HOUSE TOUR
PAIRING(S) — adrian chase x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS — you explained the metaphor
CONTENT — 18+ minors dni | whiny!adrian, car sex, nipple play, oral (f! receiving), premature ejaculation (adrian cums in his pants), hand job (brief), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), external ejaculation. let me know if i’ve missed anything!
WC — 7.1k
NOTE — i need him so bad its not even funny
MASTERLIST
You were having a fleeting conversation with Harcourt, absently mentioning that you needed to do some shopping—it had just dawned on you that you owned virtually nothing you actually liked wearing. Before you could even finish the thought, Adrian had casually invited himself along, flashing that insufferably charming grin that made it hard to say no.
You’d noticed Adrian tagging along with you more often. Not that you minded, of course. You had a soft spot for him…
And so here you were, strolling beside him through the gleaming glass doors of the mall, the hum of chatter and the distant thrum of pop music filling the air. The scent of roasted coffee beans drifted from a nearby café, mingling with the sugary aroma of cinnamon pretzels.
“Okay, okay, first stop, Lego,” Adrian grinned, practically bouncing on his heels, the kind of grin that could melt your resolve before you even opened your mouth.
“Adrian, we’re here for clothes,” you reminded him, trying, and failing, to sound stern.
“Exactly!” he said with the confident logic of someone who absolutely should not be allowed to plan errands. “Clothes go on people, people live in houses, and Lego sells houses. It’s all connected.”
You blinked. “That’s… not how logic works.”
“Sure it is,” he said, flashing you that boyish grin that always got him out of trouble. “Trust the process.”
You opened your mouth, realised there was no winning this argument, and sighed. “Fine. Ten minutes.”
He saluted dramatically. “Ten minutes. You won’t regret it.”
Inside the Lego store, Adrian was in his element—wide-eyed, crouched down at a display of Star Wars sets, whispering like he was meeting old friends. He looked like a kid again, completely unguarded, and something about that made your chest ache in the best way.
“Look at this one,” he whispered, tugging you closer by the wrist—his hand warm, his excitement contagious. “Look at that detail. It even has mini lightsabers!”
You leaned in beside him, more focused on the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled than on the Lego set. You couldn’t help smiling as he excitedly pointed out each tiny piece, like he was giving a guided tour of a museum dedicated entirely to his own hyperfixations.
“Pretty sure you’re more excited than the kids here,” you teased.
He gasped. “That’s because they don’t appreciate art.”
Then came the Millennium Falcon. He made you hold the massive box while he tried to charm the store clerk.
“Technically, I’ve saved the world before,” he said earnestly. “So, you know… hero discount?”
The clerk stared at him bewildered. “I don’t believe that’s a thing…”
“Yet,” Adrian said, pointing dramatically before whispering to you, “He’ll come around.”
You barely managed to drag him out, laughing under your breath. Adrian was still grinning, proudly clutching a small keychain you had bought him that he swore “looked exactly like him, if you squint and ignore all the differences.”
Next stop was your turn—the clothing stores.
Adrian’s enthusiasm did not waver. If anything, it intensified. He trailed after you like a lost puppy—his hand brushing yours every now and then. Whether it was on purpose or not, you weren’t sure.
When you ducked into a changing room, he stayed right outside, leaning against the wall.
“You good in there?” he called softly. “Want me to, like, rate the outfit? On a scale of one to—oh wait, you probably can’t show me yet. Never mind. I’ll hum so it’s not awkward.”
You laughed quietly as he did. Loudly. Something between a heroic theme song and elevator music.
“Adrian,” you said through the curtain, “you’re so bad at this.”
“I’m amazing at this,” he shot back. “You’re just jealous of my natural musical talent.”
When you finally stepped out, he fell completely silent. His eyes swept over you, slow and stunned, before landing back on your face.
“Whoa,” he said quietly—softer this time, less of his usual bravado, more awe. “You look… really good. Like, ‘heart’s doing weird stuff’ good.”
Heat crept up your neck, and you tried to play it off with a smirk. “Is that a technical rating?”
“Totally scientific,” he said, grin returning. “You should buy that. Or two. You know, for backup. One for date nights, one for… crime-fighting emergencies.”
He quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck. You bit back a grin, heading back into the changing room and putting on another piece of clothing.
