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MASK ON
This is the best situationship you could ever think of. You talk when you're free, occasionally you see him, and it’s enough. You both genuinely care for each other - these short instances together are everything. Eventually it escalates more and once you finally get your hands on Adrian, it's hard to let him go. It’s a rare occasion where you and Adrian’s schedules line up. You both live busy lives. You’re almost always working, just trying to save money. Adrian is constantly busy with work, the gym, and his various projects. When you do get to see him, you like to cook him dinner, relax on the couch, and shower him in attention. It feels good to nurture him, even if it's once a week.
You guys are on the couch watching Fargo. As usual, you both are chronically tired. Sex always starts when you get bored of his show and start feeling him up on your couch. You start to drag your hands down his chest, savoring the hard slopes of his muscles. It goes down until you stop at the sliver of skin peaking between his shirt and jeans. With a smile, you start pushing his shirt up, and he is finally forced to pay attention to you. Once Adrian is focused on you, it's with the intensity of the sun. He kisses you hard and pulls you onto his lap. You guys are glued together as he sucks on your lip and nibbles on it. You can't help but put one hand on the back of his neck and the other in his curls. His glasses are knocking against your nose but that doesn't stop either of you from pushing closer, lips melting together. As you try to catch your breath, Adrian moves down and kisses under your ear, down your neck, and on your chest. Hot, wet kisses that only make it harder to breathe. He all but rips your shirt off and relishes in the sight of your bra.
“You’re so beautiful” smiling as he slips your bra straps down and unclips your bra.
“Even better now,” he catches your nipple in his mouth, and you arch against him. Adrian kisses and kneads your breasts gently, and it drives you insane. A whimper leaves your lips and he takes it as an invitation to take it further. A hand is trailing down your stomach to the waistband of your comfy shorts. Adrian’s hands drift past them and he begins to rub against you. Already, you’re practically just humping him, looking for any friction to pair with his hands on your chest.
“If you’re so desperate, tell me what you want” he whispers and presses himself into you. Automatically you’re rolling your hips and gasping, “I need you, please Adrian” Not even naked yet and you’re whimpering and whining on top of him.
“If that's the case then lose these,” his thumb is hooked in the waistband and snaps it before tugging them down. You sit up and wiggle around to get them off, taking care to grind against him. Desperate for more of him, you start fumbling with his jeans. You get to his boxers and pull his full length out. Wrapping your hands around him, you start to slowly pump him and go in for a kiss. Now he's breathing heavily and softly moaning into your mouth. Your hands are wet with his precum and it's such an easy motion to glide your fingers over his tip teasingly.
“Fuck, I need you too” Adrian can barely get the words out. At this you lean towards him, tilt his cock, and sink down on top of him. And Adrian completely melts like jelly into your couch. His hands are resting on your thighs and he watches you do your thing. You’re riding him gently, slowly taking all of him inside you. Once you’ve taken on every inch, all you can do is sit there rocking your hips. The sensation has him clenching his hands and you can tell he wants to speed this up. You up the ante. Bouncing in his lap, losing your breath as you arch into him. Adrian’s hands move from your thighs to your ass, gripping and using it to slam your hips together. He’s fucking you hard and its not long until you are crumpling into his chest, getting closer and closer to a climax. He wraps an arm around you and holds you tight as he thrusts into you from below, kissing you and swallowing the moans leaving your mouth. Your toes start to tingle, your pussy tightens and you feel a rush of euphoria overtake you. Shallow breaths are nothing compared to the pounding of your heart when he pulls out and cums all over his stomach.
“I’ve been needing you so badly” he rests his sweaty forehead on yours. Chests heaving against each other, sticky from sweat. You sit together for a minute, kissing softly. It’s a while before you unstick yourself from his lap and toss him something to clean up with. A quick trip to the bathroom is all you do before kissing Adrian’s cheek and going to the kitchen. Despite the distraction of Adrian’s delightful dick, you can’t forget that you wanted to cook dinner. Tonight, you were planning to make him chicken parm. This was something you’ve made before, it was hard to contain your excitement to deliver such a bomb meal to him. Of course he appreciated your cooking; he gobbled it up and was delighted when you pushed a tupperware of leftovers towards him when he left.
