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ADAM X AFAB! READER

contains: smut, angst, fluff, possessiveness, oral, and penetration

9,000+ words

You’re standing at the edge of the house’s designated dancefloor, idly swaying side to side to the music. The song’s bass is boosted so high that you can’t discern any of the lyrics. It doesn’t stop the drunken sea of people from yelling out their own guess of words. You leisurely sip on your drink, a flat soda, as your date rambles on and on about some random topic. He’s cute enough, you suppose. Dark hair and light brown eyes. You gulp down another mouthful of your beverage, ignoring the resemblance he bears. You let the guy– Brad? Braydon? You don’t quite remember– lean in close to whisper something in your ear. The pumping of the music engulfs whatever he’s said, so you just pretend to laugh. This seems to be the correct response as he leans back, a smug smile splitting his face.

Across the room, on the other side of the swarm of people, you’re being watched. In between bodies, you’re able to catch glances. Golden brown eyes. Messy tufts of curls. Stubbled chin. Everything you want your date to be, and everything he’s not. Adam stands with his arms crossed against his chest, forearms flexing deliciously. He looks pissed. But it’s not like he has a claim over you. Not anymore.

You pretend to not see him, focusing your attention on batting your eyes up at your date. You place a flirtatious hand on his bicep, ignoring the disgust jolting through your body when he reciprocates, placing his own hand over yours. This doesn’t feel right. His palm should be larger, his scent should be muskier, his touch should be rougher. You push it down and purr at him. Hopefully Adam is still watching– you’re giving him a real show right now. The guy smiles before removing himself from you. You tell yourself that you’re disappointed.

He says something, and points down the hall, towards the restroom. You nod in understanding, giving him a thumbs up. He waves you off, and wanders away. You’re left alone, drink in hand, as couples pair up in front of you. You look across the room to drink in the sight of Adam, but he’s gone. Left without saying a word. Humiliation creeps in. You swallow it down and head into the kitchen, to get away from all the noise.

You don’t get far. A large hand wraps around the width of your elbow, tugging you, encouraging you to spin around. You pull against them, trying to dislodge your arm from their grasp, but their hold is firm. They yank again, this time with more force. You do not appreciate being manhandled by some random person. Before you can think better of it, you find yourself allowing them to turn you. As you whirl around, you rear back your drink and throw it onto the person’s shirt. Someone in the crowd gasps. You don’t understand why at first– shit like this happens at house parties all the time– until recognition clicks.

Adam.

Your soda soaks his upper torso, spilling from the collar down. He drops his hand from where he’s grabbed you. Instead, his arms raise away from his sides, elbows in the same straight line as his shoulders. He’s looking down, taking in the quickly forming stain. Steam practically billows from his ears, fury wafting off of him in strong waves. Your own jaw drops, regret flushing the slant of your cheeks. You gape, mouth snapping open and close like a fish out of water. Adam’s head jerks up to look straight at you, eyes swirling with wrath.

“Are you serious, bitch?” he hisses, a cat threatening its claws. Your hands fly to cover your mouth as you wince.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.”

“Yeah, you better fucking be!” Adam tugs at his collar, pulling the damp fabric away from his neck. “Now I need a new fucking shirt!”

Around you, people are beginning to stare, watching the exchange with a complete lack of subtlety. The crowd’s eyes prickle your skin, makes the air on the back of your neck stand. You know this is hot gossip– two exes duking it out in the middle of a party. The attention has your shoulders raising to meet your ears, head ducking down to hide your embarrassment. Adam either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care, too enthralled with yelling over how you ruined his clothes. Your hand automatically comes forward to placate, to comfort, but you close your fist and drop it back to your side. In a different attempt to de-escalate the situation, you lower your voice.

“Seriously, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was you.”

Adam, seemingly for once in his dense life, actually gets the hint. He glances around the room, taking in the watchful crowd, and huffs through his nose. This time, when he speaks, it’s softer. Just for your ears. “Yeah, fucking obviously . God, girls and their need to ‘protect themselves from big, scary men.’ Pathetic.”

You pointedly ignore that. “Really, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Yeah, well.” he sniffs. “You owe me.”

“What the hell?!” you grit out between your teeth, incredulous. You remember yourself and, with a quick sweep around the room, note that people have returned back to their own conversations. Your chest loosens, relieved to no longer be in the spotlight. You look around to see if what’s-his-name has returned from the bathroom, come to be your knight in shining armor and rescue you from this awkward situation. No dice. You turn back to Adam. He’s waiting with a raised brow. You frown. “What do I even owe you?”

“You can start by showing me to the main bedroom. Hopefully they have some spare fucking shirts. Or else I’m going to be real pissed.”

You exaggeratedly roll your eyes. “Whatever, you big baby. It’s probably upstairs. Go find it yourself.”

“Like hell I am!” Adam barks. He points a thick finger in your face, and you go cross-eyed to see it. “You threw the drink, you’re helping me search!”

“I’m not–” you use the back of your hand to slap away his finger, and pinch the bridge of your nose. There’s no use in arguing with Adam, not when he’s made up his mind. Once upon a time, his stubbornness and willingness to fight over his beliefs was an attractive quality. Except when it came to the two of you butting heads. He wasn’t ever trying to fix the problem in an argument, instead too focused on just trying to win. You sigh. “Fine. Whatever gets you off my ass faster.”

He visibly perks up at the mention of your ass, bending his neck at an awkward angle to try and get a good peek. Your hands meet your hips. You shoot him a scathing, pointed look until he relents with an annoyed grumble. You aren’t sure of what he said, but it was definitely something offensive. His lip twitches before breaking out in a plastic smile. He raises his elbow in offering, waggling his eyebrows, enticing you to take his arm. Now he’s really starting to get on your nerves. You shove his arm down and, without giving him a second look, begin walking.

You weave through the horde of people on the dancefloor, trusting Adam to be hot on your heels. A part of you wants him to lose you in the crowd. You’re tempted to do just that– duck behind the tallest people you can find and see if it works. But it’s Adam you’re talking about. He has a weird talent of being able to sniff you out like a bloodhound. Besides, he’d probably enjoy the chase, convincing himself that you’re playing hard to get for a reason.

Are you?

The ask has you halting in your tracks, heels digging into the floor. Are you? You frown, unsure of how to navigate the question. You broke up with him, why would you have any reason to get his attention? You’re jostled from your confusing thoughts at the feeling of someone ramming into you from behind. Grousing, you don’t even have to spin around to know it’s Adam. You’d recognize the stocky build of his frame anywhere. You hear him flounder, cursing under his breath, until his hands grab your hips in an effort to balance himself. Otherwise, he’d send you both toppling over. You would land with him on top of you. Although it’d definitely hurt, the idea of Adam’s body pinning you to the ground has your mind reeling.

You make no effort to move away. He notices. Because of course he does. He pauses. Waits for you to protest. His hands linger, thumbs rubbing over your hip bones, gentle as if soothing a spooked animal. The loud music of the dancefloor pumps adrenaline through your veins, and gives you the courage to stay still, like moving would make him back off. You should want him to back off. You don’t. The realization has you swallowing hard, mouth suddenly as dry as the state of the Sahara. You feel him slowly press himself against you, chest flush against your back. Careful, testing the waters, he guides your hips to roll into his. You have the urge to throw your head back, let him grind himself into you, but you stop yourself.

Now you have an answer to your question. Your heart feels like it’s pounding out of your chest, threatening to break free from your ribcage and place itself into Adam’s waiting palms. You know he’d just crush it in his fist. You purse your lips and remove yourself off of him before he gyrates his hips against yours again. He lets you go too easily, like shrugging off a coat. You train your eyes forwards and keep walking.

When you eventually pop out the other side, pushing through the wall of sweaty college students, you find yourself at the bottom of the stairs. Adam isn’t far behind, his shoulder brushing yours as he stops beside you. You feel him turn his head and look at you. You don’t look back. He hums before pushing forwards, treading onto the first few steps. You watch him go, feet frozen to the floor, unsure of what to do. On one hand, you should probably get back to your date. You feel like a dick ditching him to go with your ex. Even if it’s just to find him a new shirt. But on the other hand…

Adam gets halfway up the stairs before turning to you expectantly. His eyes pierce straight into you. “Got cold feet?”

God, he’s so infuriating. You want to shut him up. Punch him until his lip is split open, kiss him until he’s dazed and speechless. You feel stuck in a game of tug-o-war, continuously torn between hating and loving him. You wish you were over him. Something burns in you when you admit it, doused in gasoline and flames. It’s a terrifying realization. Regret and relief over breaking up with him. He wasn’t good for you. You desperately wanted him to be.

“You wish.” you scoff, and march up the stairs. Adam dodges out of the way before you could purposefully ram your shoulder into him, elbows leaning casually on the rail. You step past him, ignoring how he checks out your ass as you walk. You also very much ignore how you arch your back just the tiniest amount to allow him a better view. You’re just a person, after all.

You both trek to the top. Waiting right in front of you is a door. You look to Adam, who’s still scanning your behind. You clear your throat, serving to both get his attention, and to dislodge the nervous lump blocking your airway. You hate that he has this effect on you– able to condense you down to some desperate schoolgirl. You broke up with him, for Heaven’s sake. He was a dick. Is a dick. You shouldn’t be preening under his attention. And you certainly shouldn’t be reevaluating if the break up was worth it.

You miss him.

Adam’s eyes trek up your body until he meets your eyes. He smiles shamelessly, not a lick of embarrassment at being caught. You tamp down a blush, refusing to let him know what he does to you, and force a flattened, unimpressed look. It’s not very hard to muster– you are unimpressed with him. Feelings be damned, he’s still a tier one douchebag. Adam scoffs, and without waiting for you, moves towards the door. He turns the handle, swinging open the door to reveal a bathroom. And– of course– in the bathtub, a couple is having sex, too enthralled to even realize they’ve been caught. Adam leans against the doorframe, watching them rut against each other. You squawk, averting your eyes, and grab the handle and swiftly shut the door.

Adam groans. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a prude.”

You wrinkle your nose in distaste and instead of offering him a response, you move down the hall, onto the next door. When you open this one, it’s to a decently sized bedroom. You spot a closet, filled with an array of shirts. Thank God. You hold the door open for Adam to pass through. He struts in, not saying thank you, and barrels straight for the closet. You follow him in, closing the door behind you. You lock it, just for safe measure. When you turn around, your breath catches in your throat.

Back displayed to you, Adam’s fingers run along the hem of his wet shirt, lingering there. He grasps the sides, right under his ribcage, and tugs. The cotton peels away, inch by inch, the wetness making every movement deliberate. The first flash of his back, tan and taut, is enough to make your lungs stutter. Brown locks poke through the top hole as he drags the shirt higher, messy and untamed, clinging to his forehead. His shoulder blades are sharp, a contrast to the soft shape of his hips. The shirt finally gives, tugging off, baring him to you. A pang of desire strikes you like lightning. You have half a mind to strut over and run your hands down the length of his spine.

You wonder if he’d still be as reactive as he used to be– shuddering under your touch, red painting his cheeks, lust clouding his eyes. You wonder if he’d whine as you explored the expanse of his back, if he’d swiftly spin around to pin you against the closed door and envelope your lips in a kiss. You wonder if he’d want you too.

But you don’t. You keep your feet planted and your hands pinned to your side. That doesn’t stop your eyes from wandering, sliding from his messy curls, to his bare back, all the way to his ass. You did always like those jeans– it did wonders for him. Of course, you’d honestly prefer if he were out of those pants, stripped down to nothing, body on full display. You chew on your bottom lip, uncomfortably squirming as heat shoots to your groin. When you shift your eyes back up, you catch Adam’s eyes.

Busted.

He’s looking over his shoulder, face split with a grin. You’re a gazelle at a standstill, pinned under the weight of a lion’s hungry glare, waiting to see who will move first. You both stare at each other, until you finally relent, looking away to the floor. He softly chuckles, a warning, before you hear heavy padding against the carpeted floor. The toes of his shoes appear in your vision and, when you look up, Adam is standing right in front of you. He balls up his wet shirt and tosses it to the ground, watching it pool on the floor. You furrow your brows, but he’s not done.

