Yours, Twice (PT. 1) by Vigil-mort
minors dni!!
Summary: Lazy day with boyfriend!Adrian
Tags: nsfw, stupid animal trivia, sloppy head (for everyone involved), choking, p in v, raw (wrap ur shit in real life <3), cuddling,,
Word count: 2.7k
a/n: its been like a month but im back baby!!! all i think about is TWO ADRIANS ugh omg . im getting to it, thatll be part two, cant wait to write it.
P.1
The sunlight filtering through your blinds covered Adrian’s body in stripes. Legs tangled, you were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon in bed. He laid back and the sun caught his glasses as well.
Sliding his hand down your arm, he says, “Okay babe, pick an animal and ask me a question! I'm like a wizard with this shit!” It’s hard to say no to him; he’s always so eager to show off his trivia, even if it's wrong.
“Alright, what do you know about zebras?” you ask.
“Fucking everything, quiz me.” A cocky smile engulfs his face, and your mind searches for a question.
“Hmm… where do they live? Like, what's their habitat?”
“Geez, try to make it hard at least. They live at the zoo, duh.” His confidence makes you laugh.
“Yeah, they sure do, babe, but where are they from exactly?” A giggle leaves your lips.
“What do I look like, fucking immigration? How am I supposed to know?” Adrian's face is now screwed up in confusion. He always acts like you ask the worst questions.
“Ok, whatever, are zebras black with white stripes or white with black stripes?” At this, he throws his hands up in defeat. He gives you a pointed look; you can just feel the disappointment dripping off him.
“I don't know, black with white? God, you should've picked another animal.” His frustration only makes you laugh. Deciding that your trivia sesh was over, you crawl towards him on the bed. He’s still lying back and lounging against the headboard, making it easy to slide into his side. Cheek against his firm chest, you watch as he breathes in and out. A comfortable silence engulfs you two, the only distraction being your fingertips softly trailing around him, tracing each muscle group.
You guys just lie there in peace. Adrian spends his time playing with your hair. Ever since you taught him how to braid, he loves playing with it. At first, he kinda just tied it in knots, but now his deft fingers have moved on from simple braids to fishtails, french braids, whatever he has time to do. After some time of this, he finally says, “I know you’re not super into Chris, even though he's my bestie, but I really think we should all try to get together again.”
Before you can respond he continues, “Like I know that you've heard stuff about him and you tell me he's not a good friend for me, but I swear we’d get along so well. If we could just do some bestie bonding and have a threesome, I think you'll like him as much as I do.” His words make you pause. A threesome? With Chris?? More laughter spills from your lips.
“Please hear me when I say, bonding experience or not, we are not having a threesome with Chris! He looks like a thumb-thumb babe, I could never.” The hilarity of his question blinds you from the implications that he’s done it before.
You sit up and look at him. “I don’t need a threesome, babe, if anything, I’d want two Adrians. I can't think of anyone else I'd want to do that with.” Adrian is pouting at the missed opportunity, but his eyebrows raise as he computes what you said.
“Two of me? That’ll never happen, though.” It seems like he prefers the idea of keeping you to himself, but seeing as it's impossible, he goes back to pouting. For a second, you bask in that hypothetical situation. Two Adrians. Two hot mouths on each side of your neck, breaking the kiss to ask you a question about some random animal. Four arms encasing you, hands all over your body… Forget Chris. Just two Adrians. Silence falls over the two of you again as your mind drifts off to the possibilities. Adrian comfortably sits beside you, fidgeting with your hair and the blankets.
Glancing at him again, you notice that the sun is gone, and the stripes inspiring your zebra questions are gone. His pale skin is dashed with old scars, from his self-proclaimed “rough and tumble” childhood. It doesn't quite match up with the mental pictures of him as a child hiding away and playing with his Beanie Babies, but you don't ever call him out on it. Freckles are spattered all over his body, each one asking for a soft kiss. It’s hard to deny, and before long, you're kissing his hands, forearms, tops of his shoulders, all the way up to the single freckle on his cheek. You clamber on top of him to reach his face, and he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. Slowly, your wet lips ghost against his. Adrian can't help but suck your lip into his mouth, biting gently. Lips melding together, you both begin to explore each other. One of your hands rests on his neck, caressing the area behind his ear and the back of his neck. The other comes to a stop on his chest. As your kiss heats up, Adrian runs his rough hands down your back until he can cup your ass and pull you closer. The movement causes friction between you two, and you feel how hard he is. Ignoring the fire in your stomach, you push off of Adrian and settle down beside him.
