the leftism leaving people's bodies when you tell them fat people are human and actually it's fucked up to say that your worst nightmare is to look like us
the leftism leaving people's bodies when you say that it's fine if fat people are also unhealthy. yes you can absolutely be extremely fit and healthy while being fat but it's also literally fine if that fat person is unhealthy
"We stood by a pond that winter day, / And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, / And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; / â They had fallen from an ash, and were gray."
"Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove / Over tedious riddles of years ago;"
"And some words played between us to and fro / On which lost the more by our love."
"The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing / Alive enough to have strength to die;"
"And a grin of bitterness swept thereby / Like an ominous bird a-wingâŠ."
âyou knocked Peacemaker out? yeah, to save his life, John, I couldn't think of anything else.
âwhat was I gonna do, tackle him? yeah, of course, dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?
PEACEMAKER 2.05 / 2.08
it's entirely Adrian's fault that both of you ended up high off some kind of pink powder that's causing all sorts of issues. But it's not just Adrian's fault that the two of you took care of it in his garage... and maybe his bedroom... and maybe on his mom's kitchen table...
wc: 5,001
warnings: dubious consent because sex drugs but verbal consent is given, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), squirting, choking, fingering, unsafe sex, cream pie, Adrian is a whiner, begging, clothed sex. the suit stays ON, afab reader, no y/n, lots of shoving actually, floor sex, table sex, reader kind of hates Adrian but his dick fixes that
an: @flirtysnakes here you go. @bubbleberrie I hope you like this as much as your mom did
This was all fucking Adrianâs fault. He was the one who insisted on having company on his stupid little drug bust.Â
Youâd been with him on a few before, but usually he tackled them alone, since none of your other friends really wanted to keep him company. Going crime fighting with Adrian was a lot like what you imagined taking a child to Disneyland was like.
He was bouncing off the walls, not listening to a word you said, and excited to run around and do everything he could. Except instead of seeing Goofy and going on rollercoasters, he was counting how many headshots he could make and how many kilos of coke he could âconfiscateâ aka hoard in his basement.
There was no reason today should have gone any differently from how busts usually did. Typically, you killed a couple people, let him add to his collection, and got the fuck out before cops arrived.Â
Today was very different, though, because Adrian did something very stupid that he usually tried hard to avoid. He got the two of you into a gun fight in the main stash room. Bullets from both of your guns, and those fired at you, were ripping through tightly packed bricks of what you had assumed was coke, sending the powder flying into the air in big clouds and settling over you. Except this powder was pink and smelled like artificial strawberries.
And the high it gave was unlike any other high youâd ever had.
By the time everyone except you and Adrian were dead, you were panting and sweating, every inch of your body was uncomfortably warm. Every inch of you was on fire. Your pulse was pounding in your throat and throbbing between your thighs and your head was swimming.Â
Adrian seemed to be faring better, saved a little bit by his mask, but you could still see his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was also walking a little oddly as he made his way over to inspect the remaining, unexploded packages.
âAdrian!â you called, your voice as shaky as your knees felt. âLetâs go!â
âBut the drugs-â
âLeave them, we need to go,â He seemed to sense the urgency in your tone and acquiesced. When he turned to make his way towards you and the exit, you realised why his gait was so awkward. He was hard. Very hard.
Your mouth started to water. You had to wrench your gaze away from his very sizable and probably very painful erection to force your legs to move.
Both of you were quiet, save for your panting as you moved mindlessly through the warehouse halls that were littered with bodies.Â
The cool night air when you pushed through the doors felt incredible on your burning skin. For about 10 seconds before you were overheating once again. You stopped to rip off your kevlar vest, breathing only slightly easier once the heavy weight was gone.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,â Adrian was mumbling to himself as he wobbled past where you stood towards his car.Â
You were still standing just outside the door, trying in vain to gulp as many lungfuls of cold air as you could, eyes glued to Adrian. He slumped against the passenger side of his car, not bothering to get in, simply ripping his mask off and pressing his forehead to the cold metal. You swore you heard him moan in relief. Your own whimper at the noise leaked out and his head snapped up.
The two of you were about 20 feet away from each other, but with your newfound tunnel vision, you could see the look on his face clearly. He looked hungry.
Your feet moved before you realised. In an instant that felt like ages, you were pressed against him, pushing his back into his old beater. Your hands tangled in his hair and your lips crashing onto his.
It felt euphoric, his lips and tongue and teeth clashing with yours in a way that seemed less like kissing and more like sparring. It was aggressive and needy and alleviated some of the burning ache that was invading every inch of you. But it wasnât enough.
Even as his hands shifted to your ass, yanking you even further into him and spinning the two of you so you were the one pressed into the car, it wasnât enough. You needed him everywhere on and in you.
And as his hips rutted into yours and one of his hands pulled your leg up to wrap around his waist, pressing the bulge in his suit right between your legs, you thought for sure youâd get more. Right outside of this warehouse where youâd both just committed so much murder.
But, sadly, you were interrupted by the tell tale sound of sirens.
âFuck!â Adrian pushed himself off you. He stumbled back, his hands on his knees as he panted. âWe need to go.â
You groaned, pressing your thighs tightly together as you leaned against the car, unsure that your legs would support you. âWhere are we supposed to go?â
His eyes were trained on your lips, greedily watching every movement they made. He didnât respond, simply staring, his eyes darting between your legs, your heaving chest, and your panting mouth. Your eyes mimicked his, taking all of him in. All the while, sirens rang out louder and louder.
The first distant flashes of red and blue lights seemed to snap both of you out of your trance. Adrian rushed to the driver side, yanking the door open so hard, you were afraid it would come off the hinges.
âMy momâs out of town,â he took his seat and you followed suit, slumping into the passenger seat.
How the two of you managed to make it back to his house when you were on the verge of combusting was a mystery. Especially since Adrian had been whimpering and begging since youâd started to touch yourself halfway through the drive, losing your internal battle for self control.
The way he whined and pleaded with you to stop so he didnât crash the car or cum in his pants was burned into your memory. To your delight though, he was making those same sounds when he pushed you down over the hood of his car.
The garage door was just barely closing, sealing you off from his very normal suburban neighborhood, when Adrian was reaching over you to open your door. He pushed it open and then, to your surprise, he pushed you out.
You would have cursed him and maybe swung at him a few times, if he wasnât vaulting over the hood to haul you to your feet.
Adrianâs mouth met yours again, this kiss just as desperate and combative as the first. Your anger faded as one of his gloved hands knotted in your hair and the other pushed down into your unbuttoned jeans. You couldnât for the life of you figure out how he was able to locate your clit immediately, but thank god he was.
In just a few rough circles, he was able to push you over the edge into an orgasm that was so much more intense than any other youâd experienced. It washed over you in waves, causing your knees to buckle, your eyes to roll back, and your mouth to disconnect from his. The only things holding you up as you gasped and moaned into the air were his grip on your hair and the car at your back. And all the while, his hips were rutting against your thigh, his own little noises joining yours.
As you came back to earth, you found that the burning ache in your core was even hungrier, your walls clenching around nothing. Your hips still twitched through the aftershocks, made even worse by the fact that, while his fingers had slowed, they still hadnât stopped.
