#chris smith

But then he started asking you if raccoons could get diabetes. Started saving you the last granola bar. Started looking at you like you mattered, like he couldn’t believe you were real either.

And somewhere between stitching up his side and dodging his dick jokes, something switched inside of you. You didn’t mean to. But God, you’re in it now. Because Adrian is your favorite. Unfiltered. Unafraid. Reckless, ridiculous, and so endearingly his own type of chaos. And the way you feel about him? It’s not a crush anymore. It’s a problem.

You’re in love with a man who hums the DuckTales theme while bleeding out, who gets excited about vending machines, who asks if you want to “practice CPR just in case.”

Adebayo watches you both from across the room.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Just sips her tea. Lets the music fill the silence.

And then, softly “So. When are you gonna stop pretending?”

You glance up, startled. “What?”

“You heard me.”

You look down. “It’s not…I mean, there’s nothing to pretend.”

“That’s bullshit.”

You bite your lip.

She leans forward, elbows on her knees. “Look. I’m not trying to push you. I get it. He’s a lot. He’s loud. He says the most unhinged shit I’ve ever heard come out of a man who’s technically not institutionalized.”

You smile weakly. “But he looks at you like you’re his gravity, girl. Like you’re the one thing holding him to the goddamn planet.”

Your breath catches. “And you look at him like you’re scared of what would happen if he ever stopped looking back.”

You say nothing. You can’t. Your throat’s too tight. “This world we live in? It doesn’t make sense. It’s violent. It’s random. You could lose everything tomorrow and never see it coming.”

She sets her tea down. “So if you’ve got something good in front of you, even if it’s messy, even if it’s scary, you take it. You don’t wait until it’s gone. You don’t wait until you’re sitting here with bloody gloves and a bunch of regrets.”

You let out a shaky breath. Her words hit harder than you want to admit.

She stands, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You deserve good things, sunshine. Stop convincing yourself you don’t.”

She walks out of the room.

You sit there for a long moment, the rain tapping softly on the windows, music humming low and emotional in the background. You look over at Adrian.

Still asleep. Still frowning in his sleep like he’s dreaming of a fight. But when you shift to sit beside him, he stirs, just slightly and without opening his eyes, he mumbles “Can you stay?”

You freeze.

“I wanna be near you.”

Then he shifts again and lays his head in your lap, face turned into your stomach, sighing like he’s finally safe.

You’re trembling again. But this time, it’s not fear. It’s too many feelings crammed into one fragile moment.

You hesitate, then slowly, ever so gently, thread your fingers through his soft curls.

He hums in his sleep. Presses closer. And for the first time all night, he looks peaceful.

The next song starts playing a love song with aching guitar and lyrics about wanting more time.

You stare down at him, cheeks burning, hand in his hair.

And just when you think he’s fully asleep “You’re doing it again,” he murmurs, voice gravelly.

You jump slightly. “Doing what?”

He doesn’t open his eyes. But his smile is soft. Sleepy. A little sad.

“Pretending you don’t feel what you feel.”

You swallow. “You’re not supposed to be awake.”

“Can’t sleep. You smell too good.” He hums pressing his face closer to your lower abdomen. “And I’m too excited to go to sleep now.”

“Adrian.”

“I mean it,” he whispers. “Every time I get hurt, I think, cool, maybe now she’ll finally kiss me.”

You laugh, wet and quiet. “That’s terrible logic.”

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

You sigh, looking down at him, his lashes brushing his cheeks, his lips parted, his voice barely holding steady.

And then he says, quieter “I’m scared too. I act like I’m not, but I am.”

You say nothing. Just trace your fingers through his hair again.

“But I know this if I died tomorrow and didn’t tell you how I feel, I’d come back just to haunt you. Probably in the shower.”

You giggle, wiping at your eyes. “I like you,” he murmurs, barely audible now. “So much it’s stupid.”

Your heart’s hammering.

“I like you too,” you whisper.

He opens his eyes, soft and hazy and all Adrian.

“Yeah?” You nod.

“Good,” he says. “Now kiss me before someone walks in and ruins it.” You let out a breathless laugh before bending down to plant a gentle kiss on his soft lips. You feel the kiss everywhere like something awakening inside of you. You pull back slightly and see the biggest grin on his face.

“I knew it’d be magical,” he says before He kisses you again, slow, careful, as if he’s afraid to shatter the moment. But when he pulls back, he keeps one hand cradling your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin like he doesn’t quite believe this is real.

Then, gently “C’mere. Lay down with me.”

You don’t hesitate.

You curl into his side, warm and breathless, draping a leg over his hips. And that’s when you feel him. Hard against your clothed heat.

