Youâre Like Heaven to Touch - (Completed Two Shot)
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Hardly There (Oneshot)
Higher (Oneshot)
Soaked (Oneshot) (making out, implied smut)
Hateâs a Strong Word (Oneshot)
Just Maybe (Oneshot)
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Requests
Bucky Request - request: Buckyâs metal arm has a vibrate setting and he and his girlfriend have fun with it. Smutty goodness ensues.
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SUMMARY: You should really start being cautious, even more now that you are a pirate and find yourself at the place where one of the biggest marine bases is. But could you really be blamed when the hottest man youâve ever seen in your entire life takes you to an alley to fuck you?
GENRE: Smut
WARNINGS: Exhibitionism kink.
WORD COUNT: 1.4k words
Namiâs instructions were simple. Keep it on the low, buy everything you need without drawing too much attention, and then return to the Merry safe. And you thought you were doing a good job. You were taking a walk through Loguetown, just looking, in hopes of seeing something pretty enough worth a couple of berries, when you saw him.
A tall man, smoking two cigars. He was⌠distracting to say the least.
You tried your best to ignore him, continue with your plans, but you could feel his gaze, burning. He was following every move, every step, every breath, and god, you were going insane.Â
A part of you was worried. Did you bring too much attention? Maybe he was suspecting you were a pirate. But the other part (the one you were worried could take control any time soon) was enjoying the attention and wanted to get closer to him, to keep his attention on you.
Was that a problem? Probably. Did you care? Not at all. You didnât even know the man, but god, your mind was going through the most insane and hot scenarios in that moment.
It was simple, the man was hot.
A couple more minutes passed, and he was actually the one who approached you.
âLooking for somethinâ in particular?â You heard him say, but didnât turn around to look at him.
âNot really, just, you know, looking around. Waiting for something to catch my eye.â You turned around and felt your breath caught in your throat. His presence was overwhelming. His whole body was towering over yours, and you felt something warm in your core, and your cheeks were burning. Your eyes roamed all over his uncovered chest, and smiled.
When you least expected it, he was cornering your whole body against a wall in an alley he guided you to. Mouth hot against your neck, while one of his hands was covering your mouth, preventing you from making any sounds.
âMhng.â You rolled your eyes to the back of your head. Your lower part of your body was rubbing against his hard-on.
âShh. You gotta keep quiet if you want me to continue.â You looked into his eyes and nodded. His hand left your mouth. Any self-respect you had flew out the window the moment you heard him groan.
Smoker didnât know what possessed him. For godâs sake, he was supposed to be patrolling, waiting for any sign of the Straw Hat pirate or his crew. But here he was, hands all over the ass of some girl whom he had just met. And it felt incredible.
You thanked yourself for choosing to wear a skirt earlier that day, making this easier and quicker for him.
The man moved your skirt up, pooling it around your waist. He didnât waste any time, knowing fully well this had to be as quick as possible if he didnât want any of his subordinates to search for him and find him in such a compromising situation.
He moved your panties to the side, followed by unbuttoning his jeans. You looked down and swore that you felt your stomach flip after looking at his size. You couldnât stop looking at his cock, and you thank whatever god was listening for letting you experience this before going into the Grand Line.
He started to smear his precum all over his shaft as some form of lubricant. He moved one of your legs to give him better access and a view of your entrance. He angled himself, and your breath hitched.
As he was slowly going inside of you, you closed your eyes and crashed your head into the wall. Smoker couldnât believe how gorgeous you were.Â
âJump.â He whispered against your ear. You did as he said, and his grip on your waist was harder. Your legs wrapped around his waist. He waited just a little more before starting to move at a fast pace. Even if the two of you wanted to take your time, you knew this wasnât going to be possible, at least not now.
You could feel every single time he was thrusting into you, making you shiver every single time his cock was hitting that spot that made your eyes roll. And the fact that anyone could just walk into this at any moment was making you get even more excited.
âF-ugh, taking me so well, arenât you, pretty girl?â You felt yourself clench around him at the nickname. âSo you liked being called that? Pretty?â Your body answered him involuntarily. He didnât say anything else after that, he only wanted one thing: to feel you cum all around his cock.
Your gaze moved to the lower part where both of your bodies were connecting, and you couldnât help but moan. Yeah, he was big, and you didnât believe how you were able to take him all. There was a ring of precum and your juices forming at the base of this cock. You were hypnotized.
âKnew I wanted to have you like this the moment I saw you.â You started to roll your hips to match his thrusts, making the pleasure more intense, and you were grateful the man was strong enough to carry you and fuck you at the same time.Â
You were sure this type of man only comes once in a lifetime, and you were kinda sad that this was going to be a one-time thing, but he didnât let you think too much, since you could feel his cock throb inside you.
âIâm gonna-â You finally managed to say something, barely.
âYou gonna what?â He was enjoying this a little too much. But you look at you, such a pretty girl, too cockdrunk to even say a word.
âCum, pleaseplease, I have to-,â you whimpered when the tip of his cock was slamming against your sweet spot. Tears started to form in your eyes. You didnât think it was possible to cum with only thrusting, but here he was, proving you wrong.
Your hands tugged at his jacket, your knuckles turning white from the force. He was such a view. Shirtless, his well-put hair now messy, smirk too dangerous, too handsome.
âItâs ok pretty girl, you can cum. Cum all over my cock. Show me how good I made you feel.â His voice plus his breath against your cheek did it for you. Your whole body tensed while you felt the pleasure roaming all over your body, leaving you numb.
It didnât take him long to also cum, your pussy squeezing him soooo good. You could only feel his cock pulse, and his breathing was uneven. Each thrust started to become erratic. You wouldnât tell him, but the overstimulation was feeling a little too good. With one final thrust, he filled you up with his thick cum.
âShit.â He said while resting his head on your shoulder. âI didnât mean to-â You only shook your head.
âItâs ok.â You whispered. Your mind was hazy, and everything felt unreal. You were coming down from your high, body too weak to even be able to stand up properly. Thankfully, the manâs strong arms were preventing you from falling to the floor.
The sound of a transponder snail brought you back to reality.Â
âWhat happened?â He said as soon as he answered.
âSir, pirates. Near the execution platform.â Pirates? Your gut told you, somehow, that your captain was involved. And the fact that the man who had just blown your mind a few minutes ago was receiving this call made you realize you had just made a mistake. A big one.
âGot it. See you there.â He ended the call and looked directly into your shocked eyes. âGotta go pretty. Kinda bumbed out I have to leave you after this. But workâs calling.â
âWork?â You cleared your throat. âYou are⌠You are⌠a marine.â You finally managed to say. The words felt heavy on your tongue.
âSmart.â He chuckled while he slowly put you down, making sure you were strong enough to stand on your own, and fixed your skirt. âI kinda wish we werenât interrupted. But I really have to go.â He moved to the side the strands of hair that were covering your face to look at you one more time. You could feel his load drip down your thighs.
You wanted to say something to him, but you couldnât really come up with anything, so you just nodded.
âI hope we meet again.â Oh, you were sure you were going to meet again.
A/N: He was so distracting while watching OPLA S2, my god I need him really bad. btw this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i finished s2 yesterday and i was a crying mess and i was just too tired. s2 is just perfect!!!
Summary: on what is supposed to be another of your private cooking lessons, you and Sanji get closer... in a very intimate way.
Pairing: Sanji x female reader.
Word count: 2k.
Warnings: pure fucking, dirty, obscene fingerfucking smut, some plot, heavy hand kink, eye contact, language (also reader thinks herself as a slut at some point), fingering, cum play(?), semi-public, praising, pet names (darling, sweetheart, good girl...).
Notes: this is just full of smut so yeah. Idk, this is my realization that I am a Sanji whore. Enjoy you sinners. And I'm sorry for any errors as English is not my main language. (I'll keep apologizing for this lol).
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Probably will make a part 2 to consumate this shit, but I can't promise I will...
GEN MASTERLIST!
Months ago, you started at the Baratie as a waitress but your biggest wish was cooking. And Sanji was there to help you with that. You had absolutely no idea how to start, lucky for you, the blonde chef of the restaurant was aware of your dreams. So you started lessons after your shift.
"Can't deny the wishes of a pretty thing like you," you remembered Sanji saying when you finally asked him to teach you. He winked and put a playful smirk on his lips.
Yes, Sanji was a flirt - but he was a flirt with everyone. So you never took personally his random comments and hits, until you started your cooking classes.
The Baratie was always closed and there was no one but Sanji and you in the kitchen. He had started with the basic stuff, like chopping vegetables and soft meat, and making easy entries and sidedishes.
There was a problem though. This was almost the fourth week you were receiving his lessons and you found out there was something distracting you a lot recently: his hands.
His beautiful, strong hands, that, in a delicate manner, would slice a fish and would convert it in the most delicious dish you ever tasted ever. You became so immersed in his hands doing little to nothing. Even if Sanji wasn't cooking, just fixing his hair or having a cigarrette, everything you could keep your focus on was his beautiful fingers, sometimes wearing pretty rings and jewels around them. And the way the veins on his big hands would appear... Gods, your mind started to wonder a lot of things and it was becoming difficult keeping your focus on the special salad you were preparing that night.
"You're doing great, love," Sanji whispered, staying right behind you and monitoring carefully your chopping like an inspector.
His sweet words were no help for you at all. With a deep breath, you finished with the last eggplant. Sanji immediately came closer and leaned behind your back, and you controled the loud gasp that was about to burst. You felt his strong body pressed against your own, and he suddenly grabbed your hand still holding the knife to start chopping a small piece of the eggplant you just finished. His arms were now sorrounding your figure as he guided softly on how you were supposed to cut it.
"Just make sure to cut them like this, see?"
All you could give was a nod. Fuck, you felt so embarrassed, hypnotized by his hands working on the must mundane activities in the whole world, grabbing firmly the knife between his fingers.
Those thick fingers you fantasized about late at night; not letting you pay attention to the important things Sanji would say to you about cooking. Those fingers you wished to have inside you right now, to lick them, to suck on them until they were completely dry... You rub your thighs together and try to keep your thoughts locked to continue with the lesson.
"Yeah, I see now. Thanks, Sanji," you were surprised you were actually able to talk.
You heard his chuckle behind you before shifting and come by your side, leaving you free of his grip and the warmth of his hands that you were already missing.
"Lets plate then."
Sanji guided you on how to place each ingredient on the bowl, making it harder for you to follow his pace. It took longer than you expected, but you were trying to keep your shit together; your skirt and shirt suddenly felt too tight on your figure and you tried to not rub your thighs, even if you wished for some friction right now.
Once the bowl was done, Sanji took the small plate with the sauce you prepared earlier and gave it a delicate taste, licking the spoon with his tongue.
Why did he look so hot just by doing anything? Was he aware of the effect he had in you lately? Was he teasing you? Or where you just hot and bothered already? No answer you had for any of those questions.
Sanji wrinkled his brows, savoring the sauce with such delicacy, and after a moment or so of thinking he looked at you.
"I think something is missing," he said.
"What? I put everything that was on the recipe for the sauce." In a swift move, you took the spoon from his hand and had a taste yourself. "Seems okay for me."
The chef tsked. "Darling, you need to taste it differently. Deeper, go further than usual."
Sanji dipped his forefinger on the sauce and brought it to your lips. With hesitation, you opened your mouth and licked the sauce from his finger, not only tasting the sauce but savouring the moment. Was he aware of how you looked at his hands? You were not going to question it. Not when you carefully wrapped your soft lips around him, closing your eyes slowly, arousal building up between your legs. His words were no help either, it was like if he was testing the waters and so were you.
You felt Sanji pulling out his finger from your mouth and you let out a soft moan. You wanted to snap yourself. He smirked, he obviously heard your pretty noise.
"Sorry..." you were ashamed but the burning desire was growing and winning over you. What a fucking slut, you thought to yourself. It didn't matter right now. You just had a taste of his fingers.
"So what'd you say?" Sanji interrupted the voice inside your head.
Your dark eyes looked intensely his charming blue ones. "I still think the taste is good."
Sanji leaned down, almost brushing your lips and looking like if he was forcing himself to not press his lips to yours right there and then. Until he did. He captured your lips in a heated and rough kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth and tasting the sauce and the sweetness of your plump lips. One of his hands cupped your cheek and the other pulled you closer, forcing your back to press against the counter. Now, you were trapped between his body and the surface.
A moan escaped your throat and Sanji happily swallowed it on the heated make out session you shared. He lifted you up so you were sitting on the empty side of the counter, taking shallow breaths, as he stood between your parted legs, stroking the skin of your thighs without any rush.
"I've noticed you look at my hands so attentively," he mumbled, biting your lower lip softly. You gasped, but he continued. "Why's that?"
His question left you speechless for a moment. Did he really need to ask?
"Sanji, I already licked your finger..."
His palms traced their way under your skirt, and his fingers teased your inner thighs, finding the fabric covering your wet core.
"Well, darling, doesn't that mean we can go further? Deeper?"
"Go ahead then," you mumbled, full of lust. Your skin was aching already for him and this was all you needed to feel complete. Him.
With that, his fingers rubbed you softly over your panties, pressing on the wet patch you were already making. Sanji smirked and he leaned to pay attention to the delicate skin on your neck. His lips pressed soft kisses, leaving a trail of them, until he found the sweet spot that made you melt into his touch, nibbling and sliding his tongue against your neck until he met your collarbone.
"Sanji..." the soft whimper past your lips and you held your breath, eyes closed as he hiked up your uniform skirt and puts aside the panties covering your core from him.
His name falling off your lips made his cock inside his trousers twitch, restraining himself to not fuck you right there in the counter until the only thing that was on your mind was his name and only him. Right now, he decided he would take care of you first. As you deserved it.
"So fucking wet for me, sweetheart," he groaned, forehead pressing against yours.
His fingers found your pussy, spreading your folds softly, coating them with your already dripping juices. Sanji rubbed your clit and he teased your entrance, going at an agonizing rhythm. All you wanted was for him to fuck you with his fingers. Now. You started to grind your hips, needing some more friction, knowing he would get the hint of your despair.
"Please, Sanji," you whined.
Sanji chuckled, and you felt pathetic for begging. You could tell he was enjoying your squirm. His free hand cupped the nape of your neck forcing your dark eyes to look at his own directly.
"Look at me," Sanji ordered. "Do not dare to close your eyes, darling."
You bit your lip and nodded, gripping tightly the edge of the counter.
"Good girl," he whispered with a raspy voice, and with a lustful smile on his lips. "I want to see you come undone."
And with his statement, he eased one digit inside your velvety walls. You moaned louder this time.
"Fuck, you're so ready for me," Sanji growled, noticing how obvious the ache between your thighs was. "You're perfect, darling," he cooed against your lips. His praising caused your walls to clench around him, gaining another dark smile from the blonde man.
The thrusts of his finger started in a delicate pace. Instantly, your eyes clenched, breath hitching, as he filled you up. Sanji gradually increased his pace, curling his finger to reach your deepest spot, and you felt your juices coating your thighs with his moves.
"You look at me, don't forget," Sanji whispered, his other hand now cupping your cheek. You obeyed, opening your eyes for him.
A second finger made its way inside your cunt and he pumped them harder this time. Your legs were spreading wider, moaning against his lips, dying to kiss him one more time. But you tried your hardest to mantain the deep eye contact, realizing where you were right now. In the empty kitchen of the Baratie, with the blonde chef between your legs, fucking you with his pretty fingers. Those he protected and took care of so attentively.
And now, the only place Sanji wanted to have his fingers on was inside of you. You looked flushed, sweaty and simply gorgeous, cyring and whimpering. All for him. Your pussy was throbbing and you let a rather loud and erotic moan.
"Shit, I'm so close," you cried.
"Just come for me, beautiful..."
His lips catching your swollen ones in a heated kiss. He curled up his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit softly. Your hips trying to meet the thrusts of his hand desperately, your smooth walls clenching around his digits. Sanji realized he enjoyed the control and power he had over you as you reached your heavenly climax. He loved it more than he could ever think of.
Your body trembled, and finally, you felt sweet release hitting you, walls spasming in ecstasy around his fingers. Foreheads still touching, eyes locked as he watched you come undone. Exactly like he wanted it to be.
You moaned his name under your breath over and over, filled with pleassure. Sanji felt your thighs closing and your pussy contracting around his digits. He let you catch your breath for a moment, enjoying the heat of your body. For the first time, Sanji then pulled away his forehead, remaining still between your legs, and slowly removing his fingers from your throbbing cunt, eyes looking directly to your wetness.
Still covered with your juices, Sanji used both his hands to spread your folds obscenely to get a better look at your pussyhole. Fuck, you felt so exposed to him, but you couldn't care less. You had a mindblowing orgasm just moments ago.
"Fuck-" you cried.
"So beautiful," he praised. Again, you whimpered and your hips bucked a little.
Sanji pushed a finger slowly inside you, just to gather more of your sweetness, so he could finally have a taste. He licked both fingers he used on you before, humming like he had found the best meal in days.
"So how is it?" you finally asked, teasing him.
"Sweetheart, you're delicious."
You laughed softly, realising you totally forgot about the dish you were preparing that night. "Is this included on your private lessons, Sanji?"
