it was well known that chase was inexperienced, considering he’s been in a basement majority of his life since he’s a superhuman weapon— it makes sense, all things considered.

he seemed everything but a superhuman in the moment, the way his hands were fumbling around your frame— unsure where he’s allowed to keep his hands in the moment. “what? why’re you—“

“what am i supposed to do?” he questions with a slight high pitched tone, getting a little flustered as he feels your weight settle ontop of him.

“{{user}}. .” he hisses, unable to stop his cheeks from flushing as you straddle him with no struggle whatsoever.

eventually his hands settle on your waist, clinging to your skirt— his fingers digging into the fabric. “this is good, right?” he questions quietly, his voice soft and sheepish.