He slowly moves his hands to his belt, carefully unbuckling it. With a dramatic click, it’s undone, leather straps loosely falling to the sides. Adam’s canine bites into his lip as he pulls the belt through the loops, until it’s free. He lifts his hand, elbow straightened, and opens his fist. You swallow hard and watch as the belt falls to the ground. It lands on his shirt. You blink, the fog of want lifting from your dazed mind. Your mouth snaps open in accusation.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Adam brings one shoulder to his ear in a careless shrug. You’d almost believe he was innocent, if it weren’t for the dangerous glint in his eyes. His eyes rake your body, just like yours had done to him moments before. “What? I’m just giving you a show. You should be grateful, slut.”

He hits the ‘t’ hard, spitting it out like venom; a reminder that no matter how you may be feeling right now, you are still both just exes. Indignation rumbles in your chest, humiliation burning behind your eyes. How could you forget? He doesn’t care about you, not anymore. You rise to the bait, grab it between your teeth and chew.

“Don’t call me that.” you grit out.

His smile widens, leaning in close, just as your date had done earlier that night. “Why not? You used to enjoy it, especially when I’d bend you over–”

You push him. You bring a hand to his chest and push him. Hard. Your palm burns, set alight by the contact. Adam goes stumbling backwards, clearly taken off guard by your reaction. He catches his footing and snarls, lip curling and nostrils flaring. He huffs, a bull about to charge. You’re the bullfighter, snapping the red fabric in his face, enticing him to attack. You know it’s happening, but you feel intense and out of control, just like you always do around him.

“Shut the fuck up, you prick!” You march towards him, herding him towards the bed until the back of his knees touch the mattress. He’s furious, face pinched tight, but you aren’t scared. Despite everything, you trust him not to lay a hand on you. And he doesn’t, even when you jab a finger into his bare chest, right over his heart. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“I can talk to you however I’d like.” he growls. “We’re broken up , remember?”

“And whose fault is that?”

He pushes your finger off of his pec, teeth clacking together as if he’s holding back from biting your head clean off. “ Yours, you stupid bitch! You’re the one who said it! Or can your tiny bimbo brain not recall?”

You gape in disbelief, before laughing– a nasty, bitter sound. “My fault?! If you weren’t such a raging dickhole, then I wouldn’t have had to break up with you! Ever thought about that?”

“Trust me, it’s all I ever think about!”

His mouth quickly snaps shut, lips thinning into a tight line. A piece of your heart crumbles, the part of you that will always have a soft spot for Adam, breaking in two. But you’re too wrapped up in the heat of the moment, drowning in an ocean of pain and heartbreak. You’re clawing your way out, paddling and pushing for any sort of reprieve, and all you can do is keep pressing. You hate how big of an effect he still has on you.

“Go fuck yourself, Adam! You don’t get to pull the victim card when you hurt me !”

He doesn’t respond, just frowns in response, jaw strained shut. You bulldoze past, continuing screaming at him. “I loved you! I loved you and you didn’t love me back! So fuck you! I hate you!” You sniffle, and repeat, softer. “I hate you.”

Your lip wobbles, and the corners of your eyes prick with tears, but you refuse to let them fall. Like hell that Adam is going to see you cry. You glare at him, mustering as much hate as you can, even when it feels hollow and misplaced. Behind his eyes, you see something snap in him. His brows soften and his mouth opens, though, the only sound that comes out is a sharp intake of air. His face twists from despair into something hardened.

And then he surges forwards.

Lips messily crash against yours. His hands are rough as they grab your cheeks, pulling you in. Noses awkwardly bump. Teeth clash. Drool dribbles. Something sharp pierces through the overwhelming hurt and rage lodged in your chest. Your nerves feel alight, burning with an intensity as he presses into your mouth. It feels right. It feels wrong. All too soon, it ends as quickly as it began, Adam pulling away and releasing your face from his hold. His expression is of complete shock– he looks as surprised as you feel. You wonder if he feels as out of control as you do, relying on your instincts.

“Adam.” you say.

He swallows. He has the decency to look ashamed, but his eyes stay glued on your lips. “I know.”

You’re at a crossroad. You should tell him off, scream at him for playing with you. Insist that you feel nothing for him except disdain. Admit that it hurts to even think about him. Confess that you miss him, but you can’t do this. Leave. Everything you should do, but nothing you do do. It’s like you're being pulled by a string, some apparition guiding your hands to lay on his pecs. His eyes slowly rise to meet yours, something guarded sparking in the iris. A beat. He shakily cups one of your hands in his palm, enclosing completely around the appendage, and moves it to rest over his heart. It pounds beneath your touch, stuttering as your expression softens. You open your mouth to say something, but he shakes his head.

You frown, reminded of a time when he was gentle, vulnerable in a way no one else has seen. Your hand applies pressure and pushes him, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. Adam lets you, sinking into the mattress. You stay standing, nestled between his legs, and tentatively reach a hand. You cup his face, delicate. He pushes his cheek further into your palm, practically nuzzling it, and looks up at you. He looks pathetic and exhausted. Your fingers travel up his jaw, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. A pained sound falls from his lips.

Sympathy unfurls like a flower taking bloom. Letting it lead you, you paw at his chest, lightly scraping your fingernails up and down his torso. You stalk forwards, close enough that he has to strain his neck to look up at you. Adam closes his eyes, eyebrows pinch together in a conflicted expression. You take pity on him, and maneuver to place your knees on the outside of his thighs, effectively straddling him. You lean down and capture his lips in a kiss, soft and fragile. The delicate peck doesn’t last long, quickly transforming into something more heated when Adam tilts his head. You part your lips and he darts his tongue inside. Adam simply tastes of spit, underwhelming.

You suck on his intruding tongue, hard, just like he always used to like. His reaction is instantaneous, groaning into your mouth. He moves to lay on his spine, pressing against the flat of your back to encourage you to follow. You duck down, laying your weight on top of him without breaking the kiss. This is the most alive you’ve felt in months. For the first time in a while, it’s like the world slows down. You’re able to finally breathe, and you do. You pull back, just barely, enough distance to pant into Adam’s mouth. He’s not off much better, seemingly completely undone, unraveled below you, a single strand of spit connecting you two.

Something shifts in Adam, a predatory gleam, a sharp intake of breath, and manifests in him spinning to pin you against the bed. You yelp as you twirl, landing on your back with a huff of air, stolen straight from your lungs. Above you, Adam settles on his elbows, placed on either side of your head. He stoops down, nosing at your neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. Your back arches off the mattress, thrusting into his chest. He wraps a hand around the dip of your back, holding you flush to his torso. You can’t help but ask.

“Adam,” you start, though it comes out as a moan, winded and dizzy. You swallow and try again. “Adam.”

“That’s right, baby.” he coos, nibbling right beneath your jaw. “Let ‘em know who’s about to make you feel real good.”

Your body betrays you, head tilting to the side to allow him more access. He takes territory of the slope of your neck, teeth scraping, but not quite biting. He leaves no marks. Leaves no claim.

“Wait, Adam, stop. For just one second.”

He curses a quiet ‘fuck,’ and lowers his face, resting his forehead on your collarbone. Adam breathes puffs of hot air. You can feel it through the thin fabric of your shirt. It makes you squirm, but he’s stopped kissing you. You can think, even if the heavy fog of lust hangs low in your brain.

“What are we doing here?” you ask, looking up at the ceiling. You feel Adam tense up, the arm around your waist freezing. He doesn’t have an answer for a second. What are y’all doing? You broke up with him for a reason. You can’t just throw all caution to the wind and sleep with him. You’ll never get rid of him. You tamp down the part of you that’s loud, screaming at you to take him back. Adam lifts his head, his typical plastic smirk etched on his face, a mask falling back into place.

“It’s just sex, babe. No need to get all clingy.”

“Just sex?” you echo.

“Yep.”

“Okay.” A pause. Then, quieter. “Cool.”

“Cool.” he repeats. His voice is tight, his eyes search yours.“...Now, can I keep kissing you?”

You grab his face and drag him up for a chaste kiss. When you try to pull away, he follows, keeping contact with your lips. He kisses your mouth, then the corner of your lips, your chin, the bob of your throat, your collarbone. He trails down until he meets the collar of your shirt, Adam peeks up at you through long lashes, and tugs on the bottom hem. You understand what he’s asking, and lift your arms. He swiftly strips you of it, tossing the article of clothing to pile next to his own shirt. You’re left in your bra, breathing shallowly. He takes you in, eyes sweeping over your form in deliberate strokes. In between looking from curve to curve, he always looks up to glance at your face.

“Pretty.” he mumbles. Despite the fact you were just obscenely sucking on his tongue, that’s what makes you blush, all the way to the tips of your ears. His hand, the one wrapped around your waist, rubs circles into your muscle, before snaking up to unhook your bra. He fumbles for a second, but eventually gets it. He unloops it from your arms and throws it over his shoulder. Adam ghosts his finger over your bare stomach. His feather light touches tickle, a prickly sensation, and you writhe under him. He chuckles, low and heated, before trailing his fingers up, up to your sternum. He rubs the flesh there, trying to get you to relax into him. You do, letting out a pleased sigh. His hands begin to wander, travelling to the peaks of your tits. He squeezes, molding your chest like putty beneath his hands. He’s a bit too rough. Too heavy handed.

“Ow.” you murmur. He looks up to you, pupils blown out so wide, you can barely see the ring of his iris. He looks positively wrecked. Heat floods your groin, slick soaking your panties. At your sound, his harsh touch transforms into gentle kneading, expert hands showing off. He circles the areola of your nipples, like the rim of a glass, until your buds begin to harden. He uses his thumb and index to roll your nipple between his fingers in small, rounded motions. Stars burn, a galaxy behind your eyes. Adam ducks down to your right breast, enveloping your nipple in his warm, wet mouth. Lapping at the bud with his tongue, a hint of teeth tease to bite. With his other hand, he continues toying, pinching and pulling. He eventually removes himself from your tit with a sultry pop.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks. Yes. Before you can admit as much, he tightly pinches your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp. Adam snickers, before placing a hot kiss between your breasts. The contrast makes your poor head spin, trying to catch up. You feel strung on the edge, unsure what his next move will be. It’s frustrating. It’s exciting.

Sweetly, he kisses down your navel, pulling the hem of your leggings down until he’s able to reach your pubic bone. A flash of teeth is your own warning before he nips at the sensitive skin. You release a moan, and he smiles against your flesh. Adam slithers downwards, bringing your leggings and underwear down with him. He reaches your feet, lets your pants pool at your ankles as he works on untying your shoes. He sticks out his tongue as he focuses, and a pang of desire shoots through your heart like an arrow. It shakes you to your core. Adam finally peels off your sneakers, your leggings and panties following close behind. You’re left laying bare naked, feeling underdressed as Adam’s still wearing his own pair of jeans.

Sensing your discomfort, he works on removing his pants. You furrow your brows, surprised at the notion that he’s still able to read you so easily. Surprised he even cares to. But tonight, he’s been proving you wrong on many fronts. Sitting up on his knees, Adam pops open the top button of his jeans, unfastening the zipper and tugging them off. He toes off his own shoes and tosses everything to the side. You note, with a stutter of your heartbeat, that his boxers have cute music notes all over them. It’s weirdly charming.

“There.” he says. “Better?”

You nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak. This seems to delight him, the power of having an impact on you. You give him this. He lowers himself to lay on his stomach, head right between your thighs. You bend your knees and slide them to split open as far as you can go. Adam shuffles forwards, and, without warning, licks a line up your pussy. You keen into him, a soft whine sounding from the back of your throat. You feel like you’ve just been struck, unable to grasp a full breath.

Adam laps at your clit like a deserted man offered water, fueled by desperation and thirst. He flattens his tongue and licks a wide strip up your pussy, one that has you biting back from moaning out his name. You know he catches on when his lips, wet with spit and juices, split into a pleased smirk. He continues, ignoring any of the techniques he’s droned on and on about to you in the past. Adam swirls his tongue and licks, sloppily so. When he pleasantly groans into you, you realize, with a jolt straight to your core, that he isn’t doing this for you. He’s doing this for him.

Your legs, from where they were cautiously thrown over his shoulders in haste, come to wrap tight against his head. Thighs muffle the wet squelches you’re trying to ignore, humiliation threatening to flood your already flushed cheeks. Your hips lift up off the mattress, desperate for more– and Adam answers, sliding his hands from your hips to your ass, pressing you further into him

You stay there, lower body suspended in the air, as you grind into his mouth. Eventually, he hums a deep, appreciative note, the vibration going straight to your nerves. A delicious static buzzes in your ass, slowly spreading to your front, right in your core. You’re riding on the edge of the cliff, about to take the final leap into the pleasurable abyss below–

–Only to feel a sharp throb blooming in your left calf, agonizing and twisting. The silent moan hanging from your lips quickly transforms into a hurt hiss, pleasure turns into pain. Adam, too absorbed in reverently worshipping your pussy, doesn’t even bat an eye. His head stays ducked, firmly planted between your legs. He doesn’t seem like he’s moving anytime soon.