You freeze for just a second, flushed, breath catching and then you look up at him, wide-eyed, something wild and unspoken flaring behind your lashes.

Adrian raises a brow, smirking just slightly. “Sorry you’re just so hot. I swear I was hard before you kissed me. Shit…does it make you uncomfortable?” you shake your head slowly, lips parting as a quiet, needy sound escapes your throat, one you didn’t know you could make.

“No,” you whisper. “God, no. I just… didn’t realize you’d be that…fuck.”

His grin falters. Not in a bad way. Like he’s trying to process the fact that you’re the one unraveling now.

You shift your hips without thinking, pressing yourself into him just enough to feel the heat between you spark and catch. His breath hitches. His eyes darken.

“Careful, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough. “You keep moving like that, and I’m gonna forget how exist or be gentle.”

Your fingers trail down his chest, slow and reverent, but your voice is different now, breathy, unsteady, feral.

“I don’t want gentle.” That surprises you, even as it leaves your mouth. Adrian blinks. You lean in, lips grazing his ear, and whisper “I want you to fuck me.”

He groans, full-body groan, like the words physically hit him.

“Oh shit.”

You bite your lip, eyes hooded, emboldened now by the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the last thing he’ll ever believe in.

“I’ve wanted you since the first time you opened that big, stupid mouth and made me laugh while bleeding.” You confess.

“You mean the time I got stabbed and told you I was allergic to hot people?”

“Exactly that one.”

He grins, breathless, his fingers curling around your thigh. He leans in to kiss you again slipping his tongue inside effortlessly. “Say it again.” He says against your lips.

You tilt your head, innocent smile hiding something deeper. “That I want you?”

“No,” he rasps. “That you want me to fuck you.”

You exhale shakily. “I want you to fuck me, Adrian.”

He loses it.

Suddenly he’s flipping you onto your back, careful but desperate, lips crashing against yours as his body settles between your thighs.

His voice is strained, reverent. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He groans into your mouth.

“It’s not enough.”

“Fuck, okay, okay. Just, don’t say shit like that unless you’re ready, because I am one second away from completely losing my mind over you.”

“Then lose it,” you whisper, hands dragging down his back. “Lose it for me.” He sits back and pulls your shirt off leaving you bare.

“Holy shit.” His eyes are wide behind his glasses as he looks down at you. His hands come up to caress your exposed skin “I knew these would be perfect,” he whispers almost to himself making you smile. The sound of his voice, low, awed, slightly wrecked, makes your stomach flip.

He leans in and presses kisses down your throat, across your chest, lips brushing everywhere except where you want them.

You arch into him, breath catching. “Adrian…” And then his mouth wraps around your nipple, hot, wet, and devoted his tongue flicking expertly while his free hand comes up to tease the other, fingers pinching lightly.

“Oh my God—” you gasp, back arching harder. “That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles against your skin, his voice vibrating against you. “You’re so fucking responsive… it’s gonna drive me insane.”

He kisses his way back up your body, every press of his mouth getting slower, sloppier, until he reaches your lips again and kisses you with a hunger you feel down to your toes.

You moan into him and he moans right back, like he needs it just as much.

He moves down to your neck, biting softly, tongue soothing over every mark he leaves behind. It tickles just enough to make you giggle.

Adrian pulls back instantly, eyes wide and panicked.“Shit.. am I doing something wrong?”

You shake your head, laughing breathlessly. “No, no. Your hair tickled me a little.”

His shoulders sag in relief. “Jesus, don’t scare me like that,” he breathes out, then flashes you a crooked smile. “I thought I bit you weird or said something way too specific.”

You laugh harder, and he grins like he’s completely drunk on it. “Okay, cool. Ticklish giggle I can handle.” He kisses you once, sweet and slow. “Anything else? Would’ve killed me.” He reaches down to pull his pants off and slides your shorts off before he dives back in, mouth hot and claiming against your neck, fingers skimming lower, and you’re both so far gone it’s a miracle either of you remembers how breathing works. He’s grinding against you now, desperately rubbing his hard-on against your core, panting like every movement is costing him restraint. His hips roll like he’s begging for relief, completely lost in the feeling.

You slide your hand down and palm him through the thin fabric of his briefs, and his whole body shudders.

“Oh fuck, that’s amazing,” he groans, his voice cracking like it physically hurts to hold back. He kisses you again, hard, almost messy, before dragging your hand lower, guiding your fingers beneath the waistband.

“Please,” he murmurs, actually begging now. “Touch me please. I need you to touch me, I’m losing my fucking mind”

You wrap your hand around him, stroking a few times, slow and deliberate. His head drops to your shoulder with a broken moan. You tug his briefs down, letting his cock spring free, thick, flushed, aching and you don’t miss the way he twitches in your hand when you squeeze.