Adrianâs pupils were nearly entirely blown out and his mouth was running even as he sucked and bit and licked at your neck.Â
âHoly fuck that was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen. I need to make you do that again. Fuck, I need to be in you though, shit can I? Can I please fuck you now, please?â
Your mouth opened to respond with âyes, pleaseâ, but before you could, Adrian bit down on a spot just below your ear and pushed two fingers inside of you. A strangled gasp leaving your lips instead of the words you were desperate to say.
âPlease,â he was begging now. âPlease, I promise Iâll make it so good. So, so good.â
âYes,â you finally managed to croak out.Â
That was all the permission he needed to withdraw his fingers. Both of you let out disappointed noises at the loss, but yours was cut off when he seamlessly spun you around and moved you over so he could push you down face first into the hood of his Sebring.Â
One of his hands landed on the middle of your back, keeping your front half pinned to the rapidly cooling metal while his other was yanking your pants and underwear down your legs just far enough to give him access. With that same hand, you heard him yank on the belt of his tactical pants and the unzipping of his fly.Â
âHurry up!â You finally found your voice, that slow, raging fire building to the point it was nearly painful.
âFuck, Iâm going,â his voice was breathless.Â
With his pants barely pushed down just like yours, he kicked your legs open wider, all the while keeping pressure on your back. You were completely unable to see what was happening behind you, forced to focus on the feeling only.
You couldnât help the whine you let out when you felt the tip of him push into you. Adrian had to take a deep rattling breath to steady himself before he was slamming his hips into yours, pushing the entirety of his length deep inside of you.
You gasped and he whined. It felt like he was splitting you apart. The deep ache of the stretch had you flexing around him, forcing a whimper out of his mouth.
âFuck⊠donât do that, Iâll cum like immediately,â little noises were leaking from him and his hand that wasnât pressing between your shoulder blades took up a bruising grip on your hip.Â
âThen fucking fuck me!â You were starting to struggle under his hands, trying in vain to grind your hips against his.
Adrian pulled back, harshly slamming into you before stilling again. âGive me a second!â
âNo,â you snarled back, twisting away from his hands.
It was your turn to shove him. He landed on his ass on the garage floor, mouth agape with wide, glassy eyes staring up at you behind his lenses. Your eyes were glued to his dick as you stripped your boots and pants as fast as you could.Â
You had obviously felt the size of him inside of you, but seeing it was something else. He was big. Much bigger than his offputting personality and irritating quirks would have led you to believe. Not that youâd ever thought about how big his dick was. No, youâd never think about that.
Once your shoes and pants were flung into separate corners of the garage, you pounced. Your knees scraped on the concrete as you grasped him and sank down. They were going to be scratched to all hell when this was all over, but you couldnât find it in you to care.Â
All you could focus on right now was how fucking good he felt inside you as you bounced on him. Adrian seemed to also not be thinking about anything other than you as his still gloved hands gripped your hips, helping you along in your movements over him.Â
That was until your own hands, previously braced against his chest, flew to the hem of your own top. The tight fabric suddenly felt like it was strangling you, constricting your breathing. His hands moved up from your hips, shoving at the fabric until it was past your breasts, allowing him to yank down the cups of your bra. After you pulled the shirt over your head, you could have sworn he was giving you heart eyes.Â
When he sat straight up to start licking and nipped at your nipple you clenched around him, causing the most beautiful strangled grunt to jerk its way out of his throat, followed by a whine of your name. His hips rolled up into yours and his hands squeezed you tightly, all the while breathy noises poured out of his lips and onto your skin. Heat was flooding into you and dripping out of you, and yet you both kept moving.
âHoly fuck,â your hips slowed to a stop and your hand tangled in his hair, using the grip to jerk him back so you could look him in the eye. âDid you just cum?â
His face was flushed and a bead of sweat dripped down his face. Adrian nodded. âYeah⊠Felt too good.â
With a groan of your own, you smashed your lips to his, one hand still maintaining the death grip on his hair while your tongue pushed into his mouth.Â
âThatâs so hot,â you spoke directly into his mouth. Your hips started to grind down onto him again, and you finally noticed he was still rock hard inside of you. Part of you was concerned, but a bigger part was focused on chasing your own orgasm, consumed by your own need.Â
Adrian seemed to agree that your pursuit of your own end was more important than his comfort. His gloved thumb made contact with your clit, all of his focus going towards the figure eights he was drawing. Little noises that let you know just how overstimulated he already was leaked into your mouth and you answered with your own moans.
Once again, you found yourself embarrassingly close to cumming in a shamefully short amount of time since he touched you. It was building, promising to hit you even harder as the sensation of his hard length sliding in and out of you seemed to amplify everything.
Your head dropped back and away, disconnecting your lips from his when the damn finally broke. Your mouth was open, but no sound escaped as every muscle in your body locked.
Adrian didnât let up, though. His finger kept up its motion on your clit, his free hand took over your movements, not allowing you to slow down in your riding, and his lips found your neck.
He was biting and sucking as your entire body trembled. Your hand in his hair tightened, the thrust up into you that that triggered finally forced sound to leave your lips. High pitched moans and gasps left you as he just kept pushing you further.
Adrian just wouldnât stop, even when tears started to leak down your cheeks and your trembling turned into full on shaking. He kept going, causing the waves of pleasure to wash over you in increasingly mind blowing waves.Â
You had to jerk his hand away to stop him when things teetered on too much. Your head dropped to his, pressing your foreheads together as you wheezed, trying to regain your ability to think.
He held you as you came down. One of his hands did snake up your back to undo your bra, dropping it away to leave you fully naked.
When you were finally able to breathe somewhat normally, you pulled back to look at him. He was disheveled, looking as dazed as you felt, but his green eyes sparkled with wonder. That was when it dawned on you that even after the life changing orgasm youâd just experienced, the heat in your stomach wasnât done with you just yet.
âFuck,â you grumbled, grinding your hips down into his. âItâs not enough. Fuck me, Adrian. Come on.â
âWe need to get off this floor,â he shifted, biting his lip at the way you squeezed him. âMy ass is asleep.â
It nearly broke your heart to pull off of him and stumble into a standing position. âFine, fine.â
âHoly shit,â Adrian jumped to his feet, still somehow way more coordinated than you. âYour kneesâŠâ
You looked down, finding them a little bloody and scratched raw. It should have hurt, but for some reason, there was no pain. Except the pain coming from deep in your lower stomach, craving him deep inside you.
âI donât care, Iâm fine,â you dragged him towards you by the straps on his suit. âAre you going to fuck me or not?â
âOnly if you let me clean those eventually,â his hands went to the back of your thighs, picking you up. His hand gripped his length, sliding home while you wrapped your legs around his waist.
âSure,â your hand went to his cheek and your lips found his neck. âYou can do anything you want.â
This was Adrian so, of course, he immediately made you regret your choice of words.