The cramping in your calf screams at you, drowning out the blissed part of your brain begging to keep going. Eventually, the pain wins out. You snake your leg from where it’s swaddled around Adam’s neck, straightening it out before bending your knee to awkwardly touch your chest. You press the ball of your foot against his shoulder, toes curling against him in a weak, pleading nudge.

Adam glares up at you through his thick brows, clearly unhappy at the interruption of his meal. Your foot pushes against him once more with enough force to dislodge him from your aching pussy. You know better though, know he’s letting you push him around. He may not be going down on you anymore, but he still stays between your legs, looking up at you. He’s the definition of a hot mess– eyes blown out wide, cheeks a muddy red, chin dripping with slick.

He’s never looked better.

You nudge his shoulder again, and he catches your ankle, grasp loose yet sturdy. You note, hazy with desire, that his hand is large enough to completely encompass the joint, fingertips touching the pad of his thumb. Despite the terrible charley horse throbbing sharply in your leg, you gnaw at your bottom lip. The picture of those thick fingers sliding inside of you makes your mouth water.

You swallow down your excess saliva, Adam’s eyes tracing your throat as it bobs. He bares his teeth, as if toying with the idea to lunge forward and litter your neck in marks. The thought is appealing, adorning his bruises and bites as he uses his skilled tongue to circle his branding. But unfortunately, the pain in your calf makes itself known. Your eyes squeeze together tightly as you grimace, mouth dropping in a piercing curse.

When you muster up the strength to open your eyelids, Adam’s eyes have softened. Surprisingly, he even looks concerned. He rises to his knees, letting your right foot fall to the mattress, knee bent up towards the sky. Your other leg, crying out, is straightened, and moved to rest right where his neck meets his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Adam asks. There’s no mistaking the worry in his voice, even as he hides behind his typical bravado. Your heart thuds, the reminder that yes, he still cares about you, fresh in your chest. His tongue pokes out to lick up the remaining juices on his lips, and suddenly your heart is pounding for a different reason. “Can’t handle the heat?”

“My– leg.” You spit out in between fitiful gasps. He raises an eyebrow. “--cramping.”

“Oh shit.” He sputters out. He rests a hand on the meat of your right thigh, gentle in a way you’re not used to, not with him. “This leg?”

You shake your head, and knock your left foot against the back of his head. He points an index finger towards that leg. You nod.

“Where?”

“My calf.”

Hands, calloused from his time spent strumming his guitar, dig into your leg. You instantly writhe, trying to shimmy away from the uncomfortable pressure. Adam persists, kneading into the muscle. He holds steady eye contact with you as he does so, manipulating the knot in your leg until it’s melting under his touch, soothing under his fingers. His eyes, boring into you, are burning with an intensity. You feel weirdly vulnerable under his gaze, the intimacy of the moment creeping up on you. It feels more personal than just sex. It makes you want to hide away, cover yourself with the duvet and run to the hills. But you don’t. Instead you sigh and relax into the bed.

Adam continues massaging you for a few moments longer, even though the throb in your calf has long since disappeared. You smile at him in silent gratitude, the corners soft and shaky. He looks down at you, and you imagine how you must look– disheveled hair splain against the pillow, hands tightly gripping the sheets, legs spread, with one hooked over his shoulder. You definitely look as wrecked as you feel.

Something unreadable passes over his face, eclipsing his expression. He used to be easy to read, something you both laughed and fought over. You wonder if you’ve lost your touch, if the months spent away have made you rusty in deciphering his large emotions. You don’t have much time to spend pondering, not when that odd look is replaced with a much more familiar impish grin. You pretend not to notice how it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Instead, you let hot flames lick at your stomach as Adam’s hands sneak forwards, moving to knead into your thigh. He runs his palms up and down the flesh, leaving behind a warm trail. You break the intimate eye contact, letting your head loll backwards on the pillow. He wraps his hands around the width of your thigh, lifting it off his shoulder and bending it around his waist. Your other leg automatically joins, together wrapping around his soft curves. You tighten your grasp around him, Rendering him trapped. As if he’d rather be anywhere else.

His fingers graze the plush of your quads before moving his hands in, onto your inner thighs. Adam only lets his finger tips brush against your skin, the touch tantalizing. Those flames transform into a burning bonfire as he comes dangerously close to your center, but never quite touching. A whimper falls off your lips on one particular teasing run of his fingers. Adam lets out a low whistle and grips his hand, grabbing the meat of your thigh.

“Damn, baby. Your muscles are pretty tight.” You raise your head off the cushion and trace the slope of that damned smirk. “You know what else is tight?”

Without warning, a finger pushes into your slit. Your breath catches in your throat, shallow enough that your shoulders shake. He presses the pad of his finger in and gathers your wetness. You keen into him, pressing your hips up for more, more, more, but he doesn’t give. Instead, all too quickly, he pulls out. Adam’s golden brown eyes squeeze shut as he pops his finger into his mouth, groaning appreciatively at the taste. You clench around nothing, head tipping back against the pillow.

Two fingers prod at your mouth. You part your lips and Adam pushes them in, resting them on your tongue. You begin licking and sucking them, as you would his dick. When your tongue makes an especially sensual pass against the underside of his digits, you hear his breath stutter. His eyes are half-lidded transfixed on the way you take him, no doubt imagining something else in your mouth. Because it’s Adam, he shoves his fingers further in, until you gag around them. His other hand comes to rest on your inner thigh, thumb tracing shapes in your skin. You doubt he even realizes he’s doing it. All the same, it makes your heart squeeze. When he’s gathered enough spit, he reluctantly removes his fingers.

“That’a girl.” Adam praises. His hand moves to your center, lazily circling your clit with his lubricated digit. Not quite touching, but pleasure shivers up your spine all the same. He drags his finger down, passing over your folds, before pressing into you, all the way to the first knuckle. A sharp inhale. He slowly pushes further in until you’re taking the second knuckle. Then he begins to pump his finger, in and out. When you begin to relax, he adds a second finger, curling it against your walls. You writhe beneath him, grinding into his palm until he’s forced to place a hand on your lower stomach, coercing you to stay still. You oblige, the pressure only adding to the euphoria.

You trail your hand, reaching down to toy with your clit, desperate and needy. You roll it between your index and middle fingers, letting out a soft mewl. This seems to spur Adam on. His breathing goes ragged, and the fingers inside you curl deeper, until he’s hitting a soft, spongy spot. You see stars, burning bright and loud, static enveloping your ears, molten lava running through your veins. It’s overwhelming. It’s not enough. Something builds within you, deep, rich. You pant, tongue sticking out in an obscene display, before biting your lip, stifling the noises threatening to bubble up. Adam watches, tutting, voice surprisingly steady.

“C’mon, pretty thing. Don’t hide from me. I want to hear you.” He coos.

Adam presses the tips of his fingers against that sweet spot, enticing you to let loose and give in. You fight against him, defiant, even in bed. It riles him even more than if you were obedient and listening to his every word. He always craved a fight, always picking one with you. It was tiring. It was exhilarating. It wasn’t good for you. You find yourself not caring. You bite down hard enough to make your lip bleed, but that coil in your gut is promising to snap. Your legs begin to shake. Your heart pounds. Your mouth drops open. You’re on the edge, about to absolutely explode.

Adam stingingly slaps your hand away from your clit, causing you to jolt in shock. His fingers freeze inside of you. Your orgasm, just about to crest, recedes like a tide sinking back to the ocean. You try to chase it, thrashing and bucking your hips against him, desperate for him to keep going. You were right there . Frustration wells in the corners of your eyes, blinking back bitter tears. You have half a mind to push him off and get the job done yourself. But Adam’s hand on your stomach keeps you pinned, at the mercy of him. You loathe to admit that it makes you pulse around him. You’d think the feeling would allure him to continue pleasuring you, maybe even pull his digits out and replace them with something else, but he’s a man on a mission.

“Who have you slept with since me?” he demands.

Your brain short-circuits, the words don’t compute. It sounds like you’re underwater, obscured, distorted, taking too long to reach you. You feel out of your body, on another plane of existence. You’re still left crawling towards the orgasm he snatched away. If you close your eyes and focus, you can still feel it, just barely there, evaporating. You chase it. Distantly, you hear Adam snarl at your silence. He must be unhappy at the implications. The thought makes you smile, loopy. You aren’t too sure why. Your neurons are misfiring. The hand on your stomach moves up to pinch your nipple, hard. You suddenly shriek, wound too tight, like a rubber band about to snap.

“No one!” you squeak out, honest and raw. “I haven’t slept with anyone else!”

“Not even that guy you were with tonight?” Adam spits out. You shake your head against the pillow.

“Just—” Another pinch. You gasp, blinking through sensitive tears. “Just wanted to make you jealous.”

He lets out a ragged groan. “Fuck. You got what you wanted.”

Almost as if it’s your reward for being honest, he begins moving his hand again. He slowly pulls his two fingers back, almost completely outside of you, only the fingertips remaining inside. Face pinching tight, you whimper, a meek, pained sound. Every inch of you is burning with need, all encompassing. It’s the only thing you can process. You feel swaddled in it, only able to think about Adam. To breathe him. To feel him. It feels like heaven. It feels like hell. He left no physical mark, but he’s still branded on your brain. You cling onto it, hissing when his digits thrust back in and curl against your g-spot.

“I was real pissed,” he growls. It’s like he’s unable to stop talking. Another thrust. “Thought you already replaced me.” Another.

The words tumble out before you can think. “Could never replace you. No one makes me feel this good.”

He freezes.“...You mean that?”

You whimper in pathetic agreement. At this point, you’re willing to say anything, to do anything, just to get him to keep going. Even if that means being embarrassingly sincere, baring your heart for him just to rip it with his teeth. You can be humiliated about it later, but not now, not when he seems crazed over your words, practically foaming at the mouth. It makes you wonder who’s really topping who. Two more thrusts. You feel yourself barreling towards your release. You’re tied to the tracks, the freight train about to hit.

“Fuck yes.” His voice breaks. “Oh, baby. There’s no getting rid of me now.”

He continues moving, building to an intense rhythm. His other hand, still resting at your breast, begins to gently tweak your bud. Pleasure erupts, buzzing beneath your skin. All too quick, you’re back to dangling off the edge, as if he had never stopped. A thin layer of sweat sheens on your body, your hair is all tangled up, and you keep suppressing mortifying sounds. By all means, you should feel gross. But Adam doesn’t leave much room for you to think that way, not when he stares up at you like he’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You can’t remember the last time he’s looked at you like that. Before you had broken up, it was all annoyance and anger. It seems time has treated him well, made him oddly soft around the edges.

Then, quiet. “Say you’ll take me back.”

“What?” you pant, brain still sliding through pleasure.

“Say it.” He’s pleading now. “Say you’re gonna take me back.”

“Adam—”

He stops again. You groan, guttural and extended, body trembling. Frustration peaks, sick of all this pushing and pulling. You expect Adam to seem smug, delighted how he’s been edging you for the past however-long. But instead, he looks pitiful, begging and whining like a wet dog. He rises, hand still burrowed in you, and leans in close. He presses his cheek against yours, nipping your earlobe, before whispering. “I’ll let you come, I swear. As many times as you want. On my fingers. My tongue. My cock. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. Just say you still want me.”

You nod frantically. Whatever will get him to continue. “Okay!”

He moves, placing his face in your view until he’s all you can see, all you can smell, can feel, can hear, can taste. It’s overpowering. He’s smiling, seemingly thrilled.“Okay, what?”

“I’ll take you back!”

His whole body racks with a shudder, as if those words are the deepest form of erotica he’s ever heard. It makes you sober up, even if just for a moment. What did you just agree to? You heard his words, understood his meaning, and said yes . Are you insane? Adam wasn’t good to you, isn’t good for you. You know this. Fear slices through as you eye his crazed smile. He looks like an absolute madman, a wild glint in his eyes, seemingly seconds away from absolutely devouring you. He laughs hysterically. You seriously can’t imagine taking him back. But then his eyes crinkle, and his smile tilts into a lop-sided grin. He looks excited. Looks relieved. Looks happy. Suddenly, it’s all you can think about, even through the lust. A giggle bubbles through, and you’re laughing with him. It’s the kind of laugh that comes when your choices don’t make sense, but they feel good anyway. The kind of laugh that borders on tears.