“Baby… let's keep going, you feel so good, I need more,” Adrian whines so desperately, it makes you feel horrible. It's obvious he's hoping this will escalate into lazy sex, which you both love. But something in you is saying otherwise. Ignoring his reaching hands and puckered lips, you scoot down the bed. Adrian shuts up when he notices your head inching closer and closer to the boner ready to burst out of his pants. Nothing leaves his lips but a sharp intake of breath as you grab him through his pants.
“Just relax, love, let me take care of you.” It's fun to tease him like this. As his hips are bucking into your palm, you stop and reach for the remote. A couple of clicks and the TV turns on, and a documentary starts playing.
“Just sit back, I’ve got it.” You give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, then drag your hand from his face down to his waistband. Your left hand traces along his boxers while the right palms his cock. It's not long until Adrian is whining, and you finally give him what he wants. When you pull down his pants, his cock springs out in your face. Tip swollen and leaking, Adrian is looking down at you with the most frantic eyes, anticipation overcoming him.
Slowly, you pump him, the eye contact between you two turning intense. You push down to his base before coming back up and teasing just under his tip. Precum wets your fingers, and the sensation makes Adrian moan under you. The lovely sounds coming from his mouth only encourage you further. Leaning down, you lightly kiss the head of his cock. Soft, soft kisses. Then you take him in your mouth and swirl your tongue around him. Breath hisses from his mouth; he can only stop himself from grabbing your head and speeding things along. At a torturous pace, you lick him up and down the shaft, looking up at him with big eyes. It's obvious you're driving him nuts. Just to push him further, you wrap your lips around him and take him entirely in your mouth. Tongue flat against him, you hollow your cheeks and suck. Adrian’s breathing heavy and moaning, and as you continue, you feel his hand grab your hair.
“You’re so hot, babe. God, god keep going." His lust-filled eyes are only magnified by his glasses. When you glide back up to his tip, he throws his head back, giving a delicious view of the cords of his neck flexing. Just the sight of him makes your mouth water; it's impossible to not kiss, lick, and suck all over him.
Adrian's hips begin to buck under you, his hands pulling at your hair. You know that if you keep giving him head, he’ll cum. So you stop.
Coming up for air, it's hard to hide the smirk on your face. Adrian looks completely checked out, distraught that you stopped so suddenly. To make him feel better, you stroke him slowly, easing him back down from his upcoming orgasm. As his breathing evens out, you go back down and envelop him in your mouth. Again, you're swirling around his tip and sucking hard, tongue mapping every ridge and vein. Adrian’s chest is heaving, the overstimulation ripping groans from his mouth.
“Fuck baby, please,” he’s pleading with you. “Just like - like that, keep going,” the desperation in his voice dripping more than the slobber from your lips. Very sloppily, you're slurping up and down his cock, bobbing with his hand in your hair. Between his thrusting hips and unyielding hand, it's hard to breathe. The lack of oxygen forces you to come up for a break. A quick breath is all you get before Adrian pushes your head to the base of his cock and thrusts into your throat. The tightness of your throat plus the feeling of your nails digging into his hips finally sends him over the edge. Hot cum shoots down your throat, and once Adrian pulls you up, he wipes the tears and spit from your face.
It’s hard for him to articulate, but Adrian manages, “If I'm a wiz at animal facts, you’re the wizard of blow jobs.” His previously rough hands are caressing your face and pulling you close to his chest. As you snuggle into him, he scratches your back. God, it feels good. All you can do is nuzzle deeper into him.
“That was a lot, baby, and it was soooo good, do you wanna cuddle or can I return the favor?” He asks, wearing an eager smile. You act like you’re thinking very hard, really considering his question, before yanking your panties off and sprawling out on the bed.
“Why, be my guest, dearest.” The speed of your actions has you out of breath and giggling. Adrian doesn't hesitate at all to descend between your legs and get started.
The tip of his nose is poking your folds as he glances at you over his glasses. “I'm gonna drown in here, if I die, assume I died happy,” He says dutifully. Then he bumps his nose against your clit while he explores your wet folds with his tongue.
Now it's your turn to be a whimpering mess. It feels like he’s everywhere, slurping you up happily. You can't even think when his attention turns to your clit, muscle memory only acting to grab his brown curls to pull him closer. The whimpers and moans are white noise to your ears; all you can think of is his hot mouth on your center. Adrian’s tongue is doing magic, the effects of it making your legs twitch. His name begins as a prayer from your mouth, the chant stuttering as he pushes his tongue into you. The man between your legs has you shaking as if you're being exorcized, pleasure racking throughout your body.
“Adrian, yes, yes, Adrian, fuck- baby, yes,” rushes out of your mouth as he switches gears and sucks on your clit. The sensation makes you feel lightheaded, like you’re rising out of your body. Adrian’s tongue encircles your clit relentlessly. The nonsense from your mouth gets louder at the same time as your body begins to writhe under him. Pressure is building up in your stomach, getting closer and closer to release. Just as you’re about to explode under his touch, Adrian pulls up.
Light glints off his wet chin as he says, “Fair’s fair, right?” And he fucking laughs when you whine about his absence. Adrian cruelly holds your hips down when you buck up at him, desperate to feel his tongue on you again. He takes this moment to push his glasses up his nose and straighten up the hair you so willingly mussed up.
“My, my, what a mess,” he wipes the back of his hand across his face and stoops back down to your pussy. With two hands, he spreads you open and takes a long look. You can literally feel the wetness dripping from you. Adrian drags a single finger up your slit. It glides along your swollen lips, the slight pressure enough to make you lurch.
“Fuck, you're like a puddle.” he dips his thumb into your pussy. He barely slides it in, and you’re instantly hungry for more. Bucking against him, he decides to grant you mercy. Adrian replaces his thumb with two long fingers. They pump and curl inside of you. Warmth pools in your stomach again, feeding off the feeling. He adds another penetrating finger, and drool practically starts spilling from your mouth.
“Baby no more fingers. I need you.” Desperate whimpers keep escaping you. “C’mon, baby please? I need more,” you beg.
“I gotcha babe, how do you want me?” he asks, straightening up until he’s fully on top of you.
“I don't care, just fuck me,” you breathe, legs already wrapped around him. Despite how ready you are, Adrian takes his sweet time. You are forced to watch as he leans over you and lazily pumps his erection. He teases you, bumping against your pussy and rubbing it with his cock, watching you twitch underneath him.
“Need me bad, huh?”
“Just fuck me alr-” your snarky response stops as he snaps his hips into yours. There's no time for your pussy to adjust to his size, and Adrain knows it. He refuses to give you a second to catch your breath. Over and over, hard thrusts force you to lie back and moan. He stands up on his knees and grabs your legs. Adrian holds your legs up in the air and continues to fuck you mercilessly. All you can do is press your hands to your head and take it. You only get to bask in the sensation for a few moments before he rips your arms from your face.
Now, Adrian’s hands are wrapped around your wrists, pulling you into him. Your legs are open around him, knees resting on your arms as he continuously slams into you. Buried deep inside you, each thrust almost bursts through your cervix. You feel your walls tighten around him, like a boa trying to choke the life out of someone.
“M-More baby, I need more..” You have to fight through your daze to get the words out. Adrian releases your wrists and grabs your ankle, holding it against his chest while he leans towards you. At no point does he stop fucking you, Adrian just seamlessly adjusts. With one leg sandwiched between your bodies, he finally gives you what you want when he reaches for your throat. A hard squeeze elicits a moan from you. The pressure is perfect in combination with his force.
“Oh my god, baby, harder-” Slurred speech can't be helped, you feel like every thrust pushes you into a deeper and deeper haze. Adrian’s pace increases, making you gasp. Each slam ignites inside you, causing fire to pool in your abdomen. It’s not long until he snaps his hips in long, powerful strokes, and you are overcome with waves of pleasure. You tighten around his cock and grip his arms, trying to ride out your orgasm. It’s just enough to push Adrian over the edge as well. He doesn't hesitate to cum inside, shooting his warm seed in you.
Adrian collapses on top of you, mirroring your sleepy, satisfied face.
“I love you. Not just because we had sex, it's because I love you.” He jabbers into your ear.
“That's a shame, I just love your big ole fat dick,” you mumble back. The two of you laugh. Adrian rolls off you and pulls you close.
“Dude, has that documentary been on this whole time?! Can we rewind…?”
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