The afternoon was equal parts exhausting and unexpectedly perfect and by the time you both reached the car, Adrian was still holding up his lego bag proudly.
“See? Shopping’s not so bad,” he said, buckling in. “I only almost knocked over, like, three mannequins this time.”
You laughed, turning toward him. “Yeah, you’re really improving.”
The drive back was quiet at first—one of those comfortable silences where the air still felt full, like the laughter hadn’t quite settled yet. The city lights flickered past the windows, painting soft gold patterns across Adrian’s face.
Adrian focused on the road, glancing at you every now and then before quickly turning away like he hadn’t. The radio hummed quietly and you didn’t pay much attention to it until you heard Sabrina Carpenter’s unmistakable voice.
“Oh, I love this song,” you mumbled, turning it up a little.
You sang along as Adrian tapped the steering wheel, nodding.
“Hey, this is kinda nice,” he said brightly. “She’s, uh—what, a real estate agent or something?”
You glanced at him, chuckling. “What?”
“The song!” he insisted. “She’s giving a house tour.”
You stared at him, trying not to laugh. “Adrian… it’s not actually about a house.”
He frowned, clearly working very hard to compute that.
“What do you mean it’s not about a house?” Adrian tilted his head. “She literally says ‘do you want a house tour?’ That’s, like, the main part.”
“Yeah,” you said, trying to keep a straight face, “but it’s… a metaphor. For, uh—showing someone around her personal space.”
“Ohhh.” His eyes widen with understanding, then narrow with suspicion. “Wait. Personal space like… emotional vulnerability?”
You hesitated, trying to find a delicate way to explain it—which, considering it was Adrian, was almost impossible. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
He nodded, satisfied. The music kept playing, soft and suggestive in the background. The streetlights slid past the windshield in slow, golden streaks, painting shadows across his face. The air between you shifted—quieter now, warmer.
Adrian’s fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel in time with the music, his usual restless energy dimmed into something hesitant. You could see it in the way his jaw worked, how his eyes flicked toward you and then back to the road, like he was trying to read something he didn’t have the vocabulary for.
“It’s not about emotional vulnerability… is it?” he asked after a beat, voice lower than before, almost shy—like he already knew the answer but hoped you’d say otherwise.
You turned your head, smiling faintly. “No,” you said softly, shaking your head. “It’s not.”
“Oh.” His brows furrowed, lips parting like he might say something else—but the words never came. He just nodded again, staring a little too intently at the empty stretch of road ahead, the tips of his ears turning pink.
You watched him for a moment, amused—the man who could face down danger without blinking now rendered flustered by a pop song.
“You get it now?” you teased, voice low and amused.
“I… erm…” He cleared his throat, sitting up a little straighter. “I think so?”
The way he said it made you laugh—a quiet, breathy sound that filled the small space between you. You turned toward the window, watching the blur of passing lights before glancing back at him.
“Pull over,” you said suddenly.
His eyes darted toward you, confused. “Pull over?”
“Mm-hmm.” You faced him fully this time, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Just do it.”
Adrian blinked, caught somewhere between suspicion and curiosity. “Why?”
“Because I said so,” you replied simply, your tone playful—but your smile gave you away.
He hesitated, watching you for a second longer, like he was trying to decode your expression. Then, with a quiet nod, he signaled and eased the car to the side of the road. The tires crunched softly against the gravel shoulder as he shifted into park.
The music kept playing—that same sultry rhythm thrumming low through the speakers—and the only other sound was the faint hum of the engine and your heartbeat echoing in your ears.
You turned toward him, the dashboard lights catching in your eyes.
“Good,” you murmured, the corner of your mouth curling into a smile.
Adrian swallowed, his hand still resting on the steering wheel but his attention fixed entirely on you. “So… what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Adrian blinked, still frozen with one hand on the steering wheel. You shifted slightly in your seat, turning toward him.
You tilted your head, the faintest smile ghosting your lips. “I’m going to show you what the song means.”
His eyes widened a little, “You mean…”
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, biting your lip to suppress a smirk. “Is that something you’d want?”
“I—er—yeah!” Adrian nodded dumbly. “Show me.”
You grinned, leaning over the center console, cupping his jaw and pressing your lips against his softly. The contact of your lips on his sent a wave an unexpected heat coursing through Adrian’s body, like a spark to kerosene.
