summary: indulging in animal planet with your partner (fluff)
mouthing the words to an article you’re reading on your phone, your right hand is nestled into adrian’s hair as he lays back in between your thighs, the back of his head set just atop you lower stomach, his sights focused on the tv scoping a scene of an orca family. absolutely enamored by the aquatic lifeforms, he is quiet, taking in the information given by the narrator.
“they’re like elephants,” adrian mutters, arching his back to try and look at you. “they have the grandma, her babies and her babies’ babies. one big old group travelin’ around. i like that, y’know. family protecting each other—how it should be.”
you look at him and smile, lowering your hand to caress his cheek. “which one would you rather be, elephant or killer whale?”
holding your palm against his cheek, adrian nuzzles into it. he hums as he thinks. “uh, the one with ‘killer’ in its name. duh, babe. fierce water animals from what i can tell.” he sets his sights back on the tv, his grasp still on you.
you huff softly with humor, rubbing your thumb up and down the apple of his cheek. “very fierce.” then you focus back on the article on your phone, finding the place where you left off.
the narrator goes on to speak on the mating routines of the orcas, your sporadic routine of watching animal documentaries daily before meeting adrian bringing you to know the path of this particular group documented.
“they just found another group of orcas,” adrian says to you, his announcements making sure you know what’s going on. “they have a baby in that one. so tiny compared to the others.” he smiles and then leans to the side where he’s holding your hand, your right inner thigh finding his focus for a moment.
adrian’s lips skim the surface, making you twitch, tickled by the feeling. then kisses are laid out across your warm, dark brown skin, his nose simultaneously brushing along where his touches come. just as his teeth bare to ensue a gentle nip, the narrator catches his attention when the music from the film turns soft to a rougher composition to accompany the scene and explanation.
you side-eye the tv as well, lips downturning at the mother orca’s plan for her son to mate with another killer whale in the group they’ve approached. “damn…”
“woah. that’s kinda fucked up,” adrian mutters, watching the son and mother isolate the opposing clan’s infant and making sure it can’t go up for air. “actually, super fucked up. babe, they’re gonna kill the baby.” he looks at you again, a bit horrified.
“i’m watchin’…” you say quietly, meeting his gaze and feigning a small pout. “poor baby.”
“you know, if that was me and you, i wouldn’t kill the baby. i’d be a good step-papa.” he turns fully on his frontside, his hands crawling up from the side of your thick thighs to clutch your waist, rubbing your skin through your shirt. “the best actually.”
after fixing his glass for him, you chuckle. “i bet. this what happens when we apply human morals to animals though—even if we mimic each other a lot. like that time you got mad that male black bear fought the mama to get to her kids; that’s just their mindset in the wild.”
“fuck that.” adrian has an offended look on his face from the re-emerged idea. “like, you want to mate and then abandon your family after, so the same thing can happen to the kids you literally killed to have.” he moves up slightly, his chest nestling into your pelvis. “if i were—”
“the bear you’d be a great step-papa,” you finish for him, brushing his hair back, the tips of your fingers massaging his scalp gently. “and we’d be a happy little bear family.”
adrian stares at you adoringly, his face warming, a red tint spreading on his cheeks and ears following when his mind concocts a scenario of your words, animal personas dismissed. he has a small smile that he hides as he lets his face burrow into your pudgy, lower torso.
includes: smoking weed (first-timer!adrian), newish relationship, sub!adrian, confident!reader, ain't nothing dry about this humping, making out while high, cum in clothing, etc
“if there’s this much cocaine, where’s the weed?” you scrunch your lips at the piles of drugs, looking around the area. for the first time, you are let into your partner’s workspace, noticing a missing component despite the very evident display of harbored drugs from missions.
the final touches done to cleaning his gun, adrian straightens up on the stool, his right middle knuckle pushing his glasses up his nose. “don’t poke around. this is serious stuff, babe.” he looks back at you, brows furrowed slightly, making sure you’re being careful.
“you keep schedule two drugs in your house and you’re far from bein’ a place where that’s legal, this is serious for you. i’m simply a guest looking through a damn cache.” you meet his gaze, deliberately poking at a thick encasement of cocaine. “my plug is on vacation and i swear every dispensary in this town thinks they’re hot shit. expensive as fuck.”
adrian hears your complaint and relents immediately, leaving the disassembled gun and rag on the desk before getting down from the stool and coming over to you. he gently pats your finger away from the coke, bringing his hand to your hip to guide you to a storage closet. a recent reordering having been done to the basement, adrian separated the different types of drugs and put them away, still in the process of doing so.