When the sound eventually tapers out, he leans forward and places a light kiss on your forehead, lips barely brushing your skin. He lingers there, and you can feel him still smiling. You smile back, but something twists in your stomach. Your eyebrows furrow at the sensation, but your mind is quickly dragged to the empty feeling as Adam pulls his fingers out. You shiver. He makes a show of licking a stripe up the length of his digits, slick with your juices. Under the spotlight of your attention, he sends you a sultry wink. That same empty feeling blooms across your skin when he pulls away completely, stumbling off the bed. Did you do something wrong? You flush when you think back to agreeing– he was probably just being a typical dickhole, trying to feed his ego and get you to admit you miss him.

But then he reaches for the waistband of his boxers, and you understand.

Adam slides his underwear down past his knees, letting it pool at his ankles, and steps through. His dick, now on delicious full display, bobs. It looks painfully hard, flushed with such an intense red, it almost seems purple. Pre-cum beads at the slit of his tip, dripping down his shaft. He lays his palm in front of his face and spits, collecting right in the middle of his hand, and begins pumping his cock, trying his best to lubricate it with his saliva. If you were patient enough to wait to be filled, you’d drop to your knees and beg him to let you do it yourself. Plead for him to fuck your face, to let you choke around his dick. Ask nicely if he could tug you by your hair, and force you to take the whole length of him. Instead, you prop yourself up, shakily leaning back on your elbows.

“How do you want me?” you ask, tongue darting out.

“On your back.”

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. Usually, he’d prefer you on all fours, back curved to the shape of his body, yanking you by your hair. He’d slam into you, and you’d meet him halfway, pressing your ass into him. Sometimes, even when he was feeling too prideful to give you complete control, he’d let you ride him, his cock splitting you in two as you bounce up and down. He’d eventually lose patience and grab your hips, moving you at his own pace. Missionary was saved for softer moments, when he’d muster up enough courage to look you in the eyes as he displayed his heart for you. At your expression, he continues.

“I want to see your face–” He swallows. “when I push into you.”

It’s a weak excuse. You know it. Since when has his intentions been as simple as that? But you find yourself not caring as he kneels on the bed and crawls towards you, like a predator stalking its prey. You curl your finger, teasingly beckoning him to come closer, spreading your legs far apart to give him a full view. He greedily drinks it in, settling right between your thighs. He runs the head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing like he’ll give in, but he displays an out-of-character strength of discipline. You groan, out of annoyance and lust. You try to grind against him, to get some sort of friction, but he places his hand on your stomach to hold you down. In a different attempt to entice him, you jut your lip out in a pout.

“Please, Adam, I need you.” you whine. He eats it up, practically lapping it out of a golden spoon.

“Yeah?”

You nod frantically. “I want to feel you inside me.’

“Fuck. Who am I to deny my girl what she wants?” Adam inserts his head, slowly sinking into you. The stretch of your pussy, molding around the length of him, sucking him in, feels overwhelming. You crave more. And you’re fed it, though, at a steadier pace than you desire. You know he’s trying to be gentle, to not hurt you, but you can’t help but be tetchy. You need him, and you need him now. Eventually, he bottoms out into you, pelvis flush against your center. He lets out a tight groan like he’s been struck, head falling forwards, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. You aren’t much better off, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Shit– baby. I missed you.”

His hips rock into you, fucking you with an intensity so strong, it shakes you from bottom to top. You throb around him, walls clenching his cock as you gladly take it. His balls slap against your ass as he pulls out and pistons forwards. On one particularly harsh pass of his hips, his dick rubs against that sweet spot. Suddenly, you’re out of your body, swimming in an endless galaxy, where the only thing you’re aware of is pure pleasure. Your hands find his back, clawing and scratching hard enough to barely break the skin. The first mark of the night. Adam pathetically keens into it before pouncing forward. He curls his lip, showing off his sharp canines, and bites down on your neck. Your mouth drops in a loud, broken sob.

“Adam!”

“Yeah.”

“Adam–”

“Yeah–”

You’re coming. You’re coming and it’s never felt so good, nothing has ever felt so good, and all you can feel and think is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure until your brain melts into a puddle of goop and distantly you’re aware that Adam is still pounding into you and licking at the bruising skin and you can sense it but you can’t feel it and, and, and–

When you finally come down, Adam’s pace has slowed into a lazy roll of his hips. He’s saying something, but you can’t hear anything, your heartbeat thick in your ears. Your throat feels hoarse as if you’ve been screaming. Embarrassment floods through you– everyone in the party has definitely heard you. But then his cock brushes against your g-spot, and you’re jolting with oversensitivity. Adam smirks, crooked and smug, before leaning forward and catching your lips. He kisses you sweetly while he burrows into you harshly. The contradiction has you moaning all the same.

He rips himself out of you, your walls squeezing around him as he exits as if trying to keep him in. He takes his cock in hand, aiming it over your abs, and begins feverishly pumping it. It doesn’t take long before he’s whining your name, jaw dropping and eyes squeezing tight. Thick ropes of come land on your stomach, warm and sticky. His breathing evens out, slowing down enough to expand his diaphragm. Adam, still lazily thrusting into his fist, drags a finger through the pool of his release and, just like before, pressing it to your lips. You part your mouth and he slips it inside. Your tongue swirls around it, lapping up his seed. When his finger is clean, he removes it from your mouth, and lets it drop to his side. With a loud ‘oomf,’ Adam flops himself onto the mattress next to you. Wrapping a protective arm around you, he drags you close.

“Adam.”

He gently shushes you, causing your eyes to narrow. You thrash against him, twisting and pushing to escape him. To insist he cleans you up from his quickly-drying come. To at least let you use his wet shirt to wipe it up. But Adam’s grip around you tightens, almost painful. It makes you wince, makes you take in a sharp inhale of air. In contrast to his rough handling, his chin gently comes to rest on the top of your head. He nuzzles into your hair, humming happily.

“You’re never leaving me again.”

#everyone go read this NOWWW #going insane...#<33 ughh anything ggjunkie posts is a masterpiece

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╰┄ ⛥ synopsis ┊ 「 A man of his word, Adam refuses to let you leave until bringing you to ecstasy a minimum of three times with only his tongue and fingers. But one neighbor in particular doesn't seem too happy about it, much to your embarrassment and Adam's chagrin . . . 」

╰┄ ⛥ content warnings ┊ 「 ⛥ Adam x Reader ⛥ Afab!Reader ⛥ No pronouns or Y/N used, but Reader is referred to as "good girl" ⛥ Human!AU ⛥ Explicit / 18+ Only / MDNI ⛥ Sexual situations ⛥ Breeding ⛥ Dirty talk ⛥ Unprotected sex ⛥ Creampie ⛥ Vaginal fingering ⛥ Cunnilingus ⛥ Hand-job (no finish) ⛥ PleasureDom!Adam ⛥ Overstimulation ⛥ Dacryphilia ⛥ Mild breath play ⛥ Daddy kink ⛥ Multiple orgasms (f) ⛥ Shower sex (oral only, f) ⛥ Edging (Adam, self) ⛥ Nosy neighbor Gladys ⛥ 」

╰┄ ⛥ word count ┊ 「 12,320 」

╰┄ ⛥ feat. characters ┊ 「 ⛥ Adam ⛥ Reader ⛥ Gladys (Adam's elderly neighbor) ⛥ Extras ⛥ 」

“Food poisoning, huh? So, that's why you left so suddenly.”

Pressing a single finger to your lips, you mimed for Adam to be quiet as you spoke with your boss, quietly shushing him. Adam curled his lips inward over his teeth, struggling to stifle his laughter at your comically poor performance - he was trying so hard, but every word that poured from your mouth only served as fuel for the flames. He closed his eyes and pinched his own wrist in an attempt to remain silent, using the pain as a distraction, but his snorting giggles continued to slip through the cracks.

“Y-yeah, and I don't— hrrk! … t-think I'm gonna make it back to work today. My stomach's really messed uh—”

With an exaggerated gagging sound, you covered your mouth for added effect, hoping that your boss would believe your lie if you could make yourself sound the same as when you were actually sick. You even tried to trick yourself into believing you were ill, if only to better sell your lie. Adam tossed his head back, his face turning red from his efforts. It always seemed like something was ten times more hilarious when you weren’t supposed to laugh, as he’d come to find out when another loud snort escaped, one that you managed to cover up with a louder retching sound, your hand shooting out to cover Adam's mouth.

“Hey, no, ew! Don't throw up while we're on the phone! You're gonna make ME puke!” Your boss began to shout, her own retching noises coming through the speaker, forcing you to bite your lip as a wave of your own laughter fought its way to the surface. “I-I'm so— … Sorry! I can't h-hold it—” you spoke, gagging after every other word, your face contorting to one of anguish in your efforts to suppress your giggling. Seeing Adam fight his own battle only made it that much harder for you to keep quiet.

Setting the phone down on your thigh, you raised your now free hand to once again shush the large man sitting next to you. You were never the type to call off last minute or abandon your shift half-way through, so you needed to make this believable, but the incessant giggling wasn't helping with your delivery in the slightest. “Okay, okay, I'm hanging up on you now! Bye!” Thankfully though, your boss seemed to have bought the lie, as the phone suddenly went dead and the call ended, their name flashing across your screen momentarily before returning to your contact list.

The second you removed your hand from Adam's mouth, a loud, boisterous laugh ripped through the air like a thunderclap, his entire body shaking with each rolling wave. Though you tried not to, you couldn’t help yourself and began laughing along with him, lips curling upwards as you shook your head and reached to slap his arm playfully.

“I told you to be quiet! You almost blew my cover!” Adam waved a hand in the air, leaning back on the couch's armrest and covering his face with one hand, trying to calm himself down enough to finally speak. “Sorry, sorry… but that was some of the worst acting I've ever seen!” he exclaimed, wiping at the stray tears in his eyes as he turned back to face you. “Hey! I thought it was pretty good…” The pouting expression on your face and the way you puffed out your cheeks in mock anger brought on a new, lighter wave of chuckling.

“It was pretty somethin’, alright. I'm surprised she bought it.”

“Hmph! Meanie…”

You continued to pout, crossing your arms over your chest and turning away from Adam. You knew you weren't the best at acting - certainly not golden globe worthy; but he didn't need to laugh so hard at what you thought was a convincing performance. It was a bruise on your ego. Clicking his tongue and cooing sweetly at your actions, Adam reached out and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you toward him as his amusement began to fade, though one or two chuckles still managed to escape. “Oh come on babe, I'm just teasing. If it makes you feel better, it was pretty cute, too.”

With another huff, you tried to maintain your little facade, but the way his words were dripping with honey had you folding like a house of cards within mere seconds. Clicking your own tongue, you turned back to face Adam, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you admitted defeat.

“I guess it does a little bit… you’re still mean, though.”

Sticking your tongue out, Adam laughed again at your child-like antics, finding them to be quite adorable. He turned your body away from him and wrapped his strong arms around your middle, situating you between his legs draped across the couch and pulling your back to his chest. A serene silence filled the air once his amusement finally died out completely, and he began to absentmindedly play with your hair - running his fingers through the strands and occasionally twirling a lock or two.

Adam wasn't the type to stick around after a good fuck, and he couldn't be sure what it was that people talked about at these points. Aftercare was never his thing - he would always clean himself up and allow his partner a chance to do the same before kicking them to the curb, no kiss goodbye or promises of a second date. But, ever the cliche, things were different with you. With you, he felt content to sit there in silence, no urgency to get you out the door as he held you close. It was ironic, really. The one time he was supposed to send someone on their merry way after rocking their world so thoroughly, he wanted nothing more than to stop time instead.

He chalked it up as a result of contractual obligations and the possibility this attempt at conception ends in failure.

Neither of you paid any attention to how much time had passed, simply enjoying the other's presence and the tranquility of the moment. Laying your head back, you closed your eyes and allowed your body to relax, the gentle strokes of Adam's hand and his steady breathing lulling you into a somnolent state of mind. You needed to get up, to gather your composure and leave if you wanted your relationship to remain strictly transactional. But it was hard to find the motivation when you felt so peaceful for a change.

