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lysenfeu · 10 months

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It's His Birthday

It's His Birthday

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.7k

Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader

Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.

Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)

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A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!

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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.

Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.

You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.

"Hey, can we open up a tab?"

You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.

"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."

The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.

"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"

"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.

"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."

You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.

"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"

Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."

You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.

"There you go! I hope he likes it."

Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.

"He's gonna love it, thanks."

You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.

You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.

The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.

When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.

"Another round of beers for you guys?"

He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"

Chris nodded.

"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.

You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.

"Hi."

You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.

"Hi."

He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."

You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.

"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"

A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.

"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"

You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.

"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.

The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"I…um."

He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."

You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.

"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."

You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.

"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."

You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.

You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.

"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."

The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"

He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"

"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."

"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.

"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.

"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.

"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.

"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."

Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"

"Yeah, him."

You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.

You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.

"Hey!"

You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"

He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"

"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.

"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.

"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.

"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.

"I was trying to ask her to join us."

"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."

Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"

You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."

His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."

As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.

"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."

You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.

Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"

"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"

"Does that mean you can drink with me?"

"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.

"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.

You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.

"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."

You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.

You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.

Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.

"Uh, thanks?"

The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.

"What are these?"

You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."

The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.

"Did you have a good night?"

He grinned at you. "I had a great night."

You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.

"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.

He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.

You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.

"Do you…also live this way?"

He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."

"What? Why not?"

He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."

"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.

"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.

"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.

"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.

"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"

"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"

You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.

"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."

"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.

It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.

You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.

You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.

You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?

"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."

"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.

You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.

You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…

Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.

He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.

"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.

"Yeah?"

"Would…you like to come upstairs?"

He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.

"Do you want me to come upstairs?"

You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."

He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.

"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.

You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.

He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.

You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.

"Come on!"

You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.

The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.

"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.

You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.

"Oh god, yes."

He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.

"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.

You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.

You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.

You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.

"Your turn."

"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.

"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.

You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.

"Do you work out a lot or something?"

He laughed at your stunned comment.

"Something like that, yeah."

You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.

His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.

He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.

Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.

"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.

The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.

"Really? Anything?"

You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"

"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.

You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.

"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."

He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.

"Can you sit on my face? …please."

A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.

"That's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.

"I'm in. How do you want me?"

His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.

"Come here and grab onto the headboard."

A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.

"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.

As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.

You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.

"Right there, oh god ."

You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.

You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.

"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."

He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."

"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.

You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.

You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.

You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.

The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.

Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.

You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.

You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.

You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.

You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.

You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.

His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.

"Hey."

You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.

"Hey."

" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.

"Round two already? I'm impressed."

He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.

You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.

He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.

"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.

You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.

"Yes."

He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.

You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.

Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.

"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."

"Oh, fuck."

The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.

A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.

Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.

"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.

"Happy Birthday."

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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~

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training4theapocalypse · 9 months

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Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too. (Based on this ask by anon)

A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.

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The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer you’ll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.

It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.

Because you’ll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.

There’s a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens you’re face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses.

“Are you the PI?”

If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.

You nod. “TechConomos?”

“Call me John. Come inside - the team’s all here.”

You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office.

“This is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.” He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. “And these guys-”

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and it’s like a knife in your gut when you see him.

Vigilante.

“Ugh, fuck! It hurts to walk!” Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.

Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. It’s not his usual MO - normally he’d be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?

There’s a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground.

That explains Vigilante’s involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante?

You close your eyes and groan. “You didn’t tell me you were working with them.”

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic.

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn.

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution?

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut.

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!”

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy.

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file.

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder.

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present.

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.”

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too.

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.”

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.”

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out.

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal.

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.”

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.”

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it.

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job.

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous.

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments.

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look.

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours.

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass.

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently.

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly.

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver.

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to.

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it.

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then.

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing.

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum.

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size.

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light.

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him.

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

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krtsvig · 5 months

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he kisses you and eats you out like he is a starved man i’m sure of it

need to stop staying up till 5:30 in the morning bc when it hits 4am i think these things

#i need him carnally #peacemaker #adrian chase #freddie stroma #adrian chase x reader #smut #adrian chase smut #oh lord #h word for him #i miss him

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busylickingsatansballs · 1 month

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Three's a crowd

Adrian chase x reader slight Rick Flag x reader

Warnings: slightly smutty, swearing, stalking, voyeurism and I think that's it if there's anything else lmk.

Summary: Adrian's a stalker but maybe this time it's not completely unwanted.

A/N: I had a dream about this.

Where are you? We need to talk. Come to your place now.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Why the hell was he at your place? He’s not your boyfriend he had no right to order you about. Sure he was handsome tall, dark, conventionally attractive it was his personality that ruined it. Always wanting to be in your space, wanting to team up for missions. it was too much. You’d teamed with leota as much as you could which is why you’d grown so close. It was a little awkward at first given who your dad was but that soon melted away when she realised you were nothing like him.

Your shoulders tensed and your stomach twisted, how the hell those four little words had the power to bring every bad thing you’ve ever done flashing before your eyes you’d never understand. You weren’t a bad person, maybe a tad morally grey sometimes but that was to be expected being peacemakers little sister. Sometimes you had to make the hard choices because Chris just couldn’t.

You glance over at him on instinct laughing loudly as he not so subtly flexed leaning closer to Harcourt desperately trying to impress, she seemed more open to it than she did when the team first got together. She wore a relaxed smile and that black shirt that Chris said made her tits look ‘Stellar’ Adrian couldn’t make it busy patrolling, he’d been doing that a lot lately.

Your stomach flutters as an image of him in his vigilante costume comes to life especially his ass, God he was gifted.

And you were being a pervert.

You flex your fingers, eyes drinking in the room. As you down the rest of your drink chasing away all thoughts of Adrian as you type a quick ‘what’s up’ back to Rick. There was no point in but you asked anyway he was a face to face guy liked to watch your reaction before you had chance to rehearse it. Leota notices you picking up your jacket “leaving already?”

“got people to see places to be” you retort fingers tight around the now empty glass.

She cocks a brow “and what people might they be” she sasses playfully. you gesture to your phone spinning it round so she can read across the table.

“Y/Ns in trouble ” she sings but it’s lost to the noise of the bar.

“grow up, think you’ll survive without me?” leaning back in her seat she cocks her head towards the others.

“hell yeah, Chris has been putting the moves on Harcourt all night and I want to see what happens. Good luck. ”

Shrugging on your jacket you throw your arms around Leota in a tight hug she easily returns with an enthusiasm you could only blame on the booze you’d both knocked back. “thank you. See you all later” you call to the others with a tight smile, you don’t wait for them to reply as your already spinning on your heels and rushing out the bar on your way home.

It’s quiet when you make it to your apartment block, has it always been this quiet or were you just paranoid?

You sway still slightly drunk regretting not calling an uber. You pull out your keys letting yourself into the lobby passing the night security you give him a nod of acknowledgement as you head straight for the elevator. Nerves kicking in as you punch in the number for your floor, your fingers tingle as you press your fingers flat against your palms, bouncing on your feet trying to ease your anxiety you realise Rick never messaged you back.

You squint at the brightness of the lights as you make your way down the hallway to your door, your ears pick up what you think is faint arguing, which you brush off as your neighbours until you realise the closer you get to your door the louder it is. Rick never mentioned bringing anybody with him, your skin prickles as you reach the end of the long hallway putting your hand against the door as it squeaks noisily you realise it’s slightly open which in your slightly tipsy state you’d overlooked. You push it all the way surprised to find Adrian on one side of the room clad in full vigilante costume aside mask and Rick on the other in army pants and an almost too tight ridiculously orange shirt.

“what the fuck is going on?” both men’s gazes snap to you and for the first time all night Adrian thinks he might faint. Rick was a sneaky bastard, Adrian wishes he’d shot him as soon as he’d caught him snooping through your apartment. It was harmless of course Adrian wasn’t a creep, no he was a concerned friend who just happened to be passing by who had to make sure your apartment was secure.

And jerk off to your underwear, Okay so he was a pervert. Sue him, he couldn’t help it. You made him feel hot, dizzy to the point it was a miracle he could look you in the face at times.

His skin was melting he was sure of it, his suit felt tighter, almost fused to his skin. Rick shifts slightly out of the corner of his eye and his gaze snaps back almost as if he’d forgotten he was there.

“I can explain” he begs, literally begs hands clasping in front of him as he pleads for you to understand with his eyes. You’re not sure you do but you could never be mad at him.

He was your friend, a fiercely loyal one at that. Whatever was happening you were sure it was a misunderstanding.

“like hell you can, you’re a pervert.” Rick snarls.

You shoot Rick a look “don’t call him that.” he looks taken aback.

“he’s a sicko Y/N” Rick doesn’t let up before turning to Adrian. “I know exactly what you are, I know that you’ve been watching her that’s why I followed you. I fucking knew I’d catch you eventually.” Rick looks triumphant, smug and it bothered you to no end.

Who asked him to get involved, yes Adrian could be a bit much at times but you always found his enthusiasm sweet. There was something sexy about a man who wasn’t afraid to show he cared that you just couldn’t get enough of.

And now you’re all just awkwardly stood there in what appears to be the worst Mexican stand off ever. Rick’s staring holes through Adrian, Adrian’s looking between you both as you debate whether it’s worth having that bottle of red you’d been saving for a special occasion.

You need to de-escalate this and fast, Rick looks more ready to jump across the room as time goes on and the last thing you needed was another noise complaint.

“look I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation to why he’s here” moving the hair stuck to the back of your neck you roll your shoulders.

That was a lie.

“bullshit” Rick snaps “I see the way he looks at you, following you like some puppy and he’s just always right fucking there Y/N open your eyes.”

Adrian stiffens he really didn’t think he was that obvious thought he was playing it cool.

“why does that bother you so much? Maybe I don’t mind it” both men stare at you and you wish you’d gone for that bottle.

“It is late I need to shower and go to sleep, I don’t have the energy for this right now. We can talk about this later. But for now you need to go.” You point to the door and wait.

Rick’s face is less than pleased but he knows when he’s lost. He walks past you murmuring about how this was the last time he tried to help, shoulder brushing against yours slamming the door behind him.

Adrian moves to the window probably to go out the same way he got in “not you” you snap.

He balks stopping short hands dropping from the window.

Maybe he could run for it.

“so” you start after a few seconds of awkward silence.

The air is tense, you feel hot thinking of him watching you but maybe that’s the alcohol in your blood.

Adrian straightens up half expecting you to tell him what an utter fucking creep he was. “what are you doing in my apartment?” you try to meet his gaze which he drags lazily around the room.

“was checking that your apartment was secure” even he doesn’t believe that lie.

You snort god he was such a bad liar.

Making your way across your apartment throwing your phone down on the kitchen counter before turning and leaning against it in a way that draws his attention down to your chest making his cock twitch.

You don’t miss the way he shifts to arrange his pants.

You find Adrian closer than before but not as close as you’d like. Like he was still debating leaving.

You don’t want him to.

What the hell wrong with you? He’d broken into your home and let’s face it was probably stalking you.

And you wanted him closer.

“do you break into all your friends apartments?” you pull yourself up to sit on the counter legs swinging childishly.

Adrian drinks in your relaxed state, It almost seems you like this, almost.

I mean what was he supposed to say to that?

Hi yes I’m stalking you, I’m so in love with you I stand on the roof opposite your building, jerking off, watching you because you never close your fucking curtains. And if you don’t close them you must like it a little bit. I stole your underwear, lay on your bed when you’re not home just to be surrounded by your scent.

You drive him insane.

No that was too much you’d definitely tell him to get out and he already feels like the ground he’s treading on is fragile.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen. I like watching you.” And from anyone else that could be so innocent but with the way he’s looking at you, you know it’s anything but.

You fix him with a look but his gaze doesn’t falter doesn’t break under your own.

“so you’re a pervert then” his eyes flash and heat floods straight to your core.

This was dangerous but he was past caring.

“yeah - yeah I’m a pervert” his voice strains, Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, your eyes follow the movement.

“I don’t mind you watching me” he steps closer. This couldn’t be real.

You slide from the counter to move closer

“yeah?” he was going to explode.

“I still need to shower” hoping he gets the hint, he does.

“I could join you.”

“It would save water, good for the environment.” He agrees wordlessly his eyes don’t leave yours, you both stand there desire swirling making the air hot.

You drop your gaze to the floor.

Your hair is damp stuck to your face, Adrian reaches to push the stray hairs back into place.

Then reaches slowly behind you to cradle your head, you tilt it up to look at him.

And you just can’t fucking take it anymore.

Pulling him in lips meeting in a less than graceful manner all teeth and tongue as he presses you back into the counter, hand turning to fist your hair. Your cunt pulses between your thighs as his fingers dig into your skin lifting you effortlessly, you hold on locking your legs around his waist.

Your back meets the wall, his hips roll against yours making you see stars. And it’s the first time you’ve really felt him and my god was he gifted.

You pull back as soon as air becomes a requirement taking in a gulp, as his lips move down your neck to your collar bone creating a blazing trail, his teeth graze your soft skin making you shiver.

Like he wants to bite but doesn’t.

“Shower.” You pant, wordlessly he carries you to where your bathroom is and you want to ask him how he knows but remember that’s a stupid question.

Of course he knows.

Yeah, you were definitely getting a noise complaint.

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pretendfan · 4 months

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Adrian Chase x F! Reader

{a/n Christmas 2022 this idea was first thought of but shelved because there just wasn’t the time to start it. Until now because the Adrian thirst is once again making me feral for this lil guy, and the need to write something was too strong to ignore. So here it is, a vague idea that I’ve let take the lead so this story goes where it wants to go…you have been warned🤣Merry Christmas!}

*Huge thanks to @powerfultenderness for guiding me through this, you are on the good list♥️*

*Takes place after show, characters all established and in this world Vig still has his parents*

~Three POV’s and a whole lot of secrets are poured into this holiday story, which is clearly spiked with festive cheer and definitely shouldn’t be read whilst driving, this is a tasty Christmas treat that you definitely don’t want to miss!~

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

{WARNING: 18 PLUS/ swearing, blatant disregard for the holiday season, lots of smut, p in v, oral sex, doggy style, under a Christmas tree, flirting and teasing, tis the season for cheesiness, ambiguous ending}

#adrian chase x reader #christmas fanfiction #adrian chase #vigilante #freddie stroma #peacemaker #adrian chase is a babe #christopher smith #11th street kids #freddie stroma is too powerful #cheesy and fluffy #smut happens #tis the season #here it is #i’m done

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frankiethedarkangel · 9 months

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Guys…. I met Freddie!!!! He’s such a sweetheart <3

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training4theapocalypse-backup · 1 year

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On Her Majesty’s Supersonic Service (Adrian Chase x Reader) Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Bird after Reading

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Romance, Praise, Descriptions of murder, Descriptions of violence, Phone sex, Send noodz, FaceTime sex.

Summary: On a rare night off after the Glan Tai massacre, Vigilante gets your phone number from the 11th Steet Kids group chat and talks you through some things.

A/N: He is being really, really sweet to Birdie and she can’t help but be charmed by him. My heart :(

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Last night did not go to plan.

Still, the sound of pleasant chit-chat hums through the air as everyone loads up the van to make the two-hour journey back to Evergreen. The team is in good spirits on this bright summer morning after a successful mission. Everyone except you. You just want to curl into a ball and die.

After clearing up last night’s misunderstanding you practically ran back to your tent to hide in shame. Adrian called after you “Wait! So we’re not even gonna cuddle?” but you couldn’t even bring yourself to turn around and acknowledge his wounded voice with a glance.

It was only when you were nestled back into your own sleeping bag that you noticed your lip was cut and bleeding from when you hastily removed the duct tape to use your sonic scream.

This morning, however, you’re kind of surprised to find that Vigilante has a spring in his step already. “Good morning!” he beams cheerily, leaning against the van as you and Chris are the last to haul your duffel bags and packed tents over to the vehicle.

“Woah, what happened to your lip?” asks Economos. You give a small dismissive shake of your head and glance at Vigilante.

“Hey- let me get those for you.” says Vigilante. Chin in the air, you stride past him and load the bags yourself. You can’t accept special treatment from him after last night.

Not any more special treatment anyway.

“Thanks, Vij,” says Chris, tossing his bag into Vigilante’s outstretched arms.

“Aw, man!” He pouts after you.

You brace yourself for confrontation as your steel-toed boots continue to stomp over to where Harcourt and Adebayo are discussing next steps. You wait for them to finish, back straight, eyes ahead, hands folded behind you.

They look up from the iPad. The mischievous glint in Adebayo’s eyes and the smirk on Harcourt’s face tells you that Adebayo has been briefed on the mistaken attempt to rescue you last night.

"At ease, soldier. Or should I say 'damsel in distress'?" teases Harcourt.

“What was Vigilante going to do, Blackbird? Tie you to the railway like an old-time cartoon villain?” Adebayo adds with a laugh.