“all cannabis is stored in here.” adrian pats the metal locker. he looks over at you, realization late to come. “wait, you wanna use it?”
eyes quite literally scintillating, your delight is evident. “well, yeah. why do you think i asked and explained my woes?”
with a firm shake of his head, adrian’s denying hums solidify his decision. “mm-mm. not allowed, babe. these drugs are from scums—i don’t want you inhaling that scum essence. that would fucking suck.”
using the same template you used to convince him to dip into the funds he’s collected from his escapades, you say, “but it’s been sitting here with your good, scum-less essence. and now mine. unless you think our auras suck ass and can’t outdo some assholes’.”
offended for you, adrian’s mouth drops open and he gasps. “woah. no way.” he puts his hands on your shoulders. “our auras fucking rock. especially yours.” he glances down at your lips, sidetracked in an instant. “…can we kiss?”
you laugh through your nose softly then nod, watching adrian close his eyes and pucker, his fingers squeezing your shoulders lightly. a quick meeting of your lips is enough for him, a smile stretching across as he pulls back after a few seconds, smoothing his lips together after your balm transferred over.
“ooh. i like this one. what is it, strawberry and…coconut?” he leans into your mouth again and sniffs lightly, the antic halted when he feels your hands on his chest and hears your surprised snicker. “did i get it wrong?”
“why not just smell your own lips?” you question, humored by his lost expression.
“that was my second option.”
you bow your head and chuckle, looking back at him while tapping your index finger on his chest. then you motion your head to the storage locker. “you gonna open this up for me?”
adrian’s hands fly to the combination lock, your convincing having worked on him. the short and simple kiss still on his mind, a blush has worked its way to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. just a month into this relationship and timid touches and kisses still make up part of the intimacy, both of you fairly new at connecting with another in this manner. you lead, in a way, socialization a bit different for you growing up.
the storage finally unlocked, adrian grabs a thick pack of marijuana and holds it close, his index finger raised to accompany the words he’s about to say, “don’t get too excited. we have to check if it’s laced.”
“do you know what laced weed looks like, adrian?”
he nods firmly, the curls in his hair bouncing a bit with the movement. “duh. did my research when i found out you partake. i’ve checked yours like a million times. y’know, before your friend got to deliver ‘em to you.”
you blink, neck jerking back slightly. “you’ve met staeci?”
“uh, yeah. anything could be laced, even food. that’s why i think i’m in most of the food delivery pictures that get sent to you.” he taps his temple. “gotta stay alert.”
waving both your hands, you get the topic back to your plug. “so, what, you interrogated them?”
adrian walks over to his desk and sets the package down. “interrogate is kinda rough, so no. but i did take a look at what you were getting and sifted through the batch a bit. staeci’s nice, supporting their family, nothing nasty up their sleeves. i can get with that.” he opens up the pack and brings his desk lamp closer, heightening the brightness before pulling the magnifying device into view and setting it into place.
you make a face, following him and standing behind his seated figure, looking over his shoulder. “you still don’t know what laced weed looks like, because staeci’s a damn angel. i do though.”
adrian abandons his study of the marijuana, locked into the unspoken information as he turns to you. “oh… who gave you something fucked up?” that look in his eyes creeps in and he becomes tense. “just need a name—first and last.”
“different town. different time. but if it helps, some friends and i took care of all that.” you cross your arms. “a metal bat here, some broken bones there. he got what he deserved.”
he perks up, smile lines indenting as he grins and flushes, leaning into your presence. “you killed that son of a bitch?”
“hospitalized for a few months.”
“nice.” he still feels a sense of justice needed for you regardless. “i could finish the motherfucker off for you. make sure he doesn’t do it to anyone again.
reaching out, you caress his chin. “don’t need you infiltrating a damn prison for that piece of shit. it’s taken care of, trust.”
his phantom tail wagging, adrian indulges in the feel of you for a moment until you pull away, and even then, his own hand touches where you just grazed him, his skin tingling. he has the scene of you bashing the culprit’s body in piece by piece, arousal stirring at the idea. then he clears his throat and returns to analyzing the weed.
once he gets a quarter through, he affirms, “looking good so far, just let me check the rest—”
“we can just smoke what’s good to go then.” you reach around and take a nug then another. “thank you,” is your singsong response.
“‘we’ meaning what?” he follows your strut to the couch, trailing you by a few seconds. “i-i’ve never smoked before.”
you sit on the semi-plush cushions and pluck the needed items out of your bag to get a modest joint rolled. “that was just a suggestion. you don’t have to.”
“i didn’t say i didn’t want to, i just said i never have.” adrian sits by you, his hands in his lap. he studies your process, inching closer with each minute that passes. “what are you doing now?” he mumbles, seeing you take out an opaque, small piece of paper.