You didn't want to leave, but you knew you had to. With a heavy sigh, you freed yourself from Adam's hold and swung your legs off the couch. “Hey, is it okay if I take a quick shower here? I feel all sweaty and gross,” you asked, reaching to pick up the shirt you so haphazardly discarded in your salacious endeavors.

Letting out a sigh of his own, Adam raked a hand through his hair, grimacing at the thin layer of sweat drying at the roots before his mouth shifted to a teasing smirk. “You say that like it's a bad thing.” Nodding your head side to side a couple of times, you mulled over his statement for a moment or two, then shrugged your shoulders as you turned to look at him. “The reasons aren't bad, but the feeling is.”

“Eh, tomato, tomahto, or some shit like that. Whatever,” Adam spoke, his words giving you pause, shrugging his shoulders as well as he stood up and offered you a hand. Without hesitation, you took it and let him pull you to your feet, smiling inwardly as his hands hovered over your upper arms when you wobbled slightly, ready to grab hold and keep you from falling if necessary. Maybe you just haven’t given it enough time, but you were failing to see what Lute meant exactly when she told you Adam was a douche. He was crass, sure. But overall he seemed… good—

‘No, no, no! You're not looking for love, you're looking for a baby!’ your brain was screaming, reminding you of what it was that brought you here in the first place.

The moment Adam was sure you were steady on your feet, he lowered his hands and took hold of yours once more, guiding you down the short hallway to a three-way split. You assumed one door was to the bathroom, one to a bedroom, and the third was either a second bedroom or a closet - though considering how narrow the middle door appeared compared to the other two, the latter was more likely.

Opening the door to his right, Adam stepped to the side and let you go into the bathroom first, which meant the door to your left must have been the bedroom. Much like the living room, his bathroom had a minimalist set up - basic amenities such as a sink, toilet, and a standing shower, plus a half mirror and a hook for towels or clothes.

Not much in the way of decoration, but there was a dingy bathmat on the floor next to the shower; a cup with a toothbrush; a comb; and what looked to be a new razor and tub of hair gel on the counter. It wasn't messy, rather, it was just small, with no obvious storage options - the mirror didn't pull out, and the sink was a stand-alone. Fitting for what you assumed was a bachelor pad.

“Reason and feeling aren't the same,” you commented offhandedly. Hanging your shirt on the empty hook, you opened the frosted glass door and started the shower, turning the knobs until the water reached a desirable temperature. “Yeah, but both of them led us here, so the distinction doesn't matter,” Adam called from the hallway, his words followed by the clicking of the closet door's latch before he stepped into the bathroom with a couple towels draped over one arm.

You paused for a moment, thinking over what he said and soon relented, allowing him this win in your light banter. “You're not wrong.” With your back to him, you paid him no mind as you bent down to slip one shoe off. But before you could get much further than that, your attention was pulled back to Adam when you heard the clinking of his loose belt behind you.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you glanced over your shoulder to see Adam supporting his weight on the wall with one arm and one leg in the air, undoing the laces of his boot with his free hand. Once they were loose enough, he slipped it off and repeated the process with the other, his belt buckle jingling with every motion. “... What'cha doing?” you asked, though you were already fairly certain of the answer. Kicking his boots to the side, Adam looked at you again and flashed a devilish smile when he clocked the light pink dusting across your face.

And oh boy, he just couldn't help himself with what he was about to do next.

“What's it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a shower. Why?” he asked, playing the fool and trying to seem entirely innocent as he slowly pulled his belt from the loops. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Adam lifted his chin and stared down his nose at you with that teasing look in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he could practically hear your heart thumping away, beating faster and faster the slower he moved.

Adam didn't look away from you, not even for a millisecond as he unbuttoned his jeans and painstakingly lowered the zipper, reveling in the sight of your face turning three shades darker. He pushed both his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal the top half of his pubic hair, then slipped one hand past the layers of fabric and very obviously began to stroke himself within their confines as you watched with bated breath.

He knew he had you hooked the second you turned away again, highly amused by your sudden bashfulness in spite of your earlier activities. “Ohhh, I get it. Did you think you were gonna shower alone?” he cooed sweetly, taking only two half steps to stand directly behind you and tracing oh-so-lightly the pads of his fingers up your back to the taut band of your bra.

‘Yes…’ you thought to yourself, swallowing hard as you released a shuddering breath, a new wave of arousal flooding your veins and clouding your senses. Your heart pounded in your ears as he held you in place by the hip, his other hand moving higher and higher along your spine to eventually settle in your hair. Gently grabbing a fistful of the silky strands, Adam gave it a sudden and firm tug, pulling your head back until you were forced to look at the ceiling. When he heard your surprised gasp followed by the soft moan that escaped your lips, his crooked little smirk widened even further as he leaned down to whisper in your ear,

“‘Cause if you did, you thought wrong.”

Nipping at the shell of your ear, Adam traced the hand resting on your hip around to your front, a blistering heat blooming within your chest and spreading throughout your entire body. He moved to place slow, deliberate kisses to the tender skin of your neck, trailing downwards as he pulled your body against his, allowing you to feel exactly how hard his shaft was. “Adam…” You sighed, closing your eyes as he let out a low, devious chuckle, his hand moving up your front and slipping beneath your bra's cup to massage your breast.

Why was your heart beating so hard, so loud this time around? You'd think after your couch escapades that you would be over the anticipatory build up, but no. It was different this time. Though there was still very much an animalistic hunger in every kiss, every touch, this time there was no sense of urgency, no impatience behind his movements. No, he was going to take his time with you, get you all worked up just to watch you unravel over, and over, and over again until the only thing you knew was his name and how good he could make you feel.

And oh, yes — he was going to savor it.

Shushing you, Adam sucked at your already bruising flesh, tugging your head to the side for better access to your most sensitive spots. “Now be a good girl…” he whispered, tweaking a pert nipple between two fingers and eliciting a low moan from you when he nipped at your pulse point. “— and strip…” trailing his kisses back up your neck, Adam's lips brushed against the shell of your ear and he began to rock his hips against your backside.

“— all the way down for me.”

“A-Adam, please— fuck!”

Your breathless moans and a wet slurping noise filled the air, mingling with the steam of the shower as you yanked helplessly at Adam's dampened hair. With your back firmly pressed to the tiled wall, Adam was kneeling before you with a leg tossed over each shoulder, keeping you suspended, stationary, and completely at his mercy. His strong arms coiled around your slick thighs, bringing any attempt at escape to a screeching halt long before you could even try.

Adam hummed softly, his mouth and tongue diligently working away at your puffy folds, his thumb gently tugging your clitoral hood back to better expose the little bundle of nerves. He would alternate between drawing concentrated circles and rapidly flicking the firm tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, relishing the way your thighs would jerk and spasm at each stroke. With a single feather light kiss, Adam pulled back and nuzzled the tip of his nose against your clit, golden flecked hues staring up at you through dark lashes, his gaze teasing and possessive, tone drenched with faux innocence. “Hmm? Somethin’ the matter, baby?”

Clenching your eyes shut tight, you let your head loll back and whimpered when it hit the wall just a little too hard. As you continued to incoherently plead for a small break, Adam licked a long stripe through your glistening folds, perineum to clit, patiently waiting for you to answer his question. You pulled at his hair again, but it did nothing to deter his enthusiastic advances, only earning you a pleasured grunt and another swipe of his agile muscle.

Though half his face was obscured by the position and the close proximity, you could tell he was enjoying this torture just a little too much by the occasional chuckle and his vibrating hums. “I— … I can’t—” How long has Adam been at it now? You couldn't remember, your brain having turned to mush after your second orgasm, that heaven sent tongue of his unyielding as he tirelessly lapped away at your cunt.

Adam smirked widely at your tensed reactions, your body betraying your words as your hips rocked against his mouth. Digging his nails into your right thigh, he unwrapped one arm from your leg and easily inserted two fingers into your pulsating heat, pumping at an agonizingly slow pace. He let out another moan, the vibrations sending tingles up your spine as he massaged your inner walls and sucked vigorously on that little nub.

“Guess we're gonna be here a while, then.”

Tears began to form along your water line, threatening to fall with every lick, your walls clamping down around his thick digits. You continued to whine and beg, squirming in his grasp when he curled his fingers and pressed hard on your g-spot. Muscles taut and straining, you tried to push his head away with the palm of your hand to his forehead, struggling against the overwhelming pleasure delivered from every ridge, every divot of his skilled tongue.

Silently cursing yourself and your inability to hold your tongue, you thought back on the events that put you in this position.

Standing beneath the water and letting its soothing warmth relax your tight muscles, you raked your hands through your hair as you rinsed the soap from your tresses. Though Adam’s words, actions, and physical state most certainly hinted at a round two, your hopes were quickly dashed when he began to wash himself as usual, cheeky grin wide and taunting. Face still burning red hot, you stole glances at Adam's naked body when you were sure he wasn't looking, pouting slightly as the water finally ran clear.

“You really got my hopes up for this?” you grumbled, gaze running over his robust figure as he scrubbed away at his short hair, the motions creating a thick lather from the shampoo he used. Letting out an amused breath, Adam nudged you away from the water so that he could rinse his own hair, eyes clenched shut to avoid getting soap in them. “It's your own fault. Water ain't free, and you already started the shower, sooo…” Adam trailed off, but his words went in one ear and right out the other.

Humming softly, all you could focus on were the droplets of water cascading down his back, highlighting every curve of his husky build and pooling slightly in the dimples above his very smackable, plump ass. You wanted so badly to run your tongue up his spine and nibble at the fatty muscle of his neck, to have his heavy breathing in your ear as he brought you to the brink once more, but the embarrassment brought on by his teasing wouldn't let you do anything more than steal glances and pretend like it didn't bother you. It did bother you though, and you were sure Adam was aware of that by the occasional mirthful huff and click of his tongue. And when all he did was smile knowingly when he finally caught you staring, you knew - that bastard was enjoying this.

‘Okay motherfucker, it's on now.’

Chewing your bottom lip nervously, you tried to muster the courage to tease him back, to give him a taste of his own medicine. Grabbing for the body wash, you squeezed a generous amount from the bottle into your hand, then offered it to Adam when he stepped away from the water. “Oh, please. That’s just an excuse,” you sighed nonchalantly as you began to spread the syrupy cleanser all over your body, maintaining an expression of boredom and disinterest even when you felt his piercing stare on your ample bosom. “For what?” You heard Adam ask, the corner of your mouth twitching up into a lopsided smirk as you intentionally moved slower when going over your breasts, ass, and thighs. “You not keeping your word. You lied.”

“... fucking pardon?” Adam asked, slightly offended that you would call him a liar, but too curious to see where you were going with this to say or do much else. You bit the inside of your cheek to stay focused on your goal, watching him from the corner of your eye as he copied your actions with the body wash. “You don't remember? When we first met, you said you wouldn’t let me leave the bed before making me cum on your face at least three times,” you reminded him, and slowly watched the gears start to turn in his head, an unwarranted blush finding residence on your cheeks as you turned away. Though his words had been nothing more than a hypothetical statement back then, it didn’t seem to matter as it finally dawned on him.

Tossing his head back with a short chuckle, Adam unabashedly eyed your figure as you bent over to spread the soap along your calves and ankles, struggling more and more to maintain an aloof demeanor the longer this little game of yours dragged on. “Does this look like a bed to you?” he asked in the same bored tone you were using, only he made it seem effortless, as if he truly wasn’t interested. He knew what you were doing and, never one to back down from a challenge, Adam began to subtly stroke his half-hardened length under the pretense he was cleaning himself to push you further down that line.

With a shrug of your shoulders, you pushed past him to stand under the water once more, moaning softly at the warmth that enveloped you and rinsed away the soap. “Tomato, tomahto, or some shit like that,’” you parroted his earlier statement, earning a snort of laughter from the man behind you. “Ha! Good one,” he said, tone sarcastic as he rolled his eyes at your response.

Making an exaggerated moan this time, you ran your fingers through your wet hair, letting both hands rest in the crook on either side of your neck and giving Adam a side glance. “I'm just saying—” you started, once again stepping away from the water so that he could rinse off too. “I came twice already, but neither were on your face; it's almost time for me to leave; and you're being a tease.” You stared at his back as the soap ran down, leaving a pleasant yet powerful scent behind.