"Only if you want," he leaned down to share a last kiss, this time more gentle than the others.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, âwhatâs the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?â and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is âunofficialâ, and we know thatâs not the right word, but itâs the only word we can come up withâŚuntil finally itâs like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is âartificialâ.
warnings: 18+, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, miscommunication, adrian can't understand social cues (love him), one use of y/n, mentions of sex, first kiss, mutual crush, switch of povs, etc.
summary: after weeks of what you thought to be flirtatious back and forth with adrian, you come to find out about his most recent threesome with chris, realizing that whatever you had going on wasn't as serious as you'd hoped.
wc: 5.2k
it'd been a few days since adrian had last heard from you.
your usual back and forth messages had suddenly come to a halt, with your side of things going completely silent out of nowhere. his every message detailing some random fact or the occasional picture of a possum he'd come across would be met with complete silence. nothing but a 'read' pop-up would find him in response.
adrian had just found radio silence without a single warning.
usually, he wouldn't think much of it. he had once gone on for weeks without a response from chris before realizing it'd been cause he'd gotten locked up. economos and leota would take a day or two to respond to him sometimes, though they always responded. he didn't have much interest in contacting harcourt, but any time he did, she'd send him curt responses within less than a week.
but you â you always responded within the hour. even when adrian spammed you through crazy hours of the night, you'd respond as soon as you woke up, sometimes even calling him in favor of answering to his long chains of texts.
he'd been racking his brain over it for hours, or, well, days. the last time you'd responded had been over three days ago, with your previous messages being colder and colder up until the point you'd just stopped altogether.
adrian didn't quite feel emotions like everyone else did. it took him a while to catch onto what he was feeling, took quite a lot for him to feel affected by other people's actions. grasping other people's emotions was even more difficult, like some puzzle he couldn't cheat on.
it had taken him a few days to realize you were mad at him in the first place. but even as the days passed, he still couldn't understand what could've possibly caused it. were you even mad at him? or was he just misunderstanding things again? your behavior was starkly different than usual, so that must've meant something. right?
what he did know, however, was that he was pretty down in the dumps about it.
you were one of his best friends â his bestest friend, he'd say if you caught him off guard. and yeah, maybe he did harbor a bit of a crush on you (re: an embarrassingly huge one). chris mocked him over it all the time, telling him that you were an 11 and he was a 5 on a good day. there was no way he could score you, so he never went further than a few mindless pickup lines that you'd usually chuckle at (or sometimes return when he was lucky).
it was so unfair. he had a whole plan in mind. he'd be in the friendzone for a few years before growing the balls to ask you out, already prepared to flee the country if you were to say no. it was a simple, foolproof plan that he'd been machinating from the moment he met you and realized that he was, in fact, in the friendzone.
this was worse than rejection. if you were going to stop talking to him anyways, then he might as well have confessed to you! but no. he was an idiot (common knowledge) and had let multiple days pass without even attempting to ask why you'd suddenly given him the cold shoulder.
he thought about it over and over â what could he have possibly done to make you stop speaking to him?
you weren't in jail, like chris had been the last time he'd stopped speaking to him (he'd checked). you weren't ignoring any of your other friends (leota had hung out with you yesterday). and you didn't suddenly ditch town (he'd followed you home from work as vigilante just last night).
he couldn't focus on his vigilante duties because of you. he couldn't even pay attention as peacemaker rambled on and on about whatever was going on between him and harcourt. he'd become an empty shell, waiting for his phone to vibrate with some sort of message from you.
"dude â what the fuck is up with you? you've been quiet for, like, the past three hours. what are you even doing here?"
"huh?"
peacemaker gestured wildly, "see! that's what i'm talking about. you're not even listening to me."
adrian ran a hand over his face, leaning back on peacemaker's couch and groaning to himself, "sorry, dude. i'm super stressed about something."
"let me guess. you want me to ask you what it is."
"i'd probably end up telling you anyways, but yeah."
"fine," chris sighed, "what is it, vig?"
again adrian groaned to himself. thinking about you stressed him out so badly. but peacemaker was a total ladies' man. he'd totally have some useful advice for him. why hadn't he come to him for advice in the first place? he would've already made up with you by now!
so he explained the situation. in great detail. perhaps too much detail. he went over all the dramatics, every single reason why he was panicking, the exact number of texts he'd sent ever since your last response, an embarrassed admission of his crush (even though he was aware that peacemaker already knew about it). no detail was left unsaid.
"jesus, dude. you're, like, obsessed with her. it's kinda scary," peacemaker responded after the fact.
"i know!" adrian groaned, "what am i supposed to do? she won't talk to me!"
"well, have you tried asking why she's gone silent on you?"
he shook his head, "can i do that?"
peacemaker shook his head too, but in disbelief, "yes, dude! you're supposed to communicate and shit. chicks dig that. they like that vulnerability shit."
adrian felt like a whole new world had opened up to him. he wasn't aware that he could literally just ask you. although he had considered it, he shrugged it off immediately. he thought the whole suave thing was what chicks liked â it's what peacemaker had told him during all his teens.
the solution had finally presented itself in front of adrian.
except then he remembered the other issue.
you were clearly angry at him. and it'd now been three days since your last reply, which he had promptly disregarded to text you completely irrelevant stuff. your most recent string of texts was a simple 'ok' to him while he continued to message you some of his favorite facts about albino spiders. as far as you were aware, he had completely ignored your anger, pushing past it to talk about whatever was on his mind at the time â fuck.
"but, like ... how do i ask her?"
"dude!" chris yelled.
"i don't get it!" adrian yelled back, panicked.
"you know what? just- just go to her house. corner her. give her no option but to stop being mad at you and leave me out of it."
"does that really work?"
peacemaker nodded, "that's how i got harcourt to admit she had the hots for me."
"holy shit," adrian gasped, "you're right! i'm- i'm going to ask her why she's mad, and- and then i'm going to get her to admit she has the hots for me! you're a genius, dude!"
"yeah, whatever. now, go. emilia's coming over and she still wants to keep things in the dl, so."
-
adrian thought about what to say over and over again as he drove his sebring towards your apartment. he was familiar with the path, finding himself driving there more often than not. this was the longest he'd ever gone without coming over.
nothing really came to mind. he didn't really want to corner you. he knew that wasn't the best approach, but he also knew that peacemaker was right. the best way to make amends was to show up and talk to you about it. it kinda sucked that he didn't know what was up, though. he'd really fucked it up by not catching on to your anger earlier.
knocking on your door, he felt like his heart dropped to his ass. what if you sent him away? what if you yelled at him and told him it was over, that he'd have to find another best friend? fuck, what if you'd found another best friend already? he'd never seen you angry (still hadn't, not really), he had no idea what he was dealing with here (he never did).
but before he could rethink all his life choices, the door was suddenly opening and you were predictably on the other side of it.
the look on your face was neutral. it seemed almost emotionless, which only served to unnerve adrian. he could feel himself wince internally at what was to come.
what came out of his lips after your initial encounter was anything but suave, but it was at least straight to the point.
"are you mad at me?"
initially, you tilted your head to the side â likely wondering what the hell he was doing there (he kinda wondered the same). but after his question, you adopted a scowl, frowning at him in a mixture of annoyance and sadness.
okay, that wasn't a good sign.
"are you fucking kidding me- yes, adrian, i fucking am."
and then you closed the door on him.
he stood there, dumfounded, for a few moments. he blinked a few harsh blinks before shaking his head to recalibrate his brain.
had that really happened? it'd all been so fast.
again, he knocked, though this time more desperately.
"did you, uh, did you mean to close the door? i wanted to talk to you-"
once more, you opened the door, this time aggressively. you somehow managed to do the reverse of slamming a door shut, causing him to flinch by how quickly you'd opened it. this wasn't going very well.
"what do you want, adrian?"
he really didn't like how his name sounded in your lips at that moment. usually he was a complete sucker for it. his name, your lips? he couldn't think of a better combination. but now it sounded off â angry? frustrated?
playing anxiously with his hands, he asked again.
"... are you mad at me? pleasedon'tshutthedooronmyfaceagain!"
he even shut his eyes to brace himself for another slam of the door, but after a few seconds all he heard was a defeated sigh.
when he reopened his eyes, you stood there, angry eyes no longer present. instead, you looked kind of sad. maybe even more so than angry. he wasn't completely sure. it was always a little difficult for him to tell. even when it came to his best friends.
what he did know, though, was that it must've been contagious. it felt even worse than it had when chris had cried after adrian had stabbed his dad (both times).
you shook your head, though mostly to yourself, "it's nothing, adrian. never mind. this- this is on me, okay? i'm so stupid," you mumbled that last part to yourself, "i shouldn't have ghosted you, you're right. i'm sorry," your tone was hard to decipher, maybe a little defeated.
he wasn't good at reading situations, much less emotions. but when it came to you, he liked to think he was a little more aware. he didn't really think you meant it.
"wait, no. i'm here to apologize! i just- i don't know what for," he winced at his own words. he felt kind of stupid, but most of all, he felt like an asshole.
"adrian-"
adrian could sense the door about to be shut in his face again, which led him to take a step forward and hold the door open with a palm pressed against it in a panic to prevent it from happening.
"wait! just tell me! please? i really want to apologize, but, like, i have no idea what's wrong! i've been thinking about it for days!" he rambled, "i even asked peacemaker- cause, you know, he's usually right about these things, but even he didn't know what i should do!"
"peacemaker? you asked fucking peacemaker?" you practically hissed, hand gripping the edge of the door, clearly itching to slam it closed again.
adrian cocked his head to the side, utterly confused, "well, yeah ... he's my best friend! plus, he knows everything there is to know about chicks and their feelings and shit," he said if it were the most obvious thing ever.
but you only grew even more frustrated. he couldn't understand why. most things were confusing to him, but this specially.
"you know what, adrian?," you scoffed, "it's not worth it."
those were your last words before fully slamming the door on him one final time. he could've sworn he heard a sniffle, but his ears were ringing by then.
it all came crashing down at that moment. you were mad. you were really mad at him. and he couldn't even apologize over it.
with his head down, he walked away. he readjusted his glasses, frowning to himself, looking back one last time in the stupid hope that you'd open the door again and let him try and explain himself.
on his way back home, he thought about what you'd said.
you hadn't explained what adrian had done to make you ghost him. you'd even gone as far as to blame yourself for it, apologizing and refusing to give him an opening to apologize in return. you'd called it stupid, which made him sad. if it made you mad, then it wasn't stupid. he wanted to tell you that, but he didn't know how to approach it, didn't have the social skills to do a good job at it.
god damnit, why did he have to be so weird about feelings?
worst of all was he really fucking liked you, which only made the whole thing even more upsetting.
by the time he made it home, he remembered your reaction to his comment about peacemaker. it made that little light bulb light up above his head, making him suddenly remember that, yeah, you weren't the biggest fan of peacemaker ... fuck.
and then, he tried to think about any instance that might've made you mad, any situation involving his best friend that could have possibly triggered this situation to escalate so much.
but he came up with nothing.
most things didn't phase him much. at least not in the way they did other people. he needed to think this over with the most normal person he knew â after peacemaker, of course.
adebayo!
instead of taking those final steps to enter his house, he practically flashed away from it, rushing to his sebring once more and heading in the complete opposite direction. before he knew it, he was already at her front door, knocking incessantly.
it took a full minute of constant knocking and a yell from leota as she approached the other side of the door for him to stop. even as she was opening it, his knuckles were still making contact with the wood.
"dude! i said i was coming. stop fucking knocking on my door!"
"leota! great, you're here! i need your help!"
she rolled her eyes, stepping aside for him to come in, "of course i'm here. it's my house. what do you want, adrian?"
he explained the situation in great detail, just as he had to peacemaker. he'd recounted what happened at your apartment too, all in animated detail, adding in some effects for dramatics. it was all very serious to him, he needed to get his point across. and you really liked leota, so she probably should've been who he came to for advice in the first place.
by the end of his story, leota looked at him blankly. he wasn't sure what to do with that reaction.
"dude," she deadpanned, giving him an incredulous look, "are you serious right now?"
"dude, she said the same thing! i don't get it! tell me what i'm missing? please??"
leota leaned in closer across the dinner table they were currently sitting on, "think about the last time you two spoke to each other in person. think long and hard. what did you talk about?"
"uhh, this kinda feels like a test, but okayyy," he looked into the distance, trying to recall the details of your last conversation, "oh! i told her about that mission i did with peacemaker! then i told her about the threesome i had with peacemaker and some girl he picked up- man that girl's tits were gigantic! y/n didn't really find it amusing, but i guess chicks aren't really into tits â other than lesbians, like you. duh."
but, again, leota looked dumbfounded. she was in disbelief of adrian's lack of awareness.
she knew why you were mad. not only because you'd told her, confiding in her as you usually did, but also because it didn't take a genius to figure out that you and adrian were in a pretty obvious game of cat and mouse. it was the classic 'will they, won't they' situation she was already privy to between chris and emilia â and the knowledge of the threesome made her feel for both you and emilia, internally cursing out the two dumbasses who'd found it to be a good idea.
leota was well aware of how hurt you'd been upon hearing about this threesome. she'd been made aware of every detail through your recounting of it. adrian had fed you every gory detail about it, not once taking notice of how put off by it you were, how much even hearing about it made you. having to listen to your retelling of adrian's play-by-play made her angry enough for you, but she also understood that adrian was an idiot. this was something you were also very familiar with, but leota could see that this was your red hard line. that you were now willing to let go of that hope for reciprocation of your feelings for him.
and it frustrated leota to no end. she knew adrian was nothing less than obsessed with you. it surprised her, at first, to find that adrian could be even more insane about someone than he was about chris, but then you'd showed up and it all made sense.
so now she needed to play mediator. and as annoying as it was to take on that role sometimes, she knew the payoff would be her friends' resolution and happiness, which she reasoned made it worth it.
"the threesome, adrian. the threesome," she grumbled, pressing at her aching temples â the 11th street kids would break her down one day. one by one.
"huh? what about it?"
"dude!"
"i don't get it? what do you- oh. oh! wait- fuck."
leota nodded, grimacing at the realization in adrian's face.
"she's mad at the threesome? but- but why?"
"you- dude! you slept with peacemaker and some other chick! and then told her all about it! in graphic detail! don't you have feelings for her? why in the living hell would you sleep with someone else?"
it all came crashing down at that moment. the realization actually hit him then, making him groan loudly to himself. slumping back on the dining chair in leota's living room, he began to lament at himself, pulling at his hair in frustration.
"fuck! oh, fuuuuuck, did i fuck everything up? she- what, she likes me back? are you fucking kidding me, dude? what the fuck! i thought- shit, i was just sharing an anecdote! i didn't know she- fuuuuck!!"
"yeah, that sounds about right."
he stood up abruptly, chair dropping to the floor behind him due to the impact â he was always one for dramatics.
"what now?!" he looked frantically to leota.
she sighed, "go talk to her! she's just hurt right now. she thinks you don't care, that you've been leading her on this whole time. just- just explain. she'll understand. trust me."
never one to really stop to think things through, he nodded frantically, puffing air out as he ran out the door. literally.
leota had no time to say anything else before he left, practically jumping into his car and gunning it â under the speed limit, obviously.
it didn't take him long to get back to your house for the second time that day. and even though his heart was going a mile a minute, he didn't give himself the time to stop and think about what he'd say to you. he'd hurt you; his best friend. there was nothing in his mind other than an innate need to make things right.
and, hopefully, to see if what leota had said was true.
again, he knocked on your door, even more frantic than last time. this time around, it took you a mere few seconds to open the door. and when you did, he could kinda tell you were expecting him.
"what?"
ouch. that wasn't a good tone of voice. you never used that one on him. on chris, yeah. on economos, sometimes. never on adrian.
pushing past it, he opened and closed his mouth a few times before some words finally forced themselves out.
"i'm sorry."
"yeah, adrian. we've been over that. i told you i didn't want to talk to you, and you show back up thirty minutes later. what are you doing here?"
again, the tone of voice was cold. even he could see it.
he shrugged, a little sheepish, "i just- i wanted to say i'm sorry. you're my best friend. it's my job to make you feel good, not to hurt you- wait, no- not feel good as in, you know- but like- shit. i'm just- i'm sorry! i shouldn't have told you about that stupid threesome," he blurted out, words taking over, "i wasn't, like, shoving it in your face or anything! it was just a bonding thing between me and peacemaker-"
"adrian. stop-"
-"and it wasn't- it wasn't romantic! i didn't even like that girl we slept with! i was mostly just watching, honestly! there was nothing more to it! i didn't like her like that! and i don't like peacemaker like that either- he's just my bestie! you're different! like totally different, and i need you to-"
"adrian!"
he finally paused, eyes wide at you raising your voice.
fuck. did he fuck up again?
you shook your head to yourself, wrapping your own arms around yourself and looking down before facing him again.
with an exhale, you began, "i just- fuck. did any of it mean anything to you, adrian? i thought- i thought you liked me back. that we were getting somewhere. god, i feel like such a fucking idiot-"
that stopped him. his breathing halted momentarily, his body freezing up.
'liked me back'?
leota had already told him. or, well, heavily implied it. but hearing it from you was entirely different.
he came here hoping to hear it, but his expectations had been heavily lowered when you opened the door looking to him with disdain in your eyes. it only decreased more and more after every word of his ramble.
it wasn't anything he'd ever imagined actually happening.
sure, he'd fantasized about it. a lot. but they were always embarrassing dreams of a confession, of the nerd ending up with the popular cheerleader, of kissing in front of his high school bully, of holding your hand as you kissed him off as he clocked in at fennel fields.
this. this was the closest he'd ever gotten to that.