“rolling it,” you respond, noticing his close observation. “take some and then pack it inside. kinda shake it to get some near the filter so it’s not all limp. i usually have a little pipe, but i didn’t want to have all that ruckus going on in my bag and have it break. a beautiful pre-roll never hurt anyone.”
“how is it a pre-roll if you’re rolling it?”
“because it already had the filter and shape, i just packed it with this lovely greenery.” you twist the end of the joint. “i feel like i’ve inhaled more things than i want to down here. can we go into your backyard?”
adrian stands and holds out his hand, his smile growing when you grasp on. “kiss?”
you take a hold of him and let out a surprised noise when he hoists you up. leaning in and gingerly putting your lips to his, his grip secure in yours. a surge of confidence striking through you, you hold your lips against his for a second more than usual, tilting your head and ensuing a depth to the intimacy unknown to both you and him. even so, it’s you who backs up first, dark brown skin prickling and warm.
adrian stares at you, bluish-green eyes wide, taking in what just happened. he follows your departure from him, swallowing dryly. “b-backyard, right. um…this way.” his body is rigid as he makes his way out of the basement, hand tight around yours. “did you mean to like…kiss me like that?” he opens the door for you, sight stuck on you as you walk through the threshold, throwing him a look at the inquiry.
“kiss you like what?”
he shies away from the subject quickly. “n-nothing.” he thanks the universe his mom’s gone, her interactions with you usually going on longer than he’d like with your innate politeness battling the trauma he has yet to tell you about. “do we need anything? i-i could get us bottles of water, maybe some snacks.”
your index finger massages the back of his thumb gently. “water’s fine. save the snacks for later.”
once the two of you reach the top of the stairs, adrian reluctantly lets go of your hand to jog to the kitchen and grab some water bottles, taking out about four of them. then he hurries back to you, looking you up and down as you face away, examining the decorations in the hall. you cock your hips to the right, studying the picture in front of you, a smile on your lips seeing adrian’s toddler picture.
“those big ass glasses and your little face,” you gush, turning to look at him when you hear his footsteps returning. “such a cutie.” your brows raise at the amount of water bottles in his hands, but you pass up on commenting on it, stepping up and taking two from him. a kiss to his cheek and a murmured ‘thank you’ makes him take in a quick breath, his exhale trembling.
adrian nods, swallowing dryly and staring at you quietly. your scent lingers from the sudden proximity, his small sniffs taking it in desperately. “th-this way to the backyard.”
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a content grunt emits from you as you sit on the adoringly decorated back porch, playfully shifting your body on the pillows and cushions. “cute.” you dig into your pocket and grab your lighter, bring the tip of the joint to hang from your lips, flicking the lighter on and nearing the flame toward the end.
“no, it’s pretty ugly.” adrian looks around as he sits too, your bodies just inches away from one another. “looks like someone chewed up the sixties and spat it out.” he watches you closely, tracking your lips’ motions and your small inhales.
the first puffs of smoke even out the blaze, your laughter after the comment making adrian smile and scooch closer, his hands clenched in his lap. nudging his glasses up his nose, he studies what you do, gaze landing on your chest when it lifts along with your breath. he blinks a few times quickly when you take the joint from your mouth and pass it to him, his mind blanking.
“or no?” you pull your hand back but he catches it, his hold on your wrist light. “if you wanna, don’t take such a big hit, i really think you’d pass out and i’m bein’ so serious, baby.”
adrian nods and leans into your hand, lips brushing your index finger and thumb as he takes a puff with your hold still on the joint. he follows the amount of time it took for you to inhale, eyes flitting to your thighs and losing count in that moment.
“fuck. adrian, that’s—”
he hunches over and turns away to cough, the sounds almost painful and thick. tears gather quick, his head pounding while a peculiar lightness makes his body feel weird. your hands rubbing his back makes him feel a bit better, his throat burning and tight. “eugh.” he stays hunched over, reaching for the water bottle near him. “oh my god.”
you fold your lips in to hold back your laugh, still rubbing the middle of his back, patting it gingerly after. taking a hit, you hold the smoke in as you say, “at least you didn’t pass out.”
adrian’s hand shakes as he guides the water bottle to his mouth, the cool liquid dribbling and escaping down the side of his mouth. “don’t count me out just yet. fuck. my throat.