âAnything? Because Iâve always wanted to spar naked with you,â that didnât sound like a horrible idea. Of course it got worse, but he was already walking into the house, the movement of each step causing you to inadvertently bounce on his length again. You didnât really care what else he said, as long as he made you cum again. âAnd maybe we could play catch but with a knife because I need to practice catching them without getting cut and the idea of you throwing a knife at me is, like, the hottest thing I can imagine-â
He was setting you down on the kitchen table, your ass resting on the edge and his dick still buried to the hilt inside of you.
âThatâs the hottest thing you can think of?â Your hand reached out to grab his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eyes. âAdrian, youâre balls deep in me, Iâm naked, and youâre still wearing your suit. This isnât hotter?â
It was like you just told him the earth was round and blew his mind. His eyes bugged out as they swept over your form. He took in every inch of bare skin, all the way from your face down to where the two of you were connected. His hips jerked forward while he muttered something you didnât catch under his breath.
When his eyes flicked back up to yours a grin took over his face.
âOk, maybe that's the second hottest thing I can think of.â
âThatâs what I thought,â your smile mirrored his before it was sliding off your face as he actually started to move.Â
He was slow as he pulled out of you, but his movement back in was rough and forceful. It knocked the breath out of you, and would have pushed you back across the table if he didnât have a death grip on your hips.
Your own hands floundered for a moment before finding spots that you could dig your fingers into on the front of his suit. You were holding on for dear life as he increased the pace of his thrusts.
When your head started to drop back, breaking eye contact with him, he was quick to grab a handful of your hair. He pulled you back up, keeping your gaze locked on his as he continued his brutal movements.Â
It was impossible to stop the breathy noises you were letting out as you stared him down. He was shifting his hips every few thrusts, searching for that angle that would have you crying and cumming in no time.Â
His persistence paid off. The newest angle had him hitting that soft spot inside you dead on when he pushed in. Your moan of his name tipped him off to his success immediately.
You had expected him to keep at it. What you hadnât expected was for him to push you down, laying your back across the cool wood of the dining room table. His hands yanked you down, your entire ass hanging off the edge now as he pulled your legs up over his shoulders. From there, he kept up that angle. In and out while you writhed and arched under him.
The feeling was starting to build and you found your hands scrambling to grip the edge of the table as he unrelentingly pounded into you.
âNeed you to cum again,â he sounded out of breath. His eyes were raking over you. âNeed you to cum with me.â
He was pushing you closer and closer. Every push in was like striking a match, sending sparks flashing behind your eyes.Â
âCan you do that?â Adrian was leaning over you now, bending you practically in half as the new angle allowed him deeper access. The hand that wasnât keeping your hips in position wrapped around your neck, putting just the right pressure on the sides to have your eyes rolling back and fuzz clouding your ears. âCan you cum around me? Please, baby?â
You couldnât speak. All you could give him was a nod as you clenched around him. He groaned, tilting his head down to watch as his length moved in and out of you.
âGod, fuck, you feel incredible. Canât believe weâve never done this before,â you werenât listening to a damn thing he said, too focused on the heat that was once again nearing the overflow point.
Your walls had started to twitch and spasm around him, clueing him in to how close you really were.Â
âCum, please cum. I need it, I need to feel you,â the fact that the final straw was him begging was something youâd have to examine later. For now, you were focused on the way your walls squeezed rhythmically as your orgasm overtook you. It was less intense than the previous two, probably since Adrian had spared your clit from any more stimulation, but it still had your eyes shutting and his name falling from your lips.
Groans and whines came from Adrian as he gave a few more thrusts before he was cumming deep inside of you again.Â
His shakiness seemed to match yours as he released your throat, sliding your legs off his shoulders so he could nuzzle into your neck. Both of you panted as you slowly came down.
He was finally softening inside of you, seemingly having fucked the drug out of his system. You, on the other hand, werenât as lucky.Â
Adrian had his mask to offer him some protection when the two of you got dosed. You hadnât. Youâd gotten a much larger dose, and were still feeling him. There was still that itch deep inside you that hadnât yet been scratched.
âPlease,â you whined, your hips trying their best to roll up into his. You didnât have much success, given that he still had you fully pinned under him. âPlease, Adrian, I need more.â
He pulled back to look at you, taking in the desperate look on your face. âShit, ok. Itâs ok, Iâll take care of you.â
Adrian slowly pushed himself up and off of you. A whine was already building in your throat when his weight left you, but it tumbled out when he slowly pulled out of you. He paused to watch his release drip down onto the floor.
You were sure he would have stood there staring for hours if you hadnât begun writhing and reaching a hand between your legs. If he wasnât going to deal with the problem he caused, you would.
He stopped you before you could, slapping your hand away. With a firm grip on your waist, Adrian pulled you off the table and onto your feet. You werenât standing for long, though, since he was ducking down and lifting you over his shoulder.
It wasnât particularly comfortable, with his armour digging into your stomach with every step he took, but it did give you a good view of his ass.Â
Just when you were about to give into the temptation to slap it, Adrian was hauling you off his shoulder and throwing you onto his bed. You bounced, landing in the center.
Youâd never been in his room before, but any urge to snoop was squashed by the sight of Adrian starting to peel off his tactical gear.Â
First his chest plate hit the floor, followed by his compression shirt, revealing a ridiculously toned chest that you had no idea he was hiding under those god awful polos heâd been wearing lately. You felt pathetic, nearly salivating over him as he stripped out of his pants. His dick was soft, completely worn out, even as he looked at you naked on his bed, but you didnât care. You were fascinated by his muscular thighs that were begging for you to ride them.
Your staring was interrupted as Adrian moved to kneel on the edge of his bed. His eyes still scanned over you, finally focusing between your legs. He looked hungry.
âGet comfortable,â you swallowed hard, following his order as you scooted up to lay your head on his pillows. When he was satisfied that you were ready, he crawled between your legs.
He hooked his arms under your thighs to put pressure on your stomach before he was directing one of your hands to his hair. âPull me off if itâs too much.â
All you could do was nod as you watched him lower his lips to your mound. His eyes stayed focused on yours as he kissed lower and lower until he was pressing a closed mouth kiss over your clit.Â
And then an open mouthed kiss.Â
And then he was well and truly eating you. His lips and tongue felt like they were everywhere, testing what touches where gave you the strongest reaction.Â
It didnât take him long to find the combination that had your hips shifting and trying to grind against his mouth. His hands on your stomach quickly put a stop to that though. They pressed you into the bed, keeping you as immobile as he could while he pulled ungodly noises from your mouth. His own groans and the filthy wet sounds from between your legs joined your sounds.
Your feelings were slowly warming to Adrian, but he still was managing to piss you off with how easily he was figuring out how to make you reach the brink. You were close, but something was missing. Your whining picked up steam, little breathy moans of his name filling the empty air.
Adrian, stupid fucking Adrian who missed every social cue except for when it came to making you cum aparently, read your mind. One of his hands left your stomach, two of his fingers snaking inside of you to brush against that same spot that had you cumming on his dick just 10 minutes previously.
He stroked his fingers there, his mouth intently focused on your clit, and his other hand still putting that pressure on your stomach that made everything feel even more overwhelming.Â
You could feel it. What was âitâ? It was the slow fading of that unnatural heat and the increasingly pleasurable feeling of your orgasm building once more. But it felt different. There was the anticipation of your orgasm, sure, but there was a pressure, too.Â
That pressure was growing alongside your pleasure, the two of them seemingly bouncing off each other, pushing them higher and higher. The feeling was foreign and you couldnât place it.