He inhaled sharply, his eyelids drooping as he melted into the kiss, his guard dripping instantly. His free hand snaked around your neck, pulling you closer as if on instinct.
A low sound rumbled from deep within his chest, a mix of a groan and a sigh as he returned the kiss hungrily—almost desperately—drinking you in like he was a man dying of thirst.
“First floor,” you whispered against his lips before gently and teasingly nipping his bottom lip.
A shiver raced down Adrian’s spine as you nipped his lip, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly. He took a ragged breath, trying to compose himself, but the hunger in his eyes betrayed his growing need.
“And second?” he managed to rasp out, his voice hopeful and pleading.
His thumb traced idle circles on your jawline, causing goosebumps to erupt like wildfire on your skin.
“Not yet, tough guy,” you smiled, pressing your lips back against his.
Adrian whined. The sound was muffled against your lips, his entire body tensing as you denied him. His fingers flexed against your neck—caught between pulling you closer and surrendering to the torture of waiting.
He exhaled sharply through his nose before nipping at your lower lip himself this time; equal parts retaliation and plea for mercy between kisses that left him breathless.
You let out a small chuckled hum, bringing your hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck. Adrian almost whimpered as you scratched lightly at the sensitive skin on the back of his neck.
Slowly, you parted your lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom one in search of entry. He did not hesitate to yield to your silent request, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss with a sudden fervour.
His tongue tangled with yours—hot and insistent—as he pulled you impossibly closer, gripping your neck tighter while his other hand found purchase on your hip.
The car was filled with nothing but the sounds of ragged pants and stifled moans as Adrian had tried to steal more and more of your breath.
“Easy there,” you teased softly, pulling back and pecking his lips a few times.
Adrian chased your lips with a frustrated growl when you pulled back, his breathing uneven and pupils blown wide—like he was seconds away from losing whatever restraint he had left.
His chest rose and fell rapidly under the weight of pent-up desire, his eyes glaring at you reproachfully. He looked positively wrecked— lips swollen, cheeks flushed, hair all musse—and you knew damn well it was all because of you.
“Why’d you stop?” he panted, frowning slightly.
“Why don’t we take this to the backseat?” you wondered, raising a brow.
Adrian’s breath hitched audibly at your suggestion, his pupils blown wide with want as he took in the implication of your words.
“Yeah,” Adrian said, the word coming out rough-edged with need. Then he added quietly, “Please.”
Adrian watched as you climbed into the backseat, his eyes roaming hungrily over your body. As soon as you settled, Adrian was scrambling after you, practically falling into the backseat like he was being pulled into orbit.
He landed next to you with a thump, his body a taut line of tension as though he was holding back by a mere thread. His eyes roved over your figure with an intensity that seared through the dim light.
“My eyes are up here,” you chuckled, tilting his head up by placing a finger under his chin.
Adrian’s gaze snapped up to meet yours instantly, like a soldier obeying a direct command. He huffed lightly, the sound almost petulant in nature as he tried to cover his embarrassment of staring at your chest.
“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.
“You’ll get to see them in a second, don’t worry,” you whispered with a smirk.
Adrian’s eyes lit up briefly before he leaned down and kissed you again—lips crashing against yours. One of your hands went up to his hair as the other rested on his chest and Adrian all but melted as you carded your fingers through his hair.
His tongue swept across your lower lip, seeking entrance that you readily gave, and he deepened the kiss with a quiet moan of approval. You hummed, feeling the desperation in his kisses.
Gently, you pulled back from the kiss and pushed his head down towards your breasts. Adrian swallowed hard as you directed his head down, his eyes widening almost comically before his gaze flicked back up to yours.
There was a hunger there—a need—that couldn’t be denied, but also a tinge of uncertainty; a hint of hesitation as he waited for your reaction to what he was about to do.
His hands splayed across your midriff; fingers gently tracing your curves like a blind man reading braille as he leaned in close, breath ghosting over the edge of your top,
His lips pressed gently against the tender skin just above your collarbone. Adrian took his time, exploring with almost reverent precision as he kissed and mouthed his way down your neck and towards your chest.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and he could feel the flutter of your pulse beneath it all erratic and pounding as he slowly pushed your top up higher.
“Is this…” he murmured against your skin; voice so quiet it was almost lost amid the soft sounds that had started to fill the backseat. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” you nodded, helping him pull your top up and over your head.