“And? Don't act like you're not getting off on it. I can see right through you,” he chimed before sucking in a sharp breath when he felt your fingers unexpectedly dance across his back in a gentle massage. Determined to not break first in this impromptu game of sexual chicken, Adam turned his head to the side to look over his shoulder at you when you pressed your front to his back, hands gliding up and down his wet skin. “You’re right, I do. But it makes me think—” you paused, reaching around his large frame to brush your fingertips over his now fully erect cock.

‘Damn, must've done something right if you're coming back for more so soon,’ he thought smugly, not minding in the slightest when you finally took the plunge and wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping him at a slow pace as the game continued. With a shallow buck of his hips, Adam urged you to go faster, the water acting as a lubricant and making it easy to pick up speed. “— you’re nothing but talk,” you finished, placing a soft kiss in between his shoulder blades, cupping his heavy balls with your other hand and experimentally rolling them between your digits.

And there it was - the camel crippling straw. Adam didn’t care about losing anymore now that shots had been fired. Not only had you called him a liar, now you were openly disparaging his abilities - and without any proof, no less! He couldn't let that slide, water bill be damned. Letting out a low, almost wicked kind of laugh, Adam grabbed both of your wrists and yanked your hands away. Faster than you could process, he had turned around, pushed you back against the shower wall, and pinned your hands above your head, leaving you wide open, vulnerable, and completely helpless.

“Someone's got a mouth on them. Let's see how long that lasts.”

A shiver ran up your spine, though you couldn't be sure if it was from the memories replaying in your head or the icy drops raining down on your dangling calves and feet. “T-the water's getting too cold!” But all he did was hum in agreement, unfazed by the cold water hitting his muscled back. “I know,” he said, unbothered even as goosebumps rose along every centimeter of his flesh where the water hit. He was bothered, but it didn't matter - he had something to prove right now, damn it! That was enough to keep him going, to egg him on further as he opened his mouth wider and pressed his tongue flat against your sweet mound.

“I can't feel my toes—” you sobbed, thighs trembling both from the overstimulation and the cold. If you had known he was going to take your little taunts so seriously, you would have waited until you were out of the shower - at least then, you wouldn't be freezing. Biting your lower lip and letting out a long whine, you dug your nails into Adam's scalp and closed your legs around his head, hoping it would be enough to make him relent or at least move things to the bedroom.

But very much so in the same manner as before, your hopes for a quick reprieve were dashed when all he did was groan at the subtle pain and sudden pressure over his ears. Adam curled his fingers inside you, massaging that spongy spot that had your entire body shaking, sucking fervently on your clit and enhancing the pleasure to a near unbearable degree. He continued to alternate between sucking and flicking his tongue over your little pink bud, showing mercy a couple seconds later by pulling back and placing a light kiss to your clit.

Staring up at you, Adam smirked teasingly as he began to scissor his fingers, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs as a low chuckle rumbled through his thickset chest. “What’s that saying about poking bears?” he asked, highly amused by the exasperated whine that clawed its way past your lips as his own latched onto your clit once more, sucking and flicking with a renewed vigor. “Adammm…” you cried, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and mixing with the water that dripped from your hair, walls fluttering around his digits as he pistoned his fingers in and out of your heated core.

Another sinister laugh filled the air at the pathetic state he'd put you in, reduced to an empty-headed blubbering mess, unable to run away from his pleasurable ministrations - whether you wanted to or not. He liked seeing you like this; brows furrowed, teary eyes half shut, cheeks painted a dusty pink, your every muscle taut and trembling as he pushed you higher and higher… Truly a sight to behold, one he so badly wished he could snap a couple lewd shots of for later.

With a harsh suck on your clit, Adam pulled away just as the edges of your vision began turning white, wails of frustration and the involuntary gyrating of your hips testimony to how close you had been to your release. “Please, please, please, please, please—!” you cried as tears rolled down your cheeks, your hands now trying to draw him back in before your orgasm was completely lost. It was enough to pull a guttural moan from him, to convince him to show you a little bit of mercy. Unwrapping his other arm from around your thigh, Adam smirked and nuzzled the tip of his nose against your sensitive bud, voice thick and eyes glazed over with a new-found arousal as he stared up at you.

“Keep those legs wrapped around my head, or I’ll up it to five.”

Swallowing hard, you hesitantly nodded your head after a couple seconds of deliberation, having learned your lesson about poking the metaphorical bear. “Good girl,” he praised, placing a few feather light kisses to your delicious mound before picking up where he had left off, wasting no time in bringing you back to the cliff's edge once more. Opening his mouth wide, Adam went back to devouring the savory meal splayed out before him, his messy slurps and pleasurable moans drowning out every other noise.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good…” Adam muttered against your heat, wrapping his free hand around his throbbing prick, using the water and precum dribbling from his tip as a lubricant and rapidly fisting his cock in time with his fingers hastily thrusting into your overstimulated pussy.

“O-oh, fuck! Please, don't stop—!” you cried, arching your back off the tiled wall and gripping tight his wet hair as your orgasm started to build twice as fast as before. Adam groaned at the stinging pain in his scalp but was too absorbed in the way your velvety walls resisted the addition of a third finger at first while he pressed his thumb to his weeping slit. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so fucking turned on that he could cum with so little stimulation. All he wanted to do was savor this, to drag it out, but the burning orgasm rapidly approaching with each second that ticked by made it all the more improbable he would last much longer.

In a desperate attempt to stave off his end, Adam released his cock and let his hand fly up to grab at your breast, groping the malleable flesh tight and roughly massaging as his hips subconsciously rutted into the air in search of the sweet friction he had denied himself. “C'mon baby, do it, cum for me—!” he pleaded, his thick digits curling to press against your g-spot once more, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit as he continued to suck, shaking his head up and down, side to side, obscenely slurping at your essence as your thighs began to tremble uncontrollably.

You were right there, right on the cusp of a mind-shattering release when you looked down at the man buried between your plush thighs. The second you locked eyes with Adam, pupils blown wide with lust and desire, you were done for. Inhaling sharply, you clenched your eyes shut and yanked on his hair again, so sure that if you pulled any harder you would rip the lush strands from his scalp. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh fuck, fuck!” You keened loudly as your release ripped through you abruptly, your entire body quaking as you pushed yourself up the wall in a fruitless attempt to escape his tongue that was still diligently lapping away at your cunt.

A loud groan of satisfaction and approval rumbled through his chest, and he reluctantly pulled his fingers from your core, reaching up to let it join his other hand on the opposite breast. “There you go, that's my good girl…” Adam praised, closing his eyes as he slurped at your fluids for a few more seconds, then pulled back when your cries of pleasure turned strained, the pain of overstimulation eventually becoming more prominent.

Licking his lips and savoring the lingering taste of your essence, Adam smirked cockily up at you as your chest heaved, heart pounding loudly in your ears and nearly drowning out his words. “Still think I'm all talk?” he teased, but your gasping for air as you slowly but surely came down from your high made it impossible for you to form a coherent response. “Fuuuuck meeee…”

Laughing airily at your mindless babble, Adam tried to ignore the throbbing ache in his lower regions as he carefully slid your legs off his shoulders and moved to stand up. When your knees buckled under your own weight, he grabbed hold of you by the waist and held you upright as he turned to finally shut the water off, a shudder rolling through his body once he fully acknowledged just how cold it had gotten.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Adam turned back to face you and crouched down low enough to grab you by the backs of your thighs, easily hoisting you up and wrapping your legs loosely around his waist. “I can't say no when you got that pretty, fucked out look on your face,” he mused, letting you slump against his much larger frame as he pushed the glass door open with his foot and stepped out.

It took you what felt like an hour to fully process his words, your mind playing catch up to the rest of you as you braced your hands on his broad shoulders. “W-what… wait—” you rasped through your panting, your heart still pounding away as Adam cupped your ass with both hands and made his way to the door. Removing one hand just long enough to swing the bathroom, and then the bedroom door open, he effortlessly carried you to the king-sized bed, its headboard pressed along the wall.

Delivering one sudden, sharp slap to your rear that made you squeal in surprise and his cock jump with excitement, he unceremoniously dropped you onto the bed, not caring one bit that your still very wet body was soaking the duvet that covered it. “A-Adam—” you started, knowing that this was just the beginning when you watched him begin to rut into his hand, that cocky grin of his ever present as he looked down his nose at you.

“You had your fun. Now it's my turn.”

With a whine, you tried to scoot away from Adam, to put some distance between you two just long enough for a brief refractory period. But your muscles still felt like jello and you didn't make it very far before Adam's large hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you back to the edge of the bed. Still standing, he pushed your legs apart with his fingers splayed across your inner thighs, staring down at the mess he'd made of you and letting a sense of pride wash over him at the sight. Biting his bottom lip, Adam began to rub the underside of his painfully erect cock through your slick folds, grin widening at the way your whole body jerked when his tip caught against your clit. “What’s the matter, baby? I thought you wanted my cum…”

Oh, the condescension on his lips - how utterly sweet it tasted...

Weakly struggling against his iron grip, you were unsuccessful in your attempt to escape and tossed your head back, tears threatening to fall at any second now. “I-it's too much! I need… need a minute—” you begged, fisting the fabric beneath you and wincing every time his thick cock brushed against your overstimulated nub. Adam whined softly at your hesitation, your pleas for a chance to recover before going any further falling on deaf ears as he continued to grind against your slick cunt. “But I can't wait anymore… Need it, bad!” he mewled in mock disappointment, moaning softly at the small amount of friction his movements provided.

Angling his hips on the drawback, this absolute bear of a man slowly pushed his tip past the first ring of your overly sensitive pussy, his jaw dropping at the heat enveloping his dick and the way you were squeezing him so tight. He wanted to give you the time you asked for, he really did - but the persistent ache was becoming unbearable, and he wrestled interminably with his more primal urges the more you begged for him to wait.

“I’ll go slow…” he promised, though he wasn’t sure that he would be able to keep it with how completely feral your cunt was turning him. He could feel his self-control slipping away as he began to shallowly thrust into you, but he never pushed past the tip. Sobbing at Adam's reluctance to grant you this small thing, you moved to sit up and push him away with a hand to his upper abdomen, right below his ribcage until his tip was no longer nestled inside the shallows of your heated core. “I only need a minute, I promise—” you tried to reassure him, struggling to keep him at bay when he tried to move closer once again.

He was persistent, but you needed a chance to recover, and damn it, you were gonna get it! Though you had to admit, his eagerness to get back inside you was certainly a boost to your ego. Chewing on your bottom lip, you stared up at Adam with your big, doe eyes, lashes still damp with your salty tears from just a few minutes ago. You trailed your hand down his front, wasting not a single second as you took his substantial length in your hand and gave him a few experimental pumps.

Your gaze wasn't far behind, taking the opportunity now to fully appreciate his cock. Standing at about eight or nine inches in length with a slight upwards curve, he had a wide girth that tapered off near the tip, the skin only one shade darker than the rest of his body. His tip was a flushed pink in color, with precum dribbling from his slit and a large, very prominent vein running along the underside of his length. Why you hadn't realized how big he actually was until now, you didn't know. You licked your lips, curious to know what he tasted like, but your attention was drawn back to Adam’s face when a guttural moan reverberated through the air.

“Fuuuck, babe…” he rasped, rolling his head back and closing his eyes, hips bucking to match your languid pace. It wasn't your pussy (sadly), but it provided him with just enough stimulation to allot you the time you'd asked for mere seconds ago.

But even so, he needed more. Reaching down, Adam wrapped one of his large hands over yours and his cock, urging you to tighten your grip as he found a rhythm. “Gotta squeeze me a little harder than tha— a-aht!” he started, but your sudden increase in the pressure had his hips jerking forward unexpectedly, a wicked smile etched across your face at his reactions. “You mean like… this?” you asked with that same fake tone of innocence he'd used on you. Pressing your thumb firmly over his slit and rubbing back and forth slowly, you reached with your other hand to cup his balls, smirk growing wider when he picked up the pace and his grunts of satisfaction rose in both volume and pitch. “Is this how you like it, baby?”

Another loud groan erupted from Adam's throat, followed by a curt laugh at your teasing. Tilting his head forward to look down at you again, he reached out and grabbed hold of your face, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his lengthy digits. “Does this mouth do anything else besides talk?” he asked, his words coming out in a breathless pant as his hips faltered momentarily. Your grin widened in response as you shook his hand away and leaned forward to place light, teasing kisses to his chest, trailing them down his front to his naval.

