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Least Expected

Summary: You did not feel like attending another one of your father’s fancy events with all those businessmen and their uptight wives. Even after expressing your reluctance to show up, your dad still forced you to go. Hours into the event, you had sought out a hiding place in the library. And that is how you found yourself being sidled up against a bookshelf with Rick Flag’s tongue lapping at your neck.

Pairing: Rick Flag x (female) reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, language (swearing), mentions of alcohol, rough smut

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You took a last glance at yourself in the mirror before leaving for the event. You had gone with a simple, elegant look: a mini black long sleeve dress with a square neckline that exposed just enough skin not to be considered inappropriate. Though uncomfortable, you had paired it with strappy heels that elongated the shape of your legs.

After you arrived, the first hour was spent greeting strangers and making uncomfortable small talk with your father’s business friends. Although you ached for a drink, you resisted the urge. You refused to become one of those women in the room with you who survived the night by downing glass after glass of wine.

That’s when you felt it. While standing in front of a painting you were pretending to find interesting as to avoid conversation, something prickled the back of your spine - someone was staring at you. You slowly looked over your shoulder, and made eye contact with the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. He was younger than most of the “business men” around the room, and unlike the other men, he didn’t have a wine-drunk wife hanging onto his elbow.

He maintained eye contact, taking a sip of his drink and letting his eyes travel down your body with a bemused look. Immediately, heat rushed to your core, making you gasp silently. It was not a common occurrence for a man to do this to your body with just a look. From the corner of your eye, you saw your father bringing over another group of people for you to meet, and made short work of getting the hell out of that room.

Then you found the library. It was a two-story room with rows and rows of books lining the walls, dimply lit by a few lamps. Awe and wonder took over you as you strode through the treasure you’ve stumbled upon. Mid wandering down an isle, you started at the sound of someone’s voice from behind you.

“D’you come here to hide or to read?” the man who spoke had a deep, accented voice.

“Both?” you slyly answered and turned around. Your breath caught in your throat, it was the stranger who was staring at you earlier.

“Now, what’s a young thing like you doing at a place like this?”

You swallowed.

“My father is (insert dad’s name), I'm Y/N,” you didn’t miss the way his eyebrows rose at discovering who you were - your father was a very important man, high up on the chain of command concerning people like Waller.

“Colonel Rick Flag,” he introduced himself. You had heard stories about this man.

You let your eyes roam over him. He wore black suit pants that hugged his muscular thighs in ways that made you silently thank whoever designed them, with a button-up shirt and tie. You supposed that he arrived with a jacket, but were grateful that he ditched it because of how visible his broad shoulders and rippling biceps were underneath the white fabric to you.

Events like the one you were attending were always such a bore, until tonight, when you finally found something worth your time. But this something was making you very hot and very nervous.

“And what are you doing here, Colonel?” you batted your lashes at him.

Rick clenched his jaw and came a little closer, he noticed you nervously backed up a little and how your eyes raked over him. It was not like him to flirt, he was a man of duty and never had much time for romances and affairs. But you had stood out to him, the most beautiful innocent creature all alone with him in this dark library.

“I’m here to save you,” he looked down to your lips, you were backed up against the shelf now, lust rippling through every cell in your body.

“Save me from what?” your voice was almost a whisper.

“You just looked like you needed a little help to escape from the endless line of small-talking old rich men,” he leaned an arm beside your head against the shelf.

You were ready to give this man, who was towering over you with intensely dilated pupils, absolutely anything. Rick sucked in a deep breath, and brought his mouth to yours. Your nostrils filled with the strong scent of his cologne and you couldn’t help moaning at how good he smelled. His hands wrapped around your lower back and ran up your spine to embrace you closer.

He felt incredibly powerful, the way he was holding you and kissing you as though his life depended on it. Your tongues intertwined with each other with ferver and your bodies already molded together in a way that subconsciously mimicked having sex. A loud moan ripped from your throat when he pressed you against the shelf. The sound you let out made the corner of his mouth twitch and his nostrils flare as he let out a low gowl.

A feverish, uncontrollable hunger flooded through your body that you were almost ashamed of. How could this one man completely knock your senses into this state?

Quick gasps could be heard from the two of you devouring each other with your tongues, until he got tired of bending down to be able to reach your mouth to kiss you. To solve this problem, Rick gave a grunt as he lifted you against the shelf so your noses were level. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his torso.