You smiled, reaching your hands behind your back and unclasping your bra. Adrian’s gaze dropped to your breasts, lingering for a second before flicking back up to meet yours again—seeking permission.
You nodded and Adrian leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss just below your collarbone before trailing lower. His lips brushed the swell of your breast first; teasing and feather-light as if he were savoring every second before finally parting them to take you into his mouth with an almost desperate urgency.
His tongue swirled around one peaked nipple while his fingers gently pinched at the other—testing reactions like some kind of twisted science experiment where pleasure was the only measurable variable.
“Second floor,” you panted, placing a hand back in his hair and gripping it gently.
Adrian let out a muffled sound of approval against your breast as he shifted one knee between your legs.
Adrian groaned low in his throat at the feel of your fingers twisting through his hair, pressing him even closer to you as he suckled greedily. Your back arched, causing you to grind against his thigh.
The car was filled with nothing but muffled sounds; sharp inhales and bitten-off moans from both of you, punctuated only by the occasional creak of leather seats shifting beneath tangled limbs.
Your hips found a steady rhythm against Adrian’s thigh as he continued to pay attention to your breasts. You were practically dripping through your clothes, soaking Adrian’s jeans beneath you.
When Adrian’s teeth grazed the hard bud in his mouth, you knew this wasn’t going to last much longer. When Adrian captured your nipple between his teeth with just enough pressure for it to sting in that delicious way, you rolled your hips against his thigh once again.
“Mmm, fuck,” you whispered, parting your thighs and pushing his head again.
Adrian groaned at the feeling of your hands guiding him, his lips leaving your breast with a soft pop. He trailed kisses down your body, pausing at your navel. He glanced up, catching your eyes and silently asking for permission.
You nodded, running your hand through his hair as he fumbled at the button of your jeans. He bit his lip, frustration and want warring inside him as he struggled to undo your jeans.
“Take your time,” you said softly, helping him and undoing the button of your jeans with ease.
His fingers trembled against yours—too warm, too eager—as he carefully peeled back each layer with painstaking slowness. Every inch exposed made him ache. He leaned down to press a soft, reverent kiss against your now exposed inner thigh.
He took his time moving lower; his mouth leaving a trail of kisses down your legs with an almost worshipful touch as he got closer and closer to where you wanted him most.
Then he paused, exhaling a shuddering breath against sensitive skin as if still gathering himself before asking a question: "May I?"
You nodded, leaning back against the car door and parting your legs for him. Adrian’s eyes roved hungrily over your naked form; taking everything in with feverish intensity.
Adrian's heart pounded furiously in his chest; so loudly he half expected you to hear it too. His eyes remained locked on your face, still half-certain this was all some sort of dream and he'd wake up any second now.
There was something almost reverent about his gaze now; every muscle coiled taut beneath the surface as he struggled to maintain even any semblance of restraint. His hands skimmed up your thighs slowly, the touch feather-light and teasing while his eyes darkened with desire.
He smiled at you and re-situated himself between your legs, pressing his mouth against the fabric of your underwear. His nose rustled the cotton against your clit as he prodded at your folds with his tongue.
“Third floor,” you choked, gasping as his nose nudged your clit.
Adrian's breath hitched sharply as he felt the damp fabric beneath his nose, the scent of you sending a jolt straight to his already aching cock.
His fingers dug into your hips—half to steady himself and half because it was almost too much already—but when you tangled your fingers in his hair? He whimpered against you like some desperate thing starved for affection; all pretense of control gone as he nuzzled shamelessly between your thighs now.
His tongue pressed against the soaked fabric and he tasted you through the thin barrier of your underwear. His lips skimmed over the silky material, every contact sending shivers through him as if electrified.
Your hand in his hair was both a lifeline and a cruel tease; an anchor reminding him he wasn't in control here.
This was deliberate torture. And you both knew it.
Finally, he managed to rasp out a hoarse "Please."
One word. A single plea. A silent cry for mercy and release.
“Please what?” you murmured and Adrian bit your thigh gently in response.
Adrian groaned against your thigh, his grip on your hips trembling with the effort to keep himself grounded. He knew what you wanted him to say—of course he did—but he was at your mercy now. He was utterly, completely under your power.
He took another shaky breath, the anticipation nearly sending him over the edge right then and there before whispering raggedly against your skin, "Please... let me taste you."
“Go on then,” you purred.