A pot of water is slowly coming to a boil on the stove. You are no longer interested in the show as you are Adrian. He’s lounged back into your couch and you are snuggled closely into his side. Arms wrapped around each other as you watch him react to his favorite show. Your pot begins to bubble and you get up and walk to your kitchen. Noodles are ready to be boiled, time to prep and fry chicken, and cook down the sauce. It’s kind of a labor intensive meal, but totally worth it.
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Not even thinking about it, you left your phone on the couch with Adrian. You haven’t struck him as a red flag, but of course he can never be too careful. Any criminal could have a hot sexy butt like you. So he unlocks your phone, you know you can’t ever be too safe! And he checks the apps that are open and sees your search history. Chicken parm recipes, local pollen count index, just random searches. Not much going on with your socials besides hot pics. Man he really needed to make an instagram or something, he definitely wants to see this stuff. Adrian checks your emails, recently deleted emails. Then, he gets to your texts and starts to go through them. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you dancing around the kitchen, breading and frying chicken cutlets with solid concentration. Texts with your mom, work, some subscription texts, and a group chat with all your friends. Seems like the groupchat is blowing up right now, he can’t help but look. And as he scrolls up, he can’t believe it.
Last night, you sent your friends a news article about Vigilante saving a woman by killing her husband during a domestic abuse situation. There was even a picture. He had no idea this had made the news. Definitely news to him. Now Adrian is chuckling on the couch as you cook, completely oblivious. He can barely contain himself as he scrolls through countless texts you’ve sent, absolutely raving about Vigilante. How sexy he is, how you wish he would save you, staging crimes to meet him… And some increasingly thirsty shit that is honestly starting to get him hard again. The sex you have is amazing, he’s never felt so connected to a woman like this before. But this stuff you’re texting to your friends is shit he doesn’t even know about. You have no shame when it comes to telling your friends exactly how you want him, hell, they encourage it, not even aware that there is any possibility of it ever happening.
Adrian can barely keep his head straight. Every sexual encounter you’ve had has been sweet and tame compared to what he now knows. In his mind this newfound knowledge flashes past, words from those texts completely invading his mind. Yeah, you guys fucked like 45 mintues ago, but he’s ready again. Adrian looks over towards the kitchen and sees you carefully sprinkling cheese onto 6 freshly fried chicken cutlets before sliding them into the oven.
“Ok babe! I'm gonna let the noodles and sauce kinda simmer while this cheese melts. Oh I am so excited! I didn’t even get burnt by the oil, this shit is gonna be so good. What would you want to drink? Should I throw in some garlic bread too?” You’re rambling to him while you wipe down your counters and try to do some dishes.
“I kinda want a glass of milk.” Adrian says slowly, then continues, “Actually I’m gonna be back real quick, I think I have something in my car that will go really well with dinner.” Honestly, you barely even hear him. Too busy cleaning up the huge mess you made with the flour after breading your chicken. Unfortunately, you had a soaking wet paper towel and like, all of the flour dusted on the counter is turning into dough. So annoying. You’re about to get a specific bowl scraper to just get this shit off your counter when you feel Adrian press into your back.
“Again?” you giggle. “I know dinner smells good but can’t you wait?” You wipe your hands off, turn in his arms, and freeze.
Adrian is wearing a Vigilante mask.
“Uh, Adrian, what are you doing with that?”
“What do you mean babe, I thought you’d like it?” You turn bright red. What the fuck. How the fuck, why does he know about that? A nervous giggle spills out of you. Looking up at him you say, “Adrian you really don’t need to dress up for me! You are so hot, I can barely handle all this already!”
And Adrian’s demeanor shifts. It's like he's gone from smooth to sharp.
“If it were a crime to be as a good cook as you, I’d have to kill you with my bare hands.” With those hands, he pins you against the counter and stands over you. “I looked through your phone, sorry, I know. Not good. But, hey, at least I am 100% certain that you are not a criminal. In fact, if anything, I’m in danger!” A dry chuckle leaves Adrian. “Seems like you’d consider becoming one just to fuck me” One of his hands slide up your body until it rests around your throat.
“I think I found out a lot about you, babe.” and he squeezes. The pressure is enough to make you feel a teensy bit light headed. Plus it's been awhile, so you can't help the smile betraying how much you like this. The sight of this and the fact you’re pushing harder into his hand to kiss him, has Adrian rock hard. Your lips collide with the rough material of his mask and he almost laughs. “This mask is totally working for me, but we can’t even kiss,” you whine. Adrian doesn’t even respond, he just pulls your head back by your hair. “You think I’d reveal my secret identity to you?” You can feel his harsh gaze through his red visor. The blood is rushing to your head so fast right now. Adrian is Vigilante. The Vigilante you think about. Sweet, darling Adrian is the same unhinged maniac you’ve been dreaming about.
“Thats good because if I knew your identity, I’d totally kill you. One hundred percent.” Cats out of the bag now, for both of you. Time to see if he’s as into it as you are. Instead, he steps back and takes the mask off. It’s hard to conceal your disappointment. “Relax, I just remembered you’re cooking and I needed to see if you turned off the stove and stuff.” He pushes you aside and bends over to check the handles for the burners, ensuring they’re off. Then he turns the oven off.
Adrian shifts back into Vigilante and it gives you chills. “Okay, now take your top off.” At his command, you practically rip your shirt off. “Good, now the bra. Let’s find out what I’ve been missing out on.” He closes the gap between you and roughly tugs at your nipples. He’s rolling your nipples between his fingers, as if he’s never touched them before. Pulling them, until they spring back to your chest. It’s driving you wild. One of Adrian’s hands are pretty much torturing your breast and the other one is gripping the waistband of your shorts.
“What are you going to do to me?” The suspense is thrilling. So far this is different from anything you’ve done with Adrian.
“I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine. I love that you’re obsessed with every part of me, but I’m kinda jealous that you were secretly in love with another guy.” Nuzzled into your neck, you feel no breath or kisses the way you usually do. Just the scratchy material of his mask. “Even if the other guy is you?” It came out breathy, all of this is affecting you a lot. Adrian pushes you into the counter. Drawer handles are digging into your thighs as he bends you over.
“How often do you fantasize about Vigilante?” He asks in a serious tone.
“Almost every night.” You feel his hand collide with your ass.
“Do you touch yourself when you do it?”
“Yes” another spank, your ass is screaming from the contact but it's just enough to make you want more.
“What if Vigilante wanted to fuck you?” Adrain’s voice is becoming strained, like he’s eager to make his point.
Of course he knows how bad you want to fuck Vigilante. If he went through your phone, he’ll see that it’s almost all you think about. So when you open your legs and hold your hands behind your back, he knows exactly what you want.
“You’d just let me have you? No second thoughts?” He's almost growling, and you hear his pants being unzipped behind you. It’s only a second before you feel his hands hold yours against your back and he slams his cock into you. You expected it to hurt but given a chance to consider this situation, of course you’re dripping wet. Adrian can barely keep his cool at the wet tightness of your pussy. One of his hands is pinning your arms while the other grabs your hair and pushes your head into the hard counter. He slams into you, “Is this what you like?” Again. “Being fucked like a whore by a man you don’t even know?” The pain of your scalp, the handles digging into your thighs, it’s drowned out by him pounding into you. All thoughts escape your mind and you can only think about him pumping in and out of you. Moans are rushing out of your mouth as he picks you up by your hair. Standing there, ass out, back arched, and he pulls your head to the side so you can look back at him. The dark striped mask, red visor, cowl neck, then his sweaty chest, muscles bulging out from holding you up and ramming into you. It feels like there’s a water balloon inside of you, he’s just pushing and bouncing off of it as it gets bigger and bigger and you explode all over him. You lay back down on the cold counter as he pulls out and releases himself all over your back. He pats your ass and laughs, “Is the secret to making you squirt really just me wearing a mask?”