Until you were on the edge. Then you realized what it felt like.
âWait, Adrian-â
He didnât listen, doubling down on his efforts and pushing you past the point of no return.
You didnât see what happened, your eyes had rolled back into your head and your back was so arched youâd be feeling it tomorrow. But you felt it. Like the strongest release of tension in your entire life.
That band inside of you snapped and the floodgates opened. Literally.Â
Your legs shook, thighs trying unsuccessfully to squeeze shut around his shoulders, while your hips jolted involuntarily as the pleasure peaked. It felt never ending. Hot and blinding and overwhelming until it finally began to slow down.
You were breathless, one of your arms flung over your eyes as your body twitched weakly through the aftershocks. You didnât move. You couldnât. You didnât want to.
Until Adrian was moving. His body heat left yours, causing you to peak up at him. He was kneeling between your legs now and the lower half of his face was drenched. For a moment, you thought nothing of that, until you pushed up onto your elbows and saw that the bed was drenched.
A horrified look crossed your face. You peed on him. Oh my god. You need to find the nearest exit right now.Â
Adrian didnât look horrified, though. If anything he looked smug.
âI didnât know you could squirt,â the idiot was licking his fingers clean.
Your brain stuttered. You squirted? That had never happened before.Â
Again, you couldnât decide if you were happy he was the one who had made you do it or if you were pissed at him for being that good.
âMe neither,â your voice was weak as you watched him.
For a moment, both of you were quiet, assessing each other.
Finally, he spoke. âLetâs clean up and go to bed, yeah?â
You nodded, allowing him to pull you onto legs that were about as strong as jelly and guide you into the shower.
It wasnât until the next day, while he made you breakfast, that you finally laid into him about how it was his fault the two of you got dosed. He took it all with a smile on his face.
It didnât take much longer after that for him to have you bent over the same table he fucked you on the day before, doing his best to convince you to forgive him.
SYNOPSIS â you have a thing for adrian in his glasses
CONTENT â 18+ minors dni! porn with some plot, sub!adrian, dry humping, oral sex (both receiving), fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), belly bulge, creampie. i think thatâs it but let me know if iâve missed anything!
WC â 6.7k
NOTE â this is my first ever fic! i hope you all enjoy it lol
MASTERLIST
The others had gone out hours ago â all off on some mission that didnât require a second vigilante or the person Adrian Chase currently could not stop staring at. You.
You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, lazily scrolling through your phone while the dim lamplight flickered across the peeling walls of the safehouse. The air smelt faintly of gun oil, stale pizza, and whatever cheap air freshener Harcourt had pretended not to buy.
Adrian sat on the opposite end of the couch, a little too upright, his mask sitting crooked on the coffee table beside a half-empty can of coke. He drummed his fingers against his knee like someone whoâd never been left alone with their crush before â because, well, he hadnât.
He cleared his throat once. Then again. Then again, louder.
Nothing from you.
âSo, uh,â he started, voice a little too bright, âdid you know that jumping spiders do little dances to impress mates. Like, actual dances. With their legs and everything.â He mimed an awkward eight-legged wiggle. âAnd theyâre really good at sneaking! Are you good at sneaking? You seem like youâd be good at sneaking. Youâre quiet. Likeââ He squinted. ââreally quiet.â
Still nothing. Just a faint hum of acknowledgement as you scrolled.
Adrian smiled nervously, like a kid trying to fill a silence that wasnât asking to be filled. âI mean, thatâs cool. Being quiet. People like that are mysterious. Youâre probably mysterious. Do you have secrets? You totally do. Everyone does. Mineâs that I once cried during Shrek 2. Donkeyâs friendship arc really got me.â
You glanced up then â just for a second â and he brightened immediately, grinning as if that brief flicker of eye contact had powered him back on.
âYeah, you laughed, I saw it!â he said, pointing triumphantly. âSee? You get it! Youâve got great taste. I can tell. Youâre, like, the kind of person who doesnât need to talk a lot to make an impact, you know? Like, if you do say something, itâs probably really smart or funny or both, and then everyoneâs like, âWow, what a legend.â Meanwhile Iâm just over here talking about tactical capes for ten minutes straight.â
You gave a faint smile, just enough to make him light up again.
âOkay, okay, hear me out,â Adrian said, scooting forward slightly. âTactical. Cape. Itâs like a regular cape, but with utility. Hidden knives, smoke bombs, maybe a snack pocket. Because, like, fighting crime burns calories, and no one ever thinks about mid-battle hunger. I could keep a granola bar in there. Or a Pop-Tart. Pop-Tarts are top-tier fuel for justice.â
You huffed a soft laugh through your nose. Adrian heard it like a victory fanfare.
He leaned back, more relaxed now, rambling freely. âIâve been thinking about new gadgets, too. Maybe something like Batarangs, but sharper. Vigilant-er. Or a grappling hook that doubles as a taser! Oh, and I saw this video once about a guy who made armor out of carbon fiberâactually, youâd love it. You seem like youâd appreciate cool tech stuff. Do you?â
You looked up again, meeting his gaze briefly. You didnât answer, but there was a softness in your expression, something patient. He smiled faintly, words stumbling to a slower rhythm now.
âI like that you listen,â he said quietly. âMost people donât. They tell me to shut up. Which, you know, fair, because I talk a lot. But you donât. You just⊠listen. And I guess thatâs kindaânice.â
He rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks a little pink beneath the warm light. âI donât really know how to be quiet around people I like. I just start talking and⊠keep going.â He chuckled nervously, then looked at you again. âItâs weird, right? The more I like someone, the more words fall out of me like a busted vending machine.â
You tilted your head slightly, eyes flicking up from your phone. There was the faintest smirk tugging at your lips. âPeople you like, huh?â
Adrian froze.
âOhâuhâyeah! Like⊠like, you know, people in general,â he said quickly, words tripping over each other in a frantic stampede. âFriends. Teammates. Uh, colleagues. People with⊠good moral compasses. And cool hair. Not that your hair isnâtâwaitââ
He winced, realizing he was digging himself deeper, hands flailing helplessly. âI mean, your hair is great! Not that I look at your hair, like, a lot. I mean, sometimes. Not in a creepy way! Just in a⊠observational way? Likeâscientific!â
He was unraveling fast. You set your phone down, eyes glinting with amusement. âSo you like my hair?â Â
He stared at you, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open. His face went redder, if that was even possible. âIâuhâno! I mean yes! Not like thatâwell, not not like thatâoh my godââ He buried his face in his hands with a groan.Â
You laughed softly, a quiet, melodic sound that sent colour rushing up his neck.
âOh my god, I sound like a lunatic,â he muttered, half to himself. âWhy am I still talking? Stop talking, Adrian. StopâtalkingâAdrian.â He actually smacked himself lightly on the side of his head for emphasis, groaning.