And just like that, the last tether between his crumbling control snapped. A ragged whine escaped his throat as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the fabric over your heat. His nose brushed against your clit; his teeth grazed over your hip bone... He was close enough now to almost be able to taste you, and the anticipation was driving him mad.
He sat up for a brief moment, his gaze raking over your form—so beautiful beneath him like this—before reaching for the band of your panties with fingers that only slightly trembled.
He was going to take his time, savoring every last second of this moment, but damn... he couldn't help the way his breath caught in his throat. His heart was pounding too fast; so hard you could see it in his neck.
He wasted no time, leaning forward to get the first taste of heaven; his lips and tongue seeking out all the right spots as if determined to drown in the taste and feel of you. A shudder wracked through him at first contact as your scent filled his lungs like some intoxicating drug.
His own body burned with need, but he ignored it for now, focused solely on pleasing you. His hips ground down into the seat as his tongue swirled over you in slow circles; deliberate, teasing strokes that made heat coil low in your stomach.
One of Adrian’s hands slid up to gently press against your lower abdomen, holding you still while he devoured every inch of exposed skin offered to him now.
His tongue flattened against you in one long, slow stroke from entrance to clit and back again; worshipful yet hungry all at once. Adrian let out a low, desperate groan into you and the vibrations sent shockwaves through your body, making it harder to hold back the impending orgasm.
Your hips began to rock of their own accord as he licked you deeper, his nose nuzzling against you. His tongue tentatively explored you and your grip in his hair tightened in response.
His tongue dragged over you in slow, filthy strokes before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking just hard enough to make your back arch off the seat beneath him.
Your legs started to shake and Adrian pulled your thighs onto his shoulders. Your heels dug into his back as his tongue lapped at your core. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer and suddenly, the dam broke.
You threw your head back in pleasure, a moan caught in your throat. One of your hands gripped Adrian’s hair painfully as the other pressed against the window behind you, leaving a mark against the condensation.
Adrian didn't miss a beat, continuing to pleasure you as you rode out your intense climax. Adrian let out a choked sound—a sharp inhale mixed with a groan—and his hands clenched your thighs.
His body seized up, a violent tremor locking his muscles and racking through him. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to force air into his lungs.
Your legs slid off Adrian’s shoulders as the tremors began to subside. Your skin was flushed, chest heaving and eyes slightly glazed over with satisfaction.
Adrian looked up at you with a sheepish smile and his glasses slightly askew on his nose. His chin was smeared with your arousal as he leaned up to kiss you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting of you.
You pulled back slightly, smiling at him softly. Adrian was still trembling slightly; as if the intensity of what just happened was only just beginning to sink in. But the way his gaze lingered on your face made it clear that the moment had affected him just as intensely as it did you.
His lips curved into a faint, lopsided grin before he whispered, "You taste better than I imagined."
You blushed slightly, averting your gaze down and away from Adrian’s eyes when you spotted the slight dark patch that started growing on his jeans where his bulge throbbed.
When you looked back up at Adrian, his chest was heaving and his face was red. His eyes widened, "I… uh…" He cleared his throat, shifting his weight awkwardly in an attempt to hide the stain—though the flush already creeping up his neck betrayed him. "That's, uh…"
“Adrian?” you breathed, slightly in shock. “Did you…?”
Adrian swallowed hard—his throat bobbing visibly as his grip on your hips tightened.
His eyes flickered down to the evidence between them before darting back up to meet yours; a slow, sheepish nod confirming it without words until finally, "Yeah…"
“It's okay,” you smiled softly, reaching a hand up to cup his jaw.
Adrian stiffened initially at your touch, caught off guard by the gentle gesture. But slowly, he began to relax into it, his muscles unwinding as he leaned slightly into your palm.
His eyes met yours again—still uncertain but warmer now, more vulnerable. "You're not... weirded out?" he asked quietly.
“Not at all,” you shake your head, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek.
Adrian searched your face as if looking for any hint of insincerity and found none. A small sigh escaped him—the kind that sounded almost relieved. "You sure?" he pressed, as if still needing that reassurance.
He shifted in his seat again, trying to ease the discomfort in his damp jeans that was still making him feel incredibly awkward.
“I bet it’s all sticky, huh?” you cooed, trailing your eyes back down to his crotch.