The brutal intelligence officer training you’ve endured enables you to remain composed and you stand tall preparing to explain yourself, despite the dread stirring in the pit of your stomach. As neither of them knows sign language you pull out your phone, quickly type a message on your notes app and hold up the screen

‘I apologise for acting unprofessionally last night.’

Harcourt pulls a face, deciding how to proceed. She really should reprimand you for indiscreetly fraternising with a colleague. But you’ve noticed the way her gaze lingers on Chris Smith lately and you wonder if that’s why she’s choosing not to jump down your throat.

Adebayo beats her to the punch “Listen Blackbird, we’re only giving you shit because we’re your friends.”

“Yeah but if Smith or any of those fuckers,” Harcourt points at the rest of the team beside the van “If they have anything to say about last night, we’ll tell them to go fuck themselves.”

Well. That was very unexpected. And, despite yourself, your shoulders loosen slightly as you feel a rush of gratitude for the pair sweep through you. You have respect for both of your colleagues but you didn’t think that they’d consider you to be friends. Let alone friends who would back you up if the rest of the team gave you a hard time. You type on your phone again.

‘It won't happen again’

They read your screen and then share perplexed glances.

“I get it, I mean, even if I was straight I definitely wouldn’t have sex with either of the roided-up himbo lunatics on this team… would you?” Adebayo asks Harcourt.

Harcourt hesitates.

“I don’t know. Peacemaker is mostly a piece of shit. But I guess he’s kind of handsome?”

They laugh and you allow yourself a small smile. Harcourt hates that she’s interested in Chris even more than you hate that you might feel a tiny bit of attraction to Vigilante. Your turn to look at the rest of the group and catch Vigilante staring over at you, clearly interested by the giggling.

“All I’m saying is- it couldn’t be me. Remember, Vigilante is kind of fucked up. I heard he murdered people for doing graffiti for crying out loud!”

You consider this. Adebayo is right but then again, you’re no beacon of morality. Peacemaker isn’t the only one on this team who’s done unspeakable things on behalf of a government agency. A government agency that now hates you and sent you on this mission as a punishment for your misdeeds. So what if Vigilante kills people on his own accord?

“Don’t dwell on last night. It’ll only distract you from the mission,” says Harcourt “It’s not even the most embarrassing thing that’s happened so far. Remember when Adebayo showed everyone that picture of her vulva?”

“Hey!” Adebayo hits her arm with the iPad. “It’s a risk you gotta be willing to take for amazing phone sex.”

“Listen, all of us can see that you and Vigilante work well together in the field. Maybe it’d be the same outside of work? You could teach him about sarcasm… he could teach you to be less serious.”

This is rich coming from her, who insisted you all referred to her only as Agent Harcourt until literally yesterday.

Adebayo echoes your thoughts “Coming from you?!”

“Serious like in a sad, solemn kind of way,” she explains with a pitying look “If anyone needs cheering up it’s Blackbird. No offence.” She adds.

None taken. Losing your voice has made you simply recede into yourself with despondency. You look over at Vigilante who gives you an enthusiastic wave. You feel guilty for ignoring his offer of helping you with your bags. Maybe spending more time with that maniac will do you some good.

“Just be careful.” Adebayo shifts uncomfortably as she watches Peacemaker and Vigilante roaring with laughter at Economos gesturing like he’s wielding a chainsaw, regaling the story of yesterday's mission.

After finding out that Murn wants a briefing of yesterday's events, the three of you walk back to the van. Vigilante extends a gloved hand to help you up into the back. You hesitate for a beat too long but he keeps his hand out all the same. You grab it, allowing him to pull you in.

You perch on the seat next to him and when the doors close and Economos starts driving, he removes his mask.

Ugh, he’s even more handsome in the daylight.

“Y’know Blackbird, you’re the only one who hasn’t removed your mask yet,” says Chris, removing his helmet. “You saw Vij last night, which means we all know each other’s faces now.”

Oh. Your domino mask - issued together with your suit- covers from your eyebrows to your cheekbones. You’re supposed to wear it on missions to conceal your face from both CCTV and civilians. You shrug and remove the mask, unpeeling it from your face- your life is in London so it’s not as if you have a secret identity here to worry about.

“Wow,” remarks Adebayo “You look exactly the same.”

The van erupts in laughter and you smile reluctantly.

“Nuh-uh, we know she has eyebrows now!” says Adrian. “I’m glad you have eyebrows by the way,” he adds quietly to you.

The good spirits continue as you speed along the highway- ugh, motorway, you take a mental note to eradicate the Americanisms you’ve picked up on this trip from your vocabulary. The team plays music and bonds over their shared love of Glam Metal. It’s not really your thing but you enjoy just being amongst the camaraderie.

This time yesterday you had all been at each other's throats. But apparently almost being beaten to death by a giant gorilla controlled by a butterfly was just one of those things that you can’t go through without becoming friends afterwards.

Adrian’s gaze lingers on you for longer than usual. Your eyes meet his but he doesn’t look away, embarrassed, as most people would if caught staring. He studies you blatantly and then leans in to whisper in your ear. The sudden intimate closeness takes you by surprise. You’re acutely aware of his knee pressing against your own and you catch another whiff of his bergamot and bonfire smoke scent.

“You’re even prettier without the mask.” Adrian whispers into your ear and the warm vibrations of his breath make the hairs on your neck stand up pleasantly.

You see Harcourt and Chris watching you interestedly from across the van so you give a pronounced roll of your eyes at his remark. “And I can see you rolling your eyes at me even better now!” he adds earnestly.

The van hurtles its way towards Evergreen and Harcourt takes out her phone to snap a picture of you all. You listen to them reminisce about concerts while Adrian tries and fails to include you in the conversation. Chris suggests he asks you ‘Yes or No’ questions and he fails miserably.

“What’s your favourite band?” You raise an eyebrow as Chris berates him.

“She’s British so I know she prefers The Spice Girls to Motley Crue!” exclaims Adrian “Right?” You nod and he beams.

A while later you pull up to the video shop. You listen as the team debriefs Murn on what happened in the factory. “This is good work,” he says, nodding at the equipment on the desk. “We're gonna need to sort through this but that can wait until tomorrow. You all have earned a rest.”

Adebayo raises a fist in celebration and you all file out towards the car park, laughing and joking. You and Adrian fall behind the rest of the group. “You know I really wish Economos had passed me the chainsaw. I’ve always wanted to kill someone with one.”

You give a small nod but your agreement is actually sincere - it would have been kind of hot if you had gotten the chance to see Adrian wielding the chainsaw. But after last night, you’re definitely biased. His face lights up at your silent encouragement.

“See!” he yells to Chris up ahead “Blackbird agrees!”

“That’s only because she’s fucking you!” retorts Chris without turning around. You glance at each other and both put your masks back before exiting the building.

Vigilante’s pace drops and you match it- you can tell he’s prolonging your goodbye “I’ve got to get to work but do you need a ride home first? I’ve got the Vigalante-mobile.” he gestures to a beat-up old Chrysler Sebring. You shake your head and jerk your thumb over to Economos who’s waiting at his own car- you’re staying at the same motel.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks. His eyes are obscured but you think he’s looking at your lips. Is he going to kiss you? You’re annoyed at how hopeful your inner monologue sounds.

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach as he places a gloved hand on your chin and tilts your head up towards his masked face.

“Sorry about your lip. I didn’t realise duct tape was so dangerous.” You shake your head to say it’s not your fault. His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth and you resist closing your eyes and leaning into his touch. Economos clears his throat and Vigilante withdraws his hand quickly as if burned. You give an awkward nod goodbye and walk over to Economos’ car.

For fuck’s sake John.

You glare at him and decide to make him stop by a liquor store on the way home.

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Back in your motel room you pour yourself a large whisky and run a shower. As the water is warming up you get a ping on your phone.

‘Emilia Harcourt added you to group ‘11th Street Kids’’

Harcourt shares a group photo of you all in the van. A smile creeps over your face as you examine it. You’re sitting next to Adrian and you just now realise his arm is resting on the back of your seat. Was he working up the courage to put his arm around you? He’s less sure of himself in the daytime than when he’s lurking in the dark as Vigilante.

Notification light up your phone screen - it’s the 11th Street Kids groupchat.

Peacemaker: [Hands up emoji]

Economos: So fucking cool.

Vigilante: [Merman emoji]

You wonder what Adrian’s emoji means. You type:

Blackbird: Nice one! x

You tap on the name “Vigilante” and your thumb hovers over his contact details, thinking about texting him. Or at least adding his contact details into your phone. Just in case of emergency. Another notification pops up.

‘Vigilante has added you as a contact’

Vigilante: Hey what’s up B- bird? [Penguin emoji]

You’re relieved he immediately had the same thought. You still haven’t acknowledged what happened last night directly with him. This morning, in the cold light of day you felt ashamed of your one-night stand - not least how it ended. But now as the steam rises in the bathroom and the whisky burns your throat, you’re a little bit giddy that he messaged you. You contemplate for a moment.

Blackbird: Lmao that’s not even close to a blackbird! x

Vigilante: What’s the X for? Is it a British spy code?

Oh. Technically ‘x’ at the end of a text is shorthand for ‘kiss’. Back home almost everyone signs off like that to friends or family. It’s second nature to you when you write a message- words, space, x, send. Clearly, this cultural norm doesn’t translate well. You carefully craft a message to explain it to Adrian, trying to sound nonchalant.

Blackbird: Sounds weird but it means ‘kiss’. It’s just how we end text messages in the UK lol :) x

Well, that was lame.

Vigilante: So you’ve given me 2 kisses since we started this conversation?

Blackbird: Not exactly- It’s just a habit when I send messages to friends x

Vigilante: Oh

Maybe he just isn’t used to being friends with his hookups afterwards? And according to Peacemaker he has plenty- of hookups, not friends - sometimes they even have one-night stands together, with the same woman.

A small stab of jealousy twists in your side at that thought.

Not Peacemaker and Vigilante sharing a woman, God no, but that you’re probably just the latest in a string of casual encounters. After all, he didn’t kiss you this morning when you thought he might, outside the video shop.

Blackbird: I can stop sending them if they’re bothering you?

Vigilante: What would you send to someone who was more than a friend?

A lot of people back home would use ‘xx’ at the end of a text to a boyfriend- but you haven’t had any reason to do that for a while.

Throwing caution to the wind, you type a flirtatious message, delete it, reconsider, take another drink of whisky, type the exact same thing again then hit send. You hold your breath.

Blackbird: Probably nudes :) x Blackbird: Just kidding. Probably more x’s. ‘xx’ rather than ‘x’

It’s been a long time since you flirted with anyone. It makes you want to launch your phone across the room but instead, you stare at the screen in anticipation.

Vigilante: Damn, this is REALLY bad timing but my break is over. I gotta get back to work. Later Birdie.

You catch your reflection in the bathroom mirror- your face falls. Is he blowing me off? Like I did to him at the van this morning? You feel betrayed by your own disappointment but you probably deserve it.

Stepping into the shower, you sigh as the hot steam fills your lungs. Your hair still smells of bonfire smoke and you’re almost sad to wash it away because it reminds you of Adrian’s smoky and citrusy scent. Shampooing your hair, you think about how Adrian curled his hand through it last night when you kissed him.

Ugh - stop it. You simply cannot catch feelings right now.

You press your head to the cool tile on the wall as the water from the tarnished chrome showerhead flows down your back. You need to scrub yourself of any feelings you have for Adrian. Even if he did feel the same way, what would be the point of starting a romantic relationship nearly 5000 miles from home? Or when you work in a job that has you in a different country every month?

The water pressure is surprisingly strong and you’re grateful for it as it soothes your sore back muscles. Yesterday’s mission and the night that followed have left your body exhausted. There’s still a pleasantly dull ache between your legs from last night.

You felt a connection with him like you’d never felt before. Like he was reading your mind. Every thought, every want, every need.

The only thing that has ever come close to it is how well you fight together. It almost seems silly that you haven’t been able to admit that to him today but the sensible voice in your head reminds you that you have a job to do.

Your hand slips down the nape of your neck to your chest and you think about his skin. Pale and covered with scars, though you couldn’t see them all in the darkness of the tent last night. You wanted to look at each one, you wanted to kiss every single scar, cursing whoever had caused the damage to his lean, sculpted body.

You find your favourite lavender soap and as you wash your body from your toes to your head, you take note of your own scars. Several cover both of your legs from the jet crash, one deep one in the meat of your thigh where you were stabbed that one time, another on your forearm from when you were stabbed a different time, and one on your shoulder blade where you were stabbed… again. Perks of the job. But you really need to get better at not being stabbed.

You wonder what he’s doing after this shift and hate that you hope he’s staying safe. He likes to prowl the streets at night looking for criminals and regularly ends up in life-threatening situations but you want him to go straight home - you all have enough to be getting on with, with the butterflies and everything. And if you ever want to get back home and in MI6’s good graces, this mission needs to be a success.

You finish up in the shower and decide you’d better remind him.

Blackbird: Rest up tonight Adrian. We’ve got a big day tomorrow and need you to be awake x

A few hours later at 11pm your phone pings in reply. Having spent the night drinking whisky and watching terrible TV, your stomach twists with excitement at the interruption.

Vigilante: Great! Just need to figure out what we could use instead of duct tape…

A pleasant tingle goes down your spine. He must have finished his shift at Fennel Fields.

Blackbird: Not that kind of big day. We’ve got a lot of video equipment to check x

Vigilante: I only need to patrol the neighbourhood for a few hours. Do you wanna join?

Blackbird: Sure- I can see the headlines now, ‘MI6 linked to string of vigilante murders in Washington.’ x

Vigilante: Awesome! Will I come and pick you up?

Blackbird: No! That was sarcasm Adrian x

Vigilante: Okay - your loss! A team-up would have been SUPER cool FYI. TTYL

Blackbird: Wait! What can I say to convince you not to go out tonight? x

Vigilante: Awwww, are you worried about lil ol’ me, Birdie?

Blackbird: I need you on top of your game tomorrow. Finding the butterflies’ food source is more important than ANYTHING else we’ve got going on right now x

Vigilante: Stopped reading after “I need you”. Admit you need me Birdie and I might stay home tonight [Penguin emoji]

You get up and pace around the room. He’s so resilient even after you ignored him last night and outside the van this morning. You’re relieved he’s flirting again. And you can tell from his messages that all he needs is some reassurance that you’re still interested in him after your stand-offishness this morning.

You pause in front of the mirror at the vanity table, catching a glimpse of your exposed neck and the top of your chest flushed red again. And a familiar warm sensation pools in your lower abdomen as your mind wanders back into Adrian’s tent.

Blackbird: I need you… Blackbird: to see something :) x

Vigilante: Ooookay?

Blackbird: But you need to be somewhere private. Such as your home. Alone. In your bedroom. With the door locked x

Vigilante: I have no idea what’s going on right now

Blackbird: I will message you a special surprise if you promise me you’re home x

Vigilante: WAIT- are you talking about the nudes you mentioned earlier???

Blackbird: Only one way to find out. Prove you’re home, tucked up in bed with a cup of tea and NOT prowling the streets looking for crime x

Vigilante: On my way home RIGHT FUCKING NOW Vigilante: PS what kind of tea should I get?

Blackbird: I’m just joking about the tea x

In the bathroom, you take in your appearance in the giant, circular mirror. You’re wearing a plain white T-shirt and another pair of unexciting black cotton underwear. Looking over your shoulder into the bedroom at your suitcase, you curse yourself for not bringing at least one set of skimpy lingerie. But then again- why would you?

After spending all day in a Kevlar and leather suit, all you want to do is to sink into something soft and comfortable. And, after more than a year of abstinence, you never thought you’d find love in Evergreen, Washington.

A hookup, you correct yourself, you never thought you’d find a hookup in Evergreen.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head at your Freudian slip. You put your hands on either side of the sink and stare at yourself sternly.

You are not so touch-starved and devoid of self-respect that you’d actually fall for Vigitlane.

Sure, he’s good looking and yes, you have an undeniable connection that you’ve never felt with anyone before but you remind yourself he’s a psychopath. A very enthusiastic and sweet one, certainly, but a literal vigilante murderer nonetheless.

Even so, you sort of want to look cute for the man who, you remind yourself again, is wanted on multiple counts of murder. Christ, what does that say about you?

He called you pretty this morning.

And you just rolled your eyes at him, concerned about what your colleagues would think. When what you really wanted to do was call him pretty too. Grab his stupid, pretty face, straddle his lap and kiss him, bite his lower lip, grind on him, leave love bites all over his neck. Right there in the van. The thought of it makes you feel feverishly hot.

You tie a knot at the back of your white T-shirt, pulling it taught against your body so that your nipples poke through the fabric and your curves are accentuated. You adjust the hips on your underwear so they show off more of your leg. You take a couple of mirror selfies - one with your whisky glass resting subtly on your chest - finger brushing your nipple and one of you sitting on the sink - back to the mirror and looking over your shoulder. Looking over them carefully, you decide you’re pleased- artfully sexy but nothing too wild. You want to give him a tiny little taste to reassure him you like him but no more. You both have work tomorrow morning, after all.

Your phone pings.

Vigilante: I’m home. I wish I’d seen your message before I went to the Starbucks drive-thru.

Blackbird: Lol :) But I’ll need evidence to verify your location x

Another notification. Adrian sends you a photo of himself holding a Starbucks cup- a mirror selfie. He’s got his Vigilante suit on but you can see the mask thrown on the large bed with comfortable-looking burgundy sheets behind him. Ugh, he looks so dreamy with his cute hipster glasses and wavy black hair. His room is very clean but bare- the only decoration seems to be his weapons, at least a dozen guns and several blades displayed on the wall.

Blackbird: Do you sleep in an armoury!? x

Vigilante: What?? I sleep in a bed in my apartment!

You really do need to teach him about sarcasm.

Blackbird: I’m just joking - you DO have a lot of guns in your room x

Vigilante: Oh, the ones in here are just for display- you should totally come over and see the rest!!!! Vigilante: Anything cool in your motel room?

Blackbird: IDK… this mirror is pretty nice x

You wander over to your bed as you flick through the selfies you took. Hesitating, you decide to send him the one of you sitting on the sink.

Vigilante: Did you realise your reflection is visible?

You blink at your screen. Your ass is literally the main focus of the picture.

Blackbird: That was sort of the point Adrian… x

Vigilante: NOICE!!!! In that case, I am SO glad I came home. I would literally never leave home again if you wanted me to.

Fondness for him cascades through you and it makes your cheeks grow hot. He is so whole-heartedly earnest about his thoughts and feelings, it makes you wish you told him how good he looked when he sent you his picture.

Does he know he’s good at getting you flustered over text? Your brows knit together as you remember Chris telling the group about their strings of one-night stands together and horror strikes you.

Blackbird: Adrian, I need you to know that if you show that to anyone I will not hesitate to murder you in cold blood. I’m not one of your women to be shared with Peacemaker.

There's a pause and you watch the three dots moving as Adrian writes his reply.

Vigilante: Okay first of all showing your pics to Peacemaker without consent would be classed as REVENGE PORN which - by the way - is ILLEGAL. I’ve killed people for less!!! Vigilante: Second of all there is no way I would ever break your trust Birdie. You are my second BFF.

Oh no, a pang of guilt. Of course, he wouldn’t do that. Another message pings.

Vigilante: Thirdly you could never murder me because I am a much better marksman AND better in combat AND I know how to disarm you.

You scoff silently. You could definitely beat Vigilante in a fight.

Vigilante: And last of all, you are mine and I would never share you [Merman emoji]

You are mine. Your eyes rake over the black pixels on your screen. Mine. Fuck, why is your heart rate increasing? Warmth creeps in deep in your tummy. You smile and shake your head at his audacity.

Blackbird: Ahem, yours?? x

Vigilante: Yup. At least your pussy is

Blackbird: Hmmmm is that so? x

Vigilante: I’m the only one who can make you cum (and that’s including you btw) I can show you how if you’re nice to me for like 5 seconds.

Blackbird: I’m not sure I know how to be nice x

Vigilante: It was pretty nice of you to send me a pic of your ass… Vigilante: BTW I will delete that pic if you’re worried. Just give me 3-5 minutes with it. I know the drill - burn after jerking.

You laugh silently but his consideration for your situation makes you melt. It makes you want to get on your knees for him to show your appreciation.

But he’s not here so instead you finish the rest of your drink in one quick gulp, lift the bottom of your shirt up, exposing your tits, snap another mirror selfie and hit send.

Blackbird: Don’t delete this one x

Vigilante: Fuck, Birdie you have the most perfect tits I have ever seen. I mean it. Vigilante: Even if I do delete it, this pic is now uploaded permanently into my spank bank.

Blackbird: Is this all you needed to keep you off the streets? Just a little peek of me? x

Vigilante: YUP. And I am so fucking turned on right now. I wish you were here.

Blackbird: Show me x

Ping. Another picture. This time you need to sit down on the edge of the bathtub to steady yourself.

It’s just his body - he’s still wearing his Vigilante suit but a familiarly shaped hard bulge protrudes against the fabric. Your breath hitches and you can feel the steady beat of your heart pounding in your chest. You’re a bundle of nerves and you want to see more. Swallowing thickly you type:

Blackbird: You look v sexy in your suit <3 x

Vigilante: Birdie? Is that an actual compliment?! I think it’s the first nice thing you’ve ever said to me.

You’re no good at expressing your feelings but he needs to know how ridiculously hot he looks in his suit. A vivid image flashes through your mind of a masked vigilante breaking into your motel room, holding you down and covering your mouth while he fucks you. Fuck, the imaginary scene nearly burns a hole through you as you wander back to the bed.

Blackbird: Have you ever had sex in your mask? x

Vigilante: I basically only have sex in my mask. Secret identity is kind of a bummer.

Except for last night. Though you did burst into his tent and catch him off guard. But how does he…

Blackbird: How do you kiss? Or…do anything else? x

Vigilante: Kissing, cuddling, eating pussy - three things I can’t do as Vigilante. You were the best thing I’ve tasted in a LONG time.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and cross your legs, trying to stop yourself from squirming. The more turned on he makes you, the more reckless you become. In just a few texts you go from a tough superhero intelligence officer with a reputation to protect to a simpering mess with no regard for professionalism.

Blackbird: You are so fucking good at eating me out Adrian. I wish you were here x

Vigilante: You’re gonna make me jizz in my pants if you keep saying stuff like that.

Blackbird: Hey not yet- I have more to show you x

Vigilante: Fuck. Seeing you talk like this makes me wish I could hear you in person.

Blackbird: You wouldn’t like me if I could talk again. People said I was very unkind - to put it mildly x

Vigilante: HAHA as if I can’t tell what all those eye rolls mean. You’re such a meanie but you LIKE me.

Everything just bounces off of Adrian. Every cutting glance from you or dismissive comment from Harcourt. Even the time Peacemaker just let Goff torture him. The world is literally ending and Adrian is just riding the wave and enjoying being included in this mission. You wish you could take a leaf out his book and be less serious in the face of an alien invasion.

You hold your phone to your chest and lie back on the crisp white linen bed sheets. Staring at the ceiling you wonder what it would be like to be here with Adrian, in an actual bed rather than in a sleeping bag. Both uninjured and free to take your time, not worrying about other people catching you.

You take your T-shirt off completely this time. You snap a selfie with you laid back on the bed and send it to him.

The phone starts ringing immediately.

‘Vigilante is requesting video chat’

Here goes nothing. You accept.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” He drags a hand from over his eyes down his face. You hold the phone still above you. “I just had to check if you were real, Birdie. For a second I thought ‘What if last night was an insanely realistic wet dream and now I’m speaking to a snarky but sexy AI bot’. But you are real.”

From what you can see on the screen, he’s shirtless too. As he stretches out getting comfortable on his bed, one hand behind his head, you can appreciate his broad shoulders and chest. A flicker of animalistic urge to bite the exposed underside of his arm leaps through you.

You bring up the keyboard.

Blackbird: I’m glad last night wasn’t just a dream either x

You watch his face as he reads your words pop up on his screen, blue light reflecting on his glasses. He lights up with a wide smile and it makes your heart leap. You tilt the camera down and gently run your fingers up and down your exposed stomach and tits, your fingertips gently tickling your skin. You hear his breath catch in his throat. You move the phone camera back up to your face and slowly, deliberately suck your fingers and move them inside your underwear to start gently circling your clit.

Your phone remains pointed at your face so he can watch you sink back into the soft pillows and close your eyes as your movements pick up the pace.

“L- let me see. Please.” he chokes. You shake your head, the corners of your mouth turning upwards in a smirk. You open your eyes and nod towards him. You first.

He removes his hand from behind his head and flips to the back-facing camera so it’s almost like you’re watching from his point of view. He unzips his black kevlar-weave trousers and tugs down his boxers. His cock is hard already. You swallow thickly- you forgot how big he was. Taking it in his hand, he slowly jerks himself up and down.

How did all of that fit in you? You need to inhale and exhale deeply, steadying yourself. You remember the stretching feeling as he slowly entered you, pressing his forehead against yours and checking you were okay. Oh fuck, the memory makes you speed your fingers up. You move the camera down your body so Adrian can see your fingers working in your underwear.

“Hold on a sec.”

He pauses what he’s doing and urgently takes off the bottom half of his Vigilante suit. He recentres the camera and lets you see him now fully naked. You can see the strong outline of the muscles on his thighs and decide you’d quite like to bite them too.

“Fuck, I wish you were here. You felt so fucking good last night, the way you took all of my dick in that tent like such a good girl for me.”

You writhe back into the pillows as pleasure begins to wash over you.

“Please… show me how you do it baby. Let me see that perfect pussy again.”

It’s too much, his words make you let out a small moan and - CRACK. The sound of glass breaking. You jump in fright. Fuck! The alarm clock on the motel bedside table is shattered in pieces.

“Woah, are you okay?” Adrian returns to the front-facing camera and adjusts his glasses.

You nod and show him the broken alarm clock. You check for any pieces that might have landed on the bed and he waits patiently.

“Hey at least it wasn’t your phone!” he says enthusiastically. You frown. You should have realised something like this would happen. It’s too dangerous to do this - especially on your own. “C’mon Birdie, it’s okay… I personally think it’s really hot that you could kill both of us by cumming. As far as powers go, you’ve gotta admit that’s pretty OP.”

You give him an embarrassed smile. “Is there somewhere you can balance your phone so you have both hands free?”

You carefully place your phone against the lamp on the bedside table and kneel on the bed in front of it. His eyes look you over from your head to where your knees connect with the mattress.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” You blush hot red again and he smiles reassuringly “I can’t believe I get to see you like this.” He is being so sweet and it’s killing you. Last night he was teasing you so much that you’re actually beginning to wonder if he was just getting back at you for being so rude to him the past few weeks.

You feel exposed, almost the full length of your body is on display on your video tile. The thought of him seeing all of you out so brazenly makes the hairs on your arms stand up. You’re brave in the field but being so openly vulnerable takes a different kind of boldness you don’t get to exercise often.

Heart pounding in your chest, you slip your underwear off and throw them aside. That’s it, nowhere and nothing to hide now. He groans and angles his phone down his body so you can see him stroking his cock, a clear bead of precum leaks from the tip from it.

You move your hands over your body and watch his eyes follow them. You pinch your nipples and move one hand down to your clit again. “Wait, Birdie, do exactly as I say,” he interrupts “We don’t want you sending a sonic boom through to Harcourt’s room this time.” You bite your lip and nod slowly, it would be embarrassing to say the least, having to explain why the wall between your rooms was rubble if something did go wrong.

“Get on your hands and knees for me,” It’s forward, direct but he says it with such confidence that you don’t even think twice about doing so, obediently. It reminds you of the way he effortlessly relays instructions at you in combat. “Now grab that pillow… lay your head on it and put your other hand down between your knees.” You feel your insides buzzing as you lie, literally face-down ass-up, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

“Now use that hand to touch your clit for me.” This is obscene, you think but you do it anyway, your head on one side so you can look at Adrian on your phone. He drags his hand up and down the length of himself more slowly than before, taking his time and enjoying the scene in front of him.

“When you start to get close you can turn your head into your pillow and let it out,” he says, watching your figure, side-on as your walls start to clench, begging to be filled. You allow yourself to test it out quietly, biting down on the linen and polyester and letting a small cry out. It vibrates but nothing else happens. You hear him let out a small whimper at the sight of you biting into your pillow. “Fuck, Birdie, have you ever thought about OnlyFans? I’d subscribe.”

The jape unlocks something in your brain. Shyness quickly disappearing, you turn your body another 90 degrees so that he’s looking at you directly from behind. You open up your knees wider and adjust the pillow so you can lie your head back down. All he’ll be able to see is your spread legs, ass and soaking wet cunt. Your fingers reach down to stroke your wet folds.

“Hooooooly fuck- that view. Keep doing that. No, wait- just your clit. I want to see your pussy leaking for me.”

Your muffled whine is impatient. It’s almost embarrassing how wet you are for him but you can tell from the way his breathing is getting quicker that he’s getting close, just from looking at you like this.

“Hey, look at me Birdie.”

You turn your head and look past the side of your body, and see him on the carefully balanced phone screen.

“You know what you are, right?”

You bite your lip. I’m a slut, I’m a fucking slut touching myself on camera for you, Adrian.

“You’re mine. And that beautiful pussy belongs to me.”

Oh. It’s too. Fucking. Much. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop your fingers as they bury deep inside you curling up and tapping a frantic rhythm while the heel of your hand puts delicious pressure on your clit.

You can’t see him anymore but he makes sure to narrate it for you. “That’s it. Think about me fucking you as you’re doing it, B.” You hear the wet slick of his own hand speeding up too.

You close your eyes and as you curl your fingers inside yourself, you imagine Adrian’s huge cock filling you up. The way he’d grab your hips, smack your ass and bite your shoulder as he thrusted deep inside you.

“I love this angle. Keep doing that for me. Fuck, you look amazing like this.”

Letting out another sigh into your pillow, you feel the swell coming, feeling immense satisfaction that Adrian is watching you on his phone and furiously pleasuring himself, he too imagining that he was pounding into you deep from behind.

“You’re doing s-so good, baby. Such - such a good girl.” he stutters and inhales sharply.

In response you bounce your hips a little, in sync with your fingers, wishing you were backing up and gyrating into his hips. You take another peek at your screen to see his head leaning back and his Adam's apple moving as he swallows and clenches his jaw. He looks back at the screen and catches your eye “So… f-fucking… hot.” he pants. You feel another jolt of searing heat between your legs. Your pussy desperately clenches around your fingers, wishing it was his cock.

“Say my name when you cum for me. Come on, you can do it. Into the pillow.”

The pillow envelopes your face just in time for you to moan his name.

The whole bed shakes violently this time. You tumble straight into your release as you continue to whimper. It’s hot and wet and desperate, heat radiates from your centre, making your knees tremble weakly as the orgasm rips through you.

“I’m gonna- I’m - fuuuuck.” Adrian groans and you move your head again to watch him finish. His eyes squeeze shut and he shudders, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto his chest and stomach.

You lie still for a few more moments, your leaking entrance still twitching and exposed to the camera while you eventually catch your breath. You crawl around to grab your phone and roll onto your back, holding the screen above you.

You both stare at each other, flushed and glowing with sweat. Adrian adjusts his glasses, wipes himself off with a towel and lies on his side, one arm propping his head up. You think it would be very comfy to nuzzle into the crook of his neck right now. Maybe you’d trace your fingers over his scars and listen to him talk about how he got each one.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And trust me, I’ve watched a lot of stuff.”

You smile in a self-satisfied sort of way and pull up the keyboard.

Blackbird: I like seeing you too. And hearing you talk to me x

“Okay, so we need to do this again in person next time.”

Blackbird: I’d like that x

“And can you admit you like me yet?”

You give him an indifferent jerk of the head but he reads through you and grins triumphantly.

Blackbird: Okay I DO like you Adrian. But I’m just not sure if we should be doing this at all x

“I get it if you’re embarrassed to be with me - we don’t have to tell the rest of the team.”

You shake your head fervently. Relief washes over his face.

Blackbird: It’s not that… I can’t let myself fall for someone when I need to leave the country right after this mission x

You also don’t trust Amanda Waller or MI6 right now and don’t want to give them any personal leverage. But you can’t put that anywhere in writing. Even in an encrypted message to Adrian. It’d be too dangerous for both of you.

“Wait - are you saying you’re falling for me?”

You freeze- your mouth opens stupidly as you reread your last message. Shit.

“Because Birdie I fell for you the first time I saw your burst someone’s head open with your sonic scream. You’re the hottest, most badass person I’ve ever met. And if you feel even sort of the same way, it would be stupid to ignore it- right?”

Blackbird: I think it’s stupid to even discuss it. We shouldn’t get attached when I live on another continent x

“Yeah but you’ll only live there if you actually survive!” he says with newfound enthusiasm “There’s like a really high chance we’ll both die pretty soon.”

Blackbird: And if we’re both fortunate enough to live? x

“Eh,” he shrugs “Sounds like a problem for future us to worry about. No point dwelling on hypotheticals.”

You wrinkle your nose but butterflies dance in your tummy with excitement. Okay, we’re doing this…. and if we both live long enough for me to go home, we can call it a summer fling and move on.

Blackbird: Fuck it. If we’re gonna die we might as well hook up a few more times… :) x

Adrian rolls onto his back and punches the air “Go out with a bang. Literally.” he pauses “Are you going to start putting two x’s at the end of your texts to me now?”

You pull up your keyboard.

Blackbird: Yes xxxxx

Chapter 3: The Spy Who Came Out in the Cold

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Fun Night

Hi! This is my first smut. Feedback would be appreciated. Please ENJOY :)

cw: smut, p in v, praise, degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it up always). 18+ minors DNI.

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You and Adebayo decided to stay late at the video store headquarters to figure out how the butterflies are getting the raw amber fluid. It's a few minutes past 2 am when Ads decided to go home to her wife.

“I’m done for the day, Keeya hasn’t seen me since yesterday and she's getting worried. I'll see you later.” she said exhaustedly.

“Alright. Tell her I said hi”

“OKAY! Don't stay here too late and get some rest” Ads said before leaving.

You sighed heavily realizing how crazy it is that five people versus an alien invasion. I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit you thought. You got up to refill your coffee and got back to work.

It was 3:30 am when you heard the front door opening.

“Did you forget something Ads?” you asked without looking up from your laptop.

“Um no I didn't and since when do you call me Ads” you heard a deep voice reply.

You looked up to find Adrian standing by the door in his full Vigilante costume.

“Dude I never call you that, I thought you were Adebayo. Why the fuck are you here at 3 am?” you asked slightly annoyed due to the lack of sleep,

“No need to be rude. I was bored so I thought I would patrol with Peacemaker but he's asleep so here I am. Why are you here at 3 am all alone in the dark with just a lamp on like some cartoon villain?” Adrian said sarcastically as he sat across from you.

“Shut up. I'm doing research. Trying to figure out the butterflies food source”

“Any luck?”

“None” you sighed

Adrian took off his mask and placed it on the desk. He took his glasses out of his pockets and placed them on his face. You're not sure what possessed you or if it's because of the lack of sleep to say the words coming out of your mouth.

“ You’re really fucking cute Adrian.” you blurted out.

“Uh- what?” he nervously laughed while his face turned bright red.

“Yea the whole glasses and vigilante thing is really hot”

“Umm, t-t-thank you. I think you’re really fucking hot too. Like the first time I saw your face at Fennel Fields with Peacemaker, I was like fuck this girl is a goddess and then I saw your body and the way you fight and I was like damn I gotta fuck her RESPECTFULLY of course.” Adrian rambled on.

You chuckled at what he said. You got up from your desk and slowly walked over to stand in front of him. He sat there looking up at you with the softest eyes, fidgeting nervously in the chair.

“Get up Adrian" you said softly.

He slowly stood from his chair, now towing over me. Looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Do you wanna kiss me?" He looked at me dumbfounded and nodded.

"I need to hear the words Adrian. I want your full consent"

"Ye-" his voice cracked. Clearing his throat he said yes with a deep raspy voice.

You tiptoe to reach face-to-face. You can feel his breath on your face when you close your eyes to kiss Adrian for the first time. It started off as a chaste peck then he pulled you closed by the waist and wrapped his arms around it. You placed your arms around his neck, bringing your bodies tightly together. You bit his bottom lip for him to open up. He gasped softly which gave you the opportunity to place your tongue in his mouth. Adrian groaned into your mouth. His tongue started to aggressively take control over yours. Our tongues danced gracefully together in a heated battle. He continued to deepen the kiss while his hands moved from your waist to grip your ass. You whimpered as your hands drag down to his chest fisting his Vigilante suit, you can feel his quick heartbeat. You slowly pulled away, taking a deep breath. Adrian’s hands cradled your face as you both breathe heavily and desperately together. Your body is on fire with want, yearning for Adrian to do more.

After such a deep and lustful kiss, his thumb stroked your cheeks slowly moving toward your swollen lips. He's eyeing your lips with a newfound dark desire as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to lick the tip of his thumb and he slowly pushed it past your lips into your mouth. You sucked on his thumb, moaning around his finger as he looked at you with half-lidded lust-filled eyes. The change in Adrian’s facial expression while sucking on his thumb has made you realize you would do anything for him at this moment. He would ruin you for anyone else, no one can compare to how he is making your insides feel with a mere kiss. You longed for more.

"Look at you suckin’ on my thumb like a good slut. You want something bigger hmm?" You whined around his thumb giving Adrian a timid look. " I know my pretty girl needs more. I wanna see those full lips wrapped around my cock" he said breathlessly. He slowly dragged his wet thumb out your mouth with a pop trailing the finger down your chin to the middle of your throat. He firmly wrapped his hand around your throat. You whimpered desperately for more of his touches.

"But that's for another time. Right now I wanna make you feel good. I need to know how that pretty pussy tastes. I need to feel you cum all over my face before I die. Please can I? Can I do this for you?" Adrian pleaded.

“Yes please do anything, as long as you continue to touch me” you begged.

Adrian gently pushed you onto the desk. Kneeling before you he took off your footwear and pants. He looked up once more wordlessly asking for permission. You nod. His warm hands touch your calves as he softly kisses each leg. He held your knees firmly as he spread your thighs widely apart. You can feel his hot and heavy breath at your clothed pussy. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second as you clenched around nothing preparing for him to touch you more.

He lets out a deep breath murmuring” fuck babe you smell so good”

You feel his warm mouth on your clothed cunt, licking you through the material of your panties. Your eyes closed as you let out a loud whimper.“ Fuck…. more Adrian”

His adorable eyes behind those glasses look up at you. ”Beg me for more” he demanded in a husky sensual voice.

You whined before pleading to him.

“Please fuck me with your tongue sir. I'll be a good slut for you just please make me cum. I'll do anything. I just-I just need you”

Adrian took a deep breath. He takes his glasses off. You can feel his hands tighten against your hips. He slowly pulls your panties down and off you. He whispers “fuck” as he comes face to face with your bare cunt. It didn't take long for him to put his mouth on your pussy. He’s licking, slurping and kissing your bare wet cunt as you moan loudly with no care in the world. Your hips jerk up as he firmly holds your thighs pressing his face deeper into you. Your entire body is burning up, and you feel a tight knot in your core. Adrian moans and groan into you as he continues to lick and suck at your clit messily. You pull his hair bringing him as close as humanly possible.

“I’m gonna-fuck Adrian, sir please I’m gonna cum” you moaned. The tight knot in your core comes loose. You feel this intense pressure burst as you cum all over his face.

“Fuck. This feels so good. Adrian, fuck you’re amazing” you scream out.

He raises his head, and you can see the bottom half of his face wet with your release. You feel your face heat up suddenly, embarrassed. He looks at you amazed, grinning like he accomplished a great feat. it’s cute you thought.

“Fuck babe that was sexy. I wanna see you do that again on my dick. You look so pretty when you cum. All tired and fucked out. I bet you get really cock drunk too. Fuck you got me so hard right now. I need to see you cum again”

Adrian quickly stripped out of his vigilante suit and his underwear. You're left staring at his thick, long dick with the tip red leaking precum. You lick your lips subconsciously as more precum seeps out of his cock. Adrian notices your desperate look.

“You wanna taste me? Hmm? I know you wanna suck me off but I can’t wait. I need to feel you wrapped around me. I could give you a little taste. Open up for me princess. Lemme treat you.” He takes two fingers and gathers some of his precum. You open your mouth widely for him to place his fingers into your mouth. He tastes like manly musk and desire.

Adrian smiled at you arrogantly.” you're such a whore for me aren't you” you nod

“I wanna hear your words princess”

“Yes sir I'm your whore” you murmured

You strip out of your t-shirt and bra as Adrian placed himself between your spread legs. His eyes are focused on your tits. You took one of his hands to grope your breasts. He played with your pointed nipples between his fingers. Moaning you took the back of his head, directing him to suck on your tits.

“Fuck babe you have the best tits in the world. I wanna bury my face in it forever”

You laughed at Adrian's statement. “ you can do that after but right now I need you to fuck me now please.”

“Oh fuck yea!” he chuckled. “Are you ready?”

“Yes sir.”

He tapped his heavy thick cock on your clit a few times before spreading your lips to lube up his cock with your wetness. Your hips jerk while your heated cunt clenches around nothing. Adrian watches you intensely as he places the tip of his cock into your tight cunt. He slowly moved inch by inch. You moaned, grabbing his biceps as he stretches you out, he continued to move but stopped when you flinched. He asked, “are u okay?”

“It’s okay keep going, you're just big and it's been a while” you reassured him.

He moved another inch, and finally, he was fully inside. He was a snug fit inside your pussy.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight. I need a minute. Shit, it’s so warm and wet. I might cum fast. I'm not kidding, your pussy is literally perfect. I can stay here for days.” Adrian murmured.

“Heh honestly, I might cum fast too. Just fuck me fast it’s getting late”

“As you wish princess”

He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back into your wet heat. You clenched around him as you felt his thick cock drag along your walls. You moaned loudly as he thrust deeply into your cunt. You feel Adrian leave wet sloppy kisses along your body. As he thrust into you, your tits bounced as he picked up the speed. The dark room is filled with the wet sounds of your body and skin slapping against each other as Adrian fucks into your bare cunt.

“Look at you taking me so well princess. That tight pussy is filled with me. Fuck you’re soaking my dick.” You moaned as he continues to fuck you and play with your clit.

“Fuck Adrian, baby you feel so good. Keep fucking my pussy please. I’m gonna cum!” you cried out. You stared at each other breathless as he grinds into you. He holds one of your legs across his shoulders as he hits your sweet spot. You feel yourself go limp as the pressure in your core begins to burst.

“There? Right there? I know baby it feels good? Lemme fuck you dumb” he moans out. No words was coming out of your mouth, just delirious sounds as he fucks you senseless. You whine as he speeds up slamming into your spot. You come undone, the dam burst as you cum all over Adrian wetting his lower regions.

“fuckkk “ you whined

Shortly after Adrian snapped his hips so deep into you as he cums into your bare cunt flooding your heart. He lets out a loud groan finishing in you. He continues to gently thrust into you, slowly coming to a stop. You milk the last of his orgasm as you guys stood still breathless. Your pussy twinges as he slowly pulls out of you. You whined as your pussy is still sensitive. Adrian’s eyes are fixated on your cunt leaking his cum.

“Fuck I wanna take a picture of your pussy. It looks so pretty leaking like this. Can I please?” Adrian begged.

“What? fuck no that’s like second date stuff.” he pouted. You chuckled at his cute expression. You got off the desk to search for your clothes.

“Dude, it's like 5 in the morning. We gotta leave before the others get here.” you and Adrian hurriedly redress before leaving headquarters. He walked you to your car.

“So…” he stated

“So…?”you asked

“Will this be like a regular thing or not? Cause I think we make good sex together” You laughed at Adrian. What a weird thing to say you thought.

“Yea maybe after missions. I don't know we’ll see. Also don't speak a word of this to Peacemaker or you're never getting this pussy again. Understand?”

“Understood,” he said. You guys parted ways to meet back later for a team meeting later in the day. As you reached your apartment you realized that you couldn't find your underwear.

“Fuck” you whispered. You assumed Adrian was the type to take a souvenir so you weren't too worried about it.

The entire 11th street kids were in the middle of a meeting when Harcourt found your underwear under her desk.

“What the fuck is this?” Harcourt yelled.

You kept a straight face but you and Adrian made eye contact before he started stuttering an answer. Which resulted in you kicking his foot under the desk and him yelling out your name. Now everyone including Murn knows you and Adrian fucked. The meeting ended with Peacemaker laughing and asking about your sex life.

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A NSFW combo 9. “I want you so bad” and 10. “Oh?” with Adrian Chase?

Yessssss 😍✊

Baby it’s cold outside

Adrian Chase x Fem Reader

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Summary: Adrian comes home from a long cold day and all he wants is you

Warnings/contains: brief mention of reader being a hero, smut, needy adrian, PiV sex, bodyworship, smut with little plot

A/n: need more requests for him omg 🤷 also I’m so so so sorry it takes me forever to get these out to you guys but merry Christmas to those who celebrate ❤️❤️ and this is not read over so I apologize I’m tired and forgot to post this!

I heard the clank of Adrian’s helmet as he dropped it on the wood floor by the front door of our shared apartment. Followed by his heavy footsteps. I clicked my phone off and waited to see him by the door.

It was late and I couldn’t sleep. Not without knowing he was right by my side. It was also freezing outside, snow lightly covered the sidewalks. Him being there next to me just reassured my paranoia and kept me comfortable with my own home. We’ve had people break in because they knew us which is dangerous. The amount of times Chris came over in full Peacemaker costume was insane.

Either for him to pick us up for patrol, or for me to make him new clothing. Of course we got weird looks after he was in our home but honestly we were about used to it.

I turned my side table lamp on and saw Adrian’s tired expression. His eye brows were furrowed and he has a obvious exhausted frown. Snow lightly covers his shoulders but melted quickly causing his suit to dampen quickly.

“Are you okay love?” My voice was groggy. He inched closer to the bed and I almost couldn’t hear what he mumbled out. It was so faint and quiet yet I heard the words

“I want you so bad.” He whined. I was taken aback about what he said. With how he looked so sleepy I couldn’t believe that sex was the top thing at his mind.

“You look completely exhausted. Are you sure your even up for it?” I made sure to clarify. Sometimes he said stuff he didn’t mean when he was tried or things that didn’t make complete sense. He kicked off his boots and took off his gloves.

“Please. I just need you so badly. I’ve been aching for you all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His hands immediately reached out just for me to touch. I winced at his cold touch.

“Your freezing.” I rubbed my thumb over his bruised knuckles.

“Well baby it’s cold outside.” He laughed slightly. “I need you to touch me please.”

“Oh?” My brows raised. I small smile played on my lips. He just looked so needy it was sweet. “Come here.” He shuffled onto the bed and I pulled his chest plate off. This is one way to warm us up I guess. A damn good way.

I kissed his lips softly, with need and love. His hands unsure what to do with them hovered in the air. I took one of his hands and placed it on my chest and the other on my waist. He didn’t bother wasting time and started to grab and massage those soft places. I lightly moaned into his mouth with the feeling. I removed the top half of his suit throwing it lightly on the ground next to him.

He quickly flipped me on top of him, his hands now grabbing my hips.

“Slow down Adrian.” I gasped. “I haven’t even gotten my clothing off yet.”

“I know I just need you so fucking bad right now.” He complained. He pulled up my shirt and took in my body. He traced my skin with his cold rough fingers. I lightly wincing from how cold he was. “God but so beautiful I can’t keep my eyes of you.” Always a flirt Adrian. I undid my bra and tossed it somewhere where his armor was. “Why are you so hot all the time?” He looked between my breasts and my eyes it was in a way cute.

“If you need me so bad we gotta get these pants off baby.” I tugged at them but I really just needed him to raise his hips. He did as I said and raised his hips to remove his pants but bumped my crotch in the process making me ache more and more for him. Me not wearing my sleep pants to bed made this scene very convenient .

He looked so needy and ready under the dim lighting, only provided by a small light in the corner of my room.

“You ready baby?” I teased trying to drag this on longer than it already has been. Adrian looked like he was gonna cry just from the pure lust and desire he has in this moment but yet he nodded profusely, his glasses askew on his face.

I removed his boxers and he let out a small groan just from the swift motion. I smiled down at his rosy cheeks. I hooked my underwear to the side and hovered above him. His hands still gripped on my hips were done with the teasing and they forced them down onto his cock. I let out a gasp mixed with a moan.

“Aw so needy- oh fuck.” I tried to make a comment but was quickly cut off by him. I held onto his shoulders as he thrusted his hips upward into me.

“Oh baby your body is so sweet I can get enough.” His icy hands tailed to my breasts and cupped them.

“Shit your cold Adrian!” I complained. His hands started to squeeze and hold them.

“I know, I know.” He hushed. He lightly speeded up his pace, fucking right up. I started to move my hips to match his pace. Both of his had our heads lulled back in pleasure.

“Fuck- I… I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” He sighed leaned to kiss and suck my neck. There was sure to be dark marks in the morning.

Adrian looked gorgeous like this. Like a picture I could stair at forever. His mouth was slightly open with groans and moans making their way out of his mouth. His muscular arms and hands holding me like I’m nothing. I could never get enough of this.

“I love you so much. And your. All. Mine.” He said through each thrust. “I swear I could be in you forever.” His cold hands went to my clit and rubbed small shapes.

“Fuck Adrian I’m gonna cum.” Adrian was tried and that’s all he really needed to push himself over the edge. “Oh your so good for me… so good Adrian.” I sighed resting my forehead against his.

“Your perfect for me.” Adrian peppered kisses all of my cheeks before lifting me to lay next to his body.

I guess you could say we’re warm now.

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she-wolf09231982 · 4 months

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Vigilante/ Adrian Chase

Vigilante/Adrian Chase & Female Agent

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Pair of Aces - Chapter 6. Day Six

Pair of Aces

Chapter 6. Day Six

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Things get messy with the Butterflies and even messier with our pair back at the motel. Chapter Content: Graphic violence/ Canon-typical violence, Explosions, Blood, Mild gore, Smut (F/M)

A/N: It's finally heeeeere! Sorry this took a trillion years, real life has been a pain and this is a beast of a chapter. Hopefully, the length (and 🔥content🔥) will make up for the delay! All I have to say is that it's the last night in the motel and we all knew where this was headed 👀

(NOTE: The smut-specific content warnings are after the cut because they kind of include spoilers, please read at your own discretion!)

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*SPOILERS* Kissing, Biting (like, a lot), Nipple play, Fingering (F receiving), Oral (F and M receiving), Hair Pulling, a little Facefucking, PIV, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, a tiny bit of Cum play *END SPOILERS*

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She groaned as her alarm went off way earlier than she ever would have liked. They needed an early start to put their plan into action but that didn't mean she had to enjoy it. The grumpy wake-up call was followed by a rushed breakfast of fruit and granola bars. They needed to be at the mission site and finish preparing for the Glen Tai delivery before their scheduled drop-off at noon. The pair were finally finishing gearing up just before it was time to head out.

She looked over at the mess spread out on his bed and rolled her eyes. "You don't need four guns, Vig. You only have two hands."

"What if one of the guns gets knocked out of my hands?"

She sighed. "Okay, fine. Three guns, then you have an extra. But that's it!"

"But what if another one gets knocked out of my hands!"

"Then you're bad at your job and shouldn't be in the field." She shot him a pointed look.

"Hm." Vig wrinkled his nose in thought as he packed away the three weapons. "Note to self: don't let the bad guys take more than one gun." He finished fiddling with his gear and met her at the front door.

"Ready for this?"

She grinned at him. "This is what I live for. Let's go."

They climbed in the Sebring and headed over to the unassuming farmhouse, anxious to get the day started.

The plan was simple. First, they needed to get into the tunnels before the delivery was scheduled to arrive. They had scoped out a route the night before while exploring, so that was easy. They'd place the adhesive explosion prototypes Task Force X had included in their gear along key structure points in the tunnels.

When the Butterflies show up, they would blow up the entrance to trap them inside and then mow them down in waves until nothing was left standing. After that, they could collapse the tunnel exit once they were clear and call it a day. Just some high-tech explosions and murder. You know, simple stuff.

Setting up was the easiest part, planting the sticky-backed bombs evenly along the cavern went smoothly. Then they camped out by the car, well hidden behind the foliage, and waited for the delivery truck's arrival.

Shortly after noon, a large white delivery truck pulled up to the edge of the property. Two dozen people climbed out the back, all carrying crates full of glass jars into the house.

They waited for a few moments to ensure they wouldn't be spotted and then quickly followed after them. They knew exactly where the hatch was this time, kicking it open and dropping down to catch the delivery squad off guard.

She could barely take her eyes off him as he immediately opened fire on the group of Butterflies. He was a blur of black and teal as he expertly cleared the room, dropping half the group with ease. The noise was insane, gunfire and screams mixed with smashing glass and broken crates. The remaining people begin screeching and running down the underground maze in an attempt to escape.

That was her cue, she whipped out the prototype trigger and started setting off the bombs furthest back first. Several loud booms sounded one after the other and the tunnels began collapsing, trapping the Butterflies in an increasingly smaller space as Vigilante pushed forward.

She followed along behind him, double-tapping the downed bodies through the skull to ensure they all stayed down. She didn't even have a clear shot ahead as Vig raced after the last few stragglers.

Fucking hell, he's good at this.

He had managed to take down nearly the entire group in less than a half hour. Finally the last of the screeching stopped and he popped back into view. He walked back towards her and headed to the ladder leading back to the farmhouse.

"All clear! Let's blow this fucker up!"

She laughed a little at his obvious excitement, but hell he deserved it after that performance. She turned around and started walking back with him, pulling out the trigger to set off the last two charges. Just as she pressed the 3-second timer, her foot caught on a splintered crate and she tumbled to the floor.

She scrambled to get back up, she needed to get the hell out of range immediately. Suddenly two strong hands were wrapped around her, Vigilante tugged her off the filthy ground and around the corner just before the walls collapsed behind her.

"Holy shit!" She coughed violently as she rolled over and stared up at the roof of the nearly destroyed cavern.

Vigilante was on the ground next to her, covered in dirt. He looked over at her. "You good?"

She carefully inspected herself for any damage, minus some dirt of her own everything seemed fine. "Yeah, still all in one piece." She looked back at him. "Thanks."

He wiped off his visor and wiped the dust off his pants as he stood up. "No problem. I wasn't going to let you get blown up, that would just be stupid."

She scrambled to her feet and surveyed the damage. Everything behind them was blown to rubble, the entire system of tunnels had been reduced to a pile of rocks and dirt, effectively camouflaging all the bodies they'd left behind. She would have been one of them if Vigilante hadn't grabbed her.

"Well, I'm glad you also think me dying is stupid." She shot him a grateful smile and grabbed his arm, tugging him towards the exit they'd blocked off for their escape route. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of this mess."

"One second!" He stopped in his tracks and whipped his phone out of his pocket. Turning around, he angled his front-facing camera and snapped a picture throwing a peace sign with the collapsed rubble behind him.

"Peacemaker is gonna love this, what a great day."

She was halfway up the exit ladder with him closely behind, tucking his phone into his utility belt. After they both made it back to the car a safe distance away, she detonated the last explosive and the entrance to the tunnel collapsed in on itself, destroying a significant portion of the house's foundation along with it. She stared for a moment at the destruction, the culmination of the entire week-long mission. They'd done it, had a literal blast and successfully completed their objective. Tomorrow they'd check out of the motel and be back in Evergreen by dinner. A pang hit her stomach at the thought but she wasn't sure why.

Shoving the thoughts aside, she climbed into the passenger seat of the Sebring. Vig had just started driving them back to town when the tinny echoes of Aqua started playing from his pocket.

“Ah shit, can you grab that?”

She reached over and grabbed the cell phone out of his utility belt. Checking the display, she saw that it was Harcourt calling.

The call was quick. After informing Emilia about what they’d found and why they had needed to blow the whole thing up, she promised to file the reports quickly and it was all taken care of.

She hung up the phone and looked over at Vigilante with an unimpressed expression. "So, why the fuck is your ringtone 'Barbie Girl'?"

“Hey! Aqua is the bomb!" He was immediately defensive, under no circumstances would Vigilante tolerate Aqua slander.

"Obviously, I would never insult the legendary Europop group Aqua! I just think Barbie Girl is super overrated." She shrugged dismissively. "Dr.Jones does way more of the heavy lifting on Aquarium and never gets the same respect."

He scoffed in disgust. “Uh, hard no. Barbie Girl is the definitive Aqua single, no contest.”

"Clearly you've been concussed because you're talking absolute fucking nonsense right now." She was not going to back down from this, he was undeniably incorrect. However, the offended noises he emitted in response did not seem to agree with her.

"Look, there's only one way to settle this debate. Pass me the aux cord!" She pulled out her phone and gestured towards him.

Vig coughed awkwardly. “Uh…yeah, so the Vigilantemobile doesn't have one. Cassettes or CDs only."

"Fucking cassettes?" She wrinkled her nose. "Dude, your car sucks."

He sighed. "Yeah, I know. But it's mine, you know?" He patted the steering wheel fondly. "Anyways, just pop the glove box."

She grabbed at the latch in front of her and opened the passenger glove box. Stuffed next to some crumpled papers and napkins was a beat-up CD folder. She flipped it open and quickly located the bright blue disc they needed, Aqua's debut album Aquarium. She briefly stared down at the decades-old CD, it truly was a relic of the past, just like the Sebring.

She popped the album into the disc drive and queued up track three before grinning at him.

"Ready to lose?"

"You fucking wish." Vig took his eyes off the road for a second to address her with a deadly serious tone. “You do not get to be Barbie right now, got it?”

“Damn dude, fine. It’s all you.” She threw up her hands in deference and accepted her role as Ken.

Hiya, Barbie. Hi, Ken! You wanna go for a ride? Sure, Ken. Jump in!

She waited patiently as Vig sang out the chorus by himself. She hated to admit it but he really was nailing the song.

I'm a blonde bimbo girl in a fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock and roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky-panky

She paused for a moment after finishing her two lines of the verse.

Has Aqua always been this horny? Geez.

Vig finally finished singing along with the track and “How do you not love this song?”

“I do! It’s a great track, that was never in question. I just think it’s overrated in comparison. You’ll see.” She skipped forward a track and queued up her song.

“You can do the chorus and the dude parts but that’s it, okay?” She had her own rules for this sing-off too.

He nodded at her. “That’s fair.”

Sometimes the feelin' is right You fall in love for the first time Heartbeat and kisses so sweet Summertime love in the moonlight

It had been ages since she listened to this album but she still knew all the words by heart, Dr.Jones really was the supporting pillar of Aquarium.

Baby, I am missin' you I want you by my side And I hope you'll miss me too Come back and stay I'll think about you every day I really want you too You swept my feet right off the ground You're the love I found

Her cheeks hurt from grinning with enthusiasm as they belted out the duet verse and launched into the chorus together. There was nothing like some impromptu karaoke to cap off a brutal murder spree!

The song faded out just as Vig pulled into the motel parking lot and the pair tumbled into their room, giddy from all the adrenaline and Europop.

She kicked off her boots and unzipped her dirt-covered jacket, tossing them in a pile by the door. She was relieved her outfit underneath was still fairly clean, it had been a very messy day.

"So, are you going to change your ringtone now that we've established the superior song?" She spun around to grin at him, expecting a snappy defence of Barbie Girl but she was startled by just how close he was.

He had finished stripping off his armour and was just in his black shirt and pants standing right behind her. She took a step back to make some room between them but he stepped towards her in return, quickly invading her space. She shuffled backwards and he was almost directly in front of her when she suddenly collided with the back of the couch and nearly toppled over.

"Woah!"

His hands reached out and grabbed onto her shoulders at the same time she instinctively wrapped hers around his waist to steady herself. She was caught off guard by how warm and solid he felt under her hands. She fisted her fingers into the material of his shirt and suddenly felt something …wet?

"Uh, who's blood is this?" She awkwardly let him go and brought her hand up to show him the bright red splotches left on her skin.

"Oh, shit!" He jumped back from her and immediately tugged at his shirt, feeling out the stain she had discovered on his side. He grimaced as he felt the blood-soaked fabric and quickly stripped it off. Her eyes widened at the unexpected sight of a now half-naked Vigilante in front of her, wildly spinning around on the way to the bathroom mirror trying to inspect himself for wounds. He shut the door behind him and she heard water running for a moment.

She was still in a bit of a daze staring at the bathroom door when he came back out a few minutes later.

"False alarm, definitely not my blood but man was there a lot of it. Did I miss any?" He gestured at his still-bare torso and held his arms out, slowly spinning in a circle for her to inspect.

Oh, goddammit.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed his barely dressed body. He was in incredible shape, that's for certain. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his chest, drawing her eye across his pecs and down his abs, before hitting the waistband of his tactical pants. Frankly, she wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not that there wasn't any blood left on him.

Fuck. Okay, that's enough.

She swallowed hard and shook her head, managing to tear her gaze away from him. "You're all good." She was halfway into giving him a thumbs up before she remembered the mess on her hand.

"Gross." She murmured, looking down at the bloodstains.

"Here, let me help." Vigilante quickly grabbed something from the bathroom, walked over and grabbed her wrist. He held her hand up and gently wiped a damp washcloth across her palm, slowly washing away the blood.

She fought down a blush at how close he suddenly was, still shirtless. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She stared down at his hands working to clean her up, slightly dazed at how sweet he was being. Two hours ago, those same hands were responsible for the deaths of over a dozen people and now they were ever so softly holding hers, cleaning off his victim's blood.

He swiped the cloth over her palm one more time and then stepped back a bit. "There we go."

"Thanks."

"No problem! You should probably take your shirt off now."

Her dazed mind raced to process the sudden request. "W-what?"

He frowned in concern. "To make sure there's no blood on you?"

"Oh."

She was still entirely distracted and without thinking, moved her hand to grab the edge of her shirt. She was about to lift it over her head when Vigilante interrupted her, holding out her duffel bag in his hands.

"You should clean up and get changed, the bathroom's all yours!"

"Right, yes. Obviously. That makes sense." She dropped the hem of her top and lost the fight against blushing, turning a lovely shade of tomato red as she grabbed her bag, ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Thankfully, there wasn't much blood on her. A few small stains on her top had soaked through to her bra and she quickly stripped it off and ducked into the tub. She was towelling off from her quick shower when she heard a knock on the motel room's front door. She immediately started to panic, no one was supposed to know they were there.

She heard Vigilante's muffled voice and pressed an ear to the door. He was saying something that sounded like 'thank you' to someone and then she heard the door close.

She quickly got dressed in her last pair of clean pyjamas, her usual tank top and shorts combo, and flew out of the bathroom to assess the situation. Vigilante was standing beside the couch, still shirtless but having changed into a pair of sweatpants.

"What's going on?"

He cocked his head to the side at her in confusion. "Hm?"

"I heard someone?"

"Oh!" He reached over and held up a large brown paper bag. "I got us Chinese food!"

She stared at him blankly. "You ordered delivery… to the room no one is supposed to know we're staying in?"

He had the decency to look a little nervous at her question. "Well, we're leaving tomorrow morning and there's no one around and he didn't see anything weird so it's fine, right?"

"You don't think the delivery guy is going to remember a half-naked dude in a fucking mask?"

"He might remember me, sure, but it's not like he knows who I am! Who's he going to tell?" He put the bag down on the coffee table. "I was just trying to surprise you, today was fucking awesome and I thought we deserved a treat."

She sighed and relaxed a little, it was a nice surprise. She eyed the takeout bag appreciatively before snapping her attention back to Vigilante. "Why are you still shirtless anyways? Get dressed."

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, I can't."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Why not?"

"I'm out of clean shirts."

"You…you're out of clean shirts." She stared at him in disbelief. "How many shirts did you pack?"

"Two."

"For a week?!"

"Yes! Usually that's fine but you got gross goo on one, now the other is all bloody and I can't do anything about that now!"

He crossed his arms defensively across his chest, forcing her attention to his well-defined pecs. He wasn't seriously going to spend the whole night like this, was he?

Oh god, I'm not going to survive.

She flopped down on the couch with a sigh. "Fine, whatever. Let's just eat, I'm starving."

Vig tore open the takeout bag and began to unpack the various containers. He leaned over to grab some of the food, placing his shirtless self right in front of her face. She scooted back as far as she could, trying to resist the urge to grab his bicep and see if it was as firm as it looked. She accidentally knocked against his knee moving away and the soup container in his hands wobbled, threatening to splash over.

"Hey, watch it!" She glared at him. "If you make a mess, you're cleaning it up."

"Okay, okay!"

He steadied his hand and finished serving them both. She flicked on the TV, barely paying any attention to whatever was on but grateful for the small distraction as they ate.

She eyed the last piece of chicken in the container and glanced over at Vig. He had his eyes glued to the TV and didn't seem to notice her staring down his last bite.

What's the worst that could happen?

She darted her hand forward and speared the chicken on her fork, quickly raising it to her mouth. She had made it about halfway before he lunged at her and knocked her flat on the couch, grasping at the fork she held.

She let out a noise of outrage as his body pressed her firmly into the couch, pinning her down. She desperately tried to pull the fork out of his grip, trying her best to ignore how hard he was pressed against her. How the hell had he reacted that quickly?

"How dare you!" He hissed at her, still trying to wrestle the fork out of her hand. "That was mine and you know it."

"No way!" She protested weakly, she wasn't going to admit he was right.

"You're a thief. You know thieves need to be punished." He looked down at her, his face mere inches away from her. "At this point, you're practically begging for it."

She flushed a bright pink at his accusation, there was absolutely no way she was admitting he was right again. She tried to wrench her hand out of his grasp but failed against his strong grip. "I most certainly am no-" She stopped in surprise as their tug of war over the fork caused large blobs of sauce to fly off the utensil and splatter down her arm.

"Oh, great. Now you're making a fucking mess." She glared up at him.

He tightened his grip on her wrist and focused his gaze on the gooey drops splashed on her skin. "Well, then I better clean it up."

Her eyes widened as he leaned in closer and slowly parted his lips. The tip of his tongue flicked out and he licked a stripe up the inside of her wrist, trailing a wet line across her skin as he cleaned up the sticky mess.

Heat pooled between her legs and her heart started to race as she felt his tongue working along the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. What little of her self-control remained was dangerously close to snapping. She had spent the entire week avoiding this ridiculous tension and now she could feel every muscle, every hard edge of his torso on top of her. She couldn't give in now. She didn't hook up on the job, it was a liability. It was unprofessional. It was a risk. There was too much at stake. It was never worth it…

It's not worth it. It's …not …

She was shaken from her inner lecture when Vigilante pressed a small kiss to her wrist and turned towards her.

"There, all better."

He grinned at her and swiped his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the last of the sauce off.

Oh fuck it.

She moved her hand to grab his jaw and without giving either of them a moment to think about what was happening, she pulled him towards her and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was hard and desperate, she was pouring out the entire week’s worth of frustration into it. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip and he easily opened his mouth to let her in. He tasted like sweet and sour sauce, they probably both did.

Finally, they were forced to break away for air. The pair were left breathless and panting, staring at each other in a mix of confusion and arousal. Vigilante broke the heavy silence first.

"Don't think this will let you off the hook for stealing my food.”

She was about to protest his accusation but he ducked down for another kiss before she could speak. The fork clattered to the floor as they both dropped it, he slipped his hand behind her head instead and she moved hers to cup his jaw. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her firm in his grasp as he kissed her. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, tugging on it. She moaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with pleasure before he pulled back.

“Fuck.” He swore as he looked her over, her eyes were half-lidded and dark, her lips shiny and swollen from his kiss. "I knew you'd like that."

He shifted his weight and moved his hand from the back of her head down to her shoulder. He brushed his fingertips softly along her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Hooking his thumb under her jaw, he applied some pressure and forced her to turn her head and expose her throat to him.

"I'm biting you again."

There was no question in his tone, he was simply telling her what was about to happen. He leaned down and nipped at a spot right under her ear, smirking against her skin as he heard her breath hitch.

He whispered softly next to her ear, "That's for stealing my food."

He moved down, nuzzling against her neck before biting the side of her throat with more pressure.

"That's for not admitting you liked this last night."

Finally, he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. Without waiting, he sank his teeth hard into the soft flesh right over her pulse point. She cried out, arching against him as the sharp points of his incisors dug into her skin.

He whispered into her shoulder. "And that's because I fucking wanted to."

He planted a soft kiss over the mark he'd made to slightly soothe the sting and started to pull away from her. She shot out her hand and grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face against her before he could pull back. She could barely think straight, heat was coursing through her veins and there was only one thing she needed.

Her voice was thick and laced with desire when she finally spoke. "Don't stop."

He let out a low growl that vibrated against her skin and immediately acquiesced to her request. He nipped along her shoulder and back up her neck, a path of red marks tracing his steps. She arched up into him, feeling the warmth from his bare chest radiate through the painfully thin tank top she had on.

He kissed and bit every inch of skin he could reach, leaving scorching trails across her body. Taking full advantage of the low-cut neckline of her top, he dipped his head down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the swell of her breasts. He smirked against her skin when he felt her nipples tighten in response. She gasped when he leaned down and caught her left nipple between his teeth, the sharpness of his canines barely blunted by the thin fabric barrier.

She dug her nails into his shoulder as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, saliva soaking through her top. The ache between her thighs was growing and she knew her panties were already soaked.

He slid his hand over her hip and tugged at the hem of her top.

"Can I take this off?" He mumbled the question as he fidgeted with the edge of the soft material.

She pushed him back slightly and arched her back off the couch in response. In a single motion, she grabbed the hem and yanked the tank top over her head, throwing it across the room behind her.

"Better?"

He swallowed hard as he stared down at her, now half-naked beneath him. His gaze roved over her exposed chest, down her sternum and across her stomach before ultimately settling directly on her bare breasts.

"Fucking perfect." His voice was low and hoarse as he drank her in. He cautiously smoothed his fingertips across her skin, tracing a path up her sides and along her ribs to the undersides of her breasts. Her head tipped back and her eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a small squeak as he suddenly pinched one and he chuckled at her reaction.

"Shut up, they're sensitive." She flushed in embarrassment and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

He cocked his head to the side and softly squeezed the flesh under his hand. "Should I be gentle?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. "That's not what I said."

A grin split across his face and he squeezed her breast harder, watching her eyes roll back as she bit down on her lip. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Soft moans escaped her as she arched into his touch, his hands were calloused and rough against her skin. They were hands that got used regularly, to fight, shoot and kill, and right now, turn her insides to jelly.

She nearly bit through her lip when he caught a nipple between his teeth, biting down until she hissed and dug her nails into his shoulder. He released the tender bud and soothed it with his tongue.

He skimmed a hand down her side and across her lower abdomen until he hit the waistband of her shorts, briefly dipping his fingers past the elastic before retreating. He did it again before she huffed and pushed at his wrist, quickly shoving his hand past the band of both her shorts and underwear. He let out a short laugh at her desperation.

"You're so impatient."

As he slid his hand further down he quickly realized why she was so eager for him to touch her, groaning loudly as his fingers swiped through the absolute mess between her legs.

"Holy shit, you're soaked. How long have you been this turned on?"

Her face burned at the question. The answer was rather embarrassing at this point and she was having a hard enough time thinking straight while his fingers swirled around, teasing her slick entrance.

"Come on, answer me."

"Is this your usual interrogation technique?" She bit out a sarcastic response, trying to deflect the questioning.

"Nope. You're just special."

She bit back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her clit but still avoided giving her the friction she was craving.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "All fucking day."

"All day? Why?"

She bit her lip and avoided his curious gaze. He frowned slightly and slid the pad of his middle finger over her clit, lightly pressing against it.

"Oh, god." She threw her head back as a jolt of electricity shot through her.

"Tell me." He pressed a finger against her clit again.

Her inner resolve snapped for the second time that evening and she couldn't help but blurt out the truth. "Fine! I like watching you work."

His hand stilled and she fought the instinct to whine at the loss of movement. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yes."

He moved his fingers away and she failed to hold back another whine as her hips rocked up, desperate for more contact.

"You like watching me fight?"

He was being such a fucking tease, she couldn't take much more of this. She'd behaved all week long and now she just needed to lose herself, turn off all the thoughts in the back of her head. Her voice was low but still audible as she quietly admitted more. "Not just fight, I like watching you win."

She was about to go on when she was interrupted by him roughly capturing her lips, swallowing the loud moan she let out as he suddenly plunged a finger inside her. He quickly added a second, easily sinking them into her wet heat.

He released her mouth and started sucking marks along her neck and chest as he found a steady rhythm fucking into her with his hand, his thumb brushing against her clit as she whimpered underneath his touch. His teeth grazed against her nipple and her walls clenched around his fingers. This, this is what she needed from Vigilante right now.

She was moving against him, angling her hips to try and get his fingers in deeper. He was so close to hitting that sweet spot hidden inside but to her annoyance, his wrist was trapped by the waistband of her shorts and she couldn't quite get the relief she needed.

"Fuck, hold on one second!" She huffed and tugged on his wrist, biting back a whine as he pulled his digits from her and sat back with a confused look on his face.

"Need these off, now." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid the offending clothing off her hips. He quickly caught on and helped her pull them down her legs, flinging them somewhere into the room behind him. He shifted his position on the couch, placing his hands between her knees and slowly spread them apart.

She rested one foot on the back of the couch cushion and the other on the floor as she opened her thighs as far as she could. She was now completely naked and fully exposed to him. He groaned, red-tinted visor trained firmly on her glistening cunt. He unconsciously licked his lips at the sight before realizing there was something important he could ask her.

"Hey. Can… Can I eat your pussy?" He rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he searched her expression for a reaction.

She nearly choked on her own spit at the unexpected filth that just flew out of his mouth. He sounded like he was asking if he could have the last granola bar, not fuck her with his tongue.

It was an enticing offer she had to admit. It had been ages since she'd let someone do that, it never ended up being worth it. But he knew that already and was still offering... She watched his tongue flick out and drag across his bottom lip, his hungry gaze fixed firmly between her legs. The momentary anxiety she felt was quickly shoved to the side as the throbbing in her pussy helped her make a decision. There was just one thing she needed to make sure of.

"One condition."

"Anything."

She hesitated for a second before continuing. "Promise you'll make me cum?"

He seemed surprised by her request but quickly agreed. "That's pretty much the best part, so yeah. Absolutely."

"Say it." She caught his gaze behind the red glass of his visor and they locked eyes.

"I promise I'll make you cum with my mouth."

She sucked in a sharp breath at the way the words just rolled off his tongue nonchalantly before nodding at him, giving him the permission he needed.

He moved slowly, placing light kisses on her inner thigh as he inched his half-masked face down to her core. He gently spread her open with his fingers and she squirmed under his touch. He made an absolutely gorgeous sight between her legs, the exposed half of his face disappearing behind her thighs as he leaned in to taste her, leaving just part of his visor, black fabric, and white and teal stripes on his mask visible.

He gave a few experimental licks, humming softly with appreciation as her flavour hit his tongue. She shifted her hips under him, urging him closer. He started to swirl his tongue around, trying to find that sweet spot he had under his thumb just before.

He finally hit just the right spot, brushing the flat of his tongue against her clit and he felt her respond instantly. A loud gasp flew from her lips as her hips jerked upwards against his mouth. He wrapped an arm across her lower stomach and pressed down, trying to hold her still as he focused his attention on that sweet spot.

He relentlessly ran the tip of his tongue over her clit, relishing the noises she was making in response. She rocked her hips against him and slid a hand behind his head, trying to hold on to something as she writhed against his face. Her fingers accidentally grazed the seam at the back of his mask and he instinctively flinched, pulling back from her. She withdrew her hand as fast as she could.

"Shit, I'm sorry! I wasn't going to take it off, I just needed to hold on to something."

She panted, trying to catch her breath as she pleaded with him. She was so fucking close, she needed him to keep going. "Please, please don't stop."

His tone was cautious. "Just don't-"

"I won't. I'd never."

He slowly nodded. "Okay, I trust you."

She didn't have time to deal with the full implication of his words before he dove back between her legs with confidence. All traces of rational thought flew from her mind as his tongue plunged into her soaking pussy, eager to fulfil his promise.

She fisted her hands in the fabric of the couch as best she could as her hips lifted entirely off the cushions, grinding harder and harder against his face. Her taste flooded his mouth and he couldn't help but moan into her core, the vibrations rippling through her dripping center.

The waves of pleasure she was riding quickly started to reach the shore as Vigilante pushed her closer and closer to the edge. A barely coherent string of curses fell from her lips when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.

When he did it a second time she was sent flying over the edge, crying out and clamping her shaky thighs down around his head as she gushed all over his tongue, lips and chin. His mask rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he continued to lick at her, consuming every drop of pleasure that spilled out. When she couldn't take any more stimulation she lightly pushed at his shoulders and he finally let her go.

He sat back on his heels as he licked his lips and wiped his face clean with the back of his hand.

"Promise fulfilled?"

A lazy smile spread across her face as she basked in the afterglow of his successfully completed guarantee.

"Fuck yes."

She slowly sat up on the couch and looked over at him. She couldn't help but chuckle at the satisfied smirk that was plastered on his face, his adorable dimples on full display.

"Good. That was really fun, you taste amazing."

"Oh yeah?"

She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She could taste herself, rich and heavy on his lips and determined he was correct. She quickly deepened the kiss chasing more of it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

She sat up further and slid over to him, shoving at his shoulders to push him against the back of the couch and climbing onto his lap. She straddled him, instantly feeling his hard cock trapped through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

She placed her hand along his throat, moving her thumb under his jaw and turning his head to the side in a mirror of his earlier actions.

"Your turn."

Her voice was raspy and thick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leaned over and nipped at the soft spot under his jaw, smiling when he twitched and grabbed at her waist in response. His large hands spread across her entire back as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. She gasped as her bare chest was pressed against his, her sensitive nipples rubbing against the hard lines of his muscles.

As long as she kept touching him, there was nothing else occupying her mind but the stunning sight of the gorgeous and deadly man coming undone in front of her. Consequences be damned, she needed this. Right here, right now, she needed him.

She sank her teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder, his nails digging into her sides at the sharp pinch. She continued biting down along his throat and shoulder while her hips found a steady rhythm grinding against his cock, her bare pussy making a mess of the fabric beneath her.

She released his neck and leaned back, placing her hands on his pecs and curling her fingers to dig into his skin. She slowly raked her nails down his chest, across his pecs and abs, decorating him with bright red lines. She scraped across his nipples and he hissed, bucking his hips up into her at the momentary discomfort.

The feeling of Vigilante squirming underneath her was overwhelmingly powerful. She knew he was letting her have this, if he really wanted he could break her hold and throw her across the room. But instead, he held still and behaved, willingly taking the onslaught of her teeth and nails against his skin.

She dragged her nails back up his chest, leaving a second set of marks on him. She quickly ducked her head down and replaced her hands with her lips, trailing soothing open-mouth kisses along the angry red paths she'd etched into his skin. She took her time, licking and gently dragging her teeth along every inch of his muscled torso. She finally made her way back down the waistband of his sweatpants. She slid off his lap to settle on her knees between his legs, tugging on the material.

"You're overdressed, take these off."

He quickly hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, tugging them down to free his painfully hard cock and kicked them off to the side. She was shamelessly staring at his dick, fuck he was gorgeous. Long and reasonably thick, it would be a challenge for her but nothing impossible to handle.

"Hey, you're making that face again."

She was very confused. "What face?"

"The face where you stare at me with your mouth open. Your eyes get all glazed over, kinda makes you look like a fish."

He raised a hand and squished her cheeks together into a fishy face. She made an annoyed noise and smacked his hands away, glaring at him.

"Quit it! Do you want me to blow you or not?"

"Um. Yes?"

"Yes, what?"

She leaned forward and grasped his cock firmly at the base before leaning in to slowly lick a slow languid stripe up to the tip.

"Fuck, yes. This. Yes to this."

She slowly pumped her hand up and down his hard length while she licked around the head, watching his eyes flutter shut behind his visor.

He bucked into his hips up her grip again and groaned

She found an alternating pattern between her mouth and hand, hand wrapped around the base as she fluttered her tongue up and down the shaft as she travelled along his length.

She started to swallow more of his cock, testing how far down she could take him. He flexed his grip on her hair instinctively when he hit the back of her throat and she moaned slightly from the tension on her scalp.

"Is this okay?" He asks, voice strained. She hummed in response and his hips jerked as the vibrations rocked against his sensitive hardness. "Fuck. Can I pull harder?"

She couldn't exactly reply properly with his cock shoved down her throat but the loud moan gave him enough assurance she was fine with it.

He gripped her hair firmly and started to tug, sliding her up and down on his cock. He slowly picked up the pace, his hand fisting hard in her hair as he thrust further into her mouth and entered her throat.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, getting harsher as he used her face to bring him closer and closer to the tipping point. She moaned around him, saliva starting to drip down around her mouth and chin. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You know, I thought you were super pretty when we met and I didn't think you could get any prettier than when I made you cum, but this?"

He pushed her down til she nearly gagged, forcing her to swallow him entirely down to the base. He held her there for a moment, just watching her try not to choke.

"Fuck, you look incredible like this."

He let her go and she pulled back, trying to catch her breath. He ran a thumb along her cheek, swiping up some of the spit and rubbing it against her lips.

"Absolutely beautiful."

She braced her hands on his thighs and took a deep breath, then wrapped her mouth around him and slid his cock right back down all the way on her own. He was already teetering on the edge, ready to spill down her throat when she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him hard.

"Oh, shiiit."

He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded over her tongue. She held him in her mouth as he finished, swallowing down every last drop before she released him and watched him twitch with aftershocks, a very satisfied grin on both their faces.

He slid sideways on the couch and tugged her up from her knees, pulling her on top of him. She melted into his embrace and curled up in his arms with a contented sigh. He couldn't hold still, running his hands over every inch of her he could reach and pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and neck. As long as this never stopped, everything would be fine.

She wasn't keeping close track of the time, laying in a foggy haze of pleasure, but after what felt like an impossibly short moment, she felt his cock twitch to life against her side.

"...are you getting hard again?"

"Uh, yeah? Obviously. You're extremely hot. And also naked. It's kind of unavoidable."

She flushed at the compliment. "I just meant it's really soon after you already came."

He blinked at her a few times. "It's been at least fifteen minutes, that's plenty."

She shook her head, making another mental note for the 'weird shit about Vigilante' file when she felt his cock nudge her side again and made a decision. She carefully extricated herself from his hold and stood up, reaching out a hand out to him.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"Oh, okay yeah. I guess you're tired. That makes sense." He looked up at her, eyes trailing up her body to her face but getting stuck halfway up her chest, focusing on her tits instead.

"No! Vig." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Not for sleeping."

"...then for what?"

"You. In bed. With me. Together. Awake."

She stood there naked in front of him speaking patiently, staring at his erection and waiting for him to connect the dots.

After a brief pause, he finally had a lightbulb moment of realization. "Oh! Holy shit, yes."

She nodded and he scrambled off the couch, scooping her off her feet and quickly carrying her over to the bed. He promptly dropped her down in the middle of the mattress

She giggled a little at his enthusiasm as she bounced on impact against the soft surface. She scooted back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs apart. He couldn't help but moan at the sight of her on full display for him, open wide and waiting.

As he crawled up the bed to meet her, she focused on the pitch black of his mask and the strip of red glass hiding his eyes. The dark armour was in such sharp contrast to the rest of his exposed and naked form. She was fully exposed to him but he could only show her almost everything about himself. That was more than enough for now.

He gripped the base of his cock and pumped it into his hand a few times before leaning over her. He started teasing the head against her slick folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Viiiig…" She whined, grabbing at his upper arms.

"Yes?" He tapped his cockhead against her clit and smirked when her hips jolted.

"Stop teasing me!"

"You want me to stop, hm?" He held still for a moment and laughed at her when she immediately pouted up at him.

She bucked her hips forward, desperately trying to nudge his cock further in. "Don't you fucking dare."

He chuckled again and pulled his hips back, thwarting her efforts.

"Calm down. I'm just trying to warm you up, I don't want to hurt you."

She huffed in frustration. "I can take it, just fuck me already!"

He looked at her closely as she glared up at him. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark, pupils blown out wide with a hungry expression.

"You sure?"

The corner of his lips twitched up into that godforsaken grin. He slid his cock against her folds one more time before lining up his hard length at her entrance. He didn't want to hurt her but if she insisted, well…

She bucked her hips towards him again and practically yelled. "Yes!"

"Alright. Just remember, you asked for it."

He pushed all the way in with a single thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her within seconds. She shrieked at the sharp sting as he stretched her wide open and quickly bottomed out deep inside.

Her noises quickly melted into whimpers and her eyes rolled back as the pain faded and the complete and utter fullness of having him sheathed fully inside her overwhelmed her.

"Damn. I guess you can take it." He held still as she squirmed against him.

"Honestly, I wasn't sure I'd fit. You're so fucking tight. You know what they say, tiny hands, tiny pus-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll fucking shoot you." She reached out and wrapped a hand around his throat as she hissed out the threat.

He was going to wait patiently, give her a few moments to adjust, but that's certainly not what she wanted right now.

"Move, now." She squeezed the sides of his neck along with her demand. For a moment she worried she may have gone too far as he completely froze under her grip but she watched carefully as the outline of his eyes fluttered shut behind his visor and his fingertips dug harder into her thighs with a barely audible whimper escaping his lips.

He started to roll his hips against her, ever so slowly dragging his cock along her walls.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck, yes." Her voice was breathless and raw, and her grip on his neck loosened as she threw her head back against the pillows.

He took the opportunity to wrench her hand away from his neck and grab her other hand, pinning them both beside her head. He leaned over, pressing his chest flat against hers and caging her against the mattress with his body. He peppered small kisses all along her cheek, jaw and throat, anywhere he could reach.

"I meant it, by the way." He panted out, looking down at her. "So fucking tight."

His weight on top of her pinned her to the mattress along with her hands, she was unable to do anything but take what he was giving her. He picked up the pace, the sound of her moans spurring him on.

He couldn't help but smile at the absolute vision underneath him. She was taking him so well, crying out with each thrust and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at him with glassy eyes.

"So fucking perfect."

He suddenly snapped his hips up harshly, bottoming out and grinding his hips against her.

"Fuck, Vig!" She practically screamed as she writhed against him.

He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he listened to her shout.

"Hey, do me a favour?"

She squinted at him, this was a pretty strange time to ask for favours. "Uh, okay?"

"Next time you scream my name, can you say the whole thing?"

She puffed out her cheeks, now glowing red with embarrassment. "I am not screaming!"

He cocked his head to the side. "You sure?" His grin widened. "Does that mean you can get louder?"

"I-I…" She stuttered, failing to come up with a reply.

"Yeah? You gonna scream for me?"

Something daring sparked in her eyes as she looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Make me."

His expression turned downright predatory as he stared at her and her heart sped up at the dangerous look. He released her hands from beside her head and leaned back. He slid his palms along the backs of her thighs up behind her knees, and he slowly pressed her legs further into the mattress.

"You asked for it." His voice was barely above a whisper but carried the same dangerous tone as his face.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he set a punishing pace, every thrust shoving her further into the mattress. The new angle let his cock hit deeper inside her, brushing against her G-spot and making her feel impossibly full.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she clung to him, desperately raking her nails over his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every pump of his hips, her tender nipples rubbing back and forth against his chiselled chest, sending pure fire through her veins.

He bit down on her shoulder and she yelped, her cunt clenching around him. He groaned as her walls squeezed him tightly, his harsh grip on her hips digging bruises into her flesh.

"That's it, as loud as you can."

At this point, she wasn't sure which was louder, the sounds of pleasure he was wringing from her or the creaking springs of the shitty motel bed.

He slammed his hips back into her and fucked her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He hit just the right spot at the exact moment he clamped his teeth hard around her breast, right over her nipple. The mix of delicious pleasure and sharp pain caused her to shriek the loudest she could.

"Atta girl."

He placed kisses all along her chest and up her neck, mumbling half-hearted nonsense into her skin. She caught random words through the haze of her pleasure.

"So pretty…"

"…feel so good."

"So fucking loud."

Beads of sweat dripped down his temples, his mask sticking to his forehead as he kept up the pace and sent them both hurtling toward the finish line.

"Where do you want…?"

She could barely form coherent thoughts but managed to choke out an answer. "Inside."

He groaned loudly, his hips stuttering and eyes rolling back behind his visor at the suggestion.

"Seriously? Are you sure?"

"It's fine, I'm -ahh- …it's safe!"

She locked her ankles behind him and pulled him as close as possible, holding him in place inside her. Her nails dragged across his back and shoulders, leaving angry red scratches as she pressed every inch of herself against him.

He sunk his teeth into her shoulder in a vicious bite, right over top of the small mark he had left there the night before. The shock sent her flying over the edge, walls tightly fluttering around his cock as she screamed his name and shattered in his arms.

He continued to fuck her through her high, trying desperately to hold on and drag it out as long as possible for the both of them. She felt like heaven and he never wanted to leave.

She was going to scream herself hoarse if he kept going at this rate, so she bit down on his shoulder to muffle herself. He whimpered loudly as she caught the hard muscle between her teeth and she felt his hips stutter as his pace finally started to falter.

"Come on." She whispered encouragement into his neck, "Cum for me, Vigilante." She drew out each syllable of his chosen name breathlessly in his ear before she leaned down and sunk her teeth into the side of his throat.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" He practically howled as he came undone, emptying his aching cock deep inside her. She held him close, peppering kisses along the bite marks she'd left as he went limp in her arms.

He slowly eased his softening cock out and collapsed on the bed beside her, careful not to crush her under his weight. They both lay there for a moment, shaky and sweaty, trying to catch their breath as they floated back down to Earth together.

"You're sure this was okay?" He had sat up and his gaze was firmly lowered on her exposed pussy, drenched in a mix of their cum.

She nodded. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. No kids."

He only hummed softly in response, clearly distracted by the sight in front of him. He leaned over and brushed his fingers against her dripping cunt, smearing his cum against her clit. She twitched, still slightly sensitive and he slowed his pace.

"You're making a mess." She couldn't help but smile a little as she watched his awestruck expression staring at the mess leaking out of her.

Another quiet hum was the only response he gave as he continued to run his fingers through the mix of their combined fluids.

She gave him another moment or two before gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

"That's enough of that, I need to clean this up." She tugged his hand up to her mouth and quickly stuck his fingers in her mouth. He watched in wide-eyed silence as she licked them clean. She released them with a small pop only when no trace of their mess remained.

"Hand me the tissues?"

Vig snapped out of his trance, wordlessly grabbing the box sitting on the nightstand and handing it to her before flopping down on the mattress next to her.

"Give me twenty minutes and we can do that again." He quickly glanced down at the glistening mess between her thighs. "Maybe ten…"

She rolled her eyes as she cleaned herself up. "Again, seriously? Are you sure you don't have superpowers?"

He just laughed and started trailing kisses down her neck, following the path of the bites he had decorated her with. She swatted his face away from her body before he started something she was way too tired to finish. After the day they'd had, she was absolutely exhausted. She rolled over to face him and before she could say anything she failed to contain a wide yawn.

"I think it's bedtime." She carefully extricated herself from his embrace and got off the bed. "Come on, Vig."

"I'm already in bed though?"

She glanced down at the sweat (and other fluids) soaked covers crumpled on the bed he was laying on.

"We kind of ruined the sheets on this one. I'm not going to make you sleep in the wet spot, we'll just share." She climbed into the other twin bed and pulled back the covers, motioning for him to join her.

She moved over as much as she could but there still wasn't much space. Vigilante stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed fidgeting with the duvet.

"You alright?"

"Um, I just …don't usually don't get to stay for this part." He admitted as he cautiously climbed onto the bed next to her.

She snorted at his shyness, finding it deeply amusing that the man who just came inside her was being so awkward about some cuddling. Rolling over to her side, she reached over and gently took one of his arms, pulling it under her head before taking the other and draping it over her waist. She tried her best to reassure him.

“You can touch me, it's okay.”

He shifted a little behind her. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Just don- oof!" She was cut off mid-sentence as he wrapped his arm around her middle and yanked her backwards into his chest. He held her firmly against him and buried his face in her shoulder, folding around her like a cocoon.

"…don't move around too much." She managed to finish her sentence.

"Okie doke." He mumbled in response.

She smiled into the pillow at his silly tone and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body as he held her. "Goodnight, Vigilante."

He placed a small kiss on her shoulder before fidgeting with his mask, then he settled back against the pillows.

"Goodnight."

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Finders Keepers Ch 17. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: SMUT, PIV, a little bit rough but, like, in a romantic way, author once again refusing to acknowledge she has a hand covering mouth during sex kink

Summary: At Seafarer's Beacon you feel stuck in limbo. McLaggen is determined to do something to give you purpose again.

A/N: I'm sorry I teased a little subby moment with McLaggen at the end of the last chapter but this chapter took so many rewrites because it turns out I don't have a dominant bone in my body so you'll need to pretend it happened off-screen. Anyway...

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Chapter 17: Purpose

You spot a tiny white spatter on the t-shirt you’re wearing as you finish brushing your teeth before bed in the bathroom. It’s clean. Or at least was until your spearmint toothpaste marked it. Freshly laundered so it doesn’t smell like him in the way you’d prefer. The shoulders are too broad. The seams hang loosely around your arms. But the old Gryffindor Qudditch training top fits you like you’re wearing a piece of his soul.

“I’ve got toothpaste on your top,” you remark absently to McLaggen next door in the bedroom.

It’s not like you’ve said something profound but when McLaggen doesn’t reply it sticks out like a splinter. You often bat snippets of unremarkable things to each other, like two beaters at bludger practice. If he finds something useful from a book from his uncle’s collection, he just reads it aloud and says “I should remember that,” instead of writing it down. As if imprinting the words on you means he’ll commit it to memory.

But when he doesn’t fire something back, you open the bathroom door. He’s sitting shirtless in his plaid pyjama bottoms. Even though it’s the coldest Christmas Eve that you ever remember experiencing, your bedroom at the top of the lighthouse is warm. Heat from the hearth in the kitchen on the bottom floor rises the whole way through Seafarers Beacon, making everything feel warm and cosy. You tilt your head, waiting for him to lower the copy of this morning’s Daily Prophet but he doesn’t notice you standing in the doorway - he’s holding it so high that it’s covering his face.

“Are you still reading that?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

You glance at the white, frosty landscape outside the window as you wander over and climb into bed beside him, reading over his shoulder. The development he’s reading about isn’t significant - a short paragraph assuring the wizarding community that repairs to Azkaban are ongoing - but there’s a tiny quote from his dad that he read out to you this morning. And he’s been reading and re-reading all day, ever since his eyes first landed on it on the kitchen table while the rest of you were talking and buttering toast.

“I’m sorry you can’t see your mum and dad tomorrow.”

It’s not that you’ve been having an unpleasant time at Seafarer’s Beacon. But Christmas here has felt like a strained effort to replicate Christmas at home, or even, to some extent, Christmas at Hogwarts. Marietta has spent the past few days decorating the kitchen at the bottom landing of the lighthouse. Paper snowflakes whirl around the empty space in the middle of the empty space between the staircase spiralling around the outer walls and up the seven floors.

“It’s fine,” McLaggen says and clears his throat. “I’m okay.”

“It’s not fine.” You rest your hand on his arm and he lets the Daily Prophet fall to his lap, still staring at the small paragraph with his dad’s words. “I wish I could see my mum and dad too - it’s okay for us to be sad about it.”

He nods. “I know - I miss them. Especially after reading about Dad today. But this time of year makes me… I - I dunno. It’s complicated. I still haven’t really forgiven him for handing you over.”

“Cormac -” you hesitate. “- your dad… he did what he had to do. I forgive him for choosing to save you and your family over me - someone who’s practically a stranger. I mean, if I was in his position…?”

He presses his palms hard into his eyes. Usually so bright and green, tonight they’re bloodshot. “You’d really make a choice like that?”

“All I know is that right now, I’d do whatever it takes to keep us safe.”

“All of us,” he affirms, sitting up properly.

“Well… yes -” You say slowly. “But if it comes to it, what I meant was you and I.”

“Don’t talk like that. We’re all in this together.”

“Cormac, you had to choose between me and Eddie when you had to get one of us out of Azkaban -”

“That was different.”

“Every single time we’re faced with a difficult decision it’s different. It was different for you. Different for your dad. We’re in the middle of a war and that’s how war is.”

McLaggen tosses the newspaper aside. “I just wish we could do something. Something to win the war. I feel useless stuck in here.”

“I don’t think there is.”

Because you’ve already racked your brains. You and McLaggen have had this conversation several times already.

Both breakouts from Azkaban have rendered you almost completely isolated from the outside world. Now that Marietta and McLaggen are both assumed kidnapped, your insider knowledge of the Ministry has been shut off. With Krum and Davies here, you’ve got no idea what’s happening internationally. The only real source of information you have that isn’t Ministry propaganda is Potterwatch, and aside from reporting deaths and other swathes of bad news, they don’t seem to have much more information than you do holed up here.

“What about the snatchers they mentioned on Potterwatch? Couldn’t we go after them?” he asks.

“And what are we supposed to do with them? We can’t hand them in to the aurors. It’s not like they’re doing anything illegally - this is all Ministry sanctioned,” you remind him.

“I was more thinking along the lines of teaching them a lesson.”

“What? Like, kill them?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Nah just scare them - rough them up a little.”

“Cormac, we’re not gonna start dealing out vigilante justice. And especially not when half of us are Undesirables. It could go seriously wrong.” You tilt your head, feeling slightly worried that being so cooped up, being away from his parents and the rest of the outside world is making him want to behave recklessly. “And you’re supposed to be kidnapped, remember? If you’re seen outside again people will get suspicious. All we can do is wait,” you say softly, touching your lips against his bare shoulder. “Wait here and stay safe.”

He shakes his head. “We should be training. Like when Potter was in charge of Dumbledore’s Army. Duelling. Practising defensive spells. If we’re prepared then maybe, just maybe, none of us will have to make a difficult choice about who to save.”

You nod and rest your head on your white down pillow, looking at him as you lie on your side. “Let’s start the day after tomorrow. First thing on Boxing Day.”

“Yeah?” He cocks an eyebrow as if he was worried you’d think it was another bad idea.

“Yeah, it’ll give us something useful to do - I’m kind of sick of doing nothing.” You sigh. “Being here has made me realise how slowly time passes without Quidditch… I wish there was enough room to fly properly.”

Cormac rests his head on the pillow too, lying on his back and looking up at the curved, coral ceiling thoughtfully. His brow is slightly furrowed in concentration.

“I could try to work out how to extend the perimeter of the Fidelius Charm?”

“You can do that?” You blink. Your heart soars at the idea that you might be able to feel the wind in your hair again.

“I mean, it definitely won’t be easy but - yeah, I think so. I’ll get it sorted if it’d make you happy. Who knows how long this war will last? You might as well have someplace to fly.”

God, he’s so sweet.

You don’t say anything else. You don’t need to. Instead you curl into the crook of his arm and you both drift off. You, wrapped in his arms as your dreams take you to the sky once more.

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Training breathes new life into Seafarer’s Beacon. Everyone is invigorated by the opportunity to do something that isn’t just lounging around, existing. You’re Dumbledore’s Army, after all. You’re part of the resistance.

McLaggen and Eddie spend days working out how to do an extremely complex piece of magic to extend the perimeter of the Fideleus charm so you have space to fly. You think you could cry when you get onto your broom and fly properly for the first time since your mission to Azkaban.

Marietta gets to work transfiguring a scarecrow into a working duelling dummy and creating so many duplicates you feel like you’re facing a small army when you step into the garden one spring afternoon.

Cho scours the Daily Prophet - her curious intellect and keen eye for detail help her read between the lines to make sense of what’s really happening. She sends coded letters with her theories to Lee Jordan so he can confirm them with his contacts and inform Potterwatch listeners. You all huddle around the radio every other night and you squeeze her hand when Lee’s reporting follows her leads.

Katie and Leanne find that there’s more than just fiction in McLaggen’s uncle’s old bookcase and find an extensive collection of defensive spells and healing potions that can be used in combat. They forage herbs in the lighthouse’s magical garden and order rarer potion ingredients by owl post.

You, Krum and Davies, put everyone through flying drills until even Marietta is confident on a broom. Everyone practises casting curses while flying - it’s much harder to keep balance than it looks. When Krum finds out just how talented a Seeker Cho is, you can practically see little hearts forming in his eyes. When you toss an apple her way one day in the kitchen and she catches it one-handed without even looking, you think Krum might propose to her then and there.

Even as the months slip by, the Ministry is taking your threat about breaking into Azkaban again seriously. There have been no more Muggleborns sent to prison. And you tell yourself that as long as you’re here, and the Ministry knows you’ll retaliate, you’re doing something to help win this war.

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“See anything?” asks McLaggen, one late May evening as the two of you finish clearing up the garden after duelling practice. You can hear the others in the kitchen having final cups of tea before bed except for Cho who had to run upstairs to wash her hair after you sent such a powerful disarming spell your way that she’d ended up flat on her back in the rather muddy vegetable patch.

“I think something might have cracked a window pane on the greenhouse?” You suggest as you wave your wand over a heavily battered and burned duelling dummy. “Reparo!”

“On it,” says McLaggen, wandering over to assess the damage. “...I can’t see anything” He calls from behind the greenhouse.

“I definitely heard something smash,” you say, frowning at a slightly squashed courgette in the vegetable patch and making a mental note to cast a protective charm over them next time you’re practising in the garden. “I hope it’s not one of the lighthouse windows.”

You follow the garden path around past the greenhouse to find McLaggen standing at the other side of Seafarer’s Beacon, pointing his wand at a window. Beautiful, warm light cascades across his handsome face. It’s late evening but the sun still hasn’t set.

“Found it. It was a window. Easily fixed though,” he says, lowering his wand and turning to face you. “You’re getting much better at duelling by the way. That last one with Cho was pretty evenly matched.”

“I’m just glad I’m not the worst anymore. I think I’m better than Marietta now. Maybe Eddie too - on a good day.”

“Not everything has to be a competition,” laughs McLaggen before kissing the top of your head and pulling you into his chest.

“That’s easy for you to say when you’re winning. You’re the best at duelling,” you grumble, although you’re not jealous. The thought is a comforting one, you think as you close your eyes and inhale his dark, spicy scent.

“No, I think Krum is probably the best,” says McLaggen thoughtfully.

You look up at him. “Y’know when I first met you, I don’t think you’d ever have admitted someone was better than you at something,” you tease.

He chuckles softly. The garden hums with the sounds of nature as McLaggen holds you to his chest and stares out at the amber sky as the sun sets over the sea, interrupted only by the distant echo of laughter from the kitchen from inside - the unmistakable noises of the others joking together before they retire to bed.

“Thank you for doing all this,” you tell him. Just being on a broom has - ironically - grounded you. It’s made everything feel alright again. And now that you’re spending every day outside in the fresh air and every night insight surrounded by your new found family, the shadows of Azkaban have long left your face.

“It wasn’t just me. Eddie helped with the Fidelius Charm -”

“Not just the Fidelius Charm. For giving us all purpose again. And somewhere safe to stay.”

“It’s my Uncle’s house -”

"You know -" you cut across him, " - when you volunteered to apparate home with Mary Cattermole, I was furious with you because I was scared." Your eyes meet his green ones, finding the warmth and strength that’s become so familiar. "But I should have expected it from you. You always go way beyond what any ordinary person would do in that sort of situation. And I mean, for goodness sake, who else out there can say their boyfriend got them out of Azkaban?"

McLaggen exhales in an embarrassed sort of way and turns his head back from the window. “It’s not - I mean when you say it like that it sounds much more impressive than it is. I’m just doing what anyone else would do. ”

"Most people would save their own skin.” You put your hand directly above his heart, feeling it beating through his chest. "That fact we’re all still alive isn’t because of this lighthouse. It's because of who you are,” you tell him fiercely.

You look up at him, bathed in the warm light from the sun against the backdrop of the whitewashed lighthouse. He looks down at you with an oddly reminiscent look on his face.

“You’re more like yourself again.”

You nod. The past few months have made you feel like you’re the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain again. You love getting to fly with Cho and Davies again. It’s just like old times. But you never dreamed you’d be flying with Viktor Krum, never mind have him actually take direction from you when you yell mid-air about flying formations for combat.

Cormac curls a finger under your chin and kisses you. You link your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close to him. Everything slots together perfectly. Well, almost perfectly - you need to stand on your tiptoes but to you, that just makes him more perfect. Like he’s your missing piece of a puzzle.

He parts his lips and your tongue finds his. Your fingers become entwined in Cormac’s messy curls as you press your hips into his. The world outside the Fidelius Charm might be chaotic, fraught with fear and devastation and death but in this pretty, seaside garden where the evening light warms your back as you kiss Cormac, you have the sanctuary of each other.

Cormac’s large hands roam the curve of your waist under your t-shirt and you feel callouses on his palms and fingertips from so much flying and duelling. And you know he believes if you all train enough none of you will ever fall in the war. He trains so hard because he thinks that if he does when the time comes, he can protect everyone. Save everyone.

And you hope beyond hope that you’ll never need to put your training to use. But you’ve been listening to Potterwatch every night. The tone has been subtly shifting since your giggled huddling and listening back before Christmas. You know things are getting worse out there. Something in the air tells you that you’re going to have to act - and soon.

But not right now.

Right now all you want to think about is each other.

“You know, you don’t have to be so selfless all the time,” you say, unfastening Cormac’s belt and getting to your knees on the grass in front of him. Fuck, he looks even taller like this.

He wastes no time helping you and pulls his cock out from his boxers. You blink up at him, taking a shuddering breath when you see him - already thick and hard and ready for you. Even after all this time together, your stomach flips when you’re reminded that his cock is just as beautiful as he is. You take him in your hands and place tiny kisses along the underside of his length.

“You can let me do things too,” you whisper, his tip just brushing your lips as you breathe the words. Cormac leans his head back against the curved exterior wall.

You can’t take your eyes off him as you slowly wrap your lips around his head and circle it with your warm, hot tongue. The light makes every hair visible on the small strip of skin on his lower abdomen, shining and golden. The tiny freckles on his arms are getting darker now the early summer sun has been cascading down on you while you’ve been training in the garden.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he tells you, threading his hands through your hair. He’s messing it up but the ache between your legs is pulsing too pleasantly for you to care. It would almost be distracting if you weren’t so preoccupied with sucking and swirling your tongue around him. “My pretty girl.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes as he swallows thickly and leans his head back. His adam’s apple is visible as he swallows back a steadying breath. Just seeing him enjoying the feel of your hot, wet mouth makes you moan around him. The vibrations make his eyes snap back towards you just in time for him to watch you swallow his entire length down your throat. His grip tightens in your hair when he bottoms out and lets out a groan.

You don’t hold back. You press your head down as much as you can, blocking your own airways and feeling saliva dripping down your chin as his cock fills your mouth up. Cormac gently pulls back, letting you briefly take a gulp of air but the way you eagerly take him again makes him pant harder, his shoulders rising and falling with his breathing as you work your mouth.

“Fuck, let me fuck you.” You detach from him with a gasp and shake your head, blinking back tears. His grip tightens. “I don’t want to cum. Not yet.”

“Be selfish for once. Finish here. Please,” you say through laboured pants as you jerk him off in your hand and present your tongue. You go to take him in your mouth again but he grabs your upper arm.

“I am being selfish.” Cormac hoists you to your feet. Before you know it, you’re being spun around and pressed up against the wall. You feel the bumpy whitewash paint under your palms when he whispers in your ear from behind. “You think I want to fuck you as a favour to you or something?”

His hands unbutton your jeans and he pulls them and your underwear down over your ass. You’re able to turn your head just enough to see him casting his eyes over your body with that appraising smirk that makes you fold every fucking time you see it. It’s been over a year and a half since that stupidly gorgeous dimpled smile made you feel butterflies in a way you hadn’t expected. Just that look is still enough to make you feel like you’ve been knocked off your broom.

And to him, the way you look right this second - dishevelled and pouting because you’re not getting your own way - is equally captivating. Everyone thinks you’re the loud, domineering one in the relationship and that it’s him who goes along with whatever you say. But Cormac doesn’t care what they think because he knows the truth of it. Even when you take the reins, climbing on top of him or setting the pace, all it takes is a single whispered word from him, or his hand gently guiding you at your lower back that keeps your dynamic exactly how he likes it.

And here you are once again, as malleable as if he’s used a softening charm on you.

Before you realise what’s happening Cormac’s tongue sucks your earlobe as he presses your body between his and the wall. You open your mouth to argue but instead take a sharp inhale when he slaps your ass, followed quickly by his hands groping and massaging all over your body - going from squeezing your backside to groping your tits and back again like he doesn’t have enough hands to touch you everywhere he wants to at once.

“I - I wanted to make you cum with my mouth,” you complain as he pushes your bra up to pinch your nipple between two fingers but you don’t protest any further - you’re too turned on to care. From how flush he’s pressed against you, you can feel his hard cock pressed up against your backside, wet with your saliva and his precum.

You’d think after a hard day of training, Cormac would be exhausted - that he’d have no testosterone left in his body. But you know from experience over the past few months that this isn’t the case. You’re not sure whether it’s seeing you fight that turns him on or if his ego is slightly bruised from having Krum as fierce duelling competition - either way, he comes to bed most evenings murmuring sweet things in your ear and slipping his Gryffindor training tshirt off our your body before you’ve barely had a chance to wear it.

This evening is only different because he can’t wait until you’re back in your bedroom to have you. He kisses your neck and draws the tips of his fingers along your slit, dragging your wetness over your clit.

“I couldn’t let that happen. Not when all I can think about is how wet this cunt is for me,”

You let out a low, shaky breath. Fuck, you love it when he gets in this mood. He’s so filthy. Talking to you like how you sort of expected he would when you first met him. Before you found out how sweet and soft he is.

Usually.

Fuck.

Your legs twitch involuntarily when Cormac drags the pad of his middle finger across your clit and dips it through your sopping-wet folds. You can’t move much but you can’t stop your hips from grinding with his fingers, chasing the feeling of him toying with you.

“Yes. Ah fuck - yes,” you squeal as he draws the words from you with his touch.

“Shh, shh, shh…” He soothes, tutting gently. He pulls his wet fingers back over your clit, swirling in circles around the throbbing clutch of nerves. “The others are through the wall. You need to be quiet.”

As if testing you, his wet strokes over your clit pick up pace - his calloused fingers feel so deliciously wet and rough all at once. You whine pathetically.

“Can’t you - oh, god, can’t you cast a sound-dampening charm?” you whimper, your fingers searching for something to grip. Your palms just claw helplessly against the surface of the exterior wall as his chest presses into your back.

“I don’t think so. I think you need to show me you can be good.”

You squirm but there’s nowhere you can move while you’re pressed between him and the wall. “I will. I’ll do whatever you say,” you pant. The pads of Cormac’s fingers continue pressing circles the pressure building inside you as your walls clamp around nothing. You need him - you need his fingers, his cock - fuck, anything inside you. “Just fuck me. Please, Cormac.”

You know the drill. You know he loves hearing his name. Having you beg for his cock. And you’re running out of time - your twitching and convulsing is picking up pace. “Q-q-quick, please, I want to cum on your cock.”

Cormac’s hands leave your body so he can take his cock and tease you between your folds. You feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and whine. Fuck, you need to cum. You bring your hand between your legs to start rubbing yourself in his absence but he moves your hand out of the way.

“Keep your hands where they were.”

You place your palms flat against the wall, splaying your fingers, and feel your knees buckle when Cormac sheathes himself into you with one forceful roll of his hips.

He curls one arm around your chest and the other slips down your body to play with your clit as he jerks his hips up, each thrust sends his hips smacking against your skin.

The burning ache in your pelvis crackles and fizzes inside you while Cormac fucks you. Your hands scrabble against the wall and you feel chalky, white paint crumbling under your fingernails as the walls of your cunt spasm, grateful for Cormac’s long, thick cock to grip onto.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” The curse tumbles from your lips. You’re so boxed in that your cheek presses against the rough surface of the wall. All you can do is close your eyes and fucking take the way that Cormac is brutally slamming himself into your tight heat while his hand dances perfect, rhythmic circles over your clit.

You seize up and cry out and the arm that Cormac had wrapped around your chest claps over your mouth, pulling your head back and dampening your wailing. “Let it all out for me - quietly,” he growls in your ear.

There’s a drop like when you descend in the air on your broom too quickly - your body reacting after your brain. Your core plummets and everything implodes as you sob against his palm, melting into his touch.

“Good - that’s it, baby,” he says, more softly this time as your orgasm, blinding hot, makes your cunt convulse and clamp around him.

You cum so hard that you think your legs give way - you can’t tell because his strong body pushing yours against the wall keeps you upright. Tingles spasm from your core right down the backs of your thighs.

Cormac groans too. He moves his hand from your mouth so he can push his hips against your ass and shove his twitching cock as far as it can go inside you. When you whisper his name shakily and tell him you love him, he’s done for. Warmth floods your insides as he cums, filling you up as he grunts into the column of your throat against your racing pulse.

Even as you’re pressed up against the wall with his cum leaking out of you, you feel like he belongs here with you. Not in the lighthouse - or against the lighthouse - necessarily. Just here. Inside you. With nothing but the sounds of your heaving breathing and waves crashing against the cliffs in the distance to interrupt you.

Eventually, his mouth breaks into a smile against your skin and his laugh tickles your neck.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“We’ve got a perfectly good bed upstairs and we’re still sneaking around like we used to do under the Quidditch stands at school.”

He pulls out of you carefully and offers you his t-shirt to clean up the mess. You decide it’d be less conspicuous to wash your jeans and underwear in the laundry tomorrow morning than for McLaggen to return back inside suddenly missing a t-shirt.

“We never did that under the Quidditch stands,” you say, turning around and leaning your back against the wall so you can button up your jeans. “We’d have been expelled if we were caught.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Madam Hooch would have been totally fine if she caught us just doing hand stuff,” he grins.

“Well, we were stupid back then,” you laugh.

“It was fun though. I kind of miss those Quidditch stands.”

“Even when we’re old and married and I’m winning the Quidditch World Cup. I’ll want to meet you under the stands afterwards to celebrate.”

“Yeah, right. If I wait for Scotland to win the Quidditch World Cup for our next fumble under the stands, I’ll die without ever doing it again.”

“You really think I won’t go out of my way to win the Quidditch World Cup just to prove you wrong?”

“Anyone else? No. But you? I’m counting on it.”

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When you quietly come back inside the back door to the empty kitchen, you insist on making a cup of tea for yourself and a cup of coffee for McLaggen while he goes upstairs - you insisted that he needs to let you do something for him for once. That beautiful post-sex warmth nestles into your chest and makes between your legs ache pleasantly. Nothing can go wrong when you feel like this. You boil the kettle and set to finding yours and McLaggen’s favourite mugs in the cupboard when a yell from upstairs makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Cho?!” It’s McLaggen’s voice. The urgency in his voice makes the hair stand up on the back of your arms.

You run to the bottom of the spiral staircase and skid to a halt, looking up at all the seven floors winding above you. You crane your neck upwards to see McLaggen on the topmost floor looking over the bannister - a small, gold something glints in his hand. A galleon?

“Cormac? Did you see?” Katie’s head appears diagonally across from McLaggen on the floor below. She looks down at you standing in the middle of the kitchen and then up to McLaggen at the top of the lighthouse.

“Whazgoin’on?” yawns Davies, coming out of his bedroom opposite Katie’s. “Are the others back from Puddlemere?”

“Not yet. But they’re about to be.” Leanne pads out onto the landing directly above you in her pyjamas, closely examining a galleon in the palm of her hand. “Merlin’s pants…”

“Mine just came through too!” Marietta too appears outside her bedroom door, followed by a bleary-eyed Carmichael. She looks up at Katie, Davies and McLaggen.

“Guys, this is it,” says Cho leaning over the bannister across from McLaggen. Krum curiously joins her, looking equally as puzzled as you are.

“Can someone please explain what is going on!?” you bellow from the bottom of the staircase as if calling everyone to attention in Quidditch practice.

“It’s our coins from when we were in the D.A. The old D.A., I mean,” says Marietta. “It’s what we used to find out when the next meetings were.”

“And? What do they say?”

“It’s Neville Longbottom. He says they’re getting ready to fight at Hogwarts and that we’ve to join them,” says Cho.

“Fight?” Your stomach drops. “Fight who? Why?”

“Only one way to find out,” McLaggen replies as you look up at him in disbelief.

He nods at you reassuringly and you take a deep breath. This is what you’ve been preparing for after all, right? It’s not just pretend. You’re simultaneously more and less prepared than when you broke into Azkaban. You’re much better in combat now but god, you need a plan. More details. Something you can control.

You nod. “Alright. Well, we’ll get some rest and meet up first thing tomorrow with Wood and the others so we can come up with -”

“No,” says McLaggen. “Now. They’re fighting now. We need to leave. Right now.”

You look up at him. Absurdly, all you can think now is that you really need to change your jeans.

Chapter 18: Calling

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