#peacemaker smut

you probably were so going to hell for this. like, burn in hell, rot in fire, kind of hell.

it felt wrong too. dirty. even if both men were technically your boyfriend, one wasn't in terms of morality.

morality is overrated.

"adri—" you said, looking at your adrian. well, probably. hopefully. honestly, they were fucking identical, even wearing the same suit. "this is, like, alright, right? i don't know. it's a little weird. and i mean, even weird for us, weird."

your adrian smiles and leans to kiss your nose. "are you kidding, baby? this is awesome! fucking my girl right next to an alternate me? i've totally had wet dreams about this!" he's excited, like a little kid, and other adrian has the exact same shit eating grin.

"dude, i've totally had the same wet dream!" other adrian says. "except— well, my version of her doesn't like me at all, but that's alright!"

something about that makes your heart clench a little. of course there was two of her as well, and maybe the version of you from this adrian's realm hated him. you didn't think it was possible to live in a world where you weren't head over heels in love with adrian.

you turn towards your adrian, giving him a knowing look. it was a confirmation that it was okay. he understood as always and nodded.

"adrian." you whispered to other adrian. "you're okay with this too?" a hand reached to gently brush some hair off his forehead, to which he nearly flinched at. the thought made you sad— this adrian was clearly so touch starved, like how yours had been before you started dating.

"yeah, yeah. yes." he breathed out all too quickly. his hand tentatively tucked your hair behind your ear, like he was nervous to actually get to touch you for once. "you're still so pretty."

it was a oddly sweet moment, considering what was happening. your adrian looked at him and smiled all proudly. not an ounce of jealousy. "isn't she? i tell her everyday. the most beautiful girl in the world."

"so beautiful." other adrian agreed. his eyes were slightly sad. almost longing. "sorry. never been this close to you before."

you smile, and shake your head. he sounds exactly like yours.

"other— me... she's missing out. don't take what she feels to heart." you add. you and adrian clicked immediately, same goofy humor, same adoration for each other. it was instantaneous, like both of you just knew. soulmates, as adrian said all the time.

you turn your head over your shoulder. "adri, am i allowed to kiss him?" you ask almost shyly.

your adrian's bites his bottom lip and nods. "by all means, do whatever you want. this might be hotter than the one time you bent me over the kitchen counter and—"

he was cut off by you glaring at him. "adrian!" you scolded.

"you are so fucking lucky." other adrian said with a groan.

you smiled, rolling your eyes, before gently pushing other adrian back against the couch. you lean down to meet him in a kiss.

it's inexperienced and sloppy. just like your adrian (he never really became experienced. it was still a work in progress) but also so eager. you pull away, and his eyes are halflidded with lust and something else. love?

"by the way, i'm like sooooo embarrassed, but i'm totally going to cum before other adrian." adrian two says with a sheepish grin.

"dude, it's no big deal! don't be ashamed, other totally sexy version of me! i cum fast too!"

both of them giggle, which makes you giggle too, and other adrian looks at you like you are bathed in sunlight.

"good lord, this version of her laughs at our jokes?" he asks, and yours eagerly nods.

"yup! amazing isn't it? i just love her so much." he says fondly.

"please let me fuck you. i might actually die, or kill myself, if you don't let me. like, super duper serious here. my dick might break off." other adrian starts pleading, giving you those huge, sad puppy eyes.

you laugh again, and he leans up to start pressing soft kisses anywhere he can reach. your cheeks, your temple, your nose. anywhere until you quit laughing.

"it's not funny. i'm not even being dramatic. i wasn't even this hard when i sat and watched chris that one time."

your broww furrow— he was hard watching chris? you'd have to ask your adrian about that later. maybe, hopefully, yours didn't sit in the cuck chair with chris.

"yeah, okay." you agreed, and your adrian's hands started unbuttoned your jeans while you leaned to kiss the other again.

eager other adrian's tongue slipped into your mouth, doing little to mask his soft whines. your hand slipped to rub over his cock through his suit.

you feel your jeans get tugged over the curve of your ass. your adrian swats at it, making you moan into other adrian's mouth.

"i wanted to prep her first." your adrian says. "but she's so wet! babe, you're totally a perv!"

you want to turn and glare, but other adrian won't stop fucking kissing you. he kisses all eager and nasty.

"oh, and me, let me tell ya, this pussy is fucking heaven. the first time we fucked, i lasted three thrusts!" your adrian says eagerly, like three was a good thing, a gloved middle finger slidding down your clothed slit.

you can feel how soaked you are, your panties clinging to your folds. they're tugged down your thighs suddenly, and adrian spits onto your pussy.

other adrian snaked a hand to your clit, rubbing soft circles. you moan into his mouth, and he suddenly pulls back, kissing and nipping at your neck.

"she likes that." your adrian all but cooed. he helps you position yourself better, so all three of you can fit. "trade places with me. she loooves getting fucked from behind. she's quite slutty!" he says proudly again.

both adrian's quickly swap spots and there's a weird noise of fabric being moved. you realize adrian two is taking of his suit.

you turn to look, and nearly cum right there, untouched.

he's in a white tank top, and for some reason, it does wonders for his biceps. he's slightly shiny from sweating underneath you, and he's panting while eye fucking your bare pussy. his hands move to your ass, spreading them to get a better view of you.

"i'm so sorry, but i only have one time with you." he says, which confuses you, and before you can say anything, he drags his tongue from your clit up through your folds.

your whole body jerks, and without processing, he replaces his tongue with the head of his cock, dragging it though your cunt.

"yeah, holy shit. fuck, holy fucking shit, her pussy, man—" he whines behind you. "if we had more time, i think i'd drown myself in it."

"like a hermit crab with a snorkel." they both say at the exact same time, which honestly, scares you a bit. they have the exact same dumb shit going through their head.

"fuck." adrian two said, voice hoarse while the first inch of him pressed in. a whimper wracked his body at how perfect she felt—warm and tight and so wet, it was coating his thighs.

"that's it. there you go." your adrian says, and through lust blurred eyes, you look at him. you can't tell if he's praising you or the other version himself. it gives other adrian to push in all the way.

"holy hell, i'm going to cum waaay too fast—"

your adrian's cock was straining in his jeans, and he was fucking touching himself. palming himself with stupid groans.

you reach for it, eager to help him just as much, but he smacks away your hand. this wasn't about him— this was about you.

"don't worry about me, baby." he mumbled with a small smile. "focus on him. if i was a better man, i'd just watch. but my dick actually might explode."

your adrian unzips his suit, just enough to show off the slopes of his abs, and pull his cock out. he gave it languid strokes, before spitting on it like he'd did to your pussy earlier. his glasses were slipping slightly down the slope of his nose.

it was stupidly hot. he was getting off to watching himself fuck you.

other adrian hadn't moved yet— (probably trying not to cum too fast and still whining behind you) but he eventually pulled all the way out to thrust back in. he started a steady pace, his hands digging into your hips as he pulled your ass downwards onto his cock.

he seemed to be enchanted by the way your ass bounced against his hips, the sounds so wet and obscene.

both adrian's were moaning, your adrian matching his hand with his clones sloppt thrusts.