Adrian felt his face flush scarlet as the words left your lips—partly from embarrassment, partly because your matter-of-fact tone only seemed to make the situation more mortifying.
He quickly averted his gaze again, unable to look at you as he muttered begrudgingly: "Yeah…"
He sounded like a kid who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You hummed, reaching a hand down between the two of you and palming him softly.
Adrian choked on his next breath, eyes widening as your hand pressed against him. His hips jerked forward instinctively—seeking more contact even as he tried to suppress the reaction.
His face burned crimson; torn between leaning into your touch and scrambling away from sheer embarrassment over how quickly he'd hardened again under just that small amount of attention.
“H-holy,” he gasped out weakly, trying to keep himself composed.
He clenched his jaw so hard you could see the muscle in his cheek straining. His gaze flicked up to meet yours as if asking what you were doing, but your expression betrayed no hints. "What are you...?" He swallowed thickly, all the previous embarrassment suddenly replaced with a different kind of tension now.
Your hand undid his belt, not bothering to remove it from his jeans as you unzipped them. As you pushed the fabric down, you caught sight of how much mess Adrian had made. His boxers were damp, clinging to his cock.
As your hands reached for the waistband of his boxers, Adrian’s hand flew to grab your wrists. He wasn’t resisting, not really, but he was clearly caught off guard and, based on the way he was blushing, a touch overwhelmed. His whole body ached for you—every muscle coiled tight with anticipation.
“Do you want me to stop?” you wondered, feeling his fingers twitch around your wrist.
There was a moment of hesitation as he tried to find his voice; his body trembling ever so slightly as he finally managed to force out a strangled ‘no’.
Adrian's breathing became rough as you pulled his boxers down, strands of cum connecting him to his boxers as you pulled them down. The cool air of the car made him shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature anymore.
He swallowed hard; his eyes closed tight because he was pretty sure he was seconds away from begging you for more. And the way he was bucking into your hand told you that he was ready to cave soon.
“What a mess,” you whispered, running a finger over his thigh and collecting some of his release.
Adrian's breath hitched at the feel of your touch; his muscles tensing and his hips involuntarily bucking up against your finger as a low, rough sound escaped him.
He clenched his jaw tightly, trying to hold himself together as he watched you with a mixture of need and anticipation, his eyes almost begging for more even as he struggled to hold himself still.
"Please…" he murmured thickly and it was clear he was hanging by a thread now.
“Please what?” you hummed, sucking his release off your finger.
Adrian's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he watched you suck his release from your finger. His body was taut—every muscle trembling as if he were a string pulled taut at the edge of snapping.
His throat bobbed visibly as he swallowed hard, unable to look away from the sight before him. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his hips twitching forward uselessly against nothing while his cock strained painfully.
His voice was barely more than a strained whisper now; a raw sound that trembled with need and desire as he choked out, "Please… I need you…"
He was coming undone with every passing second—and it was all because of you.
You let out a small chuckle, your hand wrapping around him and pumping slowly. He was embarrassingly hard, flushed and leaking already. As your hand moved over him, his whole body tensed and trembled under the slick, wet sounds.
He was completely at your mercy now; a mess of desperate whimpers and shaky exhales as he tried to keep himself from losing control too soon but failing miserably when all it took was one particularly rough stroke for his hips to jerk forward into your touch with a choked-off moan.
"Fuck—I can't…" His voice cracked on the words before trailing off into another broken sound.
Adrian was beyond words at this point; the need for more touch, more friction, was driving him insane as you continued to pump him slowly. His eyes locked on yours, as if silently imploring you to give him even the smallest bit of relief.
There was a sharp edge to Adrian's breathing now, a desperation and a need in his gaze that was palpable. "Please…" he said incoherently, his voice little more than a whisper. "Don't tease me, not now.” His eyes searched yours desperately—begging and pleading. “I need you…
“Okay,” you whispered gently. “But just the tip.”
Adrian whined, the sound guttural, but at this point he was well past the point of caring. He needed you now, and if this was the only way to get relief, he would be powerless against it.
"Just… just the tip," he agreed, voice strangled.
He swallowed, unable to finish the thought; his gaze dropping to where he was pressed against you. His eyes locked on yours as he slowly—so slowly it was almost agonising—began to push forward so just his tip was inside you.
"Is this... oh god… is this okay?" he asked, his breathing labored.
