to you in 7th grade because i had a crush on you too! and- and i, uh, i still do, okay?”
you scoff and shake your head, stopping your attempts to yank yourself away and out the door.
“i’m being serious!”
“no, you aren’t.”
“i am”
“no, you aren’t. you’re just saying this because you’re hurt about heather, and now need a backup plan to get a girl.”
“y/n, no, i’m being dead serious, it’s not like that.” he walks toward you. maybe, he is being serious. you can tell when he’s lying, you’ve seen him lie to his mom millions of times. your eyebrows furrow, looking all over his face, just to make sure he’s not lying straight to your face.
he sighs, “please, believe me.”
he said please. he never uses the word please, only when he’s really trying to be sincere.
you bite your lip. what are you even supposed to do, right now? you want to kiss him, but you’ve had that urge so many times, and each time you’ve ignored it.
despite your nerves almost eating you alive right now, you quickly move to reach your free arm up, grabbing his shoulder and pushing your lips to his.
he drops your arm from his grasp. his lips don’t move against yours, and even though your eyes are tightly shut, you feel his burning into you.
oh. you remember he’s never kissed anyone. you pull away immediately. when you open your eyes, his are wide and staring right at you. you think he realizes why you pulled away. he attempts to play it cool, per usual.
“um, yeah, that was cool.” he avoids eye contact. scratching his neck, and nodding his head. his face heats up and he turns his head away, occasionally darting his eyes to look at you. “totally cool…”
you sigh, watching his movements. was that the wrong thing to do?
“i, um, im sorry, that was sudden…”
rodrick realizes you might regret it, what if you never want to kiss him again? what then? he’s really going to look like an asshole.
“what? no! no, it was cool, really! um, maybe, we can do it again? sometime? i guess…” he forces out a casual laugh at the end, even though he’s slightly panicking on the inside, fearing he looks like a total loser (past his “cool punk rock” persona he has going on, we all know kind of is LOL).
you raise your eyebrows, trying to mimic this whole ‘if you’re cool, i’m cool’ thing rodrick is doing. “yeah, well…i’m free, right now…if you wanna…” you smile mischievously at him, gauging his reaction closely.
he nods frantically, and you laugh at his wide eyed expression. you quickly close the gap between you two, grabbing the sides of his face with both hands and kissing him urgently. his hands find your waist and snake around to hold you close. he kisses you back with a same urgent neediness.
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