“you didn’t listen. bad choice to make when trying things for the first time with someone who knows better.” you let your index and middle fingers trace his spine. “let me take a look at you.”
setting his bottle down, adrian then straightens and looks at you, pitifully. he’s closer now, your knees touching, the warmth of your bodies entangling. the drug settling well in his system, his eyes carrying a slight squint, taking on a reddish hue, pupils dilated for more reasons either of you can assume. “i-i got distracted.” he shivers at the feel of your fingers on his back, his hands returning to his lap and pressing down. “tastes kinda sweet though. didn’t expect that.”
the effect seeping into your system too, you hum. “you know what else tastes sweet?”
adrian locks onto your lips, your taste sewn into memory. “um…fruit. pastries. certain types of drinks…” another puff is offered to him and he gulps. despite his first reaction, his lips wrap around the tip of the joint, a quick intake done this time around, eyes closed to deter any more distractions. he holds it in and then lets the smoke out, opening his eyes while pointing at the vapor going with the wind, clearly proud of himself.
you touch his jaw, smiling. “better.”
the praise ricochets through him, his bulge twitching while he blushes. “yeah…okay. see that time i was focused. i can’t look at you and do it at the same time.”
“ooh, so you almost choked to death because you were lookin’ at me?”
“you’re very distracting, so…yeah.” his mouth parts, eyelids low. “n-not in a bad way. you just…i really like looking at you.” he feels lightheaded, body on the same path, focus solely on you. “and you smell good, like, always. those two things can drive a person off a road.”
you tap the ash from the joint off to the side. “right. no letting you drive while i’m in the car, got it.”
adrian offers a humored huff, eyes roaming your face and body. a slight burn still lingering in his throat, he swallows slowly, a thirst present that is unable to be quenched by water. “can i sit closer?”
you look down pointedly, nudging your leg against his. “we’re like shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. any closer and i’d be on top of you.”
“woah.” adrian bursts out in a nervous chuckle. “yeah…that’d be like…really close.” his pinky skims the side of your thigh in thought. the position imagined and dreamt of, he’s been hoping to ease the idea in, failing more than he would like. he centers his gaze on the joint coming into his view again, just a smoke or two left. touching your wrist lightly, he indulges in a small puff, falling back against the couch when his lips disconnect from the filter, mind in a welcome haze.
“do you want me to be?”
he glances at you, his expression blanking, that small indent in his chin forming as his lips downturn. “want you to be what?”
you set the remnants of the joint on the small table beside you, then you look back at him and gesture to his lap. “on top. something new we can try. see how we like it.”
“o-oh.” adrian scrambles to straighten himself out and his clothes. “y-yeah. please. go ahead.” his breathing picks up, seeing you shift and lift your left thigh over his legs, both your gazes cast down to watch your hips settle right before the tent in his pants. he sighs happily and hesitantly plants his hands on your hips, thumbs caressing your love handles.
“like this?” you smile at the tremble in his touch.
“mhm.” his greed abundant, he tugs on your hips to close that gap, the muscles in your legs flexing as you playfully deny him that wish. “s-sorry,” he croaks, “you just feel so good. i wanted you closer. and you’re warm. a-and soft. god, i—” he chews the inside of his bottom lip, his gaze settling on your chest. “kissing like this…would be nice,” he suggests quietly. “i-if you want.”
you place your left hand on his chest and twist one way then the other, checking out the other houses around adrian’s. “that depends. anyone like people-watching?”
“house right across from us has an old creep who sits on the deck with binoculars,” adrian explains, his position shifting in hopes of friction. “but he usually only comes out in the morning and early afternoon.”
“ew,” you laugh, setting your hands on the side of his neck, the tips of your thumbs grazing the underside his jaw. “that’s weird as hell, adrian. i’m surprised you haven’t reported him or something.”
adrian’s buttcheeks clench, enjoying your touch. “i don’t usually come out here. but you have something to say about it so i-i can take care of that now.”
your lips close in on his, staying a breadth away. “take care of somethin’ else for right now.”
adrian squeezes your hips excitedly, a purposely muffled, anxious giggle sounding out. with his eagerness, he leans forward, the skin of both your lips caressing, breaths exchanging, timidity still ingrained into his advances. so he waits, patience side-eying his urge to capture your lips and drown himself in your taste.
soft and slow—those factors structure your kisses, careful calculations done while you inch closer to the bulge in adrian’s pants, your pelvis pressing against the front of his arousal a few seconds into the kiss. you know his non-verbal pleas well, his thick digits pressed into your body, slowly finding a way to your ass, tightening as you near him inch by inch.
when you lift yourself a bit, adrian stays quiet, watching you, all of you—each part of your body, the movement of your muscles, the tip of your tongue pressing to the roof of your mouth just behind your top front teeth in your focus and absolute content. warmth entraps him and his body relaxes for a sliver of a second, a moan croaking out at the sensation. your adjustment—knowingly unneeded on your part—brings adrian from his introductory daze, that friction he was searching for found and immediately etched further into his desire. he restricts himself though, your pacing one he follows diligently.