His voice had a hint of vulnerability showing through as he searched your face for confirmation. You gave him a small nod, reaching up and tangling one of your hands in his hair.
That's all he needed right now; just one small sign to let him know that he was doing this right. His fingers gripped your hips before shifting to cup the back of your thighs instead. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and let out a soft groan before he buried himself fully inside of you.
“Hh, ah,” you tutted, shaking your head. “Just the tip, remember?”
Adrian groaned again as the words sank in; his hands flexing unconsciously on your thighs. It was clearly taking every ounce of will power he had to hold back—to not just take what he'd been craving all this time—but he would do what you asked of him.
Adrian’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing as he fought to obey—just the tip, nothing more. Every muscle in him trembled with restraint; sweat beading at his temples as he held himself there. But the way his hips twitched betrayed how close he was to losing control entirely.
"P-please…" Adrian whined—the word sounding almost painful as it ripped from his throat. His grip on your thighs tightened, fingers digging into soft skin as his body trembled with the effort of holding back.
His eyes met yours and the look in them was almost feral with need. He was beyond words now; every fibre of his being screamed for you, needed you, craved you.
Unable to hold back anymore, Adrian bottomed out inside you with one slow, deliberate thrust that left you both shuddering.
"Fuck," he choked out hoarsely before burying face into crook neck where whispered next words muffled by warm flesh: "So good... so damn perfect."
“I didn’t say you could— oh!” your words were cut off by a moan as he rolled his hips.
Adrian groaned against your neck as he shuddered again; his teeth grazing just-so against sensitive skin before he managed to pull back and meet your gaze again. Your leg fell from his shoulder, wrapping around his waist.
His words came out rough and barely coherent, his eyes fixed on yours, "I know… I'm sorry…"
And he did look remorseful; his expression almost pained by his own impatience... but even as he said the words, there was something in his gaze that showed how desperate he was for more.
"S-shit—I'm sorry... I couldn't help it..." he muttered frantically but between thrusts that made the whole car shake. "You feel unbelievable. Like, so fucking good its insane…"
“Adrian,” you panted, fighting to keep your eyes from fluttering close. “Shut up…”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he moaned. “I’m inside you and it feels—shit, move your hips like that again…
Adrian fell forward slightly, moving one of his hands from your thigh and placing it on the door. As he kept listing off how good you felt, you tightened your grip in his hair and pulled him down to kiss you.
He immediately moaned into the kiss, his hips rolling against yours perfectly. Every thrust was deeper now—more possessive—as if trying to brand himself into you. Then came those broken sounds again: low moans punched out from his chest each time bottomed out inside you.
Adrian wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore—not caring who might hear him; not caring who might wonder what those sounds were, or what was happening inside his car. He just wanted you.
The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Adrian was thick inside you, his pelvis grinding against you with every thrust. Every nerve in your body felt alight as Adrian gave you everything he had and more.
He rested his forehead against your shoulder, breath fanning over your chest. His body was slick with sweat and so was yours. The scent of sex filled the car, driving your mind into a frenzy.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, voice wrecked.
Your body arched beneath him, legs around his waist drawing him deeper. The two of you moaned together at the feeling. Adrian’s movements began to falter as he struggled to keep his impending orgasm at bay.
"I’m close," he whispered—a broken sound barely clinging onto the last shreds of coherence between uneven pants. "Fuck, I’m so close."
Adrian keened at your moans, his hips stuttering at the sounds tumbling from your lips. As he got closer and closer to his release, you knew you weren’t far behind. Adrain felt you tighten around his cock and he was determined to make you cum before him.
You moaned lewdly, the heat in your lower stomach spreading. You clenched around him as he snapped his hips forward over and over again bringing you closer to your climax. It only took a few more thrusts before the pressure became too much and you let your orgasm wash over you.
The feeling of you climaxing around him sent Adrian over the edge. His thrusts became sloppy and he slipped out of you—his hips stuttering through the tremors of his orgasm before finally stilling completely.
His release painted hot streaks across your stomach; a mess that had him exhaling shakily in equal parts embarrassment and satisfaction. He was too spent to even think about moving right now—just slumped against you weakly, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch breath again while murmuring softly into skin: "Fuck... I'm so sorry..."
His cheeks were flushed with heat still; the realisation of what he'd just done—of how quickly he'd lost control—not fully sinking in until just now. His fingers gently skimmed over your skin just above where his release was dripping in slow, sticky rivulets over your belly. "I... I didn't mean to make a mess... I'm sorry."