"god, i can hear how wet you are. you like being all messy for us?" your adrian asked, to which you nodded your head. other adrian whimpered, like he was enjoying the words too.

"she's so tight. she's squeezing my cock." other adrian mumbled, eyes glued to where his cock disappeared into your slick cunt. you responded by clenching around him, a moan getting cut off.

"fuck, i think she's gonna cum. is that right baby? can see it." your adrian hummed. you nodded. he was freakishly good at knowing exactly when.

"yeah— fuck, yeah, i'm gonna cum! please, adri, don't stop—" you moaned weakly.

other adrian scoffed like that was the craziest thing he'd heard. no way he'd stop now. he reached down to rub at your clit. somehow, his hips became more precise, hitting that spot that made you moan each time.

"coming!" you warned, "adri—!"

other adrian’s head dropped back with a whine as you came.

"jesus— fuck." he gasped against her neck between ragged breaths. "look at you." the words were half reverence, half filthy awe.

you weren’t just coming around him—you were drenching him in it, soaking his cock and thighs like you couldn’t hold back a single drop. and god help him if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever felt.

"knew you could take it." your adrian groaned, eyes hazy. "knew my sweet girl had this in her. pervvv!"

other adrian's thrusts turned slower now but somehow deeper— aimed solely at making himself come while you were shaking. stupidly teasing, just like your adrian.

"oh my god. 'm gonna cum. fuck— i can't, 'm gonna pass out. die, actually." adrian two rambles. cute, just like yours. his viice became more strained, less coherent. "please, let me cum inside. need to cum in you."

you look at your boyfriend, who, inbetween soft whimpers, nods.

"cum in her." your adrian encourages. "i'm— shit, gonna cum too. ah, next time we should both fuck her at the same time."

the idea of that makes all three of you moan, although they are a hell of a lot more whiney. and whining at the exact same time.

"yes, fuck, coming!"

"shitshitshitshit."

they both came, your adrian tensing in his palm before spurting on his fist and all over his abs and suit, followed by other adrian filling you up.

they both are panting, and you are too, aching. other adrian pulls out, (before pushing his cum back inside with two fingers) while your adrian leans to kiss your forehead.

there was about four seconds of peace before:

"ha! you came first! i lasted longer!"

"nuh uh, no way, you totally came first, i was watching!"

"well, i was watching you!"

"wait... really? i'm touched."

and the glasses too

Vigilante is so fucking hot.

"Do you think so?", he asked you, playing with the hem of your shorts, distractedly, pulling his glasses up his nose with his free hand.

You both were sitting on your sofa, in your apartment, watching TV when a news broadcast started talking about Vigilante and how he killed two guys that tried to rob a house.

"Fuck yes", you agreed laughing.

His green eyes got up from your shorts and bare skin of your thighs and looked at you, looking almost hopeful, "But- but you can't even see his face… how do you know?", and his eyes widened, panicking, "Do you know what he looks like?!"

You had an idea, but Adrian didn't need to know that, "No", he let out a relieved sigh, his free hand over his heart, feeling it race like a rabbit's little heart, "You can see the outline of his body in his suit, and- fuck- he is so big."

Adrian smiled, his free arm went to the sofa backrest and his fist held his cheek, looking at you excitedly, "Do you think he is big?"

"Yeah", you nodded, and his smile grew wider, as if it was possible, making you smile too, he was such a cute little idiot, "He is not as big as you, but he must have a really nice body."

"Do you think I'm big?", you nodded again, "Nice", he laughed adorably, really high pitched like a teenage girl, "But what if he is ugly? Which I don't think he is- Not that I know anything… I never saw, but I can imagine that he must have really pretty eyes and neat hair. But, again, I never saw him, I don't know who he is, it's just a hypothetical, you know? What if he is hypothetically ugly?", Adrian vomited all those words on you, growing anxious with his speech. You only could laugh and put your hand over his hand on your thigh and caressed the skin. You were about to answer and he closed his eyes really hard, "My peach merengue", he always had the craziest nicknames for you, "we are trying to have a nice conversation here about how hot do you think Vigilante is, if you touch me I will get hard and I will lose focus and I really want to know your answer."

You laughed again and gave him a little peck, "You're so dumb."

He opened his beautiful eyes and smiled at you again, "Thank you", and he got serious again, furrowing his brow, paying attention to you, "Now, continue, please."

"Look… I don't know if he is ugly or not-"

"He probably isn't", Adrian cutted you, "but I don't know… No one knows, he is a mystery, like Batman."

You nodded, "Of course, sweetie, no one knows who Vigilante is", you agreed caressing his cheek, "So… It's not about looks, he has a helmet and everything, we don't have an idea how he looks", he nodded with enthusiasm. Such a little idiot, good god, you loved him, "but it's about his presence… it's just really hot. And if he is ugly, the helmet can stay on", you shrugged, "I would not mind to be honest."

Adrian seemed lost, "With the helmet on?"

You laughed, feeling yourself getting flustered for saying such a thing, "Yeah."

"You girls are weird… You get all horned up when guys stay with masks on… I heard this girl at the Fennel Fields talking to her friends about wanting to buy a Ghostface mask to have sex with him", he seemed lost, "Ghostface is a mur-de-rer, Kelly… I mean it's it creepy?"

"Unfortunately it's not… It's really hot."

His beautiful eyes widened, "What?"

"Yeah… it's even hotter if the guy has a pretty body. I don't know how to explain", you confessed, "But it's super hot. And Vigilante has a pretty body."

Adrian bounced on the couch excitedly, "Obviously."

You couldn't help but smile, "Obviously", you repeated, making him nod, "So even if he has a ugly face, you can leave the mask on."

"And take off everything else?"

"Well…", his eyes began to widen even though you hadn't finished your thought, "the suit can stay on", you shuddered again.

"Stay on? But how would you fuck?"

"I assume that there is a zipper that I can use to get his cock out."

He looked like he got it, "Oh, yeah, that makes sense, but I still don't get the rest."

"It's like when you want me to dress like a nurse."

"No, it's not", he protested, "First, it's not a nurse, it's a sexy nurse", he emphasized, "And I want to see everything", and he started listing with his fingers, "I wanna see your tits. I wanna see your thighs. I wanna see your ass. I wanna see your tits. And I want to see your pretty face", he looked at you like a little puppy, looking so cute.

You smiled and kissed him briefly on the lips, "I know, but there is nothing sluttier than the unknown", he seemed so lost, he was so ridiculously cute, "I know it's weird, but remember when I got all horny because you were wearing an open robe and pajama pants? I just had a little glimpse of your chest and I wanted to fuck you until you were crying", he nodded, he kinda understood, but it was still weird to him, "So, let's pretend that you're Vigilante-"

"Only imagination, of course", he interrupted you, nervously.