“Jesus,” he whimpers. “I knew your hands were magic before but holy shit.”

While you’re still stroking him, his hand moves fast, urgent, a little shaky, pulling your soaked panties to the side, fingers sliding through your wetness like he’s checking just to make sure.

“Oh my God,” he rasps, eyes wide, face completely undone. “You’re, fuck, baby, you’re dripping. That’s…holy shit, that’s so fucking good. Is all that for me?”

You nod, breathless. He kisses you again, more like a gasp than a kiss while his fingers run up and down your slit, careful and obsessed.

“I can feel how bad you want it,” he groans. “You’re so wet it’s making me lightheaded.” Then, barely a whisper “Can I eat you out? Please? I need…just let me…please.”

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes gleaming. “Show me what that mouth knows other than weird animal facts.”

He laughs, the sound full-bodied, delighted like he’s been waiting for this challenge.

“You got it,” he grins, sitting up on his knees. “But you gotta sit on my face.”

You blink. Hard.

“Wait, what?”

“Sit. On. My. Face,” he repeats, already lying back on the couch like this is a completely normal Tuesday activity.

You hesitate, hovering slightly over his lap.

“I… I’ve never done that before.”

His whole body jolts upright like you just told him the sky is fake.

“WHAT?! With those thighs?” He gestures emphatically like you’ve committed some kind of war crime. “Are you kidding me?”

You nod, cheeks burning. He blinks up at you, stunned. Then he softens, that dorky, adoring smile creeping onto his face.

“Okay, we’re fixing that right now.”

He reaches out, palm warm as he guides you forward.

“C’mere. I got you.”

You let him help you straddle his chest, your breath catching as you slide up, hovering, uncertain.

“This position?” he says, eyes glinting, “Top tier. A personal favorite. You can pull my hair, ride my nose, use me like a human slip-n-slide, whatever feels right for you, princess. Use me”

You let out a nervous laugh, glancing down at him.

He just looks up at you like you’re a work of art, hands wrapping around your thighs as he gently, very purposefully, pulls you down to his mouth.

And then, his tongue drags a slow, wet stripe through your folds and your thighs shudder instantly, your hips bucking slightly as the breath whooshes from your lungs.

“Holy shit,” you gasp.

His hands tighten around you, keeping you steady as he groans into you, deep and satisfied like he’s been craving this forever and is finally being fed.

He groans into you, loud and muffled, like he likes that your legs are shaking. Like he wants more. “You taste so fucking good,” he moans between licks, hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you steady. “This is the best day of my entire fucking life.”

You try to lift off him, just slightly, too flustered, but he yanks you right back down.

“Nope. Stay. You’re not going anywhere.”

His tongue flicks against your clit and you cry out, hand flying to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Fuck, Adrian…” you whimper.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Pull my hair. Use me, baby.”

You’re panting now, grinding down without thinking, chasing the pressure. His hands are guiding you slowly, then fast, then back to slow like he’s memorizing you.

“I knew it,” he mutters, voice reverent and ruined. “Knew that sweet little mouth was hiding something filthy. Look at you now. Fucking dripping for me.”

You whimper something unintelligible. He chuckles, delirious.

“Can’t talk?” he teases, pausing just long enough to kiss your thigh. “That’s okay. I’ll do all the talking for both of us.”

And he does.

“You’re gonna come on my face, aren’t you? Gonna soak me like a goddamn waterfall. Shit, I hope I drown.”

You moan loud and high and desperate, stars exploding behind your eyes. You’re so close it’s not even funny.

“That’s it, sunshine,” he whispers, licking deeper, dirtier. “Give it to me. Ruin me. Be selfish. You deserve to feel this good every single fucking day.” Your release comes crashing down, the immediate relief and wave of pleasure washing over you makes you a little lightheaded.

“I’ll quiz you on every animal in the world if you do this every day,” you sigh, breathless, still trembling, looking down at him.

“Shit, that’s a lot of things to memorize,” he says, voice muffled and thoughtful, eyes wide behind his glasses. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get to all of them… but I’ll try. For science. And your thighs.”

You laugh, still flushed, still dizzy and scoot down, straddling his hips.

His lips are glistening with your slick. He watches you with pure amusement, then slowly licks them clean like it’s a goddamn delicacy.

“So… how was it?” he asks, cocky and boyish.

“Un-fucking-believable,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him.

“Like a 10/10?” he grins against your mouth.

Instead of answering, you grind your soaked core over his cock, still thick and heavy against his stomach. His eyes snap shut like you’ve short-circuited him.

“Yes,” you finally whisper, dragging yourself over him again. His hips buck.