“how does that feel?” your arms hooked around his neck, you put your mouth near his right ear, the frontside of your bodies set flush against one another.
“you—”
peppering kisses down the side of his neck, his arms wrap around your lower back, a subconscious jut of his hips upwards making you shudder, the moisture already embedded into your underwear welcoming more of the slick essence. another one of his moans fills the air, your name blooming in the midst of it. his neck is bared to you, a slight lean away offering you more access to do what you want.
and just under his jeans and briefs, the tip of his dick is leaking pre-cum, each sound, movement or touch from you gushing more of the liquid to spill into his clothing. the high does nothing but make him more needy and vulnerable, sensitivity buzzing with a want to be overrun. another slow motion from your hips makes him inhale sharply, his thumbs planted into your sides while his fingers drag across your lower back, prowling the closest areas he can reach, no strength hindering your grind, only silently urging you, encouraging you.
“kiss me,” you demand softly, your voice low and ensurient. “slow.”
adrian wants to ask why your voice sounds like that—so different…so dangerously alluring. he nods, voice lost, leaning upward slightly and kissing just under your lips before he’s graced with capturing the full feel, his eyes squeezed shut while you rub your clothed cunt against him. a simultaneous throb of your clit and his dick brings a moan from the both of you. the sounds you make spur him on, the absentminded movement of his hips incidentally meeting your focused motions, tongues clashing in a deeper kiss unexpected by him.
he groans, immediately pliable from the newest addition to the way he could kiss you. his touch starts to travel the expanse of your body, slowly creeping under your shirt to feel your warm, brown skin, the stretch marks on the side of your stomach traced with the padding of his thumbs.
you shiver, lips disconnecting from his, the surface glistening with your balm and both your spit. “you doin’ okay?”
his heavy eyelids raise a bit at your voice and he nods profusely. “just…i—” he clears his throat and grunts as a swivel of your hips brings him to the edge. “fuck,” he whimpers, blood rushing to his face, the tip of his dick just as red and hot.
“baby, i need an answer.” you tilt your head, watching him closely. threading your hands through the back of his head, you grip the hairs gingerly and guide his gaze to yours, unshed tears of pleasure making his eyes glimmer. you smile at his expression, your body purring at the demeanor of your partner.
“y-yes,” he hurries the response out. “i…i’m close.”
you quirk a brow, squeezing your legs around his. “yeah?” when you lean into his ear again, adrian curses lowly. “just from this?” you tease.
“‘just’? y-you’re fucking rubbing against me, kissing me, breathing on me like that. a-and the way you’re talking. i would be a f-fucking…damn anomaly to not react,” he whines, his glasses lopsided slightly. “smoking that stuff usually do this?”
you shrug. “not usually. depends on who you’re with.” ensuing a slow grind against him, you gasp quietly, finding that apex of the lining of his jeans and the tent he’s formed in them. “and what you were feeling before.” playful confusion marks your expression, head tilting again. “this what you wanted to feel?”
adrian’s face buries into your chest at that, his pleading a bit muffled, “yes…please.” he fully wraps his arms around your waist, panting heavily into the fabric of your shirt, breath heating both it and your skin.
caressing his nape, you lower your head again to his neck, nuzzling your lips against a newly discovered sensitive spot, garnering a full-body twitch and a broken murmur of your name. a gentle nip and adrian’s hips buck up into you, a soft cry emitting as he comes, stuffing his briefs with the warm, sticky substance. you nestling down into the moistening bulge milks everything he has left, your coy smile felt on his heated skin.
bringing his face from your chest, adrian hesitates to look up at you, gaze settling on his pants, arms loosening around you. he sniffles then mumbles, “that wasn’t supposed to happen. fuck…i made a mess.” he clears his throat and then sniffles again, hands anchored to the side of your pudgy thighs while he evades your stare.
your right index finger comes to his chin, beckoning for him to lift his head. once your eyes meet, you chuckle out a low ‘aw’ wiping his damp cheeks with your thumbs. “you good, baby?” you fix his glasses with a faint smile.
the cooed epithet makes him melt even more into your touch, his nod rubbing his skin against your palms, the action repeated as he simmers his system down with the stimulation.
“how about we get cleaned up and have that snack,” is your suggestion, voice soft.
adrian’s mind bolts for a scenario, his body reacting immediately. “like…shower together? um…i-i—”
“so you can pass out and slam that head against the faucet? not today. cute idea, though.”
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