He pressed you against the shelf, one hand under your butt and the other on the shelf next to your head. Both your eyes fluttered closed when your hips were pressed right against each other. Your dress had hiked up to your hips from the change in position, and you could feel his hard length pressing onto your core. The thin, lace underwear you wore did nothing to cover your bareness, you could feel the complete outline of him against you there.

You let out another moan when he continued kissing you, and moved his hips against yours. Your back arched into his movements, your motions knocking a few books down after increasing in intensity. His mouth trialed kissed from yours, down your jaw, and to your neck. This was a weak spot for you, he sucked onto your sensitive skin there. You had to bite the back of your hand to suppress what would have been an ungodly loud moan.

It was an overwhelming need the two of you had for each other in that moment, which unfortunately, got interrupted.

The door to the library creaked open with the sound of voices, causing the two of you to stop what you were doing and fix yourselves up.

Before you could dash away, he lifted a hand to your cheek and held your face for a second just to stare into your eyes. And then you both left.

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You could think of nothing other than Rick Flag after that night. It haunted you that you never had the moment to feel him inside of you, and that you were possibly never going to see him again. You refused to let him go, and so you dug through your father’s files and computers until you had an address.

Waller and her prised team members, including Rick Flag, were in town for a week only, you had learned. They were staying at a very discreet location in a couple of flats in a secure building. But of course, the guards merely had to take one look at your identification to let you pass because of who your father was.

It was raining the night you knocked on his room door. You weren’t entirely sure what you wanted to say to him, just that you wanted him. The door opened a moment later, Rick’s face lit up when he saw you standing (dripping wet from the rain) at his door.

“How did you...” he trailed off in disbelief.

For a moment you only stared at each other, before he pulled you in by the wrist. Rick wanted to offer you a drink, or food, or something, but any notion of courtesies flew out the door when you stood onto your tippy toes, wrapped your hands around his neck, and kissed him.

His hands immediately found their way to your hips as he walked backward into the depths of his apartment with you stuck to him. He knocked into a corner on the wall, and in frustration swivelled you two around so he was the one pushing you through his apartment. What you supposed must have been his bedroom door he pushed you against, and momentarily detached your lips so he could see and turn the knob.

You were a tangle of limbs as you helped him remove his shirt. Before he could touch your clothes to get them off, you caught his wrist and slowly pushed him onto the bed until he was sat on the edge, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly. He stared at you as you backed away from him. You held his gaze and took off your coat, letting it fall to the ground.

Rick’s cock twitched at the sight in front of him.

“By god, Y/N, you are the most gorgeous thing on the planet,” Rick said while letting his eyes ravish what your coat was hiding, you smiled.

You had worn nothing except a white fluffy bra with matching lace underwear beneath the coat. You rolled your shoulders, his eyes admiring your chest as you did so, and slowly approached him, pausing between steps to remove your shoes.

He hissed when your cold hands rested on his chest, and spread his legs to let you stand between them at the bed edge. You then placed your hands over his shoulders and clambered up to straddle his lap. The weather from outside had left cold drops over your skin and your hair was dripping everywhere. Rick moved your hair to the side and let his tongue lick up the moisture that had collected in the crook of your neck.

Your head rolled back at the feeling of his tongue on your sweet spot, and snapped up again when he pulled away. The look in his eyes was of such intense ferocity as they moved from your eyes to your mouth, you felt yourself getting wet down there.

He brought his hand up and ran a thumb over your mouth. Your lips parted and sucked on his finger. At that, you felt him harden completely underneath you. You smirked and returned your mouth to his, rubbing yourself onto his stiff length, too slowly.

Rick gripped your hips, and hissed “don’t tease.”

Your mind exploded at the thought of what would happen if you disobeyed, and so you gripped his shoulders and ground onto him once more. His jaw clenched and he moved you to the side, standing up.

For a moment you thought he was going to end it, but then he turned to you, unbuckling his pants. You stood up from the bed and walked over to him, helping his pants down. When you rightened up again, you tilted your head to look up into his eyes. You were so small compared to his tall stature, he couldn’t help but smile at you.

Then his hand tickled around your side up to the clasp of your bra, and undid it. You blushed, and flung your bra to the side. He marvelled at how amazing your breasts looked, but before he could touch them, you were on your knees.

“Darlin’” he warned, while you were pulling down his boxers. You looked up at him, taking his hard cock in your hand and giving it a pump. He clenched his eyes shut and tightened his jaw, you could tell he was restraining himself.