“Shit,” he gasps. “Okay. Okay. Wait—I don’t have any condoms.” He starts spiraling instantly. “Maybe Chris has one…Economos? No, that guy doesn’t fuck—”

He’s talking a mile a minute, eyebrows knitted in genuine panic as he tries to figure out how to stop this from becoming a PSA.

You reach down and grab his cock, slow and teasing, running it through your slick again. He chokes.

“Oh god.” His head falls back. “Do you have one? Please tell me you have one.”

You smile, sweet, innocent, a little too calm for how wrecked he is.

You roll your hips forward again and tease his swollen tip right against your entrance.

“No,” you whisper, watching his brain leave the chat.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, trembling under you. “Okay…okay…I can pull out. I mean, I’ll try—fuck—you feel really tight, and it’s been a while, and you’re kind of like…everything.”

“No,” you interrupt softly, lips brushing his ear. “I want you to come inside me.”

His whole body goes completely still.

“Wait—what?” His head jerks up, eyes wide behind his fogged-up glasses.

“I’m on birth control,” you add, a breath away from him, voice calm and quiet.

He stares at you, scandalized.

“Then why the fuck did you—why did you let me go on and on about condoms and pulling out like a fucking sex ed skit?!” He throws his hands up, exasperated. “I almost called Chris, dude!”

You bite your lip, still smiling.

“I just wanted to hear what you’d say.”

“You’re a sadist,” he groans, arms wrapping around you as he flips you underneath him. “You knew I’d spiral and you let it happen. You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.”

He reaches down between you, his tip sliding through your wetness, and with one slow, aching push, he sinks into you. Both of you gasp, his eyes flutter shut like he’s been hit by divine intervention.

“Oh my God,” he chokes, hips stuttering forward. “You’re—fuck, you’re perfect. You were made to do this. Literally designed in a lab for me.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he starts to thrust, slow, desperate, and just a little sloppy from how close he already is.

“That’s it,” you moan. “Just like that, Adrian—”

“Yeah?” he pants, eyes wide and gleaming. “You like that? You wanted me to fuck you in this government-funded IKEA couch?”

“Don’t care,” you gasp. “Wanna feel all of you—” The door slams open.

“OH MY GOD,” Ads yells.

Adrian freezes mid-thrust. You both look up like deer caught in an emotional headlight.

She’s standing there, horrified, hand over her mouth. Her eyes are huge. You’re still wrapped around Adrian. Adrian is still in you.

“Are you—are you guys serious right now?!” She blurts.

“You told me to go for it!” You yell.

“Yeah but I meant like a kiss or hug or something, damn. This is the common room! There are cameras!”

Adrian turns to you, eyes wide. “Wait, you knew there were cameras?! Why didn’t you say something?! Now there’s footage of me balls deep in my coworker while a friendship monitor watches from the ceiling!”

Before you can even respond, there’s a beep, then Chris’s voice comes in loud and clear over the PA system “Fantastic job, team. You almost made it to completion. Real tenacity out there. Also I definitely have condoms. You could’ve asked.”

“I’m never showing my face again,” you mumble.

“Too late,” Adrian says cheerfully, still inside you. “My ass is already on file.”

“Adrian—”

“Look, all I’m saying is if we’re gonna be exhibitionists, I say we commit. Someone find a ring light.”

“Adrian,” you hiss, mortified.

Ads is still in the doorway, one hand shielding her eyes and the other trying to backtrack out of the room like she didn’t just see her coworkers mid-thrust.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this,” she mutters, “but I’m actually gonna go walk into traffic. That feels like the only logical next step.”

“Well… that could’ve been worse,” Adrian offers, somehow genuinely trying to comfort you. “At least it wasn’t”

“Hey guys, anyone seen my leftove…OH MY ACTUAL FUCK—”

Economos drops his lunch container. It explodes against the floor.

He stares. Jaw slack. Face pale.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU—WHY ARE YOU STILL INSIDE HER?!” he screams.

“We are bonding!” Adrian yells back.

“WITH YOUR DICK?!”

“Emotionally and physically!”

“THERE ARE CAMERAS!”

Chris’s voice crackles in again “Economos, relax. Why don’t give him a high five instead? We thought he didn’t like sex this is major! Also, no one’s touching your little fucking leftover pad thai. Fuck.”

Economos is still frozen in the doorway, eyes haunted. Adrian finally grabs a blanket to pull over you.

“I’m gonna need therapy,” John whispers, backing out of the room like it’s cursed. “Like, so much therapy. Government-issued trauma leave.”

“Want me to write a note?” Adrian calls after him. “I have great handwriting!”

The door finally closes. Silence. You flop back on the couch, covering your face with the blanket.