"but you go and fuck peacemaker, of all people? with some chick you don't even know? and then, what, you fucking tell me all about it? like none of it matters, like it's the most casual thing in the world," you continued, your words growing more and more frustrated.
but you didn't stop then. your voice only got even more and more passionate, making adrian shrink in on himself.
you didn't tend to ramble like this. that was mostly his thing. it unnerved him.
"i thought- fuck, i feel so fucking stupid â i thought there was something between you and me. i thought you liked me, but you know what? it's on me for assuming, i guess. i just- i don't know, all the flirting and all the touchiness. this is so fucking embarrassing!" you laughed bitterly, "i just needed a few days to, i don't know, bask in the embarrassment of realizing i'm actually just one of the dudes you share your sexcapades with, i guess."
adrian was buffering all throughout your rant. mouth agape in surprise and eyebrows all the way up to his hairline, his brain was still loading.
he was still stuck in that 'liked me back' comment, but then he heard the 'something between you and me' and the 'flirting and touchiness' and then he was convinced he felt his brain melting.
"'like me back'?" were the only words that left him after the fact.
you scoffed, unable to help yourself in chuckling a little, "is that all you got from that?"
he took the chance, smiling back and taking a tiny step forward.
"i mean, no. but, that's kinda the highlight, isn't it?"
you gave him a small nod, "maybe."
"you're not, uh, one of the dudes, by the way," he started, a little shy, "i'm, like, fucking obsessed with you, man- i mean, uh, babe?"
"adrian-"
"no, wait! let me finish. it's my turn!"
he sounded like a little kid asking for his turn at the playstation, so you couldn't help yourself in nodding, forcing back the smile he always managed to pull out of you.
you already felt like an idiot, taking something that was so casual to him in such a personal way. those stupid bonding activities were not news to you, but they hadn't happened in a long time. not since you and adrian began to hang out more, to become closer and teeter on the line between friendship and something more â but apparently you were the only one who interpreted it that way.
hearing him talk about it so casually, uttering the words 'dude' and 'man' in regards to you while he spoke about some chick he'd banged, how her tits looked, detailing the recoil of her ass and the length of chris' dick â yeah, it got to you. it shouldn't have, but it made you want to draw back from the friendship a little. at least until you got your feelings in check.
still, you knew that to adrian this was simply a misunderstanding, that he'd never dare to hurt you on purpose. and so you gave him a chance to speak.
he took a few seconds to think over his words, but the excitement of finally getting to talk to you swiftly took over.
"i'm so fucking into you, man. you literally have no idea. i talk about you to peacemaker all the time, and, like, i know you don't really like him, but i kinda need someone who'll listen to me go on and on and on about you â not that he really listens," he laughed awkwardly, "oh, right, uh, i didn't mean to sleep with someone else. i didn't know you wanted to, uhm- that you liked me. if i'd known- fuck! i would've gone crazy! i'm crazy about you! more than i usually am. i know literally everything about you, and i think about you aaaallll the fucking time," he continued, already locked in on his rant, "every time you smile at me, i feel like i'm going to die, and i fucking love showing you off when you come see me at fennel fields. i love when some fucking loser hits on you at a bar and you let me hold your waist so he thinks you're taken. and, fuck, i literally think about you every time i jerk off- i know you probably don't wanna hear that, but, i mean, it's true! it's kinda embarrassing, but, yeah, i felt like i was going to die with you not talking to me. pleaseee don't do that again. i'll do anything. i love you, i'm fucking insane about you-"
"adrian."
unbeknownst to him, that'd been about the fourth time you'd tried to interrupt his rant. he'd been too consumed by his own words, he'd missed it. he'd also missed the few steps you'd taken to close the distance between you. the only thing that caught his attention was the way you'd taken hold of his hands in yours after the fourth and final call of his name. it made him immediately stop in his tracks.
"... yes?"
"make it up to me, then."
except he didn't understand.
even as you stood right in front of him, your hands delicately holding onto his, eyes staring right up at his with no trace of anger left, adrian didn't understand. you could've yelled at him to kiss you, and he still wouldn't understand.
maybe it was kind of pathetic how easy it was for you to forgive and forget. maybe it was just your brain playing tricks on you, too weak to resist the perfect chance to cross that red line between friends and more. but it most likely was that you understood him. it was incredibly adrian of him to completely miss the mark about your feelings and show up like a kicked puppy afterwards begging for forgiveness.
so before he could open his mouth again, go and conjure up yet another rant about how sorry he was and how obsessed he was with you (which, swoon), you took action for yourself. again.
you did the most cliche thing possible. but adrian, he loved cliches. he loved those cheesy movies with the cheesy endings. he was a sucker for them.
at first, he froze against your lips, eyes wide, hands flexed at his sides as he tried to process what was happening. there was nothing in his brain other than a constant stream of youyouyouyouyou and whatthefuck? as he tried to get his lips to move along with yours.
the silent encouragement provided by your tongue was what woke him up, making him open his mouth with a readied moan that was immediately swallowed by your lips. he sighed, chasing your tongue and lifting his arms to take their rightful place on your waist, keeping you pressed against him.
the kiss was far too heavy for a first kiss, for an awkward and convoluted love confession. but it was incredibly fitting for the two of you.
adrian took it all in, tangling his tongue with yours, whining lightly when you'd catch his and keep it hostage between your lips. your fingers tangling in his hair felt like a heaven he didn't particularly believe in, but was willing to explore, citing this one moment as its solitary evidence.
when you pulled away, he whined again, chasing your lips numbly, only to be met from a contagious giggle from you.
"sometimes i forget what a fucking dumbass you can be," you huffed jokingly, pecking at his nose.
"so, uh, does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?"
you buried your face in his neck, bringing him in for a comfortable embrace. he physically purred at it.
"just- no more sexcapades with peacemaker, okay? only with me."
he pulled away in shock, a big grin taking over his face, "sexcapades? like, with you? really??"
again, you laughed, pulling away with a teasing smile, "come in and i'll show you."
almost tripping over his feet, he followed after you.
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âSummary â.á Adrian shows up unannounced at your door one night, and as you spend the night longer together, you both start talking about peculiar topics, until he blurs out something that suddenly changes everything between you two.
âTags/Warnings â§Ë°. 18+ ONLY, explicit, adrian chase/f!reader, eventual smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving!), porn with plot? maybe, adrian chase is a certified munch! descriptions of reader having female genitalia and a little body hair.
Writerâs note: english is not my first language, so please forgive me if there is any grammatical mistakes! this is my first fanfic, hope you like it! (donât be afraid to point out the grammatical mistakes please, and thank you!)
In every single relationship youâve been in, men didnât seem interested in the slightest to go down on you.
Youâll forever remember your first serious relationship. You had just finished going down on the guy, you were still on your knees in front of him, and you had politely asked if he would go down on you. Youâd always been curious about how it would feel, seeing so many girls online saying itâs one of the best feelings ever.
But you were met with a disgusted look, as he had grunted out a dry and final, âThatâs disgusting, holy shit. Why would you fucking ask me that? Itâs disgusting, and it smells and tastes even more horrible.â At the time, you were naive enough to believe him and apologized profusely after, explaining you truly didnât know any better.
When you guys had finally broken up two weeks later, you had immediately opened your laptop and did some research, even going as far as posting a Reddit thread titled:
âMy ex-boyfriend said men hated going down on women? Is that true?â
And you were met with multiple men saying that they, in fact, loved and even enjoyed giving oral sex to their girlfriends. And even multiple women had answered and shared familiar stories to yours, which all ended with them telling you that you will eventually find the right guy, which had obviously given you hope. Which was then sadly crushed during every single hookup youâve had ever since then.
You seemed to simply attract men who hated going down on women, and even had a deep-rooted hatred for it.
That was until you met Adrian Chase, obviously.
He was weird, a nerd and a total loser, talking at the speed of light about spiders, owls and crows. Everything he would say was horribly incorrect, but you would still enjoy listening to him talk.
You guys had met because of a common friend of yours, Chris. But youâd quickly grown closer and closer. And during a party at Harcourtâs apartment, your friendship had blossomed into something more. You had woken up, drooling on his chest, and your limbs were tangled up with his own.
After that faithful night, you had started hanging out just the two of you a lot more, having movie nights or simply going grocery shopping together. Just enjoying being in each other's presence. And you couldnât lie to yourself, you were insanely attracted to him. He was so attentive and sweet, always calling you randomly whenever he saw something that reminded him of you.
And he looked so damn pathetic sometimes, you just wanted to jump his bones whenever he would look at you with his big dumb eyes, and when he was wearing his Vigilante suit, you wanted to rip it off him with your own bare teeth. You felt downright feral.
You were peacefully watching a movie on your laptop, lying on your bed. But you couldnât help but let your mind wander to Adrian. Him and his big dumb eyes, and how, when he got covered in beer by Ade and Economos, you weren't able to stop your eyes from drifting down his chiseled body. And dear god, you could immediately tell he was packing. You felt like a pervert and quickly looked away after, taking a swig from your own beer.
Even if you had wished, you could've simply just licked off the beer going down Adrian's body.
You felt ever more perverted for doing so, but you couldnât stop yourself when your hand drifted down your body to tease the band of your panties. You were already dripping. Your hand slipped lower, your eyes closing as images of Adrian flashed through your mind.
Before your hand could make contact with your clit, you were suddenly rudely interrupted by a loud banging against your door. You yanked your hand out of your panties before groaning and throwing your head back, pissed off. The banging continued, and you threw yourself out of bed, not even bothering to look before opening the door and yelling a very pissed off, âWhat?â
Your face fell as you quickly realized who was at your door.
âWell, isnât that a warm welcome!â Adrian chirped happily as he pushed you aside and made his way into your apartment, like he owned the place. He put down two grocery bags on your kitchen table and immediately started to put the stuff away in your pantry.
âSorry, I was in the middle of something important,â You lied quickly. âWhat are you doing here? and whatâs in the bags?â You questioned as you made your way towards the bags, snooping through them.
âI thought we could have a movie night again, we havenât had one in a while, and then I remembered last time you didnât have any types of snacks, which I thought was pretty sad, so then I stopped by a gas station and bought everything I thought we could need. Oh, and I saw this sick ass spider in the store, it made me think of you, andâŚâ Your mind silenced his speech, as you felt yourself throbbing in your underwear. Maybe you were just as pathetic as him, but after accepting less than the bare minimum for so long, a guy who actually cares and thinks about you simply turned you on.
You nodded mindlessly to his speech before cutting him off. âSure, a movie's good, can I pick?â He looked up at you before smiling brightly and letting out a soft âOf course.â
You picked a bad and cheesy romance movie that had come out recently on Netflix, since you guys loved criticizing everything about bad romance movies. You had started it as he brought over the insane amount of snacks he had bought, with his own money, nothing less.
You guys had ended up watching a couple of bad movies, and now the fourth one was playing more as background noise as you guys talked about anything and everything.
âOh, Chris was talking to me the other day about this horrible hookup he had with this chick,â Adrian started, already laughing softly. âThey went back to her place, right? Got all cozy in her bed, before she reached and opened her bedside drawer, and then, she pulled out this huge, big, ginormous and veinyââ And you had already heard enough, quickly cutting him off with a hand over his mouth.
âI donât need to hear anything else, please, Adrian, donât torture me.â You basically pleaded.
When you took your hand away, he burst out in laughter, before quickly wiping away the tears that had gathered in his eyes and looking at you with a huge grin. âOkay, but youâre missing out,â He sighed contentedly, before pushing his glasses up his nose, which were slowly slipping off. âWhat about you? Any bad hookup stories? Because I have a bunch that's for sure.â
You sighed as you stretched out on the couch, lying down as your feet went up to rest on his lap, his hand coming up to wrap around your ankle, his thumb mindlessly caressing it. âOh god, donât even get me started, I seem to attract a very specific type of guy for some reason, genuinely canât remember if Iâve ever even had a good hook up.â You groan out, covering your eyes with one of your hands.
âWhat?â Adrian gasped. âThatâs impossible, I donât believe it.â He adds. âNo, no, itâs true, like genuinely I have to be cursed or something at this point.â You stated as you let out a small self-deprecating laugh.
âWhat was so bad about them?â He questions innocently, and you finally remove your hand that was covering your eyes, lifting yourself on your elbows, before giving him a questioning look. âAre you sure you want to know? Isnât that going to be a weird conversation? Me talking about my past hookups in detail?â You canât help but question, but the second the question is out of your mouth, heâs shaking his head no.
âOf course not, Chris and I always talk about our hookups! I donât find it weird or embarrassing, sex is a normal thing.â He quickly adds, with a smile on his face.
"Okay, well, this might be dumb, but as a young girl, I always heard about how being eaten out is this fantastic thing, right?" You motioned mindlessly with your hands as you continued speaking. "So I always wanted to try it. It was like this huge fantasy of mine. But when I finally got the courage to ask my first boyfriend if he wanted to go down on me, I was met with this pure look of disgust on his face." You explained, still thinking about the look he gave you, it was almost like you had asked him to eat raw human flesh.
You could see Adrian's face fall, and he opened his mouth to answer, but you quickly cut him off.
"And ever since then, all the men I've hooked up with either refuse to go down on women or are simply horrible at doing so. Or maybe somethings wrong with me and I simply don't enjoy being eaten out." You shrug, trying your best to look unbothered. "Maybe the girl friends I've had also lied about it being that good." You quickly added.
Once you were done talking, you lifted your head only to find him looking at you with a shocked expression.
You opened your mouth to speak, but he quickly cut you off. âIt isnât disgusting. What are they talking about? Like, I can understand not wanting to if itâs like your first time, but with a long-term girlfriend? And someone said to you that it was dirty and gross? Thatâs literally the biggest lie, and not even anatomically correct, especially since you guys basically have a self-cleaning engine down there!â He huffed out, motioning between your legs, and you couldnât help but burst out laughing, looking at his exasperated expression on his face.
He was still talking but you were too busy laughing to pay attention.
âLike, come on, thatâs so insane, like even I would gladly eat you out, like literally right now if you asked, and youâre telling me theyââ That made you stop in your tracks, your face going blank as you stopped laughing suddenly, looking at him, shocked.
âWhat?â you said loudly, interrupting whatever he was still going on about. His eyes slid to yours, looking slightly confused. âWhat?â He questioned innocently, looking at you with his big dumb eyes.
âAdrian, what did you just say?â You said quickly, sitting up straight, still not believing what had just slipped out of his mouth.
He paused briefly, like he was wondering what made you react in such a way. âI said I would gladly eat you out if you asked? Whatâs wrong?â He responded, genuinely confused, and your mouth dropped open. âAre you not hearing yourself right now, Adrian?â You paused briefly, âDo you hear what youâre saying? You canât say shit like that as a joke.â You explained, slightly out a breath, your heart beating the fastest it has ever beaten.
âOh, but Iâm not joking? I donât understand why youâre making such a big deal out of this?â He responded, his eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion.
âDo you mean that?â You asked breathlessly, your eyes wide. âYeah, of course, if you didnât know, youâre like insanely hot, like the first time I saw you, I seriously popped a boner right then and there, Iâm not even lying.â He huffed out casually, even shrugging at the end.
You didnât give him more time to think as you leaped towards him, climbing on his lap before smashing your lips with his, in a messy and uncoordinated kiss.
He immediately kissed back, his tongue running over your lower lip, asking for permission, which you gladly granted. As your tongues met for the first time, he let out a groan, and you couldnât help how your hips twitched and rubbed against him. You immediately pulled away.
He tried to follow your mouth briefly, but you softly pushed him back, looking at him with a questioning look in your eyes. âHow are you already rock hard, dude?â
âOh, Iâve been hard for a bit. When you brought up wanting to be eaten out, I immediately pictured myself between your thighs, and that immediately got me hard.â He explains like itâs the most normal thing in the entire world. And your mind went blank. Usually, you like focusing on your partners, but in that moment, all you wanted was his head between your thighs.
âAdrian, I need you to eat me out, like right now, in my room.â You explained quickly as you got up from his lap. His eyes widened, and he froze briefly before a huge grin broke out on his face, as he got up and followed you into your bedroom. He looked like a man who was determined to prove a point, which, knowing him, he probably was.
You quickly opened the door to your room, as your hands found his shirt and lifted it, throwing it in a random corner of your room. Your own shirt came off briefly after, and he let out a small âHoly shit,â under his breath.
Your hand came between your bodies as you undid his belt, not even bothering to remove it from his jeans as you unzipped them and pulled them down, revealing the pretty impressive bulge between his legs, confined in his white boxers. His hands pushed down your sweatpants, and you stepped out of them.
He backed you up until your calves hit the edge of your bed, and he bent down to mouth at your neck. âYou are so fucking gorgeous.â He mumbled against your neck.
"Like you can't even imagine how many times I've jerked off to the thought of eating you out. You could sit on my face and suffocate me until I died, and I would genuinely come back to hunt you and find a way to eat you out again." He rambled off, a huge smile on his face, and your eyes widened before letting out a small, shocked laugh.