"Of course. So, if you showed up at home, in that suit", you got close to him, caressing the hair on the nape of his neck, speaking softly, "I would fucking ruin you", he gulped, "I would milk you dry… with that suit on… would you like that?"

He nodded eagerly, "And what else?", he licked his lips, feeling them kinda dry.

"I would ride your thigh…"

"And get the suit all wet?", you nodded leaning into him, to kiss him, but he stood up quickly, "I need to do something", he said exasperated.

"Where are you going?", you asked, watching him get the keys to his Sebring and get back to the couch and give you a little peck.

"I will be right back, I swear."

"You wanna go out with that boner?"

Adrian looked down and saw the outline of his boner in his jeans, "Ah…", he shrugged, getting his jacket and folding in half over his arm and putting in front of his waist hiding his boner, "I need to keep all my hormones intact for when I get back", he stated quietly, more for himself than you, "I will be super quick, I swear", he opened the door to your apartment and looked at you, leaning from behind the door, "And leave the balcony door open, please."

"Adrian, we are on the fifth floor."

He ignored you, "Leave it open, please", he repeated, "I love you."

"I love you too."

He waited for you to say it back to leave in a rush. You had an idea of what he would do, but you still let yourself be a little dumb and pretend you didn't know anything.

You did as he told you and waited in your bed. You waited for just twenty minutes and then you heard some noises coming from the balcony. The white curtains flew lightly in the wind as you got close, it was dark outside, and the soft light from your nightlamp wasn't enough to light the shadow that got close. And then he showed up.

"Hello, citizen!", Vigilante said in glee, "I heard you needed help!"

"Adrian! How did you got here?", you looked down the balcony, the cold wind giving you goose bumps, "It's so high."

"It was easy."

"You could have killed yourself, Adrian."

"I'm not Adrian!", he said, "I don't know who this Adrian is, but I bet he is super pretty", he got a little closer, "It's me Adrian, but I'm not Vigilante… this is just a costume that I bought, ok? Don't think I'm him, because I'm not."

You smiled at his little dumb lie, you could see his eyes wide behind the red visor, "There are Vigilante costumes to buy this easily? At…", you look at your phone, "eleven thirteen at night?"

"Yes", he nodded, crossing his arms, "He is the coolest hero out there, of course there are thousands, if not millions, of his costumes to buy."

The cold air made you shiver, you noticed his eyes going down to your breast paying attention to your nipples showing under the white graphic tee you had on, "So, Vigilante… What are you doing here? There are no bad guys here…"

"But there is a bad girl", you weren't expecting something like that, that was new, maybe it was the suit, "Sorry…", he looked down, "I don't- You're the nicest girl ever", he corrected himself, "And you're so pretty and so funny… and so smart… You're not bad", ok, that was your Adrian.

"But if I was a bad girl, what would you do to me, Vigilate?", you got closer, his pretty wide eyes looking at you with curiosity behind the red visor, "Would you make me pay for my actions?", he nodded eagerly, "Would I be bad if I wanted to fuck you even though I have a beautiful and adorable boyfriend?"

"Does he know a lot of cool owl facts?"

"He does. And also he loves spiders."

"He seems cool."

"He is."

"Oh… I think that would be very bad of you", he nodded, "You shouldn't cheat on your boyfriend, you know?", and shook his head.

You smiled and go closer, touching his chest, making sure to squeeze your tits between you arms to give him a better view of inside your shirt cleavage and how perky your nipple were from the cold air, "Yeah, but what if the guy I wanna cheat my boyfriend with is really hot?"

"You don't even know what I look like", he stated, his eyes paying attention to your tits and then your face and then again your tits, "How do you know I'm hot?"

"First you sound a lot like my boyfriend and he is really hot."

"First", he lowered his voice on purpose, "I don't sound like anyone you know", you laughed caressing his chest, his eyes shifted down quickly just to see your chest and get back to your face, he wanted to see if his boner was showing, but your amazing tits where in the way, "Second, do you think he is really hot?"Adrian asked, looking at you adorably.

"Of course I do."

You noticed he smiled widely because his eyes squinted adorably, "And you're really hot too."

You slid your hand up his shoulder and behind his neck, noticing a little opening in the suit, and you scratched the tiny amount of exposed skin with your nails, making him whine and take a deep breath, "So, wouldn't you like to make me pay for being unfaithful to my adorable boyfriend who I love so so much?"

"I love you too", he said happily, tipping his head to the side, only to perk back up and cleared his throat, "I mean… he must love you too very much, citizen."

You smiled, "You're so cute."

"You don't know what I look like", he still was trying to understand the point.

"Actions can be cute", you shrugged.

"I truly don't get it…", he confessed.

"You look so hot in this suit", you looked him up and down, noticing the growing bulge in his pants and sighed, "I wanna fuck you until you past out", he squirmed and whimpered when you scratched the exposed skin again.

"Not the weak points of my suit", he whispered, "Please."

"You're so cute."

You got on your tiptoes and did something that Adrian didn't expected, you licked his lips over the cloth of his helmet. The smooth material pressed on his lips with the heat and soft feel of your tongue, and that made his whole body feel like it was on fire. You felt your pussy throb with the action so you did it again. Adrian's hands went to your waist, the faux leather touching your skin making the throb in your pussy even worse. You pressed your lips over his before capturing the bottom lip and took a soft bite.

"Sweet fucking Jesus on a night club singing 'it's gonna be me' by NSYNC", he said in a low whisper, grabbing your waist even harder, "I get it know."

"See?", you smiled before biting his clothed lip again, "You it be okay if I take your mask off, Vigilante?"

"I thought you wanted me to stay with my helmet on."

"I want the suit, I still wanna see your pretty eyes get all watery when I blow you", you whispered, giving another lick on his lips and then a peck, "I wanna be able to ride your face and get your skin all wet with my cum. And I wanna look at how your brow furrows when you try to concentrate when you first put it in. And I wanna moan while kissing you when you fuck me."

"You sure know a lot about how I act when I fuck and we don't know each other", he said kinda aloof.

"Maybe it's just that I'm really imaginative and I touched myself a lot thinking about how you would react when we finally fucked."

"Have you ever masturbated yourself thinking of me?", he asked in a secretive whisper.

You smiled, your hand on his neck caressing the exposed skin again, and the free one went to his face, sliding your thumb over his bottom lip, "Each one of you. Both. A lot."

"Adrian and Vigilante? Really?"

"Why? You don't think I can be this horny for you?"

"I- I don't really know…"

You smiled, slid a hand inside your shorts and rubbed your pussy just for a bit, just enough to coat two of them with your pleasure. You sucked air between your teeth when your fingers slid over your hard clit, you wanted attention so bad. You took them out of your clothes and lifted them up, Vigilante's eyes focused on what you were doing, he seemed to not even blink, he didn't want to miss.