“Oh, fuck…” Adam muttered, sucking in a sharp breath as he released your hand and stopped moving his hips, watching you intently as you continued to trail kisses until you reached the beginnings of his happy trail. “It does plenty—” you started, and with a devious giggle, you pulled away entirely and leaned back on your palms, sticking the tip of your tongue out in a taunting gesture. “— but not right now.” With that said, you spread your legs wide and motioned with a single finger for Adam to come closer, the oversensitivity having subsided enough now for you to continue.

You let that same hand drift down and slide through your slick lips, a soft moan piercing the air as you let your head fall back and push two fingers inside. “What’s the matter, baby?” you whispered when Adam cursed loudly at your actions, highly frustrated with your teasing yet reaching new levels of arousal as he watched you pleasure yourself. “I thought you needed it…” you taunted, reflecting that patronizing attitude of his from before right back at him.

The soft squelching noise of your fingers pumping in and out was enough to drive Adam up a wall, and the way you quietly keened his name had his cock twitching expectantly as he grabbed your wrist and yanked your hand away from where he so desperately wanted to touch you. Immediately wrapping his lips around your slick coated fingers, he expertly cleaned your essence from them before withdrawing, savoring your taste and licking his lips. Before you could protest or even process what was happening, Adam had pushed you back and lifted your lower half by the backs of your knees, holding your legs apart as he began grinding the underside of his hard shaft through your glistening folds once again.

“I'mma make you regret that little stunt just now,” he promised, eyes dark and pupils blown wide with lust, his wide smirk matching the emotion and intent in those golden flecked hues. You tried to hide the trepidation that flooded your nervous system at his words, knowing full-well that he was capable of it after what he'd done in the shower a few minutes prior. But, call it pride or ego or just plain recklessness, you decided to call his bluff by scoffing at his statement and rolling your eyes. “As if. But you're welcome to try—”

Your words were cut short when Adam unexpectedly impaled you on his cock, your entire body and even the bed itself jerking from the amount of force behind his sudden movements. A surprised gasp forced its way past your lips as you felt so full in an instant, mingling with the prolonged groan that he let out as you squeezed him tight, your walls resisting the sudden intrusion at first.

Still holding you by the backs of your knees, Adam looked down his nose at you just as he had done so many times before, that lopsided, arrogant smirk of his pairing perfectly with the sadism you saw there in his eyes. He retracted his hips slowly after giving you a moment to adjust, then drove himself forward again, bottoming out once more with a single thrust and pulling another shocked gasp from your lungs. He repeated the motions several times, mesmerized by the sounds you made and the harsh bounce of your tits each time he bottomed out - over, and over, and over again.

“You—” he pulled back slowly until only the tip remained inside your warm, wet walls.

Pap!

“Were—” another slow withdrawal, a low whine emitting from you at the sinful drag of his cock.

Pap!

“Saying? Fuck—!” he finished, turning his attention to where you were connected and retracting his hips one more time.

PAP!

The last one seemed particularly brutal in comparison, but you didn't mind one bit - the delicious sting of his fat cock stretching your dripping cunt wide open creating an intense pleasure that drowned out every other sensation and coherent thought. Repeating the action a few more times just to hear that lovely little gasp of yours again and again, Adam eventually adopted a steady rhythm, the bed frame creaking as he fucked into you deep, and rough, and oh-so-ruthlessly. He let his eyes trail upward to your breasts, watching them bounce in tandem with each punishing snap of his hips and tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

Loud slaps of skin on skin echoed throughout the room as your walls contracted around his thick cock, your wet hair clinging to your face and shoulders, skin glistening with a mixture of water and a new layer of sweat. Laying there flat on your back while Adam had his way with you, you watched his face contort with the building ecstasy your body delivered, double fisting the duvet and moaning in time with every thrust. “Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!”

“God, you feel so fucking good— … squeezing me so tight!” he praised you, his breathless pants syncing up with your own noises in a perfect harmony. Glancing down to watch how desperately your walls clung to his dick and tried to pull him back in for a few seconds, his gaze eventually moved up to your face, his breath hitching at the way you stared up at him through half-closed eyes and how your lips formed a perfect O. He stared right back at you, his brows furrowed in concentration and teeth clenched as he reached to wrap a hand around the back of your neck, bending you in a way so that you could watch. “Look at that, baby— can barely take my big fucking dick, huh? You like how I pound you?” he asked, voice thick with that same honeyed condescension you've become so fond of.

You could feel that familiar coil tensing in the pits of your belly with each slam of his hips, the way his cock curved allowing him to bully that sweet spot every time. Letting go of your neck a couple seconds later, Adam grazed his fingers across your collarbone, then lower to grope your breast harshly and lightly pinch the nipple, moving lower still to grip your waist, his other hand that had been holding the back of your knee joining it on the opposite side. “So fucking perfect, gonna look so pretty stuffed full with my cum… S-shit—!” he muttered, focusing on the way he shoved his cock in and out of you at a near-inhuman pace, the bed frame rattling noisily and slamming against the wall with a rhythmic ‘thump! thump! thump!’

Your thighs began to tremble, a dull ache of the muscles soon turning into a searing burn from having been forced apart for so long. It was a delicious kind of pain though, a direct contrast to the overwhelming delectation of his increasingly sloppy thrusts, a tell-tale sign that his own release was approaching right alongside yours. Turning your head, you pulled on the duvet until you were able to wad up enough of the fabric to bite, your walls fluttering as you teetered on the edge of bliss yet again. “I-I'm gonna cum—”

“Again? Holy shit, pussy's so fuckin’ greedy!” he interrupted you, a laugh of excitement ripping through the air as he jerked his hips faster, the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair nestled at the base of his cock stimulating your neglected clit and dangling you over the precipice of euphoric bliss. All you needed was one more push, one tiny little nudge, and all that tension building inside you would release. But just as you felt like you were about to unravel at the seams, Adam pulled out, large hand wrapping around the base of his dick as he forced himself to be still, choking back a displeased grunt at the sudden loss of stimulation.

He didn't want to cum yet - no, he had made a promise, and he couldn't let himself finish before seeing it fulfilled. He needed to make this last for the sake of keeping true to his word, and not at all because he knew the second it was over, you would leave. If he could successfully edge you and himself in just the right way, keep you on the line and skimming the surface of the water without breaking it, then realistically, you would stay… right? So lost in his own world of kept promises and craved companionship, Adam didn't notice at first just how desperate and pathetic you'd become when he pulled away, only being made aware when a loud sob pierced his ears and drew his attention back to your face.

“No, no, no, no— put it back in, put it back, I'm so fucking close— Adam, baby, plee-easeee…!” you begged through hiccupping sobs, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the abrupt denial as you pushed yourself up and reached down to grasp his glistening cock, to guide him back to where you needed him most.

Well. So much for keeping promises.

The way your walls clenched around nothing, your piteous cries for him to continue, your tear-streaked face as you chased the stimulation he’d taken away moments prior? The absolute depravity of it all was enough to break his resolve, strong as it was, and every single reservation went right out the window when he decided you're the best fuck he's had in a long time. “Oh, fuck— Yeah? You want more?” Wrapping a hand around your throat, Adam pushed you down, pressing you into the mattress as he slammed himself back into your quivering hole and resumed his previous pace. Loud, amorous moans filled the air, accompanied by the wet slaps and squelching noises of your cunt. You just had to know what you were doing to him, the effect you had on him with each word of desperation and pleading look, and it low-key pissed him off how well it was working, how easily you managed to shatter his ambition and bend him to your will with so little effort.

Choking on what little air Adam allotted you, a strangled cry forced its way past your restricted trachea as you balled the duvet once more, eyes rolling back and closing tight, your end helplessly inevitable now. Seeing you incoherently mouth something prompted Adam to loosen his grip, and you greedily sucked air into your lungs, chest heaving as he continued to relentlessly pound into you with reckless abandon. “Fuck, fuck— I’m cumming—!” you sputtered, arching your back off the mattress when that taut thread of tension finally snapped, your breath catching in your throat as your walls spasmed around his aching cock and your fluids spilled from your abused cunt.

“Yeeeaaahhh, there it is, baby! That's it, that's my good girl!” Adam let out a short hoot of laughter, his hand shooting down to messily swipe at your clit and forcing more of your essence to gush out, slathering his cock, lower abdomen, and fingers with your creamy slick as he continued to incessantly piston his hips. You simply laid there and let him use you to chase his own high, the sudden release of tension draining every ounce of strength you possessed as he fucked you through your orgasm. You barely had enough control of your autonomy to turn your head and bite down on the duvet again, your weak mewls of pleasure muffled by the fabric. More tears fell from your tired eyes, your muscles twitching involuntarily every time his hair brushed against your overstimulated bud.

“Adam—”

“S-shit… I know, baby. Almost there, just a little more,” he whispered, closing his eyes and focusing on reaching his own end. The uncharacteristic gentleness of his tone and the way his hips began to stutter brought you back down quickly, and you turned to look at him directly now as beads of sweat dripped down his face and chest.

You watched his brows knit together, how his jaw clenched as he took his pleasure from you, how his disheveled brown locks clung to his forehead from a mixture of sweat and water, and the way his Adam's-apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly the closer he got to his peak. You were mesmerized by every movement he made - when the hand that had been thumbing your aching pearl moved up to grip your waist, when his other hand pushed your legs apart with fingers splayed wide across your inner thigh, how the veins in his forearms bulged and the muscles in his abdomen flexed with each bruising snap of his hips, and the way his head would loll back for a couple seconds then return to its original position. You couldn’t recall having ever gazed upon a more captivating sight.

And the sounds he made? Oh, those were just a bonus.

The steady stream of grunts and moans, hums and curses that tumbled past his lips soon began to rise in both volume and pitch, and his thighs started to burn from the unrelenting pace he was struggling to maintain, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass as his fingers dug into your waist. He was so close, so fucking close, he could practically taste it as the pressure built higher and higher, ready to burst at any second.

When Adam opened his eyes again and looked down at you, he let out a pathetic whine at the sight that greeted him. You, laying there flat on your back, legs spread wide and shaking like a leaf, your skin glistening all over with a sheen layer of sweat, hair clinging to your face, your neck, and your shoulders. You had a vice grip on the duvet and your chest heaved with every gasping breath, tits bouncing in tandem with his thrusts, your mouth hanging open. With your brows furrowed and your half-shut eyes glazed over with equal parts lust and exhaustion, you met his stare as you whispered in between your panting, “W-want you to cum in me, Adam— mmahh! … come on, give it to me, fill me up daddy—!”

“Oh, fuck!”

Surprised by your choice of words, a whole new wave of arousal surged through Adam's body, electricity shooting up and down his spine and making him shiver with excitement. With the hand that had been holding your waist so callously, he grabbed you by the throat once more, his breaths uneven and frantic as his lips curled back and his nose scrunched up into a snarl. “Say it again, call me daddy again!” he demanded through clenched teeth, moving his other hand to nestle in the crevice of your hip and thigh, pulling you into his bucking hips for a little extra force, his thrusts growing increasingly frenzied and sloppy as his cock twitched inside you. “C'mon, fuckin’ say it for me!”

Choking at the sudden restriction of your airways, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and dug your nails into his skin, leaving crescent shaped indents in their wake, trying to silently convey that he needed to at least loosen his grasp if he wanted you to acquiesce to his demands. The moment he understood, Adam released some of the pressure, but still kept his hand around your throat, his thumb pressing into the junction between your neck and jaw. “Fuck me, daddy! Please—!” you rasped, squeezing his prick as tight as your spent muscles would allow, double fisting the duvet and moaning over and over again both his name and the new moniker that had elicited such an unexpected, delightful response.

Adam growled as he relentlessly pounded into you, the bedframe rattling and squeaking from the brutal motions of his hips, the wet smacking noises of his own sweat coated skin colliding with yours filling the air and nearly drowning out your pretty sounds and his harsh grunts. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's it baby, oh fuck, that's it—!” he muttered, eyes trained on your face as his balls tightened and hips stuttered, the first rope of his spend shooting deep into your core.

Adam fell forward, catching himself with a single hand beside your head, his other wrapping around the back of your neck as he slammed his mouth into yours in a passionate, sloppy kiss. Immediately, you released the duvet and placed both hands on the small of his back, your nails digging into the fatty tissue of his ass as you weakly pressed him further into your body. Teeth clashing and tongues swirling, Adam's nostrils flared with each gasping breath, and he fisted the hair at the nape of your neck as the full force of his orgasm came crashing down on him. You couldn't suppress the moan that you let out, strangled and dripping with depravity when you felt his hot seed fill you up, trickling out as he jerked his hips faster, desperately fucking it back into you.

Eventually he began to slow down, his ruthless pace turning to soft rolls of his hips as he quietly keened into your mouth, a mixture of your fluids soaking his pubic hair and leaving a thick white ring around the base of his cock. When he finally stopped moving altogether, he pulled away from your kiss-swollen lips and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, struggling to catch his breath as he came down from his high. You let your head fall back, exhaustion creeping in like a bullet train as you moved your hands up to lightly rake your nails up and down the length of his spine, your heart racing and lungs screaming.

After a few minutes passed, Adam pulled away from your neck and stared down at where you two were still connected, overwhelmed with a sense of pride as he slowly pulled his softening prick from the comfort of your heated core. He reveled in the way your body twitched beneath his touch and, when his cum began to seep from your abused hole, he ran two fingers through your slick folds and pushed it back inside, a broken whimper leaving you at the sensation.

“Shit…” Adam whispers as he retracts his fingers and lifts them to your lips, grazing your bottom lip and prompting you to open, pressing his digits against your tongue the moment you did. With a breathy chuckle, he stared down at you with a sort of gentleness you hadn’t seen before as you lazily sucked his digits clean, moaning softly when he pulled them away. With that same hand, he slid his arm around the small of your back and moved both of you up the mattress with practiced ease, rolling onto his back and holding you close.

Lifting your body up moments later, you moved to partially lay on top of him, your breasts squishing beneath you and pressing firmly to his chest as you pulled him into a tired, lazy kiss. You laced your fingers in his hair, scratching gently at the nape of his neck as your sore muscles slowly but surely relaxed in the aftermath of your endeavors.

A soft hum of satisfaction emitted from him at your light scratches, wrapping his arms around your middle as he began to draw soothing circles on your back, occasionally dragging the pads of his fingers up and down your spine. “And you wanted to keep foreplay out of it,” he joked lightheartedly when you broke the kiss, earning a short laugh from you as you pressed your forehead to his shoulder. Reaching to cup your face, he brought you back up for another slow kiss, this one softer and more tender than before. When you pulled away again, you smiled down at him and brushed your slender digits over his coarse chest hair. “Thanks for talking me out of that, by the w—”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

You jumped at the sudden loud noise of someone banging on the wall adjacent to the headboard, a yelp of surprise escaping your lungs as you turned your attention to said wall. “Are you done screwing like rabbits yet?!” You heard a muffled female voice shouting from the opposite side of the wall, eyes wide as saucers and heart pounding for a completely different reason now. Looking down at Adam, you watched his expression sour as he rolled his eyes and craned his neck back slightly, inhaling deeply before he shouted right back at the mysterious voice, “Fuck OFF, Gladys!”

When his attention returned to you and he noticed your confused expression, Adam waved a single hand in the air dismissively. “My neighbor,” he explained before you got the chance to ask, sneering irritably at the interruption of what he considered a manifest moment of intimacy with you. Slapping a hand over your mouth as your face turned a deep shade of red from embarrassment, your startled gaze flicked back and forth between Adam and the shared wall. “Shit, was I too loud? I didn’t mean—”

“I’m trying to sleep! You’re being too damn loud!” You were once again interrupted by the neighbor’s yelling, a small squeak slipping out as Adam scoffed, his jaw tightening and his eyes returning to the aforementioned wall. “Then take out your fucking hearing aids, you crusty old swamp hag!” he yelled, his voice coming out with a thunderous boom before it shifted to a mumbling whisper of exasperation. “It's like 7:00, the fuck you trying to sleep this early for anyway? Crazy old bitch…” he grumbled, closing his eyes and exhaling deeply.

“Oh, god, I'm so sorry—” You started to say, but Adam pursed his lips together and waved his hand again, cracking one eye open to see your tomato-red face as he shook his head, shushing you. “Don't sweat it, babe. She's a little—” he began, pointing his index finger at his temple, making circular motions as he whistled briefly, “— batshit crazy. Complains about every little noise since she got these new hearing aids. Half the time, the noises she complains about are made up.” Exhaling audibly, Adam let his hand return to drawing circles on your back and shoulders, closing his eyes again as he tried to regain a sliver of the tranquility that Gladys had so rudely interrupted.

“I heard that!” The woman shouted through the wall, making Adam scoff as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“Don't care!”

Stifling a laugh, you felt a little more calm than before, though still highly embarrassed that you were loud enough to disturb Adam's neighbors. Looking at the shared wall once again, you cupped the side of your mouth and took a deep breath, the corners of your mouth twitching up into a small smile.

“Sorry, Gladys!”

“You really have to go?” Adam asked solemnly as he walked beside you, one arm linked with yours to help support your weight as you walked. You had assured him that he didn't need to walk you back to your car, but he insisted for reasons unknown to you. It might have taken you a while to get there on your own considering how utterly weak you felt after everything, but you would have gotten there all the same. Not that you didn’t appreciate the gesture, of course.

Your legs felt like jello with every precarious step you took, each one calculated and carefully executed to avoid rolling your ankle. You made a mental note to only wear sneakers or flats next time - if there even was a next time. A small part of you hoped there would be. Smiling, you leaned into Adam's side and placed your free hand on his forearm. “I do. I am in desperate need of a shower,” you spoke lightheartedly as you stopped at an intersection and pressed the button to cross.

A similar smile tugged at the corners of Adam's mouth as he pulled his arm from yours and wrapped it around your back, hand resting firmly on your hip. “I said you could shower at my place,” he remarked, urging you forward when the sign on the opposite side of the street changed, signaling that it was safe to cross. You let out a laugh, soft and short as you continued to walk, the notary's office coming into view shortly after making it across. “A real shower. You already showed me what showering at your place entails.”

Clicking his tongue in disappointment, Adam glanced down at you and reached to run a hand through his hair. “Ain't my fault. You're the one that fucked around and found out,” he said with a huff. You scoffed at that and turned to look up at him, your smiling mouth hanging open and a look of incredulousness plastered across your face. “After you decided to be a tease! I just gave you a taste of your own medicine!” You defended, playfully slapping his chest when you finally reached your car. Placing one hand on the driver's side door, you pulled away from Adam's embrace and turned to face him fully.

Adam rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, unbothered by your rebuttal as he gently pushed you up against your car. “I wouldn't have teased you if you didn't make it so easy,” he said with a cocky smirk, one hand coming up to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his other resting firmly on your hip. You couldn't hide the grin on your face or bite back the hum you made in response, placing both hands on his waist and pressing your body further into his.

“Doesn't change the fact that I need to go home,” you started, grin widening at the dejected look in his eyes, his large hand moving to cradle your face as his thumb brushed across your cheek. “I have work in the morning, and if I show up in yesterday's clothes, they're gonna think something is off.” You placed a hand over his and turned your head slightly to place a butterfly kiss to the heel of his palm. “And I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be interrogated about my personal life.”

With another tongue click followed by a long groan, Adam reluctantly admitted defeat. “Fine, fine. So, when can I see you again?” He asked, lowering his hand to caress the side of your neck, rubbing the pad of his thumb across a deep bruise near your pulse point, proudly smirking at the memories of what caused it. Your smile faltered momentarily, and you sighed, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth in deep thought. “I wanna say tomorrow, but—” you muttered, only to be interrupted before you could finish the thought.

“So then do it,” Adam said matter-of-factly, a slight twinge of hope lacing his words, his charismatic attitude and the sultry look in his golden flecked orbs tempting you to do just that - and you almost did. Had it not been for a couple pedestrians with their dog walking by and pulling you back down to earth, you would have. Heaven knows you wanted to return tomorrow, and hell knew how badly you wanted to stay tonight. But you managed to resist the impulsivity and laughed it off, shaking the tempting thoughts from your mind. “We can't. I don't think Gladys would appreciate that very much,” you stated in an attempt to deflect the blame for your decision onto anyone, anything but yourself.

Adam rolled his eyes at the mention of his elderly neighbor, his lip curling up into a snarl. “Gladys can suck my dick,” he responded rather childishly, glancing over his shoulder when the dog from before began to bark. You leaned to the side, just enough to see past Adam's large frame and took notice of the pedestrians standing still, failing in their attempts at inconspicuous observation. You raised a hand with your thumb up, hoping that it would be enough to assure them that you were fine, that any intervention wasn't necessary as you waved them away.

When they waved back at you and began to walk away, gently tugging on the leash to urge their dog to follow, you breathed a sigh of relief and turned your attention back to Adam. You pouted for a moment or two, but then a light bulb went off in your head, and your pout turned to a mischievous smirk as you stood on your tip-toes and placed your mouth close to his ear. “But then what would I suck?” you whispered with a short, teasing giggle as you nipped lightly at his earlobe, then pulled back and grabbed hold of the hand still resting lazily on the side of your neck.

Turning your head to the side, you pulled his hand away from your neck and forced his thumb up, taking it into your mouth down to its base. Your tongue swirled around it as you began to suck firmly on the appendage, intentionally letting out an exaggerated moan before pulling off with a loud pop. Your smirk grew wider when Adam growled in response and immediately pressed you further against the vehicle. “Careful now, or we're gonna have to test the suspension on this car.” He reached behind you and slapped the metallic roof, then moved to grip your side opposite of the one his other hand was holding. You could feel his cock harden against your thigh and quietly cursed at the way he tested your patience and self-restraint by pushing his leg between yours to shallowly grind against your core.

You moaned softly at the friction, followed by a whine as you reached to push his leg away, albeit reluctantly. “Maybe another time,” you reassured him, your hand returning to his waist as you closed your legs and turned your lower body slightly before he could wedge himself back between them. “And besides, we’re already pushing the boundaries of the contract by seeing each other right now,” you reminded him, regrettably, to which Adam released an extended groan of disappointment, letting his head fall forward to rest on your shoulder with a surly huff.

With a laugh, you reached up to gently pet Adam’s hair, charmed by his reluctance to see you go. “Oh, don’t do that. You’re gonna make me feel bad,” you chided him, turning to place feather-light kisses to the side of his face. Your words seemed to have sparked something based on how quickly he perked up, lifting his head slightly to give you a side glance. “Bad enough to make you stay?” he asked, eyes full and voice thick with hope. You only smiled and shook your head, shooting down his question with a simple, “Not a chance.”

Another groan escaped his lips and he replaced his head on your shoulder, turning to kiss and nip at your neck gently. He really didn't want to let you leave, but what could he do? Certainly not throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his apartment, no matter how strong the urge may be. Being forceful in an intimate capacity was never something Adam could get behind, and you were an agent with free will. If you wanted to leave, then it was just something he'd have to accept and learn to suck it up. There would be more opportunities to see you in the future anyway… he hoped.

Sucking lightly at an already prevalent bruise at the junction of your neck and shoulder, Adam pulled away and reached to cup both sides of your face. “Okay, fiiiine. I'll let you go tonight—” he started, but you interrupted him with a scoff and a playful smile. “Oh, you'll let me go? How considerate of you,” you teased in a jovial manner, standing on your tiptoes once more. He laughed at your teasing, but his affable disposition easily shifted to one of refined dominance as he leaned down, his breath fanning across your face with each word he spoke.

“— I'll let you go tonight,” he repeated, his thumb coming up to tug your bottom lip down to reveal your bottom row of teeth. “But the next time we see each other, you'll be lucky if you can still walk to the bathroom when I'm done with you.” Your grin widened at his statement, your cheeks turning a blushing pink at the thoughts running through your mind. Lifting yourself up just a little further, your eyes drooped half shut as you tilted your head to the side, your lips grazing his as you whispered softly, “Is that a threat?”

With a grin to match your own, Adam chuckled darkly when he realized he had you hooked, one hand tilting your face up and the other moving back down to rest on your hip. His stare darted back and forth between your eyes and lips, his pulse quickening and his cock throbbing within the confines of his restrictive jeans. “It's a promise,” he said, and with that, he was pulling back before you could steal a kiss on the mouth from him. With dizzying speed, Adam firmly pressed his lips to your forehead, lingering there for one moment too long before he pulled away completely and took a couple steps back.

Blinking owlishly at him, flustered and confused by his sudden refusal to give you a kiss, you silently stared at him as he began to walk backwards. Adam lifted a fist up to his ear, his thumb and pinky outstretched in a ‘call me’ hand gesture as he shamelessly reached down to readjust himself through his pants, making your blush darken at the obscenity of it all.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

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