And then you couldnât take it anymore, your hands came up to grab his broad shoulders, as you pushed him down slightly. He immediately dropped to his knees before you, looking up at you with those pathetic eyes of his. His glasses were slightly askew on his nose, and for some reason, you found that strangely attractive. You sat down on your bed, looking down at him before a wave of shyness engulfed you.
You hadnât shaved down there in at least a week, and what if he thought it was disgusting? But that thought was quickly thrown out of the window as he spread your legs using his hands, moaning at the sight of the wet patch you had left on your underwear.
He carefully dragged your underwear down your legs, as his eyes stayed fixed on your center. Once they were off, he threw them to the side. You tried closing your legs, now feeling extremely exposed, but he stopped you, using his strength, spreading your legs apart even more, before grabbing your hips and dragging you to the edge of the bed.
He put your legs on his shoulder, staring in awe at your dripping pussy. He tore his gaze away as he looked up at you, a sort of dazed look on his face.
âTell me if anything doesnât feel good, okay? and if you want to stop, just push me away.â He explained, as his hands delicately caressed your thighs, as he waited for you to verbally give him consent.
Once you did, he took off his glasses and put them on your bed. He kissed up your thighs until he was right where you wanted him, his warm breath making you clench around nothing.
âYour pussy is so fucking gorgeous, and youâre soaking wet for meâ Oh my god, this is better than any wet dream Iâve ever had.â
You opened your mouth to tell him to hurry up, but a broken moan escaped you as he licked a wet strip up your folds. Your thighs closed around his head, and he couldn't help but let out a deep groan against your clit, which made your back arch off the bed momentarily.
The noises he was making between your legs were downright pornographic.
Your moans, his groans, and the noises of him slurping and licking your pussy flooded the room. It sounded so incredibly filthy that your eyes clenched shut, your stomach flexing briefly. Your hand trailed down your own body as you went to give attention to your clit, as his main focus right now seems to be to lick up as much of your arousal as he possibly could, savoring it like a starved man.
The second your hand made contact with your clit, it got slapped away suddenly, and instead was directed to his head, your fingers sinking into his curls and pulling, which made a groan escape him. As one of his hands came up to rub small and tight circles against your clit.
âFuck, AdrianâŚâ You breathe out, pleasure coursing through your body.
He briefly lifted his head to bite and suck on your inner thighs. âFuck, you taste so fucking good. Need you to cum on my tongue.â He said breathlessly as he looked up from between your thighs, squinting his eyes slightly, trying to see your face as best as he could. His mouth and chin were glistening with your arousal, his hair a mess with your senseless pulling from earlier, and he looked so genuinely fucked out and pathetic.
You swear you could have cum simply by looking at him.
âIâm close, please. Adrian.â You practically begged, and he nodded his head quickly before diving back in. He immediately sucked on your clit, as his fingers came down to tease your hole. You clenched around nothing before he inserted a finger into you, slowly. Your head fell back in pleasure, as your thighs closed around his head briefly before relaxing once more. He kept a steady motion with his mouth as a second finger came to join the first one.
You felt your stomach clench, your legs shaking lightly. âFuck.â You whimpered softly. And for some reason, that seemed to make him even more motivated.
His tongue dipped down to tease your entrance, where his fingers were keeping a steady pace, before briefly coming back up to your clit, sucking and licking it like his life depended on it. You lifted yourself slightly using your elbows to look down at him, and as you did so, he lifted his gaze to yours, as his tongue kept a torturing pace on your clit.
âYou smell so fucking good, and youâre fucking dripping for me. Holy shit, I want to drown in your fucking pussy.â He mumbled against you.
Your hand that was resting on his head ran through his curls softly before you sank your fingers into them once more and pulled. His eyes closed and his eyebrows drew up in pleasure as he let out a loud and shaky whimper, and his reaction made you clench around his fingers as you felt yourself cumming, throwing back your head as your back arched off the bed as you moaned loudly, âShit, AdrianâŚâ and he simply groaned loudly in response.
He removed his fingers softly, but continued mouthing at your clit gently until you pushed him away softly, feeling overstimulated. He gave one final lick up your folds before pulling away and laying his head on your thigh.
Looking up at you with a dazed look and a lazy grin on his face, his mouth still glistening from your arousal, which had apparently started leaking down his neck, and that makes you clench around nothing helplessly. He looked drunk. Pussy drunk to be more precise.
You patted your bed softly, motioning for him to come up and lie down beside you. He does so immediately, and the second he lies down beside you, your hand trails down his abs as you cup him through his boxers. But you're simply met with a wet patch, and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise as you lift your head and look down at his crotch, your mouth dropping open.
âYou came in your pants?⌠from eating me out?â You say breathlessly, as you look up to see a sheepish smile on his face. âYeah, sorry, you just tasted so fucking good, and you kept crushing my head between your thighs, and fuck, how you would say my name? I couldnât handle it.â
You look at him dazed, before a lazy grin makes its way on your face. âThatâs probably the hottest thing a man has ever said to me, Adrian.â You say breathlessly as you crawl on top of him, licking your arousal from around his mouth before giving him a deep and passionate kiss. His hands come up to softly hold your hips, before he pulls away and pulls you into a hug.
âPlease tell me this wasnât a one-time thing.â He questions, a nervous tone in his voice.âOh no, Iâm not letting you go after this.â You respond softly before lifting your head and kissing his cheek lightly. Before laying your head on his chest.
âGood, because the number of times Iâve jerked off to the thought of you should be criminal at this point, all right. I literally jerked off in my car before coming up to your apartment.â He says casually. That makes you pause before looking up at him. âAdrian, Holy shit.â You mutter, your eyes going wide.
âWhat? Was that weird to say? Iâm sorryââ He gets cut off by your hand coming to cover his mouth. âWhen you knocked on my door, I was about to touch myself because I couldnât stop picturing you shirtless and covered in beer from Harcourtâs party.â You say quickly as you look at him, letting your hand that was covering his mouth fall.
âOhâ Holy shit? Well damn. That basically means weâre soulmates, I hope you know that.â He says very seriously, bringing you closer to him as he pecks your lips softly. And you canât help but let a soft and happy giggle escape you. You donât think youâve ever felt this good after sex.
âThank you, by the way.â You say, your eyes suddenly feeling heavy as you cuddle up to him. âI should be the one thanking you, Iâm going to eat you out so much youâll get tired of it.â He says very seriously, and you believe him, as you place one final kiss on his chest, before letting sleep take over your body.
(The next morning, you woke up cleaned and in one of your favorite oversized t-shirts, the smell of bacon coming from your kitchen, and you canât help but feel like youâve just won the goddamn lottery.)
⤡ Authorâs Note ËËË Thank you for reading! I hope some people are going to enjoy this! Currently writing some more stuff for Adrian Chase and Gideon Gemstone, as well as some Clark Kent stuff! Please keep in mind this is my first fanfic, so it might not be the best!
It's past midnight at your gym security job, and the cute member who's been coming around for months slips off the treadmill. What starts as a panic quickly turns into something a lot more exciting. [masterlist]
pairing: adrian chase x f!reader
tags: 18+ ONLY, explicit, strangers to lovers, injury, casual voyeurism if you squint, semi-public sex, somewhat canon compliant, this does use my headcanon for adrian's healing factor, cunnilingus, fingering, protected sex, cute ending
word count: 7.1k+
a/n: this is my favorite adrian fic of mine, reposting to give it new life on this blog <33
The back office at the gym was a jail cell. A tight, stuffy room with air conditioning that blew up at the ceiling and rattled a loose tile incessantly. There you sat, an envoy on wheels in front of four cheap monitors, overseeing the entire gym. Members weren't even aware the place was staffed after sunset, the sparse three or four gym goers coming to lift in peace.
That's how you like it, locked in your trashy little back office with snacks from the vending machine and the whole place mostly to yourself. Got a lot of reading done, and sometimes...sometimes, something interesting happened.
Tonight is one of those nights.
You'd seen him in the gym now and again when the sun was far gone and the night was settled into its typical peaceful terror. Dark brown hair, wire-rim glasses, always in a baggy shirt and black sweatpants. Sometimes he'd come in with a sheen of sweat already, his hair sticking to his forehead and the glasses askew, but as long as he did his reps without strangling himself, it wasn't much your business what state he came in.
The one thing that really stuck out was that he scanned his member card at the empty desk when he came in. It was already required at the card reader by the locked front door, but he always scanned it twice. A little peculiar, but better than the guys who thought midnight meant they could have their shirts off while they sweat all over the equipment.
You shudder to yourself in the room watching one of those exact men hop around from machine to machine without wiping them off. It isn't your job to clean up after grown men, but when he leaves, you still slump out of the chair with a grumble and make a quick trip around the floor, rag and disinfectant in hand.
There were horror stories of diseases transmitted via gym equipment, and the thought alone is enough to keep you scrubbing.
The sound of a muffled beep from outside stops you in your tracks, however, and you all but throw the supplies away as you dash back to the office.
A second beep from inside the gym settles the lingering nerves, and you sip your water as you watch Glasses slip into the locker room. You prefer not to assume the worst of the guys who work out at night, but this one seemed especially harmless. If he'd seen you, it wouldn't have been the scariest thing in the world.
You throw your feet up on the desk and recline in your chair as he comes out of the locker room, heading for the treadmill. He pushes his glasses up before he starts running, adjusting a pair of wired earphones as he finds his rhythm.
The picture on your monitor isn't exactly high definition, but he's got a nice profile, good stature. He runs with a little pep in his step. You can see his reflection in the monitor to the left, camera centered on a row of mirrors in front of the weight rack. He grimaces as he runs, bottom lip pulled down, teeth gritted.
Watching him breathe in through his teeth jumpstarts your own manual breathing. You close your lips and focus on pulling breath in through your nostrils, eyes trained on the stranger running on screen.
You watch him do the same as he slows the treadmill half a mileâs speed, one heavy breath out to reorient himself.
His eyes flick around to the nearest camera, or at least, it looks like they do, and for a second it's like he's in on the moment, breathing with you.
Shaking your head, you laugh quietly to yourself and flick your thumb over the pages of your book. All you could do during the night shift was imagine, these sappy, fantastic words carrying you away, sometimes head over heels.
You'd never heard Glasses speak, didn't know his name, and he was unaware you even existed.
He's just a cute stranger on a treadmill, and you're just bored.
You watch him speed back up, fumbling with his earbuds once again, when he loses his feet out from under him.
You gasp, sitting up and rushing out of the back office before you see him settle into his fall.
âOh my god, sir, are you alright?â You keep a couple foot's distance. He isn't twisted or bent in any weird ways, by all appearances he just fell flat on the floor, but you'd rather not risk the liability by touching him before he asks for help.
âOw, motherfucker.â His voice has a kick to it, with an edge of irritation, and he starts pushing himself up with the arm that landed under his torso. âShit! Ow!â
You give him a wide berth as you come around to turn the treadmill off, the emergency clip crumpled at the bottom of the cupholder.
âSir, I work here, I'm the night security officer, can I help you get up?â
He extends his free arm toward you, âThis arm is the uninjured one.â
You wrap it around your shoulder, settling your hand on his back and supporting him best you can as he wobbles up. There was weight to him that you didn't expect, and couldn't surmise based on the squashed ratio of the office monitors.
âThere's a first aid kit in the back, okay, and I'll call you an ambulance if ââ
âNo! No hospitals, I'm sure I'm alright. Just need a nap.â
He favors his arm as you guide him to the manager's office, parallel to the security office and tucked away from the floor.
âA nap is probably the last thing you need...if you have a concussion orâor a broken armââ
âMm-mm, didn't hit my head.â He lets you sit him down on the cheap couch in the office. Your boss said it was for wooing investors, but it's been a nap couch more than anything. Now it served as a half-assed gurney.
âSirââ
âAdrian, my name is Adrian.â There was a coarseness to the way he spoke now, like the shock and hurt had settled into anger and impatience.
It felt informal and just too personal to use his name, the spirit of customer service holding tight to formality and pleasantries. Still, you relented, knowing pleasantries were the least of your worries right now.
âAdrian, you're bleeding from your lip, and your arm...â
He licks his bottom lip, smearing the blood away with his tongue, and his nose scrunches in response to the taste.
âI'll take an alcohol wipe.â
You dart over to the first aid kit on the wall and return with gauze, wipes, and a handful of bandages. Sitting down on the coffee table opposite Adrian, you pull back when he reaches for the supplies.
âSorry, I have to administer first aid care if you don't want me to call an ambulance. They made me take a whole course and everything.â You slip on a pair of gloves.
âUnderstood, laying back down, and just so you know, I'm not allergic to latex.â He settles into the corner of the couch, cradling his arm, slowly circling his wrist, then his shoulder, his fingers pressing along the bones to feel for pain. He watches you tear open the alcohol wipe.
âWe don't use latex gloves, but thanks. This will probably sting, sorry.â You press the wipe to his lip, and his nostrils flare, but he keeps from hissing or flinching, if he'd had the notion to do so at all.
Wiping the blood from his lip, you replace it with the gauze, âOnce we get this bleeding stopped, we can see how bad it really is. When you ran your tongue over your lip, did it feel like you busted it? Just nod or shake your head for me, don't talk.â
He shakes his head, and you catch sight of his eyes for the first real time. It isn't so much the glinting pale green as it is the way he keeps them open, wide and alert, like a deer in headlights. He doesn't seem afraid, just aware, watching you as you press the gauze into his lip.
âThat's good.â You gingerly nod, âAnd the arm? You don't think it's broken?â
He shakes his head again, and stretches the arm out in front of him, wincing, but circling his wrist to show off the mobility.
âOkay, okay, don't do that. You could have a hairline fracture or something, you landed on it right?â
He nods.
âCould have pinched a nerve or bruised something. I'll have to write up an incident report, especially since you don't want an ambulance called. Are you sure you don't want me to call?â
He nods again, and you press a fresh piece of gauze to his lip, dabbing to be certain the blood has stopped.
âI'm gonna take a look at your lip now, do you mind?â
âAll yours.â His voice is still low, and he lets you tilt his face this way and that as you inspect the lip. His breath hits you as you tug his lip down to check the inside, a small hitch before an exhale, his body stiff for that split second.
âAlright, it's not totally busted, looks like you bit it during the fall, but just the outside punctured. There's really not a good bandaid for lips, unfortunately, but it should scab soon.â
You get up to toss the used supplies in the trash, and pull a sheet from the bottom drawer of the desk.
âI'll need your autograph on this guy once I've filled it out, sound good?â
Adrian half smiles at you, and shakes his head, âI don't sign anything without a lawyer present.â
You stare at him and press two fingers to your forehead, sighing, âIâokay, I'll have to call the general manager then, andââ
âGotcha! Just a joke, you know, to lighten the mood. This is all pretty serious, but I'm fine, really! I just need a nap.â He settles horizontally on the couch, blinking hard, âI'll sign your paper after, deal?â
There's a pause, and he squints his eyes at you, âC'mon, are naps illegal here or something?â
âWell, no, but it's really dangerous for you to nap right now, I'm sorry, sir, butââ
âGreat, then you can just watch me sleep the whole time. If I start dying, wake me up, but I'm one-hundred percent sure I'll be okay. I've fallen hundreds of times in my life.â He yawns, âAnd my name...â His eyelids slide closed, â...is Adrian...not 'sir.â
Before you can protest again, he's passed out, and you watch his chest rise and fall steadily. You grab a pen from the desk and sit on the floor next to him, scribbling out the incident report, your free hand hovering in front of his mouth to keep track of his breathing.
It's a short report, you stare at the last sentence, bolded with your pen: MEMBER DENIES EMERGENCY MEDICAL TRANSPORT AND ASSUMES FULL RESPONSIBILITY OF INJURY UPON LEAVE FROM THE PREMISES.
You sit for several more minutes, rereading the report, watching Adrian's breathing. The arm he hurt slowly falls from where it lays atop his chest, settling parallel to his body. He doesn't wince in his sleep, and his lips stay parted, a quiet snore vibrating past his mouth.
His sweat dried hair curls over his forehead, dark strands shining under the warm table lamp light.
When the adrenaline calms, and you aren't so immediately terrified of Adrian's state of injury, your thoughts again begin to wander.
He sleeps so peacefully on the couch, his featuresâobjectively pretty whether you agree or notâstill as he breathes, strong jaw giving way to a muscular neck, collarbones peeking out from the loose neckline of a too-big tee.
This man is gorgeous.
His little visage in the monitors didn't do him justice, a tiny grainy thing that lost the detail of his eyelashes, and the curve of his arms.
You aren't sure where to put this ill-timed, odd-placed attraction to the injured, sleeping man in front of you. You're sure it's inappropriate on some degree, unachievable on another.
He stirs for the first time and you jump up into one of the chairs around the coffee table, rereading the report again and again as he blinks awake with a quiet groan.
âMorning, were you watching me the whole time I was asleep?â He has a real smile, and you watch him push up to sit with ease, weight on his injured arm.
âYou told me I should, so...â You slide the report closer to him, and offer the pen, âDeal's a deal.â
âThat it is.â He scans the paper, muttering to himself, and nodding in approval. âYeah, I'll take responsibility. I'm good as new, anyway.â He reaches for the pen with the injured arm, and signs the paper.
âYour arm sure is doing better.â You slip the paper into a folder on the desk, and drop the pen back in its place.