"Look", you pouted, parting your fingers a bit, the wetness connecting both fingers.

"Fuck", he said under his breath, "You're soaking wet already."

You nodded, "See?", and offered your fingers to him, "Would you like to taste it?"

With a swift motion, Adrian took off his helmet and threw it on an armchair you had on the porch, his fingers ran through his hair quickly to adjust a bit, and, finally, grabbed your hand, taking your fingers into his mouth, moaning low as he tasted you.

"Fuck", you muttered. Adrian looked at you for a second before squinting a little bit, making you smile when he grabbed his glasses from a little pocket on his belt and put them on.

"You taste so fucking good."

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up, crossing your legs on his waist. You smiled and finally kissed him. You felt your body being pressed against the wall of the balcony, one of his gloved hands went to your neck while you kissed vigorously, his tongue and yours rubbing together.

Adrian found out a few things with you, he wasn't the man most versed in sex ever, he had his threesomes with Peacemaker to bond and that was it. He didn't understand a lot of things, if he was honest. Like, he didn't get it when you asked him to choke you while you both kissed, because: 1) he didn't want to hurt you; and 2) that was a thing he would do to his enemies to kill them not get them aroused. And then you offered to kiss him while you choked him and he also understood.

The kiss was so desperate, you grabbed his face while you tried to roll your hips against him, to try and get some friction, but it was so hard, "Please", you whispered.

Adrian smiled adorably, like he would always do, "You're so cute", his hand let go of your neck and went to you pajama shirt, lifting it and pooling on top of your tits. The cold hair made your nipples even harder. Because of the wind you remembered where you both were.

"Adrian, get us in, what if someone sees us", you whispered.

He turned both your bodies a bit to the side, you were still pressed against the wall, but now your body was hiding behind him, his back to the open space of the balcony.

"We should get-", you didn't finish, you just whimpered when Adrian's soft, warm, tongue touched your cold skin, sucking and licking the soft spot, "Fuck."

Your hands grabbed his hair while he had his fun with your breasts. He hummed happily as he went from one to the other. His shiny green eyes looking at you, while his beautiful lips wrapped around your nipples. Your skin was getting even colder since his saliva coated it. He stopped his job for a moment, looking at your tits, and how beautifully wet your skin was and how hard your nipples were. A little string of saliva connected his bottom lip to your left nipple.

Another thing that Adrian didn't get before you two started dating was the whole "spit in my mouth" thing. He thought it was a disgusting idea, until you offered to do it so he could see if he really didn't like it.

And that said, he stuck his tongue out, waiting. You got a bit closer to his face and let a bit of saliva run down your tongue to his. He whined softly before kissing you again. You felt that he started moving, so you hugged his neck, pulling him even closer. You could tell that he closed the balcony door behind you, before pressing you against the glass, without parting the kiss. Your skin rubbing against the smooth material of his suit made you moan unintentionally. The idea of him fucking you in that suit finally hit you.

"I wanna blow you", you whispered.

He smiled, his lips a little red from all the kissing, his hair a bit messy and his glasses crooked, that soon were fixed, "Are you sure?"

Adrian always asked, he knew that sucking dick was very invasive on the mouth and it was very tiring, he had done it before, so he was empathetic and understood if she didn't want to do it.

You nodded, "Please, Vigilante", his pupils dilated when you used his pseudonym, "I wanna make you feel good."

"Everything for you, my sweet mochi."

He allowed you to get back on the floor and watched as you knelt in front of him. That dark suit only made the outline of his cock look even more tempting. You were surprised with Adrian's size, especially after the "Timble" story. But you're so glad to be surprised. First your pointer finger contoured the outline, making Adrian whine, his legs trembling a bit, he was so fucking hard. Your thumb pressed on the little head, still covered with his clothes, watching him breath hard and whimper.

"Please", he whispered, "Don't be mean."

You smiled, "You're so cute", and sat on her legs, "Open your suit for me…"

His gloved fingers had a bit of a hard time with the zipper, which made him cry a: "I need to use velcro", really low, just to himself, but it was so quiet that you, unfortunately, heard, and it made you laugh.

When the zipper finally went down, you looked at his hands working to get his hard cock out the suit.

"You don't use underwear to fight crime, Vigilante?", you asked, distractedly while you approached the leaking cock, the tip was so red from the necessity of release.

"I do", he promised with his eyes wide, "I would never do that, what if, unintentionally, I rub my dick against a bad guy! That would be awful! And I would never do that to my girlfriend."

"Oh", you looked up at him, your hands caressing his hips, belly and thighs, going back and forth, his cock throbbing right in front of your face, really close, so tantalizingly close, "So you have a girlfriend?"

"I- I- I do", he looked mortified, "But I would never cheat on her, I swear."

"Oh, I see. So that means you don't want me to continue?", you're being mean, and you knew it, and you loved it. He looked so desperate for a touch, but he would never cheat on you.

"No…"

"Look, since I have a boyfriend and you have a girlfriend, we could make things even with them…"

"Even?", his puzzled look was so cute, and it contrasted so harshly with his throbbing, leaking cock.

"Yeah, since none of us wants them to feel bad, we could make them fuck eachother to get even at us and set the universe straight."

"But I'm your-", and it hit him, "Oh!", Adrian smiled, "Amazing idea! My girlfriend", he winked playfully, "would love to fuck your boyfriend to get back at me for fucking you until you start speaking mandarin."

You laughed, he was such an idiot, and you loved it, "That's a deal."

"Oka-"

And his voice died down when your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, directing the erection to your lips. First you gave the tip a little kiss, and, without breaking eye contact, you swallowed him little by little. You would never be able to fit all of him in your mouth, so you used one of your hands to help you with your task. Adrian grabbed your hair so it wouldn't disturb you and he whimpered feeling your tongue pressed under his cock. Your head bobbed with fast movements.

Adrian held the curtains, throwing his head back, "Gandalf help me."

You smiled, taking him out of your mouth to wrest your jaw a bit, your lips sliding through the shaft, wrapping your tongue on it, going up and down. You licked the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock before going down again, getting his balls in your mouth. His hard cock on your face, heave and wet. Your hand focused on pumping his tip while you occupied yourself with his balls, licking and sucking.

Adrian's eyes rolled and, with all his will power, asked you to stop, "Lay on the bed, please", he completed.

You nodded and took a deep breath getting you, obeying him. You observed him approach you, his hard cock bouncing while he was still with his suit on. You would cum so fast, there was no doubt about it.

Adrian kissed you briefly, taking out your pajama shorts. He laid on the bed, between your legs, his nose going down your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses. He looked at your panties and smiled at the wet spot on the light teal fabric.

"You're so wet", he said, softly.

Your back arched when his gloved thumb pressed against your clit over your soaked panties, "Adrian."

You whined when he lifted his hand and stopped touching you, "Who is Adrian?"

"My boyfriend."

"Well… I don't see him here", he teased you.