You only stared back at him, perfectly calm, eyes twinkling with mischief. âYouâre cute when you panic, you know that?â
âI just meant,â he said in a rush, hands flapping like he could physically wave the embarrassment away, âthat youâreâuhâyouâre nice to be around! Yeah! Thatâs all I meant. Youâre quiet, and calm, and not a jerk! And sometimes you smile at me, which is⊠kind of the best thing ever, honestlyâwait, that sounded weird againââ
You let him flounder for another moment, quietly amused, until you leaned back with an innocent expression. âSo⊠you like me?â
His brain short-circuited. There was a beat of silence where his mouth opened, closed, and opened again like a confused goldfish.
âIâuhâwhat? No! I meanâyes! Wait, no! I meanââ He pressed both hands to his face, muffling a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a squeak. âOh my god. Iâm so bad at this. Forget I said anything. Just, uh, delete that from your memory. Men in Black style. Flashy thing and everything.â
You couldnât help it; you laughed â properly this time, shoulders shaking.
Adrian peeked through his fingers, expression mortified but also faintly hopeful behind his slightly crooked glasses. âYouâre laughing at me, arenât you? You think Iâm an idiot, donât you?â
You shrugged lightly, smile still lingering.
He sighed dramatically, dragging his hands down his face. âGreat. Fantastic. Adrian Chase, master vigilante, feared by criminals, brought down by one quiet person with a nice smile. Classic.â
Your chuckle softened into something gentler, and his shoulders loosened a little. You didnât speak, just watched him ramble, his words tumbling out in anxious bursts. The more he talked, the more flustered he got â cheeks flushed, glasses sliding down his nose, hair sticking up from where heâd run his hands through it too many times.
And yet⊠there was something oddly magnetic about him like this.
His glasses had slipped a little to one side, catching the light. They framed the warmth in his eyes â eyes that, despite his nervous fumbling, held nothing but sincerity. His words might have been tangled, but his feelings werenât.
You found yourself smiling without meaning to.
He noticed immediately. âOh god, now youâre smiling. Is that good? Bad? Are you laughing with me or at me? Because I can handle either, honestly, I justâwell, actually, Iâd prefer âwith.ââ
You gave a small shrug, the tiniest nod â as if to say, with. He let out a long, shaky breath, like heâd just defused a bomb. âOkay. Cool. Yeah. With is good. With is great. I can do âwith.ââ
A moment passed. His rambling slowed, the energy around him softening. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter â almost shy. âSo⊠yeah. Thatâs me. The guy who canât shut up around people he likes. Wait! Not like-like ââ
You tilted your head, feigning a frown. âSo you donât like me?â
Adrianâs entire body went rigid. âWhat? Noâ I meanâ yes! Waitâ not no yes, but yes yes! I doâ like youâ but I didnât mean to say it like that, because it sounds, you know, serious. And not that I wouldnât be serious if you wanted seriousâ oh my god, stop talking, Adrian.â
He physically winced, clapping a hand over his mouth. His other hand waved frantically as though he could swat his own words out of the air before they reached you.
You bit the inside of your cheek, trying hard not to laugh. He looked so hopelessly frazzled â his glasses sliding further down his nose, eyes wide and bright and completely out of his depth.
âOkay, uh,â he continued weakly, voice muffled through his hand, âjust to clarify, I absolutely like you. Probably too much. Like, itâs getting medically concerning. I think about you a lot, which isnât creepyâwell, maybe a little creepy, but in a cute way?â
You stood. Adrian blinked up at you, mid-rant, tracking your movement like a confused cat. His head tilted to one side, brows furrowed as you crossed the short distance between you.
âWait, are youâare you leaving? Please donât leave. I swear I can be less weird if given, like, a five-minute reset. I just need toââ
You stopped right in front of him. He looked up, words dying instantly in his throat. Without saying anything, you reached down and adjusted his crooked glasses, straightening them gently on the bridge of his nose. His breath caught â sharp, soft. The world seemed to freeze around that small touch.
His voice came out barely above a whisper. âOh.â
You smiled faintly, your hand lingering for a second longer than necessary before you lowered it. Then, with quiet confidence, you moved â settling yourself down onto his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Adrian went absolutely still. Every muscle in his body locked up like someone had hit the emergency brakes.
His eyes darted between your face and the wall and back again. âUh. Okay. Cool. Yep. This isâwow. This is happening. Youâreâyouâre sitting on me. Thatâs new. Not bad-new! Great-new! Likeâbest-day-ever-new!â
You didnât say anything. You just watched him, amused, while he tried very hard to keep breathing normally.
His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure where they were allowed to go. âIs thisâare weâdo Iâshould Iââ
You leaned in slightly, just enough for him to swallow his next half-formed sentence. He blinked, looking at you like he was trying to solve a riddle written in an alien language.
âAdrian,â you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
He blinked rapidly. âYeah?â
âBreathe,â you smiled, gently cupping his jaw.
âOh. Right.â He took a quick inhale, a little too fast, coughing once before exhaling. âOkay. Breathing. Iâm breathing. Definitely not dying of happiness. Nope. Totally fine.â
Your hand fell from his jaw and brushed his shoulder, and his entire face went a shade deeper. You could feel the nervous energy humming beneath his skin â the kind that made him fidget and ramble, but now it was channeled into stillness, anticipation.
For once, he wasnât talking.
You smiled, tilting your head. âYou were saying something about liking me?â
He made a strangled noise that mightâve been a laugh. âYeah, I, uh⊠I still do. Like, like-like. Justâjust to clarify. In case that wasnât obvious by, you knowâŠâÂ
He gestures vaguely at the entire situation and you laughed quietly â the kind of soft, genuine laugh that made him melt.
He grinned helplessly, eyes shining behind those now perfectly straightened glasses.
âI⊠have absolutely no idea what to do with my hands,â he admitted, voice small.
You reached down, taking one of them in yours, resting it against your knee. He looked at it like it was a miracle. Then, after a beat, he looked back at your face, his grin returning â softer now, still a little shaky.
âJust so youâre aware,â you whisper, leaning in just a fraction, close enough that your lips brushed against his ear. âI like you too. Like-like.â
Your confession hit him like a flashbang. His mouth fell open â no words, no jokes, not even a nervous laugh. Just shock. You pulled back and saw how his pupils were dilated, how his breath stuttered, and how, for once, Adrian Chase â the man who could talk through gunfire, chaos, and a nuclear countdown â was completely, utterly speechless.
You tilted your head, amused by the silence. âWhatâs wrong? Did I just break Vigilante?â
He blinked twice, a quiet, breathless laugh finally escaping him. âIâuhâno, Iâm fine. Totally fine. Justâwow. Youâuhâwow.â
You smiled. âYou say that a lot.â
âYeah, butââ He shook his head, a dazed grin spreading across his face. âThis time I actually mean it. Wow.â
He looked at you for a long moment, wonder softening every sharp edge in him. Then, almost timidly, he whispered, âYou really mean that?â
You nodded. âEvery word.â
Adrian let out a shaky breath, his laugh breaking halfway through it â part disbelief, part joy. âOkay. Cool. Great. Totally normal reaction. Iâm just gonna sit here and, uh, internally combust for a bit.â
You smiled and rested your forehead against his, your voice barely above a whisper. âYou talk too much,â you teased.