âTold you it would be.â He pushes himself up and walks over to you, placing both hands on either hip. âSleep is the best medicine, after all.â
âPretty sure laughter is the best medicine.â
He laughs at that, âThat doesn't make any sense.â
You chuckle alongside him, a little charmed and a little thrown off.
âYou're not wearing a nametag, you know, and you never introduced yourself.â
Adrian shifts gears faster than anyone you've ever seen, and you stutter in response, âOh, right, well I don't really interact with the members so I just don't bother.â
âLong name.â
He smiles again, and you laugh before finally offering up your name.
âThat makes more sense. Now onto the second most important question.â He leans in, hands still on his hips, âCan I see the security footage of me falling?â
âIâ well, I can't take anyone into the security office...â
His features go crestfallen, and he looks away from you. Something about disappointing him drives a stake through your chest, and you're eager to wipe that upset from his face.
âB-but, I can take video of it on my phone and show you.â
As quickly as his demeanor falls, it lights back up, and he leans against the desk, crossing his arms, âI'll be awaiting your return!â
You tut, âCan't have anyone in the office without supervision either, you can wait out on the floor.â
âSay less.â He hops up and hurries out of the room.
You pop across the hall into the security office, rewinding through footage on the attached laptops. It doesn't take long to find movement amidst the minutes of stillness.
It was a hard fall, and you're genuinely amazed he made it up with minor scuffs and a possible bruise.
Flicking your gaze up to the current monitors, you see Adrian pacing the rows between machines, weaving in and out, doing figure eights at random. He pauses to look around, finding the nearest security camera, and he gives a quick wave before pointing toward the locker room. He shakes his hand over his mouth, like someone drinking from a glass.
If you were thinking differently, it could be something more suggestive, but the thought doesn't cross your mind. Not even for a split second.
Crossing the gym floor, phone in hand, you knock at the doorway to the locker room, âAdrian, you in here?â
âYep, and I'm totally decent.â
âWell, I'd hope so.â You find him sat on a wooden bench, screwing the lid back onto a sad looking water bottle.
âWell, it is a locker room.â He says it without attitude, just an apparent fact that yeah, he could've been indecent in here.
You sit down next to him, and he scoots closer, your shoulders brushing together briefly, âIt was a pretty bad fall, brace yourself.â
You're not exactly sure what reaction you were expecting from him, but the raucous laughter that follows the video isn't it.
Adrian leans back, his hand on his stomach, and he just about slips off the bench before catching himself. You're not sure you've ever heard such true laughter before, not for a long time, at least.
âCan I see it again?â He can barely get the words out, but you play it again, and he continues to lose it. The laughter echoes in the tile covered locker room, and you can't help yourself when you start to laugh as well.
Covering your face with a hand, you catch his gaze, laughing together for several minutes before you have to find your breath. His hand is on your shoulder, steadying you both, not harsh, just stable.
âOh, man,â His voice has lifted, and he shakes his head, âYou've gotta send that to me. Please tell me that's allowed.â
âYeah, sure, nothing in the rulebook that outlaws that.â You cool with the last dredges of your laughter, cheeks warm and smile lines firm in your face. âHere, put your number in.â
He hands the phone back to you, having sent himself a text that says 'Hi Adrian!'
You send the video right then and there, watching as he pulls his phone out from his bag with a smile. He loses it with laughter upon replay, and he texts back a string of merman emojis.
âMerman? Didn't even know that existed.â
âThe ocean is full of crazy stuff, Aquaman is really just the tip of the iceberg.â He slips his phone back into his bag, and turns to you, a smile stuck on his face.
You smile in response, too awestruck to speak. He has the enthusiastic cadence of a party clown, with none of the added discomfort. You actually feel at ease sitting here with him in the late hours of the night. Panicked beginnings aside, he'd woken with what seemed like a new lease on life, and pulled a total 180 on you.
He shifts the conversation when you break eye contact, his firm stare warming your cheeks and kicking up butterflies.
âMy friends and I go to this bar on Saturdays, you should come and tell the whole story to them! The video is cool and all, but nothing beats an eyewitness account, it'd be so badass.â His voice sounds genuine, but it's a pretty big leap from one moment to the next.
âIââ You let out a quiet laugh, wanting to jump at the opportunity to see him somewhere in the actual, real world, and not immediately following a potentially catastrophic fall. There's no way he's serious, though, and you shake your head without meeting his eyes.
He swings a leg over the bench and scoots closer, âAre you shy or something? You were totally cool and collected when I busted my ass an hour agoâŚâ Pondering for a moment, he frowns, âOh, or do you not want to drink beer with me and my friends? It's your choice, but I gotta say you'd be missing out, one of my friends is a lesbian so she can get us into a bar where the beer tastes like skittles.â
You laugh again, and meet his eyes, âI just kinda thought you were joking about that.â
He furrows his brow, âNo way, dude, it really would be badass! And maybe my best friend would finally get off my ass about finding another chick to join the crew.â
Getting carried away, he animates with his hands, and changes his voice, âHe'd be all 'Wow, Adrian, where'd you find this babe, that's so awesome of you.' and I'd tell him how you came to my rescue like a minor league superhero, then you can tell them the rest of the story.â
Catching your unwavering eyeline, he straightens his posture, âOr, y'know, something totally different and more casual.â
All you can do is laugh. You're being pulled between calm familiarity and daunting giddiness. By all accounts, you should have returned to the back office, bidding Adrian goodnight and hoping the nap truly was some magic fix-it.
But here you were, sitting in the sterile, silent locker room next to him, in a pause that only grew more tense with each passing second.
âI'm in.â You finally speak, swallowing the nerves that thrum in your chest, âAs long as you actually do introduce me as the babe that saved your life.â
You extend a hand.
Adrian lights up, and he takes it, âDeal.â
A good handshake should last two or three seconds, based on every job interview you've ever had, but Adrian shakes your hand for a long, long time. His smile remains enthusiastic, but you're almost certain he's slowly pulling you in with the tight grip of his hand.
You let it ride, inching closer on the smooth lacquered wood of the bench, almost invisibly.
His eyes stay wide as he makes his first obvious move, leaning in, your hands close to his chest.
âWould it be weird if we kissed right now?â
Your breath hitches. The question comes out of thin air, but with the constant whiplash of your entire time knowing Adrian, it isn't a complete surprise. You part your lips to respond, a weak stutter escaping.
âWaitââ
There's an immediate disappointment that pounds in your heart, and you watch Adrian's eyes flicker around the locker room. He leans closer, âAre there cameras...in here?â
âNo.â You whisper, and then, a little louder, âTo both questions.â
The slow smile of realization crosses his lips, and before you can even decipher why, he's kissing you.
It isn't rough or quick or even with very much passion, but it's a good, solid kiss. He wraps his hand around yours, cradling them between your chests, smiling through it. This doesn't have the familiarity you felt sitting next to him, but it wasn't lighting you up inside either.
It was a first kiss, truly. Bumpy and awkward, and you found your mind rewinding through the night, wondering how you ended up here. How you'd managed to find the one gym weirdo who put you at ease and was cute enough to kiss so early into an official meeting. Another part of you felt like a creeper, having seen him so many nights, having fixated a little when you got restless with your books.
You pull away, and he searches for your lips with his eyes closed before accepting the loss, still holding onto your hand.
âAdrian, I know we honestly literally just met, but I feel like I should tell you something.â
âOkay.â He sits expectantly, his glasses askew.
âI've been watching you in the back office for like, a long time.â Your eyes settle on your intertwined hands.
He tuts, and rolls his eyes with a smile, âOf course you have, it's your job.â
âNo, like, you specifically. I dunno, you're the cutest person who comes in during the night shift, and it's pretty boring back there most of the time. It just felt weird because I've known of you for a while, but you didn't even know I was here, and, I don't know, I feel like a creeper kissing you.â
He raises his eyebrows, âYou think I'm the cutest person? I kinda thought you were kissing me out of pity, like, maybe you're afraid I really do have a concussion and could die.â
You laugh, âYou sure you don't want to go to the hospital?â
He shakes his head, âNope, don't need it.â Leaning in, there's an excitement in his voice when he next speaks, âI will take another kiss, though.â
The next kiss is less awkward, and Adrian's free hand coils around your waist to pull you as close as he can get you on the bench. He drops your hand and slips his fingers around the back of your neck, enveloping you with his touch.
This feels like the kind of kiss that happens more than once. You knot a hand in his shirt, and rest the other atop his thigh. You're certain he had you tight in his grip, but the hand on his thigh was more a mental ground than anything else, your fingertips squeezing his musculature.
You could get very easily carried away in a kiss like this, and with Adrian's hold tight around you, it doesn't take long to decide you'll go as far as he wants in this locker room.
Slipping a hand in his hair, you tug him away from your lips, exposing his throat. Your eyes meet his as you drag your mouth up towards his cheekbone, dotting kisses around his face, down to the edge of his jaw, and finally to the pulpit of his neck. The faintest trace of salt is stuck on his skin, a remnant of the workout that led you here, and you latch your lips to the spot until all you can taste is skin.
When you pull back, there's a rosy pink mark, and his eyes are glossing over. You peck his lips with yours, and he blinks hard, leaning into the direction your fingers graze against his scalp.
His eyes catch yours, and as he comes back to the moment, you see the faintest flicker of his eyelids, the slightest kick of his eyebrow.
Without a word, he tugs you into his lap on the bench, and you fumble at the sight of his arms flexing around you.
He's cute alright, but the bits of his body that you can see are absolutely outrageous.
His hands find home on your hips, and he leans backward to lay on the hardwood, pulling you down with him, your breath connecting your mouths before you can find enough footing to kiss again.
You don't need the guidance of his hands to start rocking back and forth on top of him, the need that follows his tongue in your mouth is more than enough to get you going, but the burning touch of his fingerprints isn't unwelcome.
Between kisses he mutters, âYou comfortable? Your legs spread just right?â It should come off more facetious than it does, there's a layer of desperation to it, a desire to please.
You hum into his mouth, âMm, for now.â And he chuckles at the response, whispering, âGood, and you're sure there are no cameras in here?â
âCertain, but we can move somewhere else if you're nervous.â
He shifts a hand from your hip to your hair, running a fingertip along the hairline, his thumb over your eyebrow. He taps you on the nose, âNot nervous, just don't want you to lose this cool job because of me.â
You lean down for another kiss, and slip a hand under the hem of his shirt, âIt'd be worth it.â
Adrian shuts up then, letting you slide the shirt over his head and toss it into the open bag beside you. You knew on some level he had to be muscularâhe came to the gym five times a week, but you still aren't prepared for the breadth of his muscle. His pecs are spattered with light freckles, and he has a harsh farmer's tan on his arms.
You sit back on his lap, just admiring the view, circling your hips a little to watch him squirm underneath you.
He giggles, the faintest blush blooming under his cheeks.
âWow. Iâwow.â You exhale.
Tugging you back down, Adrian shushes you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing from your pulse to your clothed shoulder. Your skin underneath almost burns for his lips on you, and you wrench off the branded gym shirt without his prompting.
âWoah, I thought I was the eager one.â
You shush him now, and with the decision made for him, his hands roam over the warm body you've given him.
He doesn't ask when he slips his fingertips underneath the cup of your bra, his palm over your breast, the other hand fiddling with the clasp. When it snaps free, he's quick to wrap his mouth over your exposed breast, tongue swirling around the field of nerves, just faintly sucking.
Grinding your hips down harder, he pulls back from your chest with a pop! and his eyes drag down your body.
âI can't believe this is happening.â He breathes, both hands coming over your breasts now, sliding up slowly to watch how they fall back into place when he lets go. He seems mesmerized, and you draw his attention by pulling a hand up to your mouth, and letting him slip two fingers over your tongue.
You haven't exactly been dreaming about this moment, not really. It's more an intrigue, a curiosity. Adrian wasn't a crush, just the cute boy at the gym that got you through your boring night shifts sometimes.
And yet, he was here, laid out in front of you, his fingers in your mouth, and his cock hard underneath you.
In your wildest dreams you wouldn't have imagined this much.
Everything you do seems to mesmerize him, and now he watches with awe as you swirl your tongue around his fingers, his interest cut with moans as you grind on his bulge.
His hips languish towards you, not bucking exactly, just pushing, an almost involuntary side effect of the desperation that's spiraling in him.
You take the soaked fingers from your mouth and guide them down to the hem of your track pants, watching as Adrian's eyes follow with excitement.
He's all but given himself over to youâthere are little moments when you can feel him trying to gain some control, but he just as quickly falls back into this quiet hypnosis, eager to please and ready to do whatever you want of him.
Guiding his hands over the wet folds of your cunt, you rest his first two fingers on your clit and circle them just so.
Adrian wrests free from your grip in this moment, sitting up and forcing you backward on the bench. He hovers over you, leaning down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and harsh, but still with a smile, âI know what I'm doing. Just because I'm in awe of your body, of your tits, of that fucking hot tongue of yours, doesn't mean I'm clueless.â
He tugs down the waist of your track pants, pressing sloppy, wet kisses from the center of your pelvis up between your breasts as his fingers slide along your lips, slick with saliva and arousal. He circles your clit before slipping back down towards your entrance, and he presses two curled fingers inside you. The instant shot of pressure has you arching your back up off the bench, but he sets his free hand firm on your stomach, forcing you back down.
You curse and writhe as he fucks you with his fingers, his thumb stretching up to circle your clit best it can, little nicks of flesh that drive you crazier than if he were to go full on.
The harder you fight, squirming under his touch, the deeper you can hear his smile as he coos at you.
âThat's it,â and âGood girl,â and âI told you, huh?â as you struggle underneath his hold.
Adrian lets his weight settle onto you eventually, swallowing your moans with his kisses, the cotton bulge of his sweatpants grazing your thigh. You reach blindly for it, and he lets you palm him over the fabric, his touch on you faltering just barely before his resolve steadies.
The ebb and flow of his fingers doesn't grow stale, but you do grow more desperate, and with each kiss you wish more and more that it was his mouth between your legs.
âAdrian, mm, fuck, can youââ
He pulls away, slowing the rhythm of his fingers, and you jerk up against him.
âJesus, use your mouth. Please, I need it.â You choke out, and you hear his smile once more. It seems to never go away.
âAnything for my guardian angel.â
The pet name shoots a warm spiral in your belly, and you know you've no right to even be referred to as anything heavenly, especially not now, but fuck if it doesn't sound good with his cheerful cadence.
He lays his tongue flat over your lips, shaking his head left to right to settle it into your folds and hit as many nerves as he can as he licks up once, twice, three times before he lets the tip run over your clit.
The feeling is white hot, a mess of spit and flesh and his warm, spongy tongue. Adrian stares up at you as he works, his gaze menacing from this angle. He seems pleased to keep his eyes fixed on yours, but the angle cranes your neck uncomfortably.
You let your head fall back on the bench with a thud, pressing your hand hard over your forehead to push away the beads of sweat that form. Your free hand slips into his hair, combing through the strands, and grabbing tight when you can no longer keep rhythm.
His hands wrap tight around your thighs, keeping you latched to his mouth, and if you were asked, you couldn't even wager a guess as to what he was doing down there. His spit pooled on the bench, and he sucked two wet marks into one of your thighs, the faintest nip of teeth punctuating them.
âAm I gonna make you come?â He asks, breathless and muffled from between your legs, and all you can do in response is whine and grip his hair tighter, pushing him into your cunt, âFuck, I love those noises you're making.â
You feel one of his hands leave your thigh, and he moans against you, a deep, shuddered breath that hits your pussy in a way you're sure he didn't intend to feel good.
âAdrian, you know I'm gonna take care of you, right?â You can barely get the words out, staving off the impending orgasm that coils in your body. âDon't make yourself come yet, I wanna do it.â
The groan that he emits in response is hungry, and the slick noises of his tongue on you grow filthier, louder, faster. He hums against you, and as he slides a hand up your stomach to hold you down again, you lose it.
Arching away from the bench and into his hand, your moans echo off the lockers, legs shaking in a wave that starts at your stomach and radiates out through you. They're quick, successive pulses, and if Adrian's hold on you wasn't so strong, you're sure you would've rolled right off that bench.
He laps up the viscous mixture of spit and arousal until the touch grows overwhelming, and you have to tell him it's too much.
âCome here.â You say, and he swipes a hand over his sheening mouth as you sit up and tug at his sweatpants, kissing around the harsh lines of his pelvis.
âYou don't have toââ
You shush him, pressing your lips around the outline of his bulge as you drag the fabric down. Staring up at him, you watch his wide eyes flicker between you and the near exposed erection, his hands dead at his sides.
You're certain you look the same way he did when he was playing with your breasts, mesmerized and taken aback by the hot stranger that's allowed you to touch them. His erection springs out from the boxers that come down with his sweatpants. It isn't the largest you've ever seen, in person or not, but it's swollen and dripping with precum, and it jumps when you faintly smear the precum over the tip.
Standing back up, you tug Adrian to your lips with a hand around his neck, the other slipping up and down the length of his shaft. He whimpers into your mouth, and your cunt starts to throb.
âWe're gonna fuck, right? Oh, please tell me you want me to fuck you. I have a condom in my bag, if you want that.â Adrian pulls back from you, his Adam's apple straining hard in his throat as he regains some sense of composure.
You laugh, and nod, and it's all Adrian needs.
He pushes you backwards towards the cheap excuse for a vanity, and you hit the edge of the counter before he lifts you up and sets you on it.
Breaking to rifle through his bag, you spend this moment taking in the sight of his entire body. His cute, hapless face and wide eyes are antithetical to his broad musculature, but the dimples at his lower back make you smile. He turns around with a wrapped condom in hand, waving it at you with a half smile, pushing up his glasses.
His lips latch to your neck as he gets his hands under the backs of your knees, letting you fall into the mirror, body curved as he slots himself just in front of your entrance.
He pulls away and rests one of your legs atop his shoulder so he can roll the condom over his length, and fuck if he isn't sensitive. He shudders just doing that, and you wonder how easily he could come if there was nothing between you for protection.
Grabbing at your legs, he tugs you onto his cock, your ass half on the counter, mostly supported by him. The tendons in his neck strain as he lets out a string of quiet expletives, and you gasp at the full pressure of him inside you. He turns his head and kisses the side of your knee, bucking his hips forward slowly at first.
He grits his teeth and screws his eyes shut, leaning forward to envelope you best he can as he picks up the pace. He's just shy of your lips, but he takes the offering of your thumb in his mouth, fingers splayed over his cheek.
You grind your head back against the mirror, focused on your breathing, moans escaping on each exhale.
You don't know that anyone has ever felt better inside you.
Adrian fills you up entirely, his pelvis rutting against yours, the head of his cock like a ball of lead inside you that hits over and over again, muddying your insides.
He finally finds your mouth, his tongue pushing between your lips and slipping around without rhythm or care. These kisses are sloppy and desperate, interrupted by whimpers and curses and Adrian's tendency to wander down to your breasts.
Digging your nails into his lower back, you push him impossibly closer, and his teeth sink into the flesh of your chest, tongue flicking over the hard bud of your nipple. He stops fucking into you and starts grinding his pelvis instead, cock buried deep inside you, and the friction of his skin on your cunt sending shockwaves down your legs. If the pressure wasn't enough to get you close again, the byproduct of his movements was.
You grip him tighter, hold him closer, you want every inch of his skin on you, sticking and sweaty and so harsh it'll hurt to peel away at the end of this.
Adrian licks from your nipple up your chest, along the side of your neck before latching his lips to the edge of your jaw.
âFuck, I'mâshitââ Your hair musses up against the mirror, and before you can get a full sentence out, you're shaking under him again, the pressure in your gut rising up through your body, like a string tugging you toward Adrian, your body arching until your spine feels like it's going to snap in two.
He breaks away from your neck, kissing you through the second orgasm, his hands squeezing underneath your knees.
You barely register the gasp he lets out into your mouth, but you're riding the last dredges of your climax when you feel his rhythm falter. He lets one of your legs slip out of his grasp and rest in the crook of his elbow as he braces himself with a palm on the mirror.
Through gritted teeth he moans, sucking in harsh air, and he rests his forehead against yours as he comes, still pumping inside you through it, pulling every last bit of pleasure he can from the moment. You feel it pool beneath your entrance as it slips from the opening of the condom, fucked out and overflowing.
As he regains some composure, he gently sets your legs down, his hands gentle on your hips to keep you from sliding off the counter, slick with sweat.
âMaybe I do have a concussion,â He pants, leaning forward to give you a soft kiss, âSomething that good only happens in my dreams.â
You laugh, and kiss him again, âThis is the last time I'll offer an ambulance.â
He meets your gaze, fingers smoothing the back of your hair, and he shakes his head, âI think you healed all my ailments.â
There's more laughter, more kissing, but eventually you peel away from each other, and it does hurt, but Adrian takes your hand and doesn't let go.
âAre there showers in this place? I never thought to look because showering in public is a biohazard if I've ever heard one.â
You nod, âYeah, the women's are used less though, so they're cleaner.â
Rifling through the pocket of your track pants, you pull a small set of keys out and open up the supply closet in the locker room, tossing a towel to Adrian before wrapping one around yourself.
He gathers your discarded clothes and his bag, following you into the other locker room with his fingers wrapped around your wrist.
The running water fills the silence of the gym, and you both crowd under the spout, sighing at the warmth.
It's a quick rinse, Adrian combing his fingers over your scalp, you pressing a kiss to the hickey you'd left earlier. Neither of you say anything, all shy smiles and admiring glances.
When you get out, he roughs the towel over your head and you dry each other off before sitting in the warm steam of the room in the damp towels. You're opposite him in the hallway by the showers, legs against each other.
âSo, you're going to come to the bar, right?â He asks, fiddling with a loose thread.
âDeal's a deal.â
He smiles, âI'm glad you saved my life.â
You roll your eyes, but his voice is earnest. There's something special about him, you're certain, and you really think he'd give you the chance to figure it out. He doesnât seem like a one and done kinda guy, his eyes glistening as he stares at you. You could get attached to this kind of casual admiration.
You crawl over to sit next to him, taking his hand, âHey, maybe one day you can return the favor.â
Summary: You and Vigilante can finally sooth a bit of that tension.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, public sex, sexual tension, eating out, mastubartion, stalker behavior, etc.
Author's note: I'm so fucking late on this one, I apologise lmfao. BUT, here it is and I'm happy to say I'll write a Part 3 (which will be the last one), I swear it was supposed to be a one shot at first, but I just can't do it. Anyway, this was more tension than smut, but next one is pretty much just smut sooooo in the meantime HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
There was no clear way to describe how it felt to think about going back to work on Monday. Youâd anticipated this moment all weekend, replaying every glance, every word, daydreaming about him until it became obsessive. By Sunday, you were sure youâd lost your mind, pacing aimlessly around your apartment, unable to breathe or act normally.
It had been less than twenty four hours since the last time youâd seen him in the alley, yet it felt as though years had been sucked out of you, like an essential piece of yourself had gone missing. Everything felt slightly off, slightly boring in his absence.Â
You caught yourself thinking about going back to his place, watching him and touching yourself with no shame, the thought curling low in your stomach. It was tempting, far too tempting. But then you remembered what heâd said âsee you Monday at workâ the words carrying that same hidden undertone. He was planning something; you could feel it, you knew it. He wanted to play that game and you realized you were more than willing to play along.
So you waited and waited. You dug your fingernails into your uncovered thighs, grounding yourself, your thoughts spiraling anyway once more. His little whimpers, the way sweat was probably pearling on his forehead at this very moment. The memories were vivid enough for you to replay it over and over again in your mind.
You did the best you could to keep yourself busy. You wandered the mall with a mission; buying the exact same cologne he always wore. When you finally returned to your apartment, the thrill hit you all at once. The idea of filling your space with his scent was intoxicating.
You sprayed a bit of it onto your pillow and buried your face in it, eyes falling shut as you breathed it in. You couldnât wait to smell him again, to let his scent surround you, consume you, overwhelm you as he did whatever the hell he wanted to you. Youâd let him, you knew you would. You hoped his smell would linger on you for days after he was gone, you wanted everyone to know how hard he railed you.
You sat on the pillow between your legs, the fabric cold and impersonal. It wasnât him, but it had to do for now. Your chest ached as you rode it into oblivion, letting the scent of his cologne transport you to your imagination. Sharp breaths escaped your slightly opened lips as you steadied the pace. You tilted your head backwards, grabbing your breasts, teasing your nipples.Â
You kept going, shifting restlessly, whimpering against the pillow, it was almost there, butâŚyou couldn't do it. Your release felt so close, yet so far away. Distant enough for you to feel frustrated about it. You sighed and let yourself fall back onto the bed, feeling out of it completely. You couldn't make yourself cum for the first time in your life.Â
You knew that whatever would happen would be far more incredible than whatever you were trying to do by yourself. So you waited, as painful as it was, as maddening as it felt, because deep down, you knew he was worth the wait.
â
The cling of the door opening announced your arrival. You paused for a second, scanning the restaurant, hoping to see Adrian turning the corner, flashing that adorable smile he always wore so effortlessly. But he was nowhere to be seen
You walked to the break room and slid your purse and coat into your locker. You checked your reflection in the tiny magnet mirror stuck to the inside of the door, adjusting your hair, smoothing your clothes, making sure you looked perfect forâŚwhatever might happen.Â
Thatâs when you saw him in the reflection.
He was leaning casually against the doorframe behind you; stern, composed, yet there was a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You turned around and - for a moment - it felt like time itself had stopped. The air between you grew thick and heavy with something unspoken. You could have cut the tension with a knife, it was unmistakably there.
He walked toward you, hands tucked into his pockets, each step painfully slow, deliberate. When he stopped, he was only an inch away, towering over you as he looked down in silence, his gaze intense, analyzing, memorizing, taking you in.
You werenât sure what he was doing, but your body quickly reminded you how bad you wanted him, how much youâve craved him for weeks, for months. You felt it again, the familiar sensation of your damp panties, your breath hitching as your eyes flicked to his lips before you forced yourself to meet his gaze fully.
âSlept well last night?â
You froze for just a fraction of a second. There was something different in his voice, something measured and controlled. It wasnât the Adrian Chase you were used to; the hyperactive one, stumbling over his words, giggling at the smallest things. This version was calm, collected, and it caught you completely off guard.
Normally, you snarled and rolled your eyes at overly confident men. More often than not, they were arrogant, self-centered and never made you cum properly. Hell, your role as a vigilante was basically killing those types of men on a daily basis, though usually theyâd committed crimes worse than just being an asshole. Still, sometimes you wished you didnât have a code or morals holding you back.
Sweet, caring, and obedient was more your thing. You needed contrast, something soft to balance the violence of your nights. Someone gentle enough to let you lower your walls, to give you the space to be fully yourself. And God, they were always the best pussy eater by far.
But Adrian - Vigilante wasâŚdifferent. You were watching it happen in real time. He was both. Sweet, delicate, clumsy Adrian, and at the same time confident, calm, and ruthless Vigilante. The realization sent a shiver through you.
You bit your bottom lip, your thoughts drifting back to that night when he watched you choked yourself without a second thought, only him in mind. You wanted - needed - to be fucked. Hard. And maybe Adrian was the perfect person for that. You trusted him.
âHey, you okay?â
His face shifted instantly, from stern to worried puppy eyes, searching your eyes desperately, trying to read the silence between you. He took a step back, tilting his head slightly to meet your gaze more easily, like he was hoping youâd give him something, anything. If he wasnât the cutest thing you had ever seen, you didnât know what he was.
âY - yes sorry. IâmâŚTo be honest, I slept like shit yesterday.â
âOh no.â His brows furrowed. âWhat happened?â
You paused. âCouldnât make myself cum.â You said bluntly.
Something shifted, like the tension between you wasnât already enough. You both knew it- of course you did - but saying it out loud unlocked something youâd been waiting for forever.
He stepped closer again, his right hand lifting to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered a moment, then traced slowly down your cheek and rested along your back.
You shivered under his touch. It was the first time you felt him this close and the warmth of his steady hand holding you - gentle yet possessive - kept you in place. Too afraid to move, too aware of how much you wanted this, wanted him.
âWell, lucky for you itâs Monday already.â
â
You left the break room, horny as hell, but giddy and giggly as Adrian followed you, slipping back into his normal self. You looked deeply into each otherâs eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. But first, there was work to be done.Â
The day dragged on, painfully, agonizingly slow. Every minute felt like a lifetime, your chest tightening, your breath hitching every time he walked near.
Stolen glances here, soft whispers of flirting there, you couldnât wait for the shift to end. You were counting down the hours, anticipating what would happen, though you hadnât made plans, hadnât talked about the details. You just knew something was coming.
You laughed softly at something your customer said as he paid his check, but it was hollow, forced. You were drained, still feeling the heat of every interaction with Adrian throughout the day. And yet, you would endure it again and again if it meant spemding even one more minute with him.
âHey.â
From the corner of your eye, you caught him leaning subtly toward you, holding something sacred in his hand. You stayed calm, avoiding direct eye contact. If you looked at him, you feared youâd lose all control and ask him to bend you over the counter right there.
He gently took your wrist and slid a small piece of paper into your hand, closing it tight. His smile was mischievous, casual, as if nothing unusual had just happened.
âCan I clear your plate for you?â He asked the customer, innocently.
You clenched the paper in your fist, knowing it was something of utter importance. You wished the customer a good day and ducked behind the counter, into a blind corner. Your heart raced as you unfolded the paper, already catching your breath.
back store in 15 min. :) adri
You waited, painfully, feeling like it was Sunday all over again. Every minute stretched endlessly, your imagination running wild as you tried to look busy. The last thing you wanted was to alert Dave.
But now it was time.
You glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then slipped into the hallway and pushed the heavy door to the backstore. You moved carefully between shelves stacked with non-perishable goods, holding your breath. The place was dimly lit, the low buzz of fluorescent lights filling the silence. The perfect ambiance to -Â
âI was afraid youâd ghost or something.â
You jumped at the sound of his voice, spinning around to face him. He wasnât completely bare, but pieces of his uniform were missing, neatly folded on the shelves beside him.
You bit your bottom lip. âI would never. You should know that.â
âThe only thing I know for sure is Iâve been smelling you since this morning and I canât fucking bare it anymore.â
He walked toward you slowly, each step deliberate, with a cadence you couldnât quite place; confidence, desire, or both. His gaze traveled from your head to your toes, lingering for a moment on your thighs. You froze, your body caught by anticipation, slowly lifting your chin to meet his towering presence.
âYouâve been wet all day.â His finger tips barely touched your hips. âYou smell so good, but - fuck - I wanna taste you.â
He held your gaze, waiting for any sign that you felt the same way He knew you wanted to, but he waited. You nodded so subtly most people wouldnât notice, but Adrian wasnât most people. He leaned closer, and before you knew it, he was pressing against you, his presence overwhelming.
You couldnât breathe, but you would have rather lost the air in your lungs than be the one to break the kiss. You stumbled back against a shelf, a few cans clattering loudly to the floor, but you barely noticed. You didnât care if someone heard, didnât care if this cost you your job. In that moment, none of it mattered, nothing except him.
He guided you backward until your back met the cool brick wall, groaning into your mouth, hands sliding down your body, making you shiver under his touch. He grabbed the edge of your skirt, his hands wandering and he paused suddenly.
He smiled. âNo panties?â
âWhy? You wanted to steal them again?â
âCheeky.â He whispered close to your ear.
He licked down your throat, wanting to give you a foretaste of what he was about to do. He moved slowly with skills and sensuality, his hands holding your skirt tightly. He dropped to his knees, his gaze holding yours, lingering with quiet intensity. His eyes locked with your exposed, glistering core, a spark in his eyes.
âFuck - donât worry, baby. Iâll - Iâll take care of it. Donât worry, donât you fucking worry.â
He grabbed your right thigh, locking it onto his shoulder and gently nibbled on it, making you tremble under the stingy feeling. Then he did the same with your left thigh and bit harder on this one, making you jolt with excitement this time. You bit your bottom lip, running your hands through his curls with thrill, with excitement.Â
âAdrian, please, fucking do something -â
He went face first, pushing his tongue flat against your wanting core. You would have collapsed in an instant if he hadnât been holding you so firmly. You could feel all your energy and composure slipping away as you leaned into him, caught entirely in the moment.
With no hesitation, he slid you up against the wall, steady on his feet as he kept going, not missing a beat. You glanced at the veins in his arms as he held you firmly against the wall, keeping you steady in the air. You werenât sure if he meant to show off, but the sight of his strength sent a shiver through you, stirring something unfamiliar.
He knew what he was doing, he knew too fucking well. He slid the tip of his tongue in you, pushing his nose in a perfect way against your clit, going back and forth as every trust made you languish. You pressed your lips together, groaning and tucking on his hair like a maniac. Your free hand clutched the shelves beside you, searching for some sense of stability, but deep down, you knew he was the one fully in control.
It surprised you how quickly it hit you. You gripped the shelf and his hair tightly, your knuckles turning white from the effort, and you came with your eyes closed. Loudly. Shakingly. No holding back. He worked you through your wave of pleasure as your body became limper by the seconds. The back of your head hit the brick wall and you cursed at how good it was, at how good he made you feel.
You laughed like an idiot, slowly opening your eyes, fucked out of your mind, your vision still a little blurred. Your chest tightened as you looked down at him, feeling the weight of his gaze as he gently kissed your inner thighs. You ran your hand through his curls, your fingers lingering and offered a faint, shaky smile, your heart pounding from the intensity of the closeness.
âI - I want more.â You managed to say.
He guided you down the wall until both of your feet finally touched the floor. He wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you. He knew how badly he just wrecked you, how quickly he got you there, how easily he did so also. But what you saw in his eyes wasnât arrogance, it was pure admiration.
âI know, baby. I know.â
You gasped as you felt his hand sliding between your thighs, still fragile from the intensity of your orgasm, but still craving more, so much more from him. He slid two fingers between your folds and you whimpered as he collected your dampness, bringing it back to his mouth. He closed his eyes, tasting you one last time. For now.
âIâll give you more, allright?â
You could have cried from that statement alone and part of you felt almost pathetic. No one had ever made you feel this way before. But after weeks - months - of thinking about him, of replaying every moments, you knew it wouldnât stop there. Youâd give him anything if he just asked.
But you also knew better than that. You couldnât let him have total control. That wasnât your way. You needed him wrapped around your fingers, completely, but more than that. You wanted him thinking of you constantly, wondering, craving, desperate to be near you the way you were to him. Every glance, every word would sink into his mind, leaving no room for anything else. You wanted him entirely, obsessively thinking of you, needing you, wanting you until he couldn't imagine a single second away from you.
âEight, my place. Iâll leave the window unlocked.â You said.
And from that moment, you knew you were going to make it happen.
Adrain fic where in your dimension youâre strictly friends. Maybe when you first met you confessed and he shot you down. Maybe youâve always just been friends. Maybe youâre just coworkers. When you meet Adrian 2, he sees you and freaks out because the version of you in his world was his girlfriend that died. He canât get enough of being around you and Adrian seeing a version of himself worship you like that makes him reconsider a lot. ďżź
Eye Opener
Pairing: Adrian Chase x reader (x Adrian Chase)
Summary: -request above-
A/N: Thank you so much for the request, and keep them coming :)
I just want to acknowledge that this fic does have implications that the reader is white. Itâs not outright stated, but the nature of Earth X does mean there are a few other ways to do this fic (though I tried to avoid any explicit mentions of it)
I would say that I am happy to release an altered fic because I want to be inclusive, but since Iâm as white as a ghost, I feel like a plotline of people getting put away in camps because itâs a nazi universe crosses some sort of line. If people disagree with that, I'm open to discussing.
Credits for borders
You and Adrian always had aâŚcomplicated relationship.
You got along, reaching a point where you would hang out outside of work and even spend the night at each other's places. However, Adrian never seemed particularly interested in you; more in what you provided.
He liked it when you quizzed him on animal facts or helped him fight crime, but at the end of the day, he would ditch you for whatever thing interested him moreâŚwhich was usually Peacemaker.
You wish you could say you felt the same way about him. You wished you could roll your eyes like Harcourt at his dumb jokes, or brush him off like Chris did.
But no matter how selfish, or annoying, or completely idiotic Adrian could get, you couldn't help but like him.
A lot.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't cross the line.
You didn't even notice the change of front yard ornaments or the fact that Adrian's dad was still with his mother; you were focused on furiously storming through the house towards Adrian's basement. Even if this was an alternate universe, there was no doubt in your mind that was where he was hiding out.
You didn't even check to see if the door was locked or not, using all your power to slam the door open.
âAdrian, what the fuck is wrong with you?â
At the call of his name, two heads turned to you. While one rolled his eyes, the other's eyes widened as he locked in on you, his heart beating rapidly.
âOh my god, leave us alone. Why did you follow me? I made it clear I didn't want you to come.â Your Adrian whined, as if he were a teenager and you were his mom ruining his hangout with his friend.
âYou knocked me out and left me in a fucking bush,â You yelled, a twig still popping out of your hair from when you had pulled yourself out. You were surprised he had managed to keep you there so long; the spot was so uncomfortable, you would have expected to wake up immediately.
âYeah? You deserved it. You were trying to stop me from coming here.â
âBecause weâre here on a mission to save Chris, not hang out with alternate selves.â
âStop. Youâre embarrassing me in front of me.â
âGoodâ
This is what you get for trying to help Adrian out and get him back on track. You wake up in a bush, half-conscious, the only thing left with you was a note apologizing taped to a half-melted packet of M&M's Adrian kept in his suit. You hated yourself for being flattered by the note, finding it endearing that he 'took the effort' to write an apology. You really needed to get a higher standard than Arian Chase because he was never gonna-
âY/n?â
Both you and your Adrian turned around, now facing the other Adrian. You had yet to really acknowledge him, but it was uncanny to see how familiar he was. The only difference was that his usual silver-framed glasses were gold.
Well, that and the fact that he was staring at you like you hung up the stars yourself.
âUgh, do you have annoying cowrokers in this universe, too?â Your Adrian turned to the alternative one, though he was completely ignored. Instead, the golden framed Adrian walked towards you, his eyes raking over your face and body in disbelief.
âI canât believeâŚyouâre..oh my god.â You were suddenly engulfed in a hug by the man. Your Adrian was never one for physical affection, so being wrapped up so intensely was odd. âFuck, I missed your smell,â You heard Adrian mutter, and you glance down at him.
âAre you crying?â You hadn't meant to say it out loud, especially not in such an abrupt tone, but the sight of a crying Adrian just caught you by surprise. You had only heard of your Adrian crying from Adebayo, and it was something Adrian really tried to hide.
âOh wow, look what you did?â Your Adrian compaliend, as he threw up his hands. âWe were having a great time, and you made him cry in the first minute you arrived.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry,â You snapped sarcastically at your Adrian, but the one wrapped around you quickly perked up. He grabbed both sides of your face, making you look at him.
âNo, don't apologize.â He looked you deeply in the eyes. âNever ever apologize for anything. You're perfect.â You could hear your version of Adrian mumbling some form of objection to that statement, but you were more caught up in the Adrian in front of you. He was looking at you with more devotion than you had ever seen.
âI really missed you,â He spoke, his thumb rubbing against your cheek. "I keep accidentally thinking of all these compliments for you, and have no one to say them to, so I've been writing them down. I can grab the book and-" He stopped himself, his excitement dimming as he finally registered your stunned face. He slowly let go of your face, reminding himself that you were not his. âSorry, this must be confusing.â
âNo, itâs alright,â You spoke softly, still not sure of what was happening, but not wanting Adrian to be upset. He wiped his face in an attempt to get rid of the tears before he chuckled to himself. The whole situation was surreal for him, too.
He turned to you, Adrian, who was still watching the situation with a lot less sympathy than you. âSorry, man. I know you probably don't like watching me hug your girlfriendâ.
âWhat?â You both exclaimed in utter shock, making Earth X Adrian whip his head between the two of you. It wasn't the reaction he was expecting. âOh wow, just in my universe, I was always pretty protective of you. Like really protective, to the point you had to ask me to stop. I assumed he was the same.â
âGirlfriend?â You asked, your mouth still gaped open. It may have explained a bit more of Adrian X's behavior, but it didn't make it any less surprising.
âOh shit man,â Adrian X laughed a bit, and in a way, you were happy to see some light back in his eyes. âYouâre not dating her?â
âYou are?â Adrian spoke, looking almost offended by the statement. Adrian X continued to laugh, grabbing his stomach as if it were a hilarious joke. âWell, were, but either way you're missing out.â Suddenly, Adrian Xâs face went serious as he looked back at you. âSheâs really amazing.â
âWhat the fuck?â Adrian yelled, clearly infuriated by the situation.
Adrian X quickly moved to you, gently leading you to the couch as he picked the leaves out of your hair. "Did you need anything, water, food, someone to be killed?" The other Adrian reluctantly joined the two of you, sitting on the other side of you, clearly not happy with the situation. Adrian X seemed unsure of what to do, as if you would break if he touched you, but he was so desperate to make contact.
Your eyes softened as you took in everything he was saying. âWe really were together,â Adrian X nodded, smiling at your expression. âWhatâŚhappened?â You asked, assuming that the breakup had been messy.
âYouâŚyou diedâ
Your eyes widened, and you began coughing on your own spit. âSorry, sorry,â Adrian X quickly spoke. âI know thatâs a lot to hear, and I said it so blunt-â
âNo, itâs fine.â You shook your head as you tried to catch your breath. Grabbing onto Adrian's hand, you cleared your throat. "I was surprised andâŚI'm sorry." You could actively hear Adrian behind you scoff and grumble, but you were more focused on how the Adrian in front of you seemed to melt in joy.
You hated the fact that your heart picked up pace, despite the real Adrian being upset right behind you. You couldn't control how your heart felt. If you could, you would have stomped your feelings for Adrian a long time ago.
âHow..â You didn't know how to ask, and you weren't sure why you wanted to know. You knew it wasn't your business, but you felt grief for this version of you. Adrian X nodded, knowing what you wanted.
âYou died fighting for the cause you believed in. It was a noble death,â He clenched his fist. âBut it didn't need to happen. If it wasn't for Christopher Smith-â
âChris killed me?â You asked in astonishment, this time, your Adrian also perked up in confusion.
âYes. I should have been there with you, but I got held up by his brother, and by the time I found youâŚ" Adrian trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.
âChris, like Peacemaker Chris? He killed me?â You asked, trying to wrap your head around it. Yeah, maybe Chris was a dick sometimes, every once in a while he would pull a prank on you, but you never thought he would kill you.
Adrian X nodded, seemingly confused by your reactions.
âNo, Chris wouldn't do that.â Adrian shook his head, like the mere suggestion was ridiculous. âSheâs a good person, Iâve never seen her break a law. Chris wouldn't kill a good person: heâs my best friend, so I would-â
âHeâs your best friend?â Adrian X asked in rage, and the other nodded. "But..he's my fucking arch enemy. My whole life is dedicated to tearing down what he stands for." You and Adrian stared back at him blankly. "He's the reason I joined the Sons of Liberity."
You looked to Adrian next to you, raising an eyebrow to ask if the two had spoken about it. He just shrugged, equally as confused as you. "Who are they?" You asked, and Adrian X looked at you two, almost concerned.
"The only resistance the world has to the Nazi oppressors"
"Nazis?" Both you and Adrian asked, though while Adrian seemed more curious, you looked horrified.
"Yes" Adrian X spoke, as if it was obvious. "Ever since the Nazi's won World War-"
"Whoa," Adrian interrupted. "The Nazi's won World War II?"
"They didn't where you're from?"
"No"
While the Adrians's spoke excitedly about the differences in the universes, you began aggressively hitting your Adfian in the leg. "Oh, what is it?" He complained, rubbing his leg. Adrian X quickly turned to you, ready to listen to whatever you said.
"Adebayo," You stated, clearly terrified for your friend, and Adrian's eyes widened.
"Oh shit"
---
âYou look really good in that suit.â
You turned around to see the Vigilante masked up close to you. Though you had no physical indicator which Adrian it was, the fact that he was up close to you and not acting all grumpy was a dead giveaway it was Adrian X.
âLike really good. You always looked good in the suit, but seeing you in it again isâŚjust wowâ
You raised an eyebrow, flattered by the statement. âReally?â You felt weird being in the costume. Not just because it didn't belong to you, but because you weren't used to wearing anything other than your boring old clothes.
When you decided to sneak out to save Adebayo, Adrian X had insisted you wear the costume so you would be better protected. From the way he was gazing at you, you assumed a little bit of him just wanted to see you in the suit.
âWell, whatâs your costume like back in your world? Is it similar? Or do you have more of a theme? I would love to see you as an owl, or raven, or even-â
âShe doesn't have a costume.â Adrian spoke up, âShe just stays back in the van with John all the time. Doing lame shit on the computer,â You sent a glare to Adrian, and he seemed to send one back from under his mask. âI didn't realize you had such an issue with me and John in the van. I seem to recall us being the reason you get through any mission.â
You hated how you felt embarrassed, like you needed to impress the other Adrian.
âThatâs still cool,â Adrian X spoke up, and you grimaced, âYou don't have to say that.â
âNo, it really is,â He insisted, taking your gloved hand in his. âY/nâŚmy y/n, she used to love doing the tech stuff as well. She always spoke about how it can be just as important as the fighting. She wanted to do what was best for everyone.â
You smiled as he ran his thumb up and down your hand. You knew it was an action he usually hated; maybe he did it to comfort you despite his discomfort, or if he didn't mind the contact when it was you. Either way, it made your heart flutter. âShe sounds really cool.â
âYouâre a lot like her.â Adrian X spoke, his hand running through the hair not hidden under your costume. You snorted, thinking it was a joke, but he looked at you honestly. âNo, not just that you both have the same face, it's the little things. She even wore your hair like that.â
âWell, I bet your y/n was way cooler.â Your âmomentâ was interrupted by the voice of Adrian. You turned around, glaring at the man who now had his arms crossed. âYeah, I bet if you met an alternate version of yourself, your girlfriend would have let you hang out with him, and not let her be all over him.â
You glared at Adrian, moving away from the other and getting up close to him. âDude, shut up.â You hissed.
âNo, I was having a great time and you're ruining it.â
âHe is clearly going through something.â
âWell, Iâm going through something too. Iâve gotâŚawesomeness blue balls from how little Iâm getting to hang out with me.â
âEw, thatâs gross.â
âYouâre gross.â
And with that, your Adrian flung up his hands, charging ahead without you two as he grumbled to himself. You turned around to Adrian X, giving him an awkward smile.
âSorry, heâsâŚ.â You trailed off, realizing you couldn't really make up an excuse to someone who was the exact same.
âDonât worry, I was like that too before we got together.â Adrian X shook his head. âMy biggest regret was acting like that for so long when I could have had you for longer.â
You avoided eye contact. âOh, I don'tâŚitâs not like that. Weâre friends. I mean, I'm not even his best friend."
âThatâs just what he thinks. Heâll come around.â You looked at Adrian X, your head tilting a bit. He was different. Despite his look, his voice, and even his personality being identical, it was clear that the different dimensions had changed him.
You moved to him, taking his hand in yours. "I'm really happy that you took care of me. I know she loved you." You spoke with confidence, even if you had never met this version of yourself.
Adiran X looked at your intertwined hands, then back at you, his eyes almost shining. He let you drag him in the direction the other Adrian had stormed, almost in a trance.
Up ahead, the version of Adrian you were most used to emerged from the bushes, coming face to face with Judomaster and Adebayo.
âAdrian?â Adebayo spoke, her hand clutching her chest in shock.
âYeah, itâs me,â He spoke grumpily, nowhere near as excited as he had been before to find her. âI would have had a super cool entrance with the other version of me, but heâs too busy longingly staring at y/n.â He spoke your name with contempt, and Adebayo raised an eyebrow. âY/nâs with you?â
âNo, sheâs with the other version of me,â He grumbled. âWho's all up in her personal space all the time. I don't think heâs ever heard of a personal bubble,â Judomaster snorted, and Adrian pointed at him. âWhat the fuck are you laughing about. I hate you.â
âI just find it funny that you're not even your girlfriend's favourite version of you.â
âI am so her favourite version. The other me is just distracting her so she can't hang out with me, but we totally hang out all the time.â Both Judomatser and Adebayo raised an eyebrow, and Adrian quickly shook his head. âAlso, sheâs not my girlfriend.â
âBut you want her to be,â Adebayo continued, wanting to hear Adrian admit it. You had drunkenly confessed to Adebayo your crush on Adrian, and though she didn't understand it, she wanted to see you happy.
âI want to be hanging out with my super cool clone, and not have to share him with my COWORKER who keeps distracting him with her beautiful eyes and kind personality.â
Before either could point out his statement, there was a rustling of the bush, and you and Adrian X emerged, still holding hands. You quickly went to let go, but almost as if he had sensed your plan, Adrian X tightened his grip.
Your Adrian tapped his foot, looking at the other Adrian expectedly. âWell? Are we even going to do what we planned?â
Seeming to snap out a bit, Adrian X nodded, rreluctantly letting go of your hand and standing next to Adrian. âThank you,â He muttered, before excitedly turning back to Adebayo.
âSo, which one is me, and which one is the other demisinon me?â
âThe one talking right now is you.â
âGod fucking damnit.âÂ
---
You and Adrian sat silently in the car as he drove you back to your apartment.
A lot had happened that night: Adrian had killed Peacemakers' alternate dad, they had been chased out of the alternate dimension, and Chris had been arrested.
But thatâs not what either of you was thinking about.
âSooo,â Adrian started, but you quickly shook your head. âYou know, a lot of things happened tonight, and we were all stressed. People act weird when they're stressed.â You tried to shut down the discussion.
"So you made out with the other version of me because you were stressed?â
And there it was, youâre big mistake.
It seemed that Adrian X didn't want to let you leave without a parting gift. It had felt like a movie; he was protecting you, always keeping an arm on you to make sure you were safe as the police shot at you. Right before you could leave, he took off his mask, giving you a desperate kiss before letting you get to safety. It would have been perfect if the other Adrian hadn't been watching the whole time.
âYes, exactly,â You spoke, too embarrassed to say anymore.
Adrian pulled up to your driveway, parking the car in a sudden halt. You moved to get out, but he grabbed your hand, stopping you. You despised the fact that your mind was already thinking about how the other Adrian held your hand.
Adran was silent for a moment. It was odd to have Adrian be so quiet, so unenergetic. You assumed it had been solely because of Chris's arrest, but the way he looked at you, you questioned if there was something else.
âDid you like it?â
You sat up straighter, instantly sputtering out defenses. âI- you can't⌠It's hard to sayâ You loved it, it had been amazing. âJust because another version of you from a whole other universe is a good kisser doesn't mean you are, so don't get a big head-â
âNo, I mean,â Adrian took a deep breath. âDid you like having someone⌠love you that much?â
Adrian had been paying attention to your reactions throughout the day. How you smiled softly to yourself, how you leaned into Adrianâs Xâs touch. It seemed nice, and there was an almost longing in his chest every time he saw it.
He had assumed it was his longing to bond with the eart-X version of himself, but he couldn't quite get the thought of you kissing him out of his head.
You paused, thinking over his words. A small genuine smile came across your lips. âYeah, it was nice knowing that someone out there, even in another universe, loved me that much.â
Adrian nodded. It was a feeling many in your industry understood: love was a hard thing to find when you were risking your life for the world. âWould you want someone to love you like that here?â He spoke softly, looking at you with darting eyes. He was worried that if he made any sudden movement, you would be snapped out of your good mood and start ridiculing him for his questions.
Instead, you just hummed, nodding at the idea of finding love like that. Adrian cleared his throat.
âWould youâŚWould you like that from me?â
You looked at him. For once, he had a truly genuine look on his face, not like some joke or insult was coming. It was clear he was testing the waters, like he needed to know what you thought.
Maybe Adrian X had been right about him.
âYeah, I think I would.â
You leaned forward, giving Adrian a kiss on the cheek. âGood night, Adrian.â
He nodded silently, watching as you walked to the apartment door. Seeing his other self with you had opened Adrian's eyes to many possibilities.
And he was going to do anything he could possibly do to make sure he didn't lose you like the other universe.Â
Summary: You become obssessed with the cute busboy at work.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, naughty nerd alert, etc.
Author's note: Okay, so bare with me. I don't really write spicy stuff, because I'm not really good at it and it takes me much more time to write it than say fluff or angst, but I wanna get better at it. I have so many ideas in the back of my mind, but I struggle so much with writing it, but hey I'm still pretty proud of this one! I hope you guys will enjoy it. I'm thinking of maybe doing a Part 2 for, you know, the full smutty action and not just creeping on each other. đ
Thank you so much, my horny friends (and for my best girl Sara who proofread it). I hope you'll enjoy it! đ
Vigilante, Evergreenâs infamous masked anti-hero, wasnât your friend, per se. At least, not officially. In a way, though, he kind of was. The only problem being, he wasnât aware of it. Youâd been working with him for months now at Fennels Field, watching his every move, memorizing every little tick and habit he had.
You started working there shortly after moving to the city. Presenting as a waitress felt like the perfect cover to hide what you really did at night; bringing justice to the streets of Evergreen.
On your very first day, you met him: Adrian Chase. Tall, obnoxious, completely unaware of social cues or personal space, but - oh God - so hot and sweet. You clicked instantly. You loved how he couldnât stop talking around you, how he leaned in way too close to ramble about his DnD character. You loved the stupid grin he gave you when you walked in for your shift, the way his glasses kept sliding down his nose, the warm woody cologne that drove you feral.
Working with him made that shitty job almost bearable. You were actually excited to clock in, which had never happened to you before. But at the end of the day, it was a work friendship. At least, thatâs what he thought.
Adrian was slowly invading every part of your life. Every waking thought, every dream, he was always there. The urge to be near him constantly had become almost unbearable. You wanted to ask him out sometimes, you could feel the pull you had on him. But living a double life was complicated enough, bringing a civilian into it felt impossible.
One night, you were lying in your cramped studio apartment and found yourself wondering what he'd be doing after his shift. You knew his schedule by heart, but suddenly that wasnât enough. You needed more, much more. Then it hit you like lightning in a bottle; you could find the answer yourself. Easily.
You pulled on your fitted dark suit, covering your face completely. Keeping your identity hidden was the only way to operate safely in Evergreen. A little bit of reconnaissance on Adrian Chase couldn't hurt.
You followed him home from a distance, slipping behind bushes, walls, and parked cars. You already knew where he lived, you had seen his address on a paycheck on Daveâs desk a week ago. You told yourself it was practical information, just in case he ever needed your help. Just in case.
You hid in a bush in front of his house, bored out of your mind as you scrolled through your phone. Was he seriously staying in tonight? Sure, he was a huge nerd who loved his video games and his Warhammer figurines, but on a Saturday night you expected him to be out with his friend he kept going on about, Chris or something.
Then you saw movement. You straightened instantly, holding your breath and squirting to make sure your eyes werenât deceiving you. And there he was, running from behind the house.Â
Vigilante.
Adrian was Vigilante.
Youâd encountered Vigilante on patrol more than once. Friction was inevitable, how could there not be? Two wildcards stepping on each otherâs toes. He always acted like he hated your guts, but you knew better than that. Youâd seen the subtle ways he reacted to you, even through the mask.
Suddenly everything made sense. The irony hit you so hard you almost laughed; Adrian, the sweet, awkward dork who treated you like you were best thing that has ever happened to civilisation on one side. And Vigilante, the mostly-asshole who barked at you during patrols on the other side. And they were the same man, somehow.
And there was only one possible explanation; he had no idea about your double life.
The next day, you worked your usual Sunday shift with him. You acted as if nothing had happened, as if you didnât know you shared the same secret nights. He kept trying to get your attention, so you gave it to him. You laughed at every joke, asked questions about his new Minecraft server and flirted even more boldly than usual.
If only he knew how much more you could give him.
Night fell and you suited up once more with a single purpose in mind: go to Adrianâs house. Same bush, same view and same boredom as you mindlessly scrolled again on your phone before deciding to watch that wildlife documentary Adrian has been telling you about.
Your plan was simple: follow Vigilante for a while, then âaccidentallyâ run into him. Maybe annoy him, maybe flirt, maybe both. Spending nearly forty hours a week with Adrian wasnât enough anymore, not even close.
You waited nearly an hour, frowning under your mask as you checked the time. Vigilante always patrolled on Sunday nights. What was he doing? You couldnât wait any longer, not when the anticipation of following him made your skin shiver the way it did.Â
You checked your surroundings and sprinted behind his house, taking cover behind a tree. His bedroom was on the second floor, heâd mentioned that once. Climbing was easy, hiding among the branches even easier. You pushed aside a leaf and peered through his window.
And you were absolutely not disappointed.
Heat rushed from your face straight down your body, rising so fast it almost scared you. Your pulse hammered hard down in your stomach, making you almost fell from the tree. Your breath fogged the inside of your visor, something that had never happened before, not even mid-fight. You clung to the branch to keep from slipping as your eyes stayed locked on him, mouth salivating.
You trained for combat and stealth, not for this.
There he was, spread on his bed, legs cramped as he furiously stroked his hard cock his hand with every brute force he had. His whimpering could be heard through the crack in his window like the sweetest, most tempting sound you had ever heard before. Adrian never knew how to shut up when he was talking to someone and apparently he was just as impossibly vocal behind closed doors and - oh God - you wished it were you pulling those sounds out of him, making him go on and on for hours.
His glasses kept slipping down the bridge of his nose by the way his upper body couldnât keep still. He moved restlessly, shifting and squirming under the intensity of whatever he was feeling. His free hand kept pushing his frames back up again and again in a frantic motion, like even in moments like this, he couldnât stop being Adrian. His sweaty hips pressed forward and harder in his hand with a growing urgency as he moaned louder by the seconds.
You held tightly against a branch as your right hand worked your belt quickly, eyes locked on him, observing every shiver that washed through his body. God, you hoped your mask would muffle a bit of your own pleasures as you slowly slid two fingers into you, in and out, faster, sloppier. You closed your eyes, consumed by the sound of his voice as you imagined him touching you, praising you, hammering harder into you as you begged him to.
Your eyes snapped back open as you felt the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm flow through your body, making you tremble against the tree, holding onto dear life. Both of your moans joined in unison and he came messily on his stomach, pumping the last drop of himself out of him as he dragged your name out of his lips.
You smirked. What a naughty, naughty coworker he was.
â
Working around him became much harder, but you didnât care. You didnât care about the customer and you certainly didnât care about Dave. All you could care and think about was Adrian, running around the restaurant, picking up dirty plates, his strong biceps flexing as he held the pile, the faint scent of his cologne catching your attention whenever he passed. You bit your lips, recalling that first night and the way his parted lips moaned your name. The first time was always special.
But then, there was another time, then another, until you found yourself going there almost every night. The naughty little thing always masturbated once before patrol and then once more after it and you were there every single time, watching him, learning what he loved to do, observing the features of his face as he came, night after night.
You couldnât stop yourself, all you could hear in your sleep was the way he whimpered your name as he covered his stomach once more with his seed. It became a ritual; youâd go to work, boldly flirt with him, working him up hard, knowing it would only make him cum harder later.
That night, he came harder than he usually did. He loudly moaned your name, hips jolting from the bed, but this time he kept going. He pumped himself faster with his firm hand, chasing a second orgasm. He never did that before, but you watched him under your sharp eyes, studying every movement as you kept your hand busy between your thighs. There was no stopping him and there sure was no stopping you either.
Sweat was pearling down his face, his jaw tensed, his teeth grinding as he repeated over and over again your name between curses. You rubbed your clit obsessively, already overstimulated, already out of breath, but you couldnât stop. He never came without you, you had to chase it once more with him. You wouldnât stop, not this close.
âFuck, fuck, fuck -â He muttered. âIâm gonna fuck you so fucking hard one day - youâll see how hard - fuck -â
You came for a second time that night, your free hand muffling your moan - almost a scream - as you rode the wave flowing through your body. You leaned your head back against the tree, looking up at the stars, wishing heâd take you right there, under them. You buckled up your pants, calming your breathing before turning back your gaze to him.
His hand traced a slow path down his stomach, playing with the overload of cum on it as he stayed silent, thoughtful and analyzing. What you wouldnât give to lick it all off of him and taste him. Or simply pushing it back in you as you looked deeply into his eyes, keeping his full attention and bringing back to Earth. He was never that silent after a good jerk off, he seemed completely lost in thought, somewhere else.
As usual, heâd go take a quick shower. That was the moment for you to steady your thoughts and plan your night. Youâll follow him - like always - and maybe youâd "accidentally" bump into him, like you often did.
Suited up and ready to go, you hid in your usual bush as he ran away from his home. You follow him silently through the alleys, your surroundings becoming more familiar with each passing moment. You knew the street and alleys of Evergreen, youâve been living here for months now. Yet something about tonightâs route felt off.
He climbed a ladder next to an apartment building at full speed. You didnât want to lose him so you quickly climbed the ladder of the building next to it and crouched behind a wall, keeping an eye on him, confused by his unusual patrol. He was lying on his stomach, long view in hand, observing the building across the street.
Your building.
You smiled. What a little pervert he was.
â
âFuck -â He groaned. âFuck I want - I want that tight pussy - Fuck I - I canât -â
He came for the second time tonight. That was your cue, you had about thirty minutes. You quickly climbed down the tree, careful not to make a sound and sprinted through the alleys back to your place. You slammed the door behind you, heart racing as you quickly took off your suit. You pulled your prettiest lingerie from your drawer, one you carefully chose a few days ago. All laces and all teal.
You laid on your bed, everything ready; dim light in the corner of the room, a few lighted candles here and there, your bed perfectly positioned in front of the window and a few of your favorite sex toys next to you. You looked at the time, a few minutes and heâd be here.
Showtime.
Your hands moved gently through your hair, clearing it from your throat. You slid your hands down, slowly and meticulously over your semi-sheer bra, playing with your nipples. A shaky breath coming out of your mouth followed by a mischievous smirk.
He was watching you, you could feel his sharp eyes on your skin.
You didnât want to keep him waiting, he was probably already rock hard, caught tightly his suit, waiting desperately for a release. With the tips of your fingers, you teased the waistband of your panties as long as you possibly could before sliding a delicate finger over your clit, making you cry.
For a moment, every sound, every word coming out of your mouth were unintelligible as you fingered yourself slowly, enjoying yourself and his attention. Then you bit your bottom lip, knowing what would drive him absolutely crazy.Â
You whined his name, exaggerating the end of it as if your life depended on it. As if you were begging him to come through your window to come and take care of you himself.Â
You pumped your fingers in and out one last time before licking them off, tasting the sweet flavor of your pussy, knowing heâd love to drown into it. You looked through the window, hoping to make eye contact as you held your two fingers in your mouth.
You took off your panties, messed up by all your wetness and put them on your night table by the window, taunting him, before grabbing one of your toy.
The pulsation of your toy against your core took that game to the next level, you were ready to show him how much you wanted and needed him. Your free hand was roaming around your body, looking for the next place to be touched and pleased.
Then, you let it slide to your throat, wrapping your delicate - but agile - fingers around it and you squeezed the hardest you could without losing control.
âOh - oh my god, Adrian - harder, harder please.â You pleaded between breaths.
It was overwhelming imagining his big, strong and calloused hand around your throat, pushing you harder against the mattress, making you his completely. You knew he wouldnât hold back, not with you. Not when you knew what he was capable of as Vigilante.
Your breath caught in your throat, hitting you like a train. It all came at once, the memories of every moment youâd spent with him at work. His deep green eyes, his dimples, the way he gave a full smile, showing all his teeth, his biceps, his giggly laughâŚfucking everything about him was perfect. Pure perfection. And here you were, showing him how perfect you thought he was.
You did your best O face as it came over you, knowing he was watching, focused and horned out of his mind. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips knowing he probably came at the same time as you, messing his suit with his semen. You sure hope he did, because you always came at the same time as him. Always.Â
You stayed like this for a few minutes, coming down from your high, caressing your breasts and stomach with the tips of your fingers, happy and satisfied. You turned your attention to outside, wondering if he was still there.
You got up and rearranged your panties on your night table, presenting them, inviting him, taunting him once more. You smiled toward the window and went straight to the shower, hoping heâd give in.
You walked back into your room twenty minutes later, a sheer wardrobe draped around you, just in case he was still there to admire you. You smiled when you saw your night table empty. Your panties were gone and the window was cracked open.
You got him.
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There was obvious tension at work for the next few days. Not only could you feel it, you could see it. It was concrete, tangible, and nearly unbearable. The lingering eye contacts stretched endlessly, far longer than usual. The tips of his fingers brushed your shoulder as he passed by and his scent stayed in the air for a moment, making you inhale it deeply. You couldnât meet his eyes fully, not out of embarrassment, but because you had to force yourself to look away from his lips.
Every word you exchanged felt like an undertone, a conversation layered with unspoken meaning. The intensity in his eyes made you wonder if he might make a move at any moment. A part of you hoped heâd pull you into the freezer and simply fuck you there. Another part longed to wake up next to him, every single day, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.
Sure, dating a civilian was risky, but Adrian wasnât just a civilian. He knew how to protect himself, youâd seen him in action. The possibility of something happening between you grew more and more tempting. You were ready to take anything from him, anything he was willing to give. And the truth was, he seemed just as ready to fully consume you. Those green eyes didnât lie.
The intensity of the day shouldâve made you take a step back, giving yourself a moment to plan your next move. But you didnât care. He was everywhere you looked, invading your thoughts, dominating every moment. You didnât have time or a desire to think, you just wanted him, to gaze at his pretty face as he moaned your name, begging to fuck your tight pussy.
Sitting in the tree, you looked at him masturbating before his patrol. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, yet you could watch him going like this for hours. You never grew tired of the way his fist held tightly his thick cock or the way he furrowed his brows when he was getting close to his anticipated release.
Then he did something you had secretly - not so secretly - hoped for, but it was also something you could never fully prepare yourself to experience. He opened his drawer, pulling out your teal panties out of it, bringing it to his nose to inhale your scent. You observed him as he enjoyed the smell of you and then - oh god - he wrapped your panties around his cock, stroking forcefully, not holding back.
You never thought you could be this wet or horny just by looking at someone. His hips thrusted furiously into your panties, cursing with each back and forth movement he made. It took all your self-control not to climb through that window and finish him off the way he deserved. With your panties in his mouth and you on top of him, bouncing like there was no tomorrow.
âThatâs it - take it all. Take all of it, baby. Tonight, yes - Iâll show you.â
A shiver ran down your spine, his voice sounding like a promise. Like an understone youâd heard countless times over the past few days at work, but that didnât stop you. Nothing could.
Soon enough, you felt the familiar sensation pulsing through your body as you watched him wrecking your panties with no restraint. He came into the cloth louder than ever, your name on his lips and you followed the second after, silently trembling.
You caught your breath for a moment with him, but then he suddenly got up. You assumed he was heading for the shower, as he always did, but instead, he quickly put on his Vigilante suit. You froze for a heartbeat before fastening your pants and climbing down the tree, listening attentively as his window slid open.
You ran as fast as you could, trying to keep a respectable distance between you and him. Maybe youâd bump into him later, but for now, you had to act as normal as possible. Youâd never had to get into duty this quickly before, you usually had time to come down from your high.
You stopped in an alley, gasping for breath and a giggle escaped you from excitement. It was thrilling, intoxicating even, a part of you hoping youâd get caught sooner rather than later. You wondered what he would do to you. Would he punish you? Would he fuck you senselessly? Would he kill you? Youâd love to see him try.
Then your reflexes kicked in as a strong arm wrapped around your throat. You blocked it, putting your own arm between your neck and theirs. You grabbed the wrist and spun around, ready to strike, but your opponent caught your arm effortlessly. And then you realized.
Vigilante.
A heavy silence fell between you, thick with tension. You were instantly reminded of the last few days with Adrian at work, of every lingering look, every brush of his fingers. You stared at each other through your visors, neither willing to flinch first. Then he released your wrist and reached into his pocket, the movement slow and deliberate.
âI think you forgot this.â
Your breath hitched as your eyes caught the familiar teal of your panties slipping from his pocket. Your eyes locked onto it, you knew it was full of his seed on it, ready to be devoured on the comfort of your own bed. You bit your lips as he took one last sniff of it before towering you, sliding the panties in your pocket.
âSee you Monday at work.â He whispered.
You looked at each other one last time before he disappeared into the darkness of the alley, glancing one last time at you. You stayed there for a moment, savoring it. A small smile tugged at your lips as you turned and made your way back home.
anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful
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