"It's just that I love him so much that every time I feel horny I can only think about him."

"Really?", he looked so cute, his curly hair all messed up, his glasses still a bit crooked and two knives poking from their holsters on his back.

"Yes", you nodded, "I know you're not him, but I can't help thinking about him."

"You're correct, I'm not him, but you can keep thinking about him, because I'm sure he loves you very much and wants to make you feel really good."

You smiled, caressing his hair, "And I love him too."

He smiled widely and covered your pussy with his mouth. Your back arched and your legs tensed. You still had your panties on, but he wanted to see if you found nice to get liked on your pussy still covered by panties, like he found nice when you liked his lips over his mask. And you found it very, very nice, but it wasn't quite enough. His tongue dipped on the wet fabric, getting it even wetter, liking you. You could feel the pressure of his tongue, but it was just torture, you wanted to feel him.

Before you could ask, Adrian took your panties off, "I can't taste you like this."

And he got back to work, he whimpered with you when he finally licked you without any barriers. You grabbed his hair and pulled, he hugged your thighs to keep you from moving while your hips kept rolling against his tongue.

"Fuck… Adrian… Vigilante…", he squeezed your thighs, his green eyes watching you squirm and moan for him. He always looked so pretty with his face buried in your pussy. With a hazy mind, you took one of his hands and started liking two of his fingers, getting the faux leather wet, Adrian only watched while he kept licking and sucking your clit, "Finger me, please."

He nodded and positioned his fingers in your entrance, his tongue and mouth never stopping their movements. He slipped one finger in first, since it was a bit larger due to the gloves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", you moaned desperately when he started to push the second one in.

You were crushing his fingers with your insides, you felt so good. The idea of being opened up to get fucked by him in his suit hitted your brain, making your moans became a bit lower, less high pitched. Your legs trembled and you cried out for Adrian, one of your hands squeezing his curly locks and the other holding the fingers of his free hand that was on your thigh.

"Fuck", he said out of breath when he moved back a bit. His glasses were foggy and his mouth and chin were completely wet.

"Vigilante, please, fuck me", he licked his lips and nodded, his body to the bedside table, you grabbed his shoulders, stopping him, "No… I wanna be filled with cum, please."

"Fucking shit", he smeed so lost.

You smiled and pulled him for a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips, which made things even hotter. He whimpered when you took his cock in your hand and guided him to your pussy. He was always so sweet, he would go very slow to give you time to get used to his size, even though you have fucked multiple times before. You were desperate for him, but you loved the feeling of every inch of him filling you. Especially at that moment that there was nothing between you too, his skin completely involved by your pussy.

Slowly he started building a pace that was, unfortunately, lost after a few minutes of it. You both kissed each other without a rhythm as well, you just wanted to feel close.

At one point, Adrian pulled away from the kiss, making you pout, "I know", he giggled, and took his gloves off, "I just need to feel your skin on mine", and he pull the zipper of the front of his suit down, revealing his chest stopping close to his bellybutton. You whined, he looked at you and smiled, getting back on top of you, "Really slutty, hm?"

"The sluttiest, baby", you agreed, continuing the desperate kissing.

Adrian kept thrusting, making the bed squeak with his movements. You could feel his hot skin on yours, his chest on your chest. He quickly propped himself on his knees getting your legs around his waist and continued his movements, going even deeper.

"You're so fucking good", he whispered kissing your neck, "You take my cock so good, fuck", you bit his shoulder making him whine, "Fuck, fuck, fuck", he muttered out of his mind, "Shit, fuck, motherfucker, carajo."

"I'm gonna cum, Adrian."

"Me too, angel, please get me all wet."

One of his hands wrapped around your neck and he smiled darkly kissing you. The kiss getting sloppier by the second, your pussy throbbing, squeezing his cock. He whined and moaned, his body trembling while he came inside you. You grabbed his hair with one hand and scratched the back of his neck with the other hand while you came as well, feeling so full of him.

His thrusts began to calm down, both of your breaths were out of pace. Adrian tried to pull out, but you locked him in place with your legs, "Just a little more."

"Anything for you, my strawberry mousse."

You laughed a little trading sweet kissing with him until both your breaths were more paced. Then you finally let him go, he rolled onto the bed and pushed you to his chest, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You were almost sleeping when he started talking, "My tangerine cupcake… I have to tell you something…"

"Yes?", you looked at him and smiled.

"Promise you won't be mad?"

You furrowed your brow, "Of course, what is it?"

He took a deep breath, being really dramatic, closing his eyes for a bit before looking at you, being really serious, "I am Vigilante… for real… that is my real suit…"

And with the most sarcastic voice you could pull out of your body, you answered, "Oh my god! I can't believe it!"

...

i hope you enjoyed, i've been on a writers block for a loooong time, and thanks to adrian chase i'm here again

Maybe it was the tousled hair or the abs peeking out from the robe he was wearing. Maybe it was the amount of alcohol you had consumed last night. You didn’t know exactly what had flipped the switch in your brain, but suddenly, you realized something: Adrian Chase was fucking hot. And he wasn’t even trying to be, which made it so much worse.

When he’d gotten up from the recliner, stretching his body and allowing you to see just how jacked he was, you almost spit your coffee all over Harcourt’s counters.

Sure, you’d seen him shirtless before—you’d patched him up after missions on occasion. So the sight shouldn’t have been a surprise. But context mattered. You weren’t bleeding or running or killing or trying not to die. You were hungover from one of the best evenings you’d had in a while. And you wanted to climb Adrian like a tree.

At one point, he started talking, but you weren’t listening to the words. Your eyes were fixed on him, watching his mouth move and absorbing literally nothing. Adebayo kept him talking, Harcourt kept groaning in annoyance beside you. And you didn’t care about anything. The only thing on your mind was Adrian—how he’d smell, how he’d taste, how his hands would feel on your body.

And then, suddenly, he disappeared, turning and running into another room. The abrupt lack of “hot nerd” in front of you seemed to spur your brain into action. You placed your mug down and turned to face your two friends. You didn’t even think—you just started talking.

“I need you guys to leave.”

“Excuse me?” Harcourt asked in her usual rough manner.

“I need you guys to get out. Find some excuse, go for a fucking walk, I don’t care. Just do something to get out of here.”

You heard someone choking and John’s voice from another room.

“And take Economos with you.”

“Girl, what are you talking about?” Adebayo asked, brows comically furrowed.

“Yeah, what the fuck? You’re trying to kick me out of my own house?”

You took a deep breath. You were going to have to be blunt. That was the only way to get anywhere.

“Okay, fine.” You sighed. “I am going to fuck Adrian. If you’re here to listen or not, I don’t give a fuck. But I am asking you, as a friend—and to protect your precious little brains—to leave so you won’t have to witness this. Because it is going to happen.”

They both stared at you.

“So either find an excuse and get out, or make up an excuse to get me and Adrian out alone. Whatever way works. I just need to fuck him, okay?”