He grinned, dazed and glowing. âYeah,â he breathed, âbut apparently you donât mind.â
You smiled and leaned closer. âHmm, I suppose not,â you whispered, placing your hand at the base of his neck, gently scratching there.
Adrian shivered slightly at your touch, eyes widening as he caught your gaze. Your lips hovered for a moment before connecting with his.
His hands froze midair, unsure where to go, and then settled tentatively on your waist as if trying to anchor himself to the reality of the moment.
When you pulled back just slightly, your forehead resting against his, he let out a breathless laugh, cheeks flushed. âYou just kissed me.â
âDid I?â you feign shock, tilting your head, eyes wide as if the idea were utterly scandalous.
Adrianâs entire body froze. His hands hung awkwardly in the air for a second before settling back on your waist, almost as if holding you in place might stop the world from spinning. âUh⊠well⊠yeah! I meanâwowâyes! You did! Thatâs⊠I donâtââ
You pressed a finger lightly to his lips again, cutting off his panicked ramble. âIâm messing with you, you dork,â you whispered, a small teasing smile tugging at your lips.
âRight,â Adrian mumbled behind your hand. âI knew⊠I knew that.â
You laugh softly, shaking your head and letting your hand fall from his mouth and onto his shoulder before leaning back in and connecting your lips once again.
This time, Adrian didnât just pause to savor it â he leaned into it with way too much enthusiasm, tangling his fingers in your hair as if he was afraid you might vanish. You gently tilt his head back, deepening the kiss.Â
His tongue slid tentatively against yours, and he made a soft, muffled noise of delight against your lips. Your body shuddered, allowing him to explore and taste every inch of your mouth.Â
Adrianâs hands moved down to your sides, holding you just a little too firmly, his mind racing faster than his mouth ever could. He instinctively pulled you closer causing you to grind down, feeling his cock throb against your core through the layer of his jeans.
You pulled back from the kiss, a heavenly moan eliciting from your lips. Adrian dropped his head onto your chest, slowly losing himself to the pleasure. One of your hands settled on the back of his head as the other gripped the couch behind him.Â
His palms hesitantly glide up and down your thighs, gripping them ever so slightly. The both of you wanted more, needed more. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension building between you like a storm about to break. Your body begged for it as his thighs trembled while you circled your hips.
âIâm so turned on right now,â he mentioned breathlessly, his lips moving up to graze your neck.
âThatâs kind of the point, Adrian,â you rasped, grinding down onto his crotch again.
No matter how good the friction felt â it wasnât enough. Not nearly enough. You huffed, pulling back and getting to your feet. Adrian stared up at you, furrowing his brows and wondering if he had done something wrong.
Before he has a chance to open his mouth, you took a hold of his hand and headed to your room. He stumbled a little, his mind a mix of disoriented surprise and genuine anticipation. Adrian gave you a sidelong glance as you led him inside and locked the door behind him.Â
âWhy are we in here?â he asked, his gaze settling on you once you stepped in front of him once again.
âSex, Adrian,â you deadpan, your voice barely above a whisper. âI donât particularly fancy anyone catching us in the act, do you?â
Adrian froze, completely taken off guard. His face flushed a bright red, the colour spreading over his ears and neck. He stumbled over his words, his brain short-circuiting for a good few seconds.
âW-what?â he finally managed to croak out, his voice a little higher-pitched than usual. âAre you serious?â
âYes,â you whisper, going on your tip toes to brush your lips against his ear.
You trail a finger down his chest, feeling the contours of his abs before settling on the waistband of his boxers. You slowly pull at them before allowing them to snap back at his body.
Adrian let out a small, weak groan. His heart hammered against his ribcage, his breathing shallow. You grin, pulling his top up slightly and exposing his slight happy trail. Adrian gulped, trying to regain his composure. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a mixture of uncertainty and overwhelming desire.Â
âTake this off,â you murmur, gently tugging at his top.
His breath hitched at your command and the need to feel more of you, to be skin against skin, won out. His fingers curled around the hem of his top, and he tugged it off in a swift, nervous movement.Â
His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, the muscles under his skin shifting with every movement. His heart beat faster under your gaze, anticipation mixing in his eyes.
Adrianâs breath hitched as your hand rested on his chest, his skin burning under your fingertips. He swallowed, the muscles in his chest tensing beneath your hand. His eyes were wide and unblinking, fixated on your face.Â
He couldnât tear his gaze away from you, trapped in the intensity of the moment. His own hand unclenched from his side and moved higher, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed the underside of your breast.Â
âWatch it,â you tease.
His fingers halted immediately, his cheeks flushed scarlet. He swallowed, his throat bobbing with the movement. He tried to maintain a façade of aloof assurance, but the rising colour on his face and the slight quiver in his voice betrayed him.
âI â er ââ he started to say but his voice caught in his throat. He cleared his throat and tried again. âI didnât mean toââ he started, but his fingers flexed involuntarily again, his touch still lingering too close to your breast.
âIâm joking,â you laughed softly, running your hand over his shoulders.Â
A puff of breath escaped him, half a sigh and half a nervous laugh. His shoulders relaxed under your touch, the roughness of his skin contrasting with your soft fingers.Â
Adrian could feel the warmth spreading from the places you touched, the goosebumps erupting where you absentmindedly trailed your fingers across his skin.
His hand on your waist inched up a little more, the tips of his fingers grazing the underside of your breast again.
âYou can touch me, you know?â you smiled, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.
A shiver ran down his spine at your words, heat spreading across his face. He gulped, the sound loud and audible in the silence between you. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, his fingers twitching against your skin as his hand moved higher, his thumb now grazing the nipple underneath your shirt.
He swallowed, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
"You... you mean it?" he asked, his voice a whisper, his body stilled with hesitation and hope.
You nodded and his hand moved again, fingers grazing over your nipple intentionally this time. He couldn't tear his eyes away from your face, his breath hitching as he watched your reaction to his touch.
His fingers closed around you, squeezing your flesh slightly. His eyes darkened with desire, his heart pounding in his chest.
"God, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice rough with a mix of awe and yearning.
"You're not too bad yourself, handsome,â you panted, arching your back into his hand.
Adrianâs heart raced, his whole body feeling taut with anticipation. He couldn't believe this was happening, that you were allowing him to touch you like this. But he couldn't resist the temptation, not when you were offering yourself to him. His fingers flexed again, this time squeezing your breast more firmly. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of awe and hunger in his gaze.
His breath hitched as your fingers brushed against the waistband of his jeans once again, his eyes widening in surprise. His grip on your breast tightened reflexively, squeezing your flesh between his fingers.
His heart raced, his body tense as he tried to hold back the rush of desire that swelled within him. You smile at his reaction, your hand moving to gently palm him. His body tensed under your touch, his eyes closing involuntarily as he fought off the urge to roll his hips into your hand. He bit back a groan, his fingers clinging to your breast like a lifeline.
"F-fuck..." he hissed, his voice a rasp. He tried to steady his breathing, but it was difficult with your hand palming him through his jeans. He felt himself growing harder under your touch, his heart pounding in his chest at a dizzying pace.
