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When the metal rooftop door swung open, laughter and ringing of half-empty beer bottles clashing together in the name of ceremony greeted you promptly.
The air was unfriendly and icy on your skin, provoking you to massage your arms for warmth while you strode over timidly to your obnoxiously loud companions. Their faces brightened and your presence seemed to only make their squeals deafening. You hadn't expected them to be so joyful to be in your attendance, but their slurred excitement was not unwelcome.
After months of silence on your part, you were shocked when you had received an invitation to Economos' welcome back party. The memories of Project Butterfly along with the unsolicited act of becoming close to the utterly insane Vigilante, Adrian Chase. He was the one person from Project Butterfly that caused you to become isolated from the others. Not because he was a sociopathic lunatic. Quite the opposite.
Yes, he was a sociopathic lunatic, but— something about him drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Maybe it was his utter stupidity and his pointless loyalty that made him seem like a damn dog— but you were addicted to him nonetheless. You felt mad every time he was in your vicinity, so much so that you couldn't even handle texting him or even hearing his name without your stomach swarming with nerves.
It's why you've avoided this exact situation for months. Your obsession with that mess of a man had drove you to ignore and ghost the rest of the team. But even you couldn't resist the idea of everyone coming together again, you were still a sucker for friendship and free drinks.
Once you had been noticed, Adrian, who was on the other side of the rooftop, practically trampled over and was at your side in a matter of seconds. Immediately, you were bombarded and overwhelmed by his amount of slurred questions. You felt the pit in your stomach tense and grow larger as you quickly answered his abundance of inquiries, and grabbed a new bottle of beer to soothe your anxieties.
"Dude- dude, quiz me on ladybug facts. I know everything about ladybugs." Adrian's hands landed on your shoulders and you watched whilst his glasses slipped down his nose slightly and his curls gently falling over his forehead.
"Uhh.. I don't know anything about ladybugs." Your response was timid, the effects of the alcohol not kicking in yet.
"Google it and quiz me! Please, pleaseeeee..?" Adrian's puppy eyes were on full display, and you couldn't help but follow his order.
You pulled out your phone and began quizzing him on ladybug facts, to which he knew nothing. As his answers became somehow even more incorrect, the conversation turned easy and you could feel a smile turning on your lips.
The night passed by quickly and peacefully, laughter eventually filling your own throat while your nerves vanished as the alcohol flooded your body. Eventually the party came crashing down when Chris left for god knows what reason, but the rest of you were far too drunk to drive home. Plus, Adrian had threatened all of you with a bullet in your head if you got behind the wheel. His weird way of caring was not lost on you, and you weren't sure if your tingles were from him or from being buzzed.
Eventually everyone had gone back inside, claiming their individual spots in Emilia's tiny apartment. Emilia obviously got her bed, Ads got the couch, Adrian got the recliner, Economos got the bathtub, and you were stuck with the floor. You watched as everyone had passed out around you, but you remained awake. The floorboards were rough on your face and your body was chilled from being outside for so long. You decided you couldn't stay here, especially when your eyes had been trained on Adrian's sleeping form.
After a moment of consideration, you decided on calling for an Uber. It was the safer option and besides– you didn't think you could handle sleeping ten feet away from the man who haunted your dirty dreams. Quietly, you packed up your belongings and made your way out of Emilia's apartment and onto the dimly lit street. You thought you were quiet enough not to wake anyone, but after a moment of standing outside the brick building, you heard the front door open.
"What the hell are you doing? I thought you knew I was being serious about shooting you if you drove, don't make me—" You were surprised he wasn't cold, still damp from the booze that was poured on him and standing in his briefs.
"I'm not driving, Adrian. I'm getting an Uber." You looked down, trying not to stare at his bulge whilst you rubbed your bare arms once more for warmth.
"No. Why? That's dumb. You're staying." His arms cross as Adrian moves to step in front of you.
"Excuse me?" You lifted your head to look at him, watching as his short curls blew in the wind.
"We haven't seen you in months, and you're just leaving in the middle of the night? You're not a whore, right? You're not going to sit out here and wait for a man to pick you up?"
"What? What are you talking about?" You weren't sure if the alcohol was messing with his head a little too much or if this was normal Adrian, but still you let out a small snicker.
"Are you a prostitute??"
"No, Adrian! I'm not a prostitute!"
"Then you're coming back inside."
"Wha- No, I'm going home." You watched as he let out a sigh and firmly grabbed your arm to drag you back in. You tried resisting, but- damn, he was strong.