Harcourt’s face seemed to twist into more of a grimace with every word.

“What the actual fuck!”

“Yeahhh, I’m gonna have to agree with Em here. This is all…”

“A lot?”

“Insane is what it is! You’re trying to kick me out to fuck Adrian Chase in my fucking house!”

You turned to face Harcourt, eyes staring into her soul.

“Emilia, you’ve known me for a long time. When do I not get what I want?”

Your words seemed to shift something inside Harcourt, as if they’d created some sort of realization within her. With a defeated sigh, she grabbed her car keys and began moving toward the door. Once she reached it, she turned to look at you.

“Just don’t do it on my bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She let out another defeated sigh.

“Come on, Adebayo. Let’s go.”

Adebayo opened her mouth to say something but, upon seeing both yours and Harcourt’s stares, decided against it. She shook her head in disbelief.

“Economos, get your ass out here—we have to go!” Harcourt screamed.

John tumbled out of the room, tugging on his pants and almost falling over.

“What the fuck is going on? Why are we—”

“Just come on.”

And with that, Harcourt turned to leave, followed by Adebayo, who just shrugged at Economos’ questioning look. You watched them exit, closing the door behind them.

You were alone.

Alone with Adrian Chase.

“You wanna quiz me on—hey, where’d everyone go?”

You contained the smile threatening to spread across your face, turning to look at Adrian with an innocent shrug.

“I don’t know. They had to do something.”

“Oh.” Adrian’s brows furrowed. “And they didn’t need us to go with?”

“Guess not. But hey, I’d rather spend time with you anyway. So, win-win, I guess.”

The smile that spread across Adrian’s face almost brought you down to your knees. It was a genuine, all-teeth-showing grin of pure, unfiltered joy.

“Really? You wanna hang out with me?”

You gave him a look of disbelief.

“Of course I do. You’re like one of the coolest guys I know, Adrian.”

Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration. Sure, Adrian was a cool dude, but you’d worked with people like Rick Flag before. But he was dead now. Actually, a lot of the people you’d worked with before were dead. So maybe it was the truth. Maybe Adrian genuinely was the coolest guy you currently knew. Not that it seemed to matter much to Adrian, who just stared at you with his mouth slightly open.

“I’m the coolest guy you know? Really?”

You nodded.

“Cooler than Chris?” Adrian asked, as if it were impossible to be cooler than Peacemaker.

You gave him a soft smile, moving closer to him.

“So much cooler than Chris.”

“For real?” His eyes widened.

“When have I ever lied to you before, Adrian?”

His brows furrowed as he thought.

“Last week?”

“What? No, I’ve never lied to you.”

“Never?”

“Nope.”

“Not even when you said you wanted to help me organize my top-secret room?”

“Why would I lie about that?”

Adrian shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes people just say ‘okay’ to stuff to get me to stop talking, and then they don’t actually end up doing what they said.”

Your heartstrings tugged at Adrian’s confession. Sure, he could be a lot sometimes. And yeah, he could be genuinely psychotic when he wanted to be. But he was also a sweet guy who just needed some attention from time to time.

The room went quiet for a moment—something that was almost impossible whenever Adrian was around. You bit your lip, gathering every ounce of courage to finally say what had been running through your head since you’d laid eyes on him this morning.

Your gaze lifted from the floor, landing on Adrian’s frame. He was leaning against the wall, eyes fixed on the window, clearly lost in thought.

“Hey, Adrian?”

His head snapped toward you at the sound of your voice.

“Yeah?”

You took a step closer, still leaving just enough space between you.

“Can I tell you something else?”

“Sure!” he answered, eager as always.

You leaned in, close enough that your mouth brushed against the edge of his ear as you whispered:

“You’re not only the coolest guy I know… you’re the one who makes me the horniest.”

For a second, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Then Adrian made a noise—somewhere between a squeak, a gasp, and the sound of a car engine that refused to start. His whole body stiffened, and he blinked at you like you’d just told him Batman was real and also his biological father. And before he could come up with something painfully Adrian-like in response, you leaned in and kissed him.

It was messy. Too fast. His nose bumped yours, and your teeth almost clashed—but then his mouth softened against yours and it didn’t matter. Not even a little.

For one terrifying second you thought he’d pull back, laugh, or say something wildly inappropriate. But Adrian Chase kissed you back like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he’d been waiting for it.

When you finally pulled away for air, his pupils were blown wide, his robe half-off one shoulder. Adrian’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. His brain clearly trying to reboot with no success.

“Oh my God,” he whispered finally, pressing a hand dramatically over his chest like he was about to have a heart attack. “This is—this is the greatest day of my life. No, wait. Second greatest. The first was when I found out there’s an owl that can rotate its head almost a full 270 degrees—BUT THIS IS A VERY CLOSE SECOND.”

You couldn’t help it—you started laughing. Which only seemed to make him more frantic.

“No, no, don’t laugh, I’m taking this super seriously! Like, holy shit—do you wanna—are we about to—oh my God, do you mean sex right now? Because if you do, I should probably brush my teeth real quick. Or—wait—maybe I shouldn’t leave the room because then you might change your mind and—oh my God I’m so hot right now I don’t even know what to do with my hands. I should probably put on music. Unless you want owl noises in the background, because I’ve got an app for that too—”

“Adrian.” You grabbed the front of his robe, tugging him back into you with a firm kiss that shut him up instantly.

This time, the kiss was deeper, hungrier. His surprise melted into enthusiasm almost instantly, and you felt his hands hover awkwardly in the air like he didn’t know where to put them. Finally, they landed—one on your hip, the other clutching your back like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. His grip was strong, desperate in a way that made your whole body buzz. You let him tug you closer to him, his body leaning against the wall as yours pressed against his. 

Adrian was a very good kisser—which came as an unexpected but very welcome surprise. When your tongue traced over his bottom lip, he opened his mouth for you without hesitation. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging softly as your tongues moved together.

You could feel the growing bulge against your thigh as he softly bucked his hips forward. It was almost unconscious, something he probably didn’t even realize he was doing. But it was so fucking hot. He was so fucking hot. Even that little action was enough to make you spiral.

You pulled back to breathe, much to your own dismay, chest heaving as you stared down at Adrian. His breathing was ragged, his eyes glassy with disbelief.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “I’m making out. I’m actually making out. With you.”

You smirked, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You sound shocked.”

“I am shocked! You’re, like, way out of my league. You should be kissing—I don’t know—some sexy assassin or a rockstar or—”

You shut him up with another kiss, biting at his bottom lip just enough to make him whimper. Pulling back just enough to speak, you murmured:

“If you’re shocked just by kissing me… just wait until I’m naked.”

The sound that escaped Adrian’s lips was like nothing you’d ever heard from him before. And you’d watched him get tortured—twice. But this wasn’t a sound of pain. It was a noise of pure, desperate need.