"Someone's excited," you purred.
Adrian was lost for words, his eyes dark and dazed with want. He swallowed, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. His brain couldn't conjure up a coherent response, his mind fuzzy with the mix of nervousness and desire. All he could manage was a small nod, admitting to the truth in your words.
You chuckle, unbuckling his belt and sinking down onto your knees. You pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go. His cock springs free, the head already slick with pre-cum. Heâs bigger than you expected, much bigger.
âYou⊠you donât have toâŠâ Adrian stuttered, his eyes clouded with residual desire.Â
"Do what?" you raised a brow, running your tongue up the underside of his cock.
He let out a strangled moan, his eyes closing again. His body trembled as your tongue traced a path up his cock, his breathing quickening with anticipation. He tried to articulate his thoughts, but his mind was a fuzzy mess of pleasure.
âT-thatâŠâ he gasped, tilting his head back when you took his tip into your mouth.
His hands clenched at his sides, trying to ground himself.
He swallowed, trying to find his voice as he whispered, "You... you're really doing this."
"Hm,â you hummed, pulling from his cock with a wet âpopâ. âYou're a lucky boy, aren't you?"
Adrian's mind was a dizzying haze of need, his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest. He tried to form a coherent thought but all he could manage was a rasp.
"Please..." he whispered, his voice roughened with want.
"Please what?" you whisper, your hand slowly stroking him up and down.
His voice was a rasp, rough and low as he managed to stammer out, "Please⊠just..."
He swallowed, unable to put into words the things he needed you to do to him. His eyes pleaded with you, silently begging you to understand his unspoken pleas.
"I need words, Adrian,â your thumb ran over his slit, collecting some pre-cum and smearing it over his cock.
He struggled to find his voice, his mind a blurry mess of desire. His eyes searched yours, trying to find the elusive words he needed. His breath hitched as he managed to whisper, "I need your mouth."
The words were out, the barrier broken. Adrian could see the satisfaction in your eyes, the hunger that matched his own. One of his hands tangled in your hair, gently guiding you as you took him in your mouth once again.Â
"You're killing me," he rasped, his words a mix of longing and need. "It feels so good."
Your tongue moved to his tip, swirling it in your mouth causing Adrian to moan softly. His head rolled back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling.
You took more of him into your mouth and Adrianâs eyes widened. He tilted his head back down and watched you bob up and down. Adrian felt as though every nerve in his body was on fire as the tension in him built.
âDonât stop,â Adrian moaned, his voice rough with yearning. âFâfuckâŠâ
You gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. Adrianâs eyes widened with worry but you just hummed around him, the vibrations making goosebumps rise on his skin.Â
He tried to form words, but all that came out was a string of uneven breaths mixed with hushed gasps. "Oh... God... please..."
You sucked harshly and Adrian let out a guttural moan. His grip on your hair tightened, his hand trembling with anticipation.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his mind a blur of unbridled pleasure. His whole body tensed. His eyes flickered open, locking onto yours as he tried to form words, his voice a strained rasp.
"Oh... oh, God... I'm..." He gasped, his hazel eyes pleading.
His body trembled, his words catching in his throat as he fought to keep control. He tried to pull you off him, but his grip was unsteady, his whole body tension-laden and on edge.
It was as if something snapped inside Adrian, the tension coiled deep in his core exploded in a wave that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through his entire body. His release spurted down your throat, the taste salty yet satisfying.
After swallowing every last drop that he had to offer you, you pulled back, kissing his tip with swollen lips and standing with a smug smile.Â
Adrian felt completely boneless, every muscle in his body felt like jelly. He was spent, his body undone from the pleasure you had bought him.Â
âYou okay there, space cadet?â you whispered teasingly as you adjusted his glasses.
Adrian gulped, nodding dumbly in response as he didnât trust his words.
âGood,â you murmured, slowly pulling him over to your bed.
You crawled on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and noticing Adrian staring at you â his gaze hungry yet nervous.
âAre you sure everything is okay?â you wondered, tilting your head.
Adrianâs heart thumped furiously against his ribcage, a shiver running down his spine at your words. His eyes darkened with a mix of nerves and excitement as he swallowed hard.
âCan IâŠâ he stuttered, clearing his throat before starting again. âCan I make you feel good?â
âOf course you can,â you chuckled, gesturing him over.
He settled down onto the bed and you pulled him over you. For a moment, he froze â his weight balanced carefully on his hands, hovering above you like he was afraid to get too close. His breath came in shallow bursts, eyes flicking between yours as if waiting for permission to breathe.
Your hands slid gently to his shoulders, grounding him. âHey,â you whispered, âitâs just me.â
Something softened in him then. The tension in his jaw eased; the tremor in his breath steadied. Slowly, cautiously, Adrian leaned in â his forehead brushing yours before his lips found you in a tentative kiss.
It wasnât practiced or smooth; it was unsure, sweet, and full of quiet longing. The kind of kiss that said Iâve wanted this for so long, but I donât want to ruin it by wanting too much.
You smiled against his mouth, feeling his nervousness melt into something gentler. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin like he still couldnât believe you were real.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wide and a little dazed. âI, uh⊠that was⊠wow,â he murmured, voice rough with emotion.
You laughed softly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. âYouâre allowed to do that again, you know.â
A small, crooked grin tugged at his lips. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you whispered, nodding.
He let out a shaky breath â part relief, part disbelief â and leaned down again, slower this time, his lips finding yours once more.Â
The second kiss lingered longer than the first, a little deeper, a little braver. Adrianâs fingers trembled where they brushed your jaw, his thumb tracing slow, uncertain lines across your skin. The closeness made his heart race â every exhale caught between you, every tiny movement magnified until the world felt impossibly small.
You felt him start to relax, his lips moving with more confidence now, though his breath still hitched whenever your hands found their way to his shoulders. The tension between you grew, not in haste but in warmth â like a match catching slowly, carefully, before the flame took hold.
You shifted beneath him, and his breath stuttered again. His body went still, hands hovering as though the wrong move might shatter the moment. âWait,â he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and uncertain. âIs thisâam I going too fast?â
You opened your eyes to find him staring down at you, worry etched into his features. For all his bravado, for all the sharp edges that came with the name Vigilante, this was Adrian â unmasked, terrified of doing something wrong.
âAdrian,â you deadpanned, reaching up and cupping his jaw. âYour cock was in my mouth five minutes ago, if anything youâre going too slow.â
A deep blush creeped up the back of Adrianâs neck at your words and you chuckled softly at the look of pure shock on his face. You sit up on your elbows, nipping his jaw teasingly. You keep your eyes on his and slowly pull your top over your head.
His gaze drops from your eyes to your breasts and he has to bite the inside of his cheek from letting out a groan. You lean back into the pillows, taking a hold of his hand and placing it on the valley of your breasts.Â
âNo bra?â he whispered weakly, staring at you in awe.
âNo bra,â you repeated, your voice carrying a teasing lilt.