"Adrian-" Once you were able to pull back, your feet landed on the uneven pavement and you had lost your balance entirely. You felt yourself falling before his hands landed on your waist. His hands were warm and you felt your heart beat faster whilst his eyes looked deeply into yours.
You felt yourself drown in his big eyes and strong arms, but you quickly regained consciousness and tried to pull away. But you were no match for him and before you knew what was happening— his lips landed on yours. Your lips surrendered to his instantly, molding together in one continuous act.
When he had pulled away, his eyes searched yours for rejection, disgust— but it wasn't there.
"Why- why did you.. do that?" Your words were slow, confused and yet— you made no effort to move away from him. You moved slightly closer to him, eyes moving to his plump, wet lips.
"So you'd stay. That's what they do in the movies. Also, you're like- really hot."
His eyes seem to sparkle in the moonlight, or maybe it's because you're both drunk— but neither of you can stop the gravitational pull of each other and your lips meet again. It's sloppy, passionate and wet, but neither of you seem to mind as your hands entangle in his hair and his hands drop to your hips, pulling you closer. Soft moans and groans are exchanged until your brain catches up, and you pull away.
"The Uber is gonna be here in like—"
"Don't worry about it- just- just- cancel it. Stay with me."
"And do what? Make out inside, in front of everyone?? Are you crazy, we can't do this." You're unsure why you're trying to be logical. This is what you've wanted for so long, but yet– the racing of your heart and the pit in your stomach is making you feel queasy.
"We can have sex in my car."
You feel the air leave your lungs at his statement, your heart pounding even faster and you can't help but move your head up and down in a nod, watching mindlessly as he pulls you to his brown sebring. He pulls you into the backseat, swiping off all of the empty chip bags and water bottles before pushing you onto your back. He shuts the door behind him as he climbs on top of you before immediately bombarding you with kisses. His hands slide under your top and caress your back whilst he presses his clothed dick in between your legs. You moan into his mouth, feeling yourself fall desperate for his touch, you tried to slow things down to little avail.
The more your lips, tongues, and teeth clash, the more you feel yourself succumbing to him. His hips roll against yours as he keeps trying to speak against your lips, whilst his hands find themselves falling out of your top and into your pants.
"Fuck, you're so hot.. god, you should feel my dick- I'm crazy hard- jesus-" You laugh at his utter ridiculousness, but quickly let out a sharp gasp as his fingers touch your hidden pussy.
Your hands move to your bottoms, quickly unzipping them and sending them down your knees when Adrian decides to pull your folds apart with two fingers, and plunges his tongue into your core. The gasp you release is desperate and loud as you sink your hands into his hair. His tongue circled your clit with precision as you felt his vibrating moans against your thighs. Your hips involuntarily roll up against his face, feeling his tongue flatten around you. The groan you release is loud whilst your head tilt back, feeling your release creep up on you.
"Oh, baby-" The words slip from your lips subconsciously and you can't help yourself as you reach your climax. Adrian pulls his tongue out of you and wipes his mouth free of your liquids, glasses fogged. His head goes back to yours, leaving kisses across your face. The panting in the car is heavy, coming from
both of you simultaneously. Your hands find their way to his briefs, pulling them off eagerly.
Adrian immediately overwhelms and thrusts inside of you, his head falling into your neck.
"Fuck, you're tight- Oh, holy shit-"
Your walls clench around his length whilst he pushes himself into you deeper. The car windows fog up with the amount of heat and sweat coming off of both of your bodies, and you can see his bugle in your lower stomach. You feel his tip leak precum inside of you, and you feel it drip out from under you. Both of you are panting, stuttering messes– but neither seem to mind as Adrian picks up the pace.
You whimper when he pulls out, confused at the loss of contact. Adrian's forehead rests on yours, his warm breath brushing across your face.
"Where- where can I-?"
"In- in, inside." You're completely unraveled, entirely at his mercy. Your body aches as he lowers himself back into you, this time thrusting carefully and precisely. His actions only cause you to moan louder, both of you reaching your climaxes in a matter of seconds.
"Holy- Fuck, you're amazing." Adrian pants and leaves kisses on yours jawline whilst still inside you, and you feel your thoughts slip away as he does so.
"We need to do that more often." He says, finally and torturously pulling out.
"Definitely."
You both lay back on his seats, letting the world slip away for a moment- and you pray either of you don't regret this when you sober up.