As if to confirm it, Adrian crashed his lips back onto yours. His robe slipped down his shoulders, revealing more of his skin to you. Before you could even think about it, your hand shot up, nails digging into his shoulder as his tongue roamed your mouth.

Adrian kissed like a man starved. Every brush of your lips seemed to unravel him, to the point where he was practically stumbling into you, body heat pressing harder against your own.

You tugged at his robe, trying to pull it further off his shoulders, but the idiot somehow managed to get tangled in it. He fumbled with the sleeve, nearly smacking himself in the face before you grabbed his wrist and laughed into his mouth.

“Couch,” you whispered, tugging him backward.

Adrian tripped once, twice, before finally collapsing onto the couch with you half on top of him. The robe fell completely open, baring his chest, his abs, his everything—and holy fuck, he was so much more ripped than you’d ever let yourself fully process when patching him up before.

You straddled his lap, and the sound he made when you did could only be described as filthy. His hands hovered awkwardly at your hips like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch.

“Adrian,” you murmured, grinding down against him deliberately, “you can touch me.”

His fingers dug into your waist immediately, grip almost bruising as he bucked up beneath you. “Oh my God—holy shit—are you serious? This is like—like—” He groaned when you kissed down his throat, cutting himself off. “—like every fantasy I’ve ever had but way hotter because it’s actually happening.”

You smirked against his skin, teeth grazing over his pulse point, and felt his cock twitch against you, hard and straining against thin fabric. You reached between you, palming him through his pants, and Adrian’s head fell back against the couch with a strangled, breathless noise that made heat curl low in your stomach.

“Fuck—” he gasped. “You—oh my God, you’re—holy shit.”

You tugged his pants down just enough to free him, and his cock sprang out, thick and flushed, precum already slicking the tip. His robe had slipped completely open now, leaving him sprawled, desperate, and gorgeous beneath you.

You pumped him slowly, deliberately, and Adrian let out the loudest, most obscene moan you’d ever heard from him. His eyes squeezed shut, his hips thrusting up helplessly into your fist.

“Please,” he gasped, voice breaking. “Please, I need—fuck, I need you so bad, I don’t even care if it’s quick, just—please—”

You leaned down, kissing him again, swallowing his pathetic little whines as you positioned yourself over him. You tugged your underwear to the side, just enough to line yourself up. With one slow push, you sank down onto him, stretching around his cock inch by inch until you were full, until your thighs pressed flush against his.

Adrian’s whole body went rigid. His nails dug into your hips, his mouth falling open in a silent cry before sound finally ripped out of him.

“Oh my fucking GOD.” His voice cracked. “I’m inside you. I’m actually inside you. Holy shit, I’m gonna die, this is it, I’m dying—”

You rolled your hips and cut off his rant with a sharp moan of your own. His grip tightened, and when you started moving, his head thumped back against the couch, eyes wide with awe and desperation.

“Fuck—don’t stop,” he begged, breathless. “Please don’t ever stop.”

It was getting too hot in here. Between Adrian’s pants and your desperate breaths, you felt like your body was boiling. You stopped moving against him, hands gripping the edge of your shirt and tugging. Your breasts broke free, and you finally felt like you could breathe properly again.

Adrian, on the other hand, seemed worse than ever. His eyes went wide—cartoon-wide—and his jaw literally dropped.

“No—no, no, no—holy shit!” he gasped, voice cracking as his hands flew to your bare chest before hesitating and pulling back with a strangled groan. “Oh my God, you’re—holy fuck, you’re—stop, I can’t—oh Jesus Christ!”

He bucked hard into you, completely losing control of his hips, and you gasped at the intensity of it. Every thrust was desperate, sloppy, utterly unrestrained. You grabbed his hands, tugging them up to cup your breasts as you continued to bounce on his cock.

“I can’t—fuck, I can’t believe this is happening!” he groaned, voice ragged. “You’re—fuck, you’re too much! You’re—oh God—”

His fingers moved over your nipples, soft and teasing, and you let out a moan at the feel of his hands against you. Adrian writhed inside you at the sensation, mouth opening wider as he continued to pant beneath you.

You leaned forward, pressing your chest against him, grinding slowly as his hands tightened on your breasts. The feel of him inside you—hard, hot, desperate—made your body hum with need. His ragged breaths were loud in your ear, punctuated by incoherent moans that made your core clench around him. His noises filled the room, a mix of desperation and pleasure that made your own thighs quake. 

“Fuck… fuck… you’re amazing,” he gasped, hips jerking up into you. “I—I can’t… oh God, I’m gonna—”

You bit at his shoulder, laughing breathlessly. “You gonna let me help you finish, Adrian?”

His hands shot down to your hips, gripping like he might never let go. “Yes! Yes! Oh holy shit, yes!”

You leaned back up, placing your hands on his chest for better leverage. You rolled your hips harder, letting the friction and the tight, needy pressure drive both of you higher. His groans turned into shouts, incoherent, frantic, and utterly needy. 

“Please—fuck, yes—don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” he begged, head falling back against the couch with an almost panicked intensity. Every thrust was frantic, messy, and so far from controlled it was borderline chaotic—and you were loving every second of it.

His cock twitched inside you, thick and hot, and you knew he was close. His hands roamed, clutched, squeezed, and you guided them back to your breasts, moaning as his fingers teased relentlessly. His shouts grew louder, faster, and then with a strangled groan and a shudder that shook him from head to toe, he came, spilling deep inside you.

Your body followed almost instantly, heat coiling tight as you rode out your own release, gripping him, grinding down, and letting every tremor and moan escape. His head fell back against the couch, breathless and panting, while you collapsed against him, chest to chest, sharing ragged, sweaty breaths.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Only the sound of your heartbeats and his heavy breathing filled the room.

Finally, Adrian cracked a shaky laugh, burying his face in your neck. “Holy… holy shit. That was… fucking insane.”

You smirked against his hair, brushing a hand over his chest. 

“I—god, I didn’t think…” His voice trailed off, disbelief and awe still mixing in every word. “I didn’t think I could… that… wow. You’re—”

You kissed the top of his head, smiling. “Yeah, I know.”

You settled back against his chest, allowing yourself to memorize the feeling of his skin against yours and how his scent surrounded you. His cock softened inside you, but neither of you moved—far too blissed out to care about anything other than remaining in each other’s arms.

You let out a sigh, moving to rest your chin against his chest so you could look at his face. He was unusually quiet.

“Hey, Adrian?”

“Yeah?”

“I actually did lie to you about something.”

His eyes widened, his focus snapping entirely to you. “Wait—what? You lied? About what?!”

“About this morning,” you admitted, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “I made Harcourt leave with the others so I could be alone with you. So we could… you know.”

Adrian blinked. Then blinked again. Then his jaw literally dropped. “You—what—are you serious?!”

“Oh, I’m serious,” you said, leaning down to kiss him again, soft this time, full of satisfaction. “And honestly? Totally worth it.”