You were pleased at the noises he made when you licked up the underside of his length and suddenly took him in your mouth. Both his hands wove through your wet hair as you bobbed your head up and down. Using one hand to grip the back of his thigh, and the other to pump whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you continued pleasing him this way until he stopped you.

He gave a sly tilt of his head and nodded toward the bed. A thrill of excitement coursed through your body as you crawled backward onto the bed with him following you like an animal closing in on their prey. He kissed you hard into the pillows while his hand slipped into your panties. Your moans filled the air as he rubbed over your clit. “Rick, please,” you huffed.

“Please what, darlin’?” he smirked against your cheek.

“Fuck me,” you cried as he slipped a finger inside.

He moved a little lower and sucked on one of your nipples, and continued to pump his finger in and out of your throbbing pussy. His name sounded from your lips again.

He muttered a few curses and rolled you onto your stomach. Your breath hitched and your chest ached, you pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees and felt his tip teasing your entrance from behind.

With your eyes closed, you felt a coil of moans unravel from your throat as he pressed inside of you. Rick swore again and allowed you a few moments to adjust. Then, he fucked you without mercy. Porn-worthy moans filled the air as he plunged into you repeatedly, along with the sound of your bare ass hitting his front. He held you by the hips, helping you move back every time he thrusted forward.

The feeling of him hitting deep inside of you at such a rapid pace was drawing your orgasm closer and closer, you clenched yourself around him and let out a high-pitched groan when you reached your climax. Rick’s grip on your hips tightened enough to leave bruises and he continued fucking you hard and rough.

“Where do you want me to finish, sweetheart?” his voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

Through heavy breaths and a few tears, you answered “On my tits.”

He huffed and rolled you onto your back, pumping himself a few more times before releasing his orgasm onto your chest. Rick loved how you looked in that moment, completely ravished by him and covered in his seed. He plopped down next to you in the messy sheets, both catching your breath.

“Can we... do that again sometime?” he finally spoke.

“Fuck, yeah.”

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skei-seems · 2 years

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Undercover

Summary: You go on an undercover mission with Vigilante, but that’s not the only thing that gets done ‘under the covers’

Pairing: Adrian Chase (Vigilante) x (female) reader

Category: Smut (NSFW)

Warnings: Smut, Language (swearing), slight angst/fluff

A/N: Let me know your thoughts on this and feel free to write, ask, or send me anything in a pm

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You couldn’t get Adrian’s reaction upon seeing your outfit for the mission out of your head. Since day one, you two could not get along. Frustration and mutual dislike toward each other grew with every minute you spent together. Often, though, you’d end up touching yourself to the thought of him while falling asleep. He had the most adorable way of going about things, his smile plus the dorky shit that constantly came out his mouth made your insides melt. But he never let that side of him be directed at you. You were the only one of the team that he would exclude from jokes or go quiet when you entered the room.

But tonight, you saw something in his eyes when you walked out in that short dress. Perhaps it was a little over the top, it did hug you in all the right places and showed off way more cleavage than you would normally display, but that look made it worth it. His lips had parted, eyes raking up your bare legs, resting on your chest. They quickly flicked over your face, and back down your figure, all in disbelief.

Your savouring of the moment disappeared almost instantly on the ride to the mission’s location. Adrian had a furious look on his face, breathing heavy with rage. Any time you made eye contact he jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as if you only envoked more of his anger.

“The fuck is up with you, dude?” Peacemaker inquired, not the only one who was disturbed by Vigilante’s uncharacteristic state.

He stared straight forward and shook his head. “I just think it’s unfair that everyone gets to go out onto the field while I stay back here like a fucking pussy with John as ‘back up.’” Economos scoffed at this.

“Dude, you know it’s an undercover mission. You got that whole thing with no one being able to know your secret identity, and you can’t exactly be under cover in a superhero suit. The whole point is to fit in and look normal.”

He sighed, bent forward and ran his hands through those luscious curls that you’ve imagined yourself holding onto while he fucks you senselessly. His head lifted out his hands, catching your stare. Green eyes rolled while another loud sigh sounded from him. You didn’t understand why you were the always the target of his annoyance. That thought was interrupted when you arrived at your location.

The mission was to blend into the big, fancy club and scout out butterflies or information on them. It seemed simple enough, though you had no idea how you were going to ‘fit in’ when your dancing skills were about as good as Peacemaker’s flirting abilities with Harcourt. You were hoping you could count on her to help, but once inside the club, she had gone her own way.

Nervousness crept down your spine, so you figured a drink would solve that. You were aware of lustful stares at your body while making your way to the bar, not surprised when a young man approached you. He was good-looking, you supposed, but not to your taste. Your mind briefly flashed to Adrian; his toothy grin and fluffy curls.

“Can I get you a drink?” the man asked.

A big gulp forced its way down your throat, you remembered Economos and possibly the others too could hear everything through your ear piece. “Sure,” you smiled at the stranger, trying to play cool.

He gave an odd twitch of the mouth, shook his head and proceeded to order you a drink. Frowning, you whispered to the team “Guys, I think I found a butterfly.”

Before the bar tender could hand him your drink, you intervened and took it yourself. Tonight was not the night to get spiked. He chose not to comment on this, instead started small talk about where you were from.

Harcourt had suggested (through your earpiece) to corner him somewhere secluded as to confirm or deny your suspicions. Adrian immediately protested, “No WAY!” throat clearing, “I mean, wouldn’t it be better to just shoot him right there, saves time right?”

You couldn’t respond, as the stranger was right next to you, but Harcourt’s idea struck you as good, for more than one reason. You gently brushed your hand over his and initiated light flirting, now conscious that Adrian was listening.

Eventually, you had given him enough hints to follow you into one of the restrooms. It was the mens, and, to your surprise, empty. Your thoughts were interrupted by four other men in suits entering the room.

“You thought it would be that easy to fool one of us?” the man from the bar asked.

Fuck, they were all butterflies. You spoke through the ear piece, “Guys, I'm in a little trouble he-” you were cut short by one of the men firing a gun at you.

Fighting immediately followed suit. You were barely dodging their punches and bullets, already taking a knife wound to your leg within seconds. You were able to take out at least one of the men. Then a blow to your side sent you flying across the room into the wall. The man who approached you at the bar stomped furiously toward you, gun in hand, intent on killing you. You knew it was impossible to beat five butterflies all by yourself, and in that moment, you were sure you were about to meet your end. A single tear rolled down your cheek, eyes fluttering closed as he lifted his gun to your head.

A few beats passed, the only noise a high-pitched ringing in your ears. The way your heart was thumping in your chest made your head ache, the suspense of your death was killing you. The darkness folded away as you opened your eyes to find the reason for the bullet’s delay. All five men were on the floor, blood spilling everywhere. Amidst them stood Vigilante, huffing and puffing.

The red visored mask turned to the direction where you lay, small and crumpled against the wall in your tiny dress and heels. A gloved hand lifted toward his head, and pulled the mask off. His curls immediately spilled out, mouth open as he gasped for air. You stared at him in shock, body trembling. He raised his chin and stared down at you with an unreadable expression.

“Adri-” your voice cracked mid sentence.

In a heartbeat, he was by your side. Eyes full of concern, he assessed your wounds. He then picked you up, set you on a large sink, and put on his glasses to see your wound properly. You could do nothing but shake as he took a damp towel and pressed it to your thigh where you had taken the knife wound. He frowned, lips pressed tightly, as he did so. After a minute your shaking stopped.

“Look at me,” you pleaded, he hadn’t once made eye contact since setting you on the counter. He was standing right up next to you, eyes cast down, his side touching your leg. You have never seen him this quiet before.

The beautiful head of curls lifted and he fixed you with those beautiful green, framed eyes of his. Your lips parted to say something more, but no words came. Your eyes traveled down to his lips. He grabbed your face and kissed you, hard.

A slight gasp left you when one of his hands raked down your back and pulled you closer to the counter edge, closer to him. Your lips molded together in sync, tongues meeting in between. You heard him inhale sharply through his nose when your hands made their way to his curls and tugged at them. You gave a sigh, satisfied to have lived out your fantasy involving his hair. Adrian cradled your small figure in his large arms, your legs wrapping around his torso while he kissed you further.

Then the bathroom door opened, causing you to drop your hands in surprise. Adrian pulled away momentarily, eyes never leaving yours, though. Before the suited man - another butterfly - could respond to the scene in front of him, Vigilante swiftly pulled out his gun and shot him. As the automatic door closed on the fallen man, your lips met again.

Adrian’s hand slowly slid from your neck down to your uninjured thigh, not once breaking contact with your body. He looked down to your bare thigh, you moaned at the loss of touch of your lips. Those gorgeous green eyes came back up to meet yours, an expression on his face almost like he was in pain. “You look so fucking hot tonight,” he breathed, then clenched his eyes shut as if expecting a slap.

You wanted nothing more than to hear more of his voice like that, and so you drew his face back to yours and reached a hand down to his crotch. As you gave a slight squeeze, Adrian gave a breathy moan. That, there, god, you needed more. Adrian’s hips bucked into your touch. Then, replacing your hand by moving your hips forward, you felt it - felt how hard he was through the fabric of his suit.

“Oh,” you croaked.

More kissing followed - the kind of kissing that makes your eyes roll back and toes curl. Your fingers hooked around his weapons belt, pulling his hips even closer in order to feel his hard cock press against you down there. Adrian’s brows furrowed and he groaned as you slowly rocked your hips forward, creating a singeing friction. A gloved hand reached to your breast and massaged it slowly. To Adrian’s delight, your shoulders rolled back to push your chest into his touch. Your nipples hardened as his hand continued rubbing over your breast and your lower halves pressed together repeatedly. “Holy shit,” he swore. He continued dragging his hard, clothed length over the space between your thighs in slow, torturous movements.

He brought his nose to yours, just breathing without touching your lips. This felt more intimate than anything you’ve ever experienced before. Sweet, warm moist pooled in your underwear from want, from need.

“I, Adrian,” you gasped. “I need you.”

His breathing stopped for a moment, and his face moved a little away from yours. He stared at you as if he had just awoke from a dream, even blinked, eyes rolling over your figure for the millionth time that night.

“You, whaat?” the giggle that you made could not be helped, he had said it in the most Adrian way possible.

Your laugh was then cut short by Adrian grabbing your hips with ferocity and bringing his face close to yours once more. “Say that again.” Your eyes were staring into his, inches away from each other. You felt his warm breath against your face.

“I... need you,” suddenly your chest fluttered with warmth, ears tingling, as you felt the full weight of your words settle over him.

A small smile played on his face, and all the worry and bad things of the world washed away at that sight of him in front of you. It spread into a grin, then he finally you kissed again.

Somewhere at the back of your head, you knew you were meant to be focused on the mission, that there could be someone who walks in to find you in the middle of a literal murder scene, or that maybe Economos and the others could hear this steamy exchange. Even though you didn’t care, since all sense and time and logic flew out the door once Adrian’s hands were on you, you drew out your ear piece and threw it to the side. The world felt right when you were in his arms, finally having broken that thick wall of ice that had kept you two from each other this whole time. Adrian stared at you in wonder as you shook out your hair, an exchange of shy smiles then occurred, followed by the pressing of your lips together.

A moan tore its way through your throat when you felt a hand slide between your legs. As a reflex, your thighs tried clenching together, but Adrian simply gave a slight shake of his head, with a smirk, as he pinned one of your thighs back with his free hand. You found his eyes with a new hunger, and paused with your mouth open against his while he rubbed slow circles onto your clothed pussy.

He huffed, as if displeased with your underwear, and lowered onto his knees. Your heart was pumping so hard that it echoed in your ears, warmth pulsed all over your body at the sight of him beneath you. A beat passed, he pushed your dress up above your hips, you having to scoot a little in the process. Then, his dark eyes never left yours as he slowly made a trail of burning kisses up your smooth leg. A high pitched gasp sounded when he took your lacy underwear between his teeth and pulled them down.

You watched in suspense as he drew himself up between your legs again so your faces were level with each other. Well, more or less level. Even though you were set on an elevated counter, he was still taller than you. A brief memory flashed in your mind of a time he made fun of your lack in height. You smiled at that.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked in a soft, sweet tone, eyes searching yours for a clue.

You debate on telling him a lie, but decide against it. He lowers his gaze off to the side and clenches his jaw after you share the subject of your reminiscence. “I’m sorry for being such an ass to you this whole time... it’s just... you made me feel something... I never felt before. I didn’t know how to handle it, it was so strange and new to me, cuz I don’t feel emotions like everyone does...”

The sad look on his face makes your eyes flutter and your heart skip a beat. “Hey,” you cupped his face. He gave you a hopeful look. That is the look that would imbed itself in your mind forever, the look that would bring you comfort anytime you thought back to it, the look that would be a continuous source of reassurance. You were afraid to speak, or you’d cry. So you just pressed your lips to his.

You’ve forgotten that you were without underwear until you felt his - now bare - fingers there; gasping, as he rubbed two fingers back and forth over your entrance. He moaned in surprise at discovering how wet you were, his hardness now painfully straining against the front of his suit.

He was rubbing over your clit, your breathing gradually intensifying from the pleasure he was giving you. You took a sharp breath in when he inserted his index, that hunger crawling back to you with full force. That he was still fully clothed suddenly caused you immense frustration.

“Adrian,” he paused at the sound of his name, “get your dick out, now.”

No one needed to tell him twice. Perhaps another night you would let him finger and do all kinds of other devilish things to you slowly and take your time, but presently, you were unsure how much time you had on your hands and you were not going to let this night go by him fucking you.

You warily glanced at his size, sure that you would have trouble walking normally the next day, but didn’t care nonetheless. Adrian came closer and kissed you with a new ferocity. Before you could act to pull him closer, he pushed himself against your entrance. Your chests were heaving, and for a brief moment you pulled apart for air, a string of saliva stretched between your gaping mouths. Then, he did the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed from any man: he pushed inside of you, mouth still open, inches away from yours, and eyes never breaking contact with yours. Your cry was stifled in reattachment of your lips. Adrian slowly rocked his hips onto yours.

Mercy, you think as you painfully adjusted to his full length. Adrian took in rough, uneven hitched breaths and picked up the pace. A new wave of pleasure rolled over you, heat spreading from your core up into a sting in your chest while he thrusted rapidly in and out of you. You heard a beautiful moan and a string of curses from the man fucking you. All of his muscles tensed, neck veins popped out, and a sweat broke on his face that made his pretty curls stick to his forehead. The sight of him like that, as well as the feeling of his hips snapping into yours repeatedly brought another moan to your lips. This caused Adrian to grin and pick up the pace even more.

“You’re doing SO-,” you moaned the word ‘so,’ “- good, Adrian.”

He let out a low growl while maintaining his thrusts, squeezing his eyes shut at the praise. His stringy curls bounced along with his movements. You felt your orgasm begin to build up, Adrian’s as well by the way his pumping started getting sloppier. Pornographic cries filled the air when you reached your climax, and you clenched yourself around him. Adrian’s motions stuttered and he finished as well. After, he looked up at you in such amazement and disbelief, and then he just... hugged you.

Your heart melted, and you wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck. He smelt delicious and dirty in an innocent way, similar to the kind of smell of a kitten or a puppy.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you walking around in this tight little dress in front of other men,” he whispered, voice slightly muffled since his face was buried in your neck. You smiled and nuzzled his head with yours.

You pulled away after what seamed like ages, and fixed yourselves up as much as you could.

“Where is my-” before you could question the whereabouts of your underwear, you realised Adrian had pocketed them after ripping them off you. He gave a sheepish smile and eyed your lowered half, imagining what it looked like bare beneath your dress - which you had pulled back down your hips to cover yourself with moments earlier. Heat flushed in your cheeks at the way he looked at you. “We should... probably get back out there and let the others know we’re still alive..” you suggested, reality slowly returning to your consciousness.

“Oh yeah, they’re waiting for us in the van, as soon as you got trapped in here all chaos broke out in the club and everyone had to be evacuated.”

You rolled your eyes that he kept that bit of information from you, it would’ve been nice not to have had to worry about someone walking in on you two. Nevertheless, you made it back to the others in one piece.

Peacemaker looked between the two of you, eyebrows raised and a knowing grin plastered on his face. “So?” he said, once Economos had started the van.

Adrian nervously looked between you and the rest of the team, unsure what to say. You wanted to bury your face away, they all knew - and probably heard - most of what happened.

“So nothing, nothing happened. Totally normal stuff, absolutely no having sex of any kind. Definitely not the kind involving me and Y/N, that is total absurdity.” Adrian said while giving you a wink, thinking he had cleared you both. You’d forgotten who exactly you just had sex with. Adrian Chase.

“Hey man, I didn’t say anything about fucking!” Chris held his hands up, still smiling.

Adrian shook his head and laid back with his arms crossed. Chris wasn’t done. Bemused, and in a winy voice that sounded nothing like yours, he went “oh ADRIAN, I need you, ADRIAN get your dick out!”

“If you wanna leave this van with both balls still attached to your body, you better shut that smart mouth of yours.” Chris gulped, promptly shutting up at your threat involving his genitals.

Adrian stared at you with that same wonder and amazement from earlier.

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