“It’s okay,” you whispered breathlessly, still coming down from your high.
Adrian's shoulders relaxed visibly and he let out a relieved exhale, some of the tension easing from his frame as he heard the sincerity in your reassurance. It was silly, really, given how clearly unbothered you seemed by the whole thing. But still, he'd needed that confirmation just to quell the last shreds of guilt still lingering at the back of his mind.
His fingers skimmed over your stomach again; the mess between you a reminder of how much of a needy, desperate wreck he'd been for you moments ago.
He swallowed hard, still slightly flushed as he said quietly, “I should probably clean this up.”
“Hmm, probably,” you nodded, your voice carrying a teasing lilt.
Adrian couldn’t help the sheepish smile that tugged at his lips at your reply—the embarrassment from earlier slowly melting into something more like amusement. Despite offering to clean up his own mess, Adrian found himself hesitating.
That was, until you gave him a gentle nudge with your hip, prompting him to finally push himself up with a sigh—eyes raking over your form as he did. Adrian’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of you—still flushed, still messy with him—and his hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to reach for you again.
"So fucking pretty," he murmured hoarsely, voice thick with something between awe and lingering need.
His thumb brushed over your hipbone; a fleeting touch that sent another shiver racing through him before pulling away completely. He leaned forward through his car, one hand gripping the centre console as he reached for some napkins in the glove compartment.
Adrian pushed himself back, napkins in hand and looking down at you. His brain short-circuited for a second, embarrassed by how filthy his thoughts were getting right now. He avoided your gaze as he slowly began to clean up after himself.
“What you thinking about?” you murmured, tilting your head slightly.
Adrian swallowed hard, his gaze briefly flickering up to meet yours as you asked that question and then quickly looked away again, cheeks flushed as he continued to clean up the mess he'd made.
"Nothing," he managed to get out, voice weak and a touch ragged from everything that had just happened. His eyes were focused firmly on his task now, determined to distract himself from the awkward heat he felt under your gaze.
“Well,” you hummed, fixing his glasses back into place. “I’m sure it’s something.”
Adrian flinched slightly at your touch and then exhaled sharply as he finally met your gaze again. He groaned slightly, burying his face in his hands as he realised there was no point trying to lie to you.
You could read him like a book—had always been annoyingly perceptive when it came to him—and trying to hide things from you was a lost cause from the start. He sat there for a moment, face still covered as he tried to collect his thoughts enough to put into words before finally lifting his head back up to meet your gaze again.
"Okay... it's not nothing," he admitted begrudgingly.
As he finally tossed the used napkins into the front seat, he exhaled shakily and shifted in his seat beside you. He turned to the side, lazily drawing shapes into the condensation on the window.
"Just... stupid, uh—" He sighed heavily; running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're going to think I'm an idiot if I say it out loud."
“I already think you're an idiot,” you mumbled teasingly.
Adrian huffed in mock-annoyance, though he couldn't hide the slight upturn of his lips at that. He wanted to be mad that you'd been able to so easily disarm him again but it was hard to stay irritated at you for long.
He turned his gaze back to you, his eyes softening. He took a steadying breath before continuing—voice low and a bit hesitant now.
"I... uh," he started awkwardly, "was... thinking how you looked really pretty... all messy, with my..." He gestured vaguely between your legs. "...You know."
“Oh?” you breathed, slightly in shock.
Adrian's head bobbed up and down in a jerky nod; his gaze still trained on that spot between your legs that was now clean but still reminded him of just minutes ago.
"Yeah... that, uh..." He groaned softly; his eyes shifting up to lock onto yours—dark and slightly pleading. “And I can’t stop imagining if I, uh…”
His fingers flex against his thighs, the idea clearly driving him wild. He was all-too-well aware of how needy his voice had become already, but he couldn't seem to help it—not when you were looking at him that way
“I can’t stop imagining if I… if you let me do it again,” he whispered, voice low and thick with desire.
You hummed with a grin, thinking to yourself for a moment. You reached your hand up to tangle in his hair once again, pulling him closer to you once more. Adrian eyes flicked between yours, eagerly waiting for you to say or do something.
You sat up slightly, brushing your lips against his and whispered, “Well, I don’t have anywhere else to be right now.”