Adrian gulped, moving his hand and cupping your breast. You tilt your head back in pleasure, moaning softly. He alternated between each breast, giving them his utmost attention.Â
As amazing as his hands felt on your breasts, you needed more. Slowly, you reached your hand up and curled your fingers around his wrist. Adrian paused what he was doing and furrowed his brows.
You paid his confusion no mind as you slid his hand down your body and into your panties. He froze when his fingers came into contact with your core.Â
âYou either move your fingers right now or Iâll do it myself,â you huffed, bucking your hips into his hand.
Your words seemed to snap Adrian out of whatever trance he was in and he gently trailed his index finger through your folds, gathering your slick before plunging his finger deep inside you.
You let out a lewd moan, tilting your head back. Your reaction seemed to spur something inside Adrian and he repeated the action again â this time with two fingers.Â
As Adrian pumped his fingers in and out of you, his lips trailed kisses down over your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone, over your breasts and further down your stomach before pausing at your pubis.Â
Adrian tilted his gaze up to you and you locked eyes with him, giving him a small nod of approval. He let out a small grin, slowly undoing the button of your jeans and pulling them down with your panties.Â
His gaze roamed hungrily over your body. The sight of you, bare and vulnerable, was enough to make his breath catch in his throat and heart race. He threw your clothes into some corner of the room before reaching his hands out to touch your hips, gripping them tightly as if he was afraid youâd disappear if he let go.Â
"You're so damn beautiful," Adrian whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "So perfect."
He goes to take off his glasses but you stop him, your hand catching his wrist mid-motion.
âNoâŠâ you murmur, voice barely above a whisper. âLeave them on.â
Adrian nodded, taking a deep breath to try and calm the nerves that were fluttering in his stomach. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, his touch gentle and reverent. He leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he slowly kissed his way up your sensitive inner thigh.
Shivering at the feeling, you watched as he slowly moved to your core. He licked a long stripe up your slit, locking his mouth around your clit and sucking.
âFuck,â you choked out, your fingers coming to his hair.
He continued to suck and lick, his movements slow and deliberate. His need to make you feel good grew even more at the sound of your moans.
He pulled back for a moment, looking up at you, his mouth wet and shining in the low light.
"Am I⊠am I doing good?"
You laughed a little at his eagerness to please and the way his mouth glistened with your slick, âmm-hmm, so good.â
Adrian felt a rush of pride, knowing that he was doing what you liked. He dived back in, his tongue flicking out against you as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth.
He was determined to make you feel good. Your head was thrown back now, your fingers tangled in his hair. His glasses fogged up from his breath as he continued to please you.Â
One of his hands splayed over your stomach, holding you down, as the other stroked his cock.Â
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, "I... I can't get enough of you."
You whimpered slightly at his words, pressing his head down into your pussy, needing to feel his tongue again.
Adrianâs breath hitched in his chest as he felt you pushing his head back down, his mind clouded with desire. He buried his face in you, licking and sucking, as he tried to give you as much pleasure as he could.Â
Your fingers tugged at his hair, your head thrown back against your pillow. Your body arched and your legs trembled and despite every cell in your body protesting, you pushed his head away and pulled him up so you could kiss him.
Adrian hummed against your lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth so you could taste yourself.
âWhyâd you pull me away?â he asked, pulling back from the kiss to nip and suck at your neck.
âI need you inside me,â you pant, your nails scratching down his back.
Adrianâs eyes widen when he feels your hand slide between your bodies and line him up, rubbing the head along your wet folds. Youâre soaked. Arousal slicked your thighs as you finally aligned him with your entrance.Â
Unable to control himself, Adrian snapped his hips forward and immediately thrust into you. The intrusion made you gasp but you gladly took every inch of him, slowly accommodating to his size.Â
âA little warning next time would be nice,â you groaned softly as your eyes fluttered shut.
âMâsorry,â Adrian rasped, his head lolling onto your shoulder. âI couldnât wait⊠you â fuck â you feel incredible.â
The feeling of his breath tickling your neck and the way he was deep inside you made your brain go blank. When Adrian finally moved, your hips rolled in time with his thrusts, feeling every inch and ridge drag inside you.Â
The sounds the two of you made were completely unholy. It was wet and obscene as skin slapped skin. Adrian gathered you up gently, your knees folded up toward your chest. The stretch burned in a perfect way. He was nestled so deep inside you it was almost impossible to form a single syllable.Â
âYouâve got no idea what you do to me,â Adrian murmured, his voice full of aching intensity.Â
He braced one hand beside your headâ the other, warm and slightly calloused, splayed over your stomach to keep you in place. Your nails dug uselessly into the hard muscle of his shoulders.Â
He doesnât flinch, in fact, he welcomes the pain. He kept you there â folded open, your body twitching under the weight of him. The length and thickness of him sinks through you â the drag of every thrust giving your belly the faintest swell each time he bottoms himself out.
âI'm not gonna... I'm not gonna last," he gasped, his words hushed. "I need... I need you to..."
You managed a weak, âAdrianâŠâ before he rolled his hips deeper, hitting a spot inside you that made your vision blur.Â
Another moan escaped you and it encouraged him to keep going. He leaned closer, his forehead touching yours. The hand on your stomach pressed down lightly, feeling the way he was filling you up.Â
His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, taut circles and it's enough to send you over the edge. You moaned his name, clenching around him as you finally reached your high.
Adrianâs hips stuttered and he followed your release a few thrusts later, whimpering your name into your ear as he pumped his cum deep inside you. He let out half a moan and half a chuckle as he looked down and watched as both yours and his release leaked out of you and around his cock.
After a few seconds, Adrian pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed beside you. His shoulder nudged yours and you hummed softly in response. His chest rose and fell quickly, like he hadnât quite figured out how to breathe properly again. His glasses were slightly askew, fogged at the corners, but he hadnât moved to fix them yet.
You turned your head toward him, smiling lazily. âYou okay?â
He blinked, as if your voice had pulled him back to Earth. âUh, yeah. Yeah, totally. Iâm⊠good. Great. Fantastic, even.â
The words tumbled out too fast, too loud, and he immediately winced. âSorry, I justâwow, that sounded weird. I didnât mean like fantastic in a braggy way, I meant in a âholy crap, that just happenedâ kind of way.â
You laughed quietly, the sound making his face turn a deeper shade of pink. âAdrian,â you said gently, âbreathe.â
He did â one big, exaggerated inhale, then a shaky exhale that made you laugh again. He grinned sheepishly. âOkay. Breathing. Nailed it.â
For a moment, he just stared at you â hair mussed, eyes soft, mouth curved in that tiny post-smile that always gave him away. His hand moved hesitantly, brushing a thumb along your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw like he was committing it to memory.
âYouâre looking at me like Iâm gonna disappear,â you murmured.
He swallowed, his voice quieter now. âJust making sure youâre real.â
He stared at you for a long moment, his mouth opening like he wanted to say something big â something that scared him â then closing again. He just sighed, tucking you closer instead, his nose brushing your hair.
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, still blushing, still grinning to himself like he couldnât quite believe his luck. And then, after a pause, you felt his chest shake with a quiet laugh.
âSoâŠâ he murmured, tilting his head so he could look down at you with that mischievous glint returning to his eyes. âYou have a thing for my glasses, huh?â
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