He groaned, burying his face back in your neck, one arm wrapping tightly around you. “You are so ridiculous… and perfect… and I can’t believe this is real.”

You laughed softly, running your hands through his messy hair. “Believe it, Adrian. You’re stuck with me now.”

“The other night,” His smile would grow on his face immediately when he turned his head to you, “How could I resist? Look at you Baby, you’re glistening.” Adrian groaned, man spreading further on your couch as he shows off the photo of you. Legs spread, his pearly white cum leaking out of you and onto the fingers he used to spread your lips for the camera.

“And did I say you could take that photo?”

His head snaps back to you at your words, his mouth agape in genuine confusion. His brows so adorably furrowed while he spoke, “You didn’t say I couldn’t take this photo.”

“Well you had literally fucked my brains out right before.” You’d laugh, falling onto the couch beside him.

“Not literally Baby.” Adrian corrected with a giggle, expertly trying to change the subject while still staring at his screen, still open, on full brightness with the indecent photo of you on display.

“What if someone saw it like that time Ads-“

“I thought of that actually!!” His voice squeaked in excitement as he zoomed out all the way, “See, it’s fine Babygirl you can’t see your face at all.”

A toothy smile spread across your face at his words, your hand finding his curls to play with them as his bulge slowly grows more and more noticeable in his pants. “Good job Adrian, what other photos like that do you have?”

“Oh I have a ton. Wanna see em all?” He bounced with excitement at your question, quickly scrolling to show you more while you scooted closer to him.

adrian - can you send me a pic of ur tits? i miss them soooo bad u have no idea

adrian - are u ready to sit on this tonite? *dick pic attachment*

adrian - some peach showtime and ur pussy sounds sooo fucking good rn

adrian - ades bought me a pineapple smoothie for breakfast and istg it tasted just like u!!!!

bf!adrian whose phone background is a candid picture of you he took before you'd even started dating. sometimes the other members of the crew catch him sitting in silence and just staring at it, periodically tapping at the screen to keep it from turning off rather than looking at the picture on his camera roll.

bf!adrian who literally invites you over every other day so you can watch him play with his nintendo on the floor of his secret room. he'll buy your favorite gummies, but other than that, he really just expects you to sit there and watch him (but he'll usually give you really good head after he gets bored of the game).

bf!adrian who always tries to sneak you past his mom whenever you come over despite your insistence on saying hi and hanging with her a bit. he always gets scolded by you after the fact, leading to a grumbling agreement from him to have dinner with her one of these days.

bf!adrian who at first suggested a threesome with his bff peacemaker so you could get to know his other favorite person but immediately retracted when he realized that meant he'd literally have to share you, which at first made him sad, then annoyed at himself for even suggesting it.

bf!adrian who's driving the 11th street kids fucking insane with how often he brings you up in completely unrelated situations. john bought a burger? oh, that's your favorite restaurant in town! harcourt wore a pair of boots similar to yours? his gf has the exact same ones (but they look better on her :/)!! leota accidentally showed the group another nude? well, guess who sends adrian nudes aaaaall the time!!

bf!adrian who gets all petulant and annoying whenever you take a shower without him, literally guilting you into showering for a second time that day just so you could go in there and wash his hair for him (while he soaps up your boobs).

bf!adrian who hasn't quite grasped the concept of not sharing overly intimate details about your sex life whenever he talks to peacemaker (or anyone who will listen), making you flush any time you're in the room while he overshares.

now you’re here, legs spread open on the bed with the hoodie pushed up to your ribs, and the beautiful face of your boyfriend buried right between your legs.

“adrian, fuck baby—“, your voice whimpered as his tongue slid over your core. it was frantic and quick, much like his mouth on any other occasion. he was savoring every damn inch of you, making sure he left no spot uncharted. he groaned against you, causing waves of vibrations. he hadn’t even bothered to put his glasses on as the desire to taste you clouded his mind. his hair was a mess from the amount of times you’d gripped at the locks, pulling him closer or giving him a swift tug. you’d made him a wreck without even touching him.

“mmm, fuck, you taste so goddamn perfect,” he babbled against you, the words muffled from how close he was to your clit. he pulled back just the slightest bit to look up at you. the shine of your slick covered his mouth and chin, and he licked his lips before speaking. “i could do this forever baby, you don’t get it. i need it.”

you tried to catch your breath as he spoke, but you lost it again as he dove back down, tongue immediately working relentlessly against you. it felt like desperation, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to savor you for as long as he could or if he wanted to devour you whole.

“please, it’s too much, adrian,” you gasped when your thighs started to shake and you tried to push his head away from you, but to no avail.

he growled at the whines of pleasure and overstimulation, determined to get as much of your release out of you as he could. his fingers pressed deeper into your hips as he pulled you down a little more, closing the gap to hook your legs over his shoulders. he shook his head as he licked, mouth locked onto you. like a dog that refused to let go of its favorite toy.

“mm-mmm, i’m not stopping.” you could feel his lips ghost over you with each word— his tone was rough and lust driven. your head sunk farther back into the pillow when his mouth connected back to your cunt, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm hit fast. your cries of pleasure were drowned out to him, all he focused on was the sweet wet clicking of your soaked core, and delicious taste of the release you offered up to him. his tongue lapped at you without skipping a beat, and you were nearly done in.

“i— i can’t, please, adrian.. baby-", both of your hands now fisted his hair, your mind trying to tug him away but your body betrayed you, with your hips trying to jerk up even more onto his mouth. a needy grown came from adrian as his hips rutted into the mattress. tasting you alone could get him off. he found just as much pleasure in the taste of your pussy as he did being sunken into it, buried to the hilt as the tight warmth clenched against his cock, holding on like your body need him more than life itself.

“yes you can. one more.. you’ll give me one more.” your thighs started quivering yet again as they tightened against his head, that familiar overwhelming sensation creeping up quick. your body arched off the bed as the climax rushed over you. now you sobbed his name, voice raw and breathless. but he didn’t stop. he couldn’t.

as yet another orgasm night ripped through, you felt your body begin to go limp. your breaths were shuddering out, and every time you tried to speak, the words came out hoarse. and adrian still clung to you— licking, sucking, and moaning against your overstimulated core like he was drunk off your taste.

and when he finally pulled away, his mouth was swollen, and his nose, lips, and chin were all glistening against the light of the room from the spit and slick he’d been devouring. his pupils were wide as he looked up at you— like you were the best meal he’d ever had, and he worshipped it for the divine taste that fulfilled him. because you were.

a soft almost missable moan escaped adrian as he licked his bottom lip. “nope, never gonna get tired of this. could spend the rest of my life right here. might just do that.”

you would’ve given him a slight laugh at that, had your body recovered from the pleasure. instead, your chest was still rising and falling in shaky breaths as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

and still, adrian kissed your inner thigh softly, inching closer and closer to your core, his nose brushing against where he loved to be most. he muttered quietly, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud: