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adrian chase x reader {kinktober prompt: masks}

summary: adrian arrives to emilia’s halloween party in costume - his vigilante costume. with a little liquid courage and a game of truth or dare, you confess something to your best friend that you’ve been keeping to yourself for a while.

word count: 4.7k+

warnings/tags: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected p in v, cowgirl, car sex, semi-public sex, friends to lovers, adrian is implied to be demisexual/have sex with people he feels very close to, use of alcohol, slight feelings of jealousy from reader, reader is afab, no use of y/n, more dialogue than i normally write lol, a lot of fluff and sweetness, feel good fix it fic where the 11th street kids are all happy!

author’s note: remember when i said i was going to try to keep the kinktober drabbles under 1.5k words? yeah.

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“Do you think he ever wears his Vigilante mask while having sex?”

Emilia nearly chokes on her beer at the question. Economos, who sits directly across from you, mumbles something that sounds like Jesus fucking Christ under his breath as Emilia attempts to regain her composure.

“What on earth makes you ask that?” She laughs, following your gaze to where Adrian is currently talking animatedly with Chris and Ads on the other side of the apartment complex rooftop. Everyone is in costume - with the exception of Economos, who couldn’t be bothered. Even Adrian is technically in costume…his Vigilante costume, that is.

You shrug. “He wears that suit every chance he gets. He’s obviously proud of it. Just something I’ve been wondering about for a while.”

It’s true - you have been curious about it for a while. You just haven’t had the courage to ever say it out loud until now. You blame all of the beer that Adrian had supplied for Emilia’s little rooftop Halloween party. Just a little liquid courage is all it takes for you to verbalize the question that’s been on your mind since…well, pretty much the first time you ever met Adrian.

“I don’t get the impression that Adrian has a lot of sex, to be honest,” Economos says. “And I say that as someone who also does not have a lot of sex.”

Emilia snorts. “I don’t know about that,” she muses. “There was that one time…”

Your gaze snaps away from Adrian and to Emilia. “What? What time?”

She angles her body towards you, lowering her voice. “Chris did tell me about a threesome that he and Vig had with that one witness from when we were hunting the butterflies. I can’t remember her name. Amanda or Amber or something. Said he wore his mask because he didn’t want her to know his identity.”

An unwelcome, unpleasant feeling creeps over you. You take a sip of your beer just to hide the sourness on your face.

You’re aware that you’re not the best at hiding your emotions. Whatever you’re feeling is bound to show itself in your expression. And right now, you can’t help but feel the slightest pinch of jealousy at the thought of Adrian fucking someone - in suit or not.

You blame it on the alcohol in your system. Rationally, you know that Adrian isn’t yours and he can fuck whoever he wants. You’re friends - really good friends, but just friends.

Plus, you barely even knew him back when this threesome must have happened. But still, there’s part of you that can’t help but feel a little jealous.

What can you say? He’s ridiculously cute without the mask, but somehow just as hot with it on.

“What?” Emilia asks with an amused expression when you don’t say anything. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

You glance away from her, trying and failing to seem nonchalant. “I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, your voice a little too high.

“Oh, please,” Economos snorts. “It’s written all over your face.”

Emilia leans in even closer, as if there’s a chance that your friends could hear her from across the rooftop. “Look, if that’s something you’re interested in, all you would need to do is say the word. Adrian didn’t have a threesome with Chris and that woman for the woman. He did it because to him, sex is like… I don’t know, a bonding experience for him and people he’s close to. People he cares about. And he really cares about you. You’re one of his closest friends. I think he’d go along with pretty much anything you wanted.”

You can’t help but smile, your eyes settling on Adrian once again.

She has a point. You wouldn’t say that a random threesome is typical Adrian behavior. Adrian doesn’t go around throwing himself into sexual situations with complete strangers. The jealousy that you were feeling lessens with the realization that he’d only done that for Chris - his best friend, who he would do anything for.

Maybe - after another beer or two - you’ll work up the courage to take her advice.

••••••

Hours later, when you think the party is finally winding down and that everyone is about to find somewhere to pass out in Emilia’s apartment, she says the words that instantly transport you back to high school.

“Gather around, everyone,” she calls loudly enough to get the group’s attention. “Before we call it a night, I think we should play a little game.”

Economos groans, already bracing himself for whatever she’s going to suggest. She hesitates for a second as your other friends take their places around the table where you’re sitting - Chris and Ads on either side of Economos, and Adrian right beside you on the patio loveseat where you’re sitting criss-cross.

“Oooh,” Adrian coos. “Is it a game where you guys take turns quizzing me on spider facts?”

“How is that even a game?” Ads asks flatly.

“I don’t know, but it would be really fun,” Adrian says with genuine enthusiasm. He’d ditched his Vigilante mask a while ago to be able to drink, and from where you sit beside him, you have the perfect view of his tousled curls and sharp jawline.

God. Maybe you wouldn’t want him to keep the mask on, after all. He’s too fucking cute to not look at. And his lips - his plush, pink lips. How would you be able to resist kissing them if you and him were—

The sound of Emilia’s voice calling your name snaps you out of your trance. You blink, cheeks heating as you’re caught mid-stare.

“Huh?”

She smirks, clearly having noticed the way you’d been distracted. “I said, don’t you think truth or dare sounds fun?”

You narrow your eyes at her suspiciously. “Since when are you one for teenage party games?”

“Oh, come on,” she implores. “It’s Halloween. Just a few rounds.”

You purse your lips, giving her a look that says I know what you’re trying to do. “It’s definitely after midnight now, but fine. A few rounds.”

“Great,” she says, clearly satisfied.

She turns towards Chris and you breathe a sigh of relief. You’re safe for the moment, at least. You have a few minutes to contemplate if truth or dare is the less risky choice - though you’re sure she would find a way to use either one as a weapon.

“Alright, Chris. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he answers without hesitation.

“Saw that coming from a mile away,” Ads mutters under her breath.

Emilia taps her chin as if in deep thought. “I dare you to tell us what you’re most afraid of.”

“Pass.”

“That’s not how the game works,” she says with a saccharine smile. “You trust us all, right?”

He scowls as the rest of the group stares at him in anticipation. “Fine,” he huffs. Then, his expression softens and he looks down at the ground. “I’m most afraid of Eagly dying. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s my best friend and I can’t bear the thought of losing him.”

Everyone is silent for a moment, surprised by the honesty and emotion in Chris’s answer. Then, trying his hardest to lighten the mood, Adrian pipes up.

“You know, I’ve been reading up on eagle facts lately. Did you know that in captivity, they can live upwards of forty years? So, there’s a good chance you could die before Eagly.”

Another beat of silence, broken by Economos and Ads speaking at the exact same time. “Jesus, Adrian.”

You manage to refrain from laughing, but you’re unable to stop yourself from smiling at him. Maybe it wasn’t the most appropriate response, but you know his intentions were pure.

Emilia turns to Adrian with a sigh. “Your turn, Vig. Truth or dare?”

“Uh - truth. No, dare. No. Truth. Yeah, truth.”

Emilia hums in thought, but you don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to yours for a brief moment. You can tell by the look on her face that she already knows exactly what she’s going to ask Adrian - and you have no doubt she already has a truth or dare lined up for you, too. Your grip on the neck of the beer bottle in your hand tightens involuntarily, suddenly regretting ever voicing your earlier curiosity to her and Economos.

“Out of everyone here, who do you feel the closest to and why?”

Adrian goes uncharacteristically quiet. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to formulate an answer. Normally, he just says the first thing to cross his mind. But right now, you can see his brows furrow beneath his glasses, like he’s really putting thought into what he wants to say.

“Well, Chris is my best friend, of course. That goes without saying,” he starts, then turns his body slightly towards you, looking you in the eye. “But other than Chris, I’m closest to you.”

He turns back to the rest of the group, who are all looking at him - though none of them look surprised.

“I just trust her a lot, I guess. Like, more than I trust most people, and that’s a big deal to me. She just gets me, you know?”

You feel your stomach flip, and Emilia’s eyebrows lift in silent amusement.

Adrian keeps going, seemingly oblivious to the way that everyone has gone silent. “And she never makes me feel like I’m weird for the stuff I say or do. She listens whenever I talk, no matter how dumb it is. She laughs at my jokes, even when no one else thinks they’re funny. And I like hanging out with her. Like, a lot. I kinda want to spend time with her all the time, actually.”

When he realizes how much he’s rambled, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turn fuschia. “So, yeah. Her.”

For a moment, nobody says a word. Your chest feels warm and your pulse flutters in a way that can’t be blamed on all of the beer you’ve drank. You’re convinced that you’ve forgotten how to speak, so you simply place your hand on his knee and give it a soft, comforting squeeze.

Emilia’s lips twitch, fighting a grin. “That might just be the most sincere answer that anyone has ever given during truth or dare.”

“Hey!” Chris says. “My answer was extremely fucking heartfelt.”

Emilia ignores him, turning to you with a wicked look. Your stomach flips once again, but this time for an entirely different reason.

“Truth or dare?” She asks simply.

You hesitate. You can only fucking imagine what kind of question she’ll ask if you pick truth, so…

“Dare,” you answer reluctantly.

You regret it before she gets the first word out. The look on her face says it all - this was her goal from the very start.

“I dare you to…” she trails off, her eyes darting between you and Adrian. “Whisper your biggest sexual fantasy in Adrian’s ear.”

The entire group reacts at once. Chris nearly tips his chair backwards from laughing so hard, Ads just shakes her and takes another sip of her drink, and Economos mutters, “I knew this was going to get weird.”

“You conniving little bitch,” you sigh, though there’s no real malice in your words. Her intentions are clear - in her own weird, twisted way, she’s trying to play matchmaker. And you’re letting her.

“Okay. Fine.”

Maybe it’s the fact that you aren’t one to back down from a dare. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve had a little too much to drink. Or maybe it’s the fact that Adrian’s answer to Emilia’s question is giving you the encouragement that you need. Maybe it’s all a little bit of all three - but for whatever reason, you’re able to gather up the nerve to lean in close, holding up your hand to shield your lips next to Adrian’s ear.

Everyone is silent, waiting for you to fulfill your dare. You try not to focus on that, instead focusing on the smell of his aftershave as you force the words out.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?” You whisper.

“I’d never laugh at you,” he says in a hushed, earnest tone.

You take a deep breath. “It’s you. In the mask.”

He jumps back as if you’ve electrocuted him. “Holy shit, really? You’re serious?” Then, realizing that he’s speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear, he leans in, his mouth directly next to your ear. “Wait…you mean like, during sex?”

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your skin on fire. “That was the question, wasn’t it?”

“Holy shit,” he breathes again, this time softer. “Why haven’t you told me before now?”

The close proximity of your face and his makes you feel dizzy, despite the fact that you’re sitting down. You’re vaguely aware that all of your friends are gawking at the two of you, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard for you to care.

“Why?” You murmur. “Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“Jesus, what did you say to him?” Chris interrupts before Adrian can answer, his voice full of exaggerated disgust. You clear your throat, turning back to the group as Adrian puts an inch or two of space in between you.

“That’s between them,” Emilia scolds him. “Alright, who’s next? Ads? Truth or dare?”

For the remainder of the game, you find it extremely difficult to pay attention to what anyone says or does. All you can focus on is the way Adrian gradually moves close to you again once the attention is no longer on the two of you, the side of his thigh brushing against yours.

You can’t stop replaying his reaction to your confession in your head, and mentally cursing the way that Chris had interrupted before Adrian could answer your question. What would he have said? Do you have the nerve to bring it up again?

Probably not. The liquid courage you’d felt earlier had dissipated, as you had stopped drinking some time ago and can hardly even consider yourself to be tipsy at this point.

Eventually, the game loses momentum. Economos disappears inside to pass out on Emilia’s couch, Ads decides to go back to her place, and Chris and Emilia converse by the railing, which leaves you and Adrian by yourselves on the loveseat.

He’s currently rambling about how spiders can actually produce seven different types of silk and you’re… letting him. You’re just listening, and watching him. You’re thinking about how cute he is in his glasses, and how he’s so close that you can feel warmth radiate off of him.

“Alright, you two,” Emilia calls from the doorway across the rooftop. “It’s nearly three o’clock. Either crash here or go home. I’m gonna lock up.”

You glance at Adrian to see that he’s already looking at you.

“I can drive you home,” he offers quickly, nearly tripping over his own words. “If you want. I only had two beers hours ago, so I’m totally fine to drive.”

You hesitate. The thought of being truly alone with him after your earlier conversation makes your heart race, but the way he’s looking at you, so hopeful, makes the decision easy.

“Yeah,” you nod, hoping you don’t sound too eager. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He beams, already standing up and offering you his hand to help you up. Emilia holds the door open for you and him to enter the stairwell, giving you a satisfied look that communicates that she accomplished exactly what she had hoped to when suggesting a game of truth or dare.

Depending on how the rest of the night goes, you may or may not forgive her for instigating.

••••••

The car ride starts off in comfortable silence.

At least, it would be comfortable if your heart weren’t thudding so loudly that Adrian can probably hear it.

The roads are empty at this hour and the streetlights blur as he drives in the light rain that coincidentally started as soon as you got into his car. The only thing you can hear is the pitter-patter of raindrops and the squeaking of his windshield wipers that desperately need replaced.

You sneak a glance at him. He’s still in costume, minus the mask, which he had tossed in the backseat. His reaction to your confession continues to play on an endless loop in your mind, and though the thought of rejection terrifies you, you know you’ll always wonder what if if you let this night come to an end without getting some kind of closure.

You aren’t going to let Emilia’s meddling be for nothing. Not if you can help it.

“So…” you start quietly, twisting your fingers in your lap. “Did you mean what you said earlier? During the game?”

He glances at you briefly before looking back to the road. “Which part?”

“You know.” You clear your throat. “About me. When Emilia asked who you’re closest to.”

“Of course I meant it,” he answers, his voice soft, without a hint of hesitation. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. You’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had in my whole life. Every word I said was true.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest. The air in his Sebring suddenly feels uncomfortably warm.

“You’re one of my best friends, too, you know,” you say quietly, not trusting your voice to speak. “Ever in my whole life.”

“Really?” He asks, and you can’t help but grin at how excited he sounds. It’s hard to believe that this is the same man that has killed dozens of people with his bare hands.

“Duh,” you laugh.

He smiles, his cheeks dimpling in the adorable way that you’ve grown to love so much. He glances at you, his expression curious. “Can I ask you something now?”

You nod, your breath catching in your throat. “Mm-hm.”

“Did you mean it? What you told me when Emilia dared you to…?” He trails off, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “Or is that just something you made up to avoid telling me your actual fantasy?”

You realize that he has given you an out - you could deny it, tell him that you panicked and said the first thing that came to your mind. But you’re not the best liar. And you don’t want to lie.

Not to him.

But you can’t bring yourself to look at him when you answer. “I really meant it,” you answer simply.

For a second, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at him, worried that maybe he was hoping you’d tell him you hadn’t meant it. Just as you open your mouth to speak again, he slams on the breaks, jerking the steering wheel towards the right. His tires screech as the car comes to a stop on a roadside pull off.

“Jesus, what—”

“I have the mask with me, you know,” he blurts, reaching behind your seat to retrieve the mask from where he had tossed it in the backseat. “It’s right here. I can put it back on if you wanted to, you know…” he trails off, jerking his head towards the backseat.

“Oh,” you squeak, realization dawning on you. “Here? Right here? On the side of the road?”

He looks around and shrugs. “I mean, we can go to your house, too. But these backroads are always deserted at this time—”

“Adrian,” you interject, shaking your head as you try to process what is happening. “Are you sure you want to..? We really don’t have to.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I wanted to be inside you the second you whispered that in my ear. I mean, I’ve wanted to be inside you for a lot longer than that, but now I think I might die if I don’t get as close to you as humanly possible.”

You can hardly believe what you’re hearing. You smile at him. “I want that, too. I just… I don’t want it to ruin our friendship or anything.”

He grabs your hand, shaking his head. “Seriously? It could never ruin our friendship. In fact, that’s like the whole reason that I want to do this. Because you’re my best friend. There’s literally no one else I’d rather be with.”

Your heart stutters, warmth blooming in your chest as all of your doubt melts away at his words.

He shifts in his seat, his mask clutched in one hand. “So, uh…” he starts, gesturing towards it. “Should I…?”

You catch his wrist in your hand before he can finish lifting the mask to his face. “Wait.”

He freezes, his eyes wide, as you lean across the center console. “I do want you to wear it,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “But not yet.”

He blinks. “Not yet?”

You nod, your face just inches from his. “I want to kiss you first.”

For a moment, he looks like he’s forgotten how to speak. How to breathe. It’s so unlike him that you can’t help but giggle.

“Oh,” he says softly. “That’s a good idea. Yeah, let’s do that. Please.”

He closes the distance between you before you have the chance. He brings his hand to the side of your face, cupping your jaw as his lips slate over yours. You can’t help but lean even further over the console, moving your lips with his. Your hand finds his side, fingers gripping the thick material of his suit.

It doesn’t take long for any restraint to disappear. What starts sweet and slow quickly turns desperate and messy, his tongue parting your lips for him. A low, eager noise escapes him when your teeth nip at his bottom lip, making heat pool in your lower belly.

“Promise me,” he breathes when he reluctantly pulls away, “that we can do a lot more of that once I take this mask back off.”

You laugh, breath fanning across his lips. “I promise,” you whisper. “Now get in the backseat.”

He doesn’t hesitate to do exactly that, throwing the driver’s side door open and practically running to the passenger side to open your door for you. He offers you his hand, practically pulling you out of the car before opening the back door. You duck inside, Adrian following you immediately after.

To no surprise, it’s cramped. In addition to various knives and other weapons, there’s also random chip bags that he keeps in steady supply for Eagly. You waste no time pushing the clutter to the floor.

He has his mask still clutched in his hands, looking ready as ever to put it on, but first…

“Take the rest of your suit off,” you breathe. “Just the mask.”

He nods, seemingly eager to do whatever you tell him to do. You help him, unbuttoning his tactical pants as he works to shed the layers of armor from the top half of his body. Soon, he’s left in nothing but his boxers, erection straining firm against the fabric.

Even with the limited amount of lighting in the car, your mouth goes dry at the sight. The muscles of his chest are taut and defined, perfectly sculpted. It isn’t your first time seeing him shirtless, so you aren’t surprised by his physique, but it still leaves you speechless.

He sits down, his bare back against the leather of the seat. You’ve seen so many different sides of him. Goofy and elated when you’re blowing up random kitchen appliances with him and Chris. Brutal and merciless when on missions. Vulnerable when Chris left for an alternate dimension. Ditzy and drunk, dancing without a care in the world. You’ve adored every version of Adrian that you’ve experienced. But right now - this version of him that’s looking at you in awe - is by far your favorite.

“Come here,” he murmurs, voice strained. You quickly tug your panties down your legs before tossing them somewhere in the front seat, the dress you’re wearing for your Halloween costume making it easy to dispose of them. Then, he pulls you onto his lap, your legs bracketing the sides of his thighs.

The swell of his erection, still confined by his boxers, rubs against your cunt. You involuntarily roll your hips and he shudders, his teeth digging into his bottom lip at the movement.

His fingers bunch around the fabric of your dress and you lift your arms, allowing him to tug the fabric upwards, over your head. You’re left in only your bra, which he makes quick work of unclasping and pulling down your arms.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, his gaze raking down your body. “You’re the most beautiful person I know. I can’t believe this is finally happening. Also, normally I would totally go down on you, just so you know. So, I hope I have the chance to do that soon. Tomorrow, maybe—”

“Adrian.” You stop his rambling with a soft kiss to his lips. His fingers tighten their hold on your waist. You pull back, carefully removing his glasses from his face. “We can do whatever you want later. I promise. But right now, put on your mask and get inside me.”

“Right,” he nods enthusiastically, grabbing the mask and maneuvering it over his face. Your palms rest on his chest, excitedly twitching at the sight of him beneath you, bare except for the mask that now conceals his face.

“Fuck,” you sigh, barely audible. Another slow roll of your hips and his hands move from your hips to your ass. “I was right. You look so fucking hot like this.”

You pull back, just enough for him to free his cock from his boxers. He wraps his fist around the length, stroking himself a few times as you raise up on the balls of your feet. He positions himself at your entrance, teasingly nudging at your folds as you brace yourself for the stretch of him.

“Shit,” you both breathe in unison as he eases the tip inside. His hips buck, his restraint slipping away. Part of you wants to take your time, tease him a little - but then you remember that you’re on the side of a random backroad in the middle of the night.

Later. You had promised him later, and you meant it. But that isn’t now.

You sink yourself onto his length with a sharp inhale. He hisses, his head falling back against the seat. He curses under his breath, fingertips digging into your flesh. You go still momentarily, letting yourself adjust to his size before you roll your hips. You brace yourself with your hands on his shoulders, working up to a steady rhythm that has you moaning and him crooning your name.

“God, you are perfect,” he grunts, thrusting upwards to match your movements with his own. “My best friend. Fuck, don’t tell Chris, but you are. You mean the world to me.”

The words pull a strangled cry from deep within you, the tension in your lower belly quickly tightening. You can’t form a coherent sentence, so you settle for his name - Adrian, Adrian, Adrian - it fills the space of the Sebring along with the sound of your body meeting his over and over again.

“Wanna know my biggest fantasy?” His voice is slightly muffled from behind the mask. “It’s you. Just you. Touching you, getting to call you mine. Fuck. Loving you, kissing you—”

That’s it. Your hands fly to the hem of the mask and you pull it off of him, giving him no time to react before crushing your lips to his.

The mask is every bit as hot as you imagined it would be, but as much as you love Vigilante, you love Adrian more.

You reach your climaxes at the same time, your lips never leaving his as you continue to ride him through the waves of pleasure. Only when your legs are shaking and he’s limp beneath you do you collapse against his chest, pressing kiss after kiss to his sweat-slicked skin. His hands roam up and down the expanse of your back, uncharacteristically tender.

“Don’t worry,” you murmur into the crook of his neck. Then, grabbing his glasses from where you’d put them behind the headrest for safekeeping, you place them back onto his face. “I won’t tell Chris what you said about me being your best friend. Your secret is safe with me.”

He shakes his head with a dazed smile. “Honestly, I don’t even care. You can tell everyone. Because it’s the truth. I love Chris a lot, but I love you more. More than anyone. And I don’t need a game of truth or dare to tell you that.”

thank you so much for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are very appreciated! dividers by @/enchanthings

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