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Adam x fem!reader

Previously: Part 1

Summary: pornstar Adam x fem!reader, Eve comes into the picture and Adam is a conniving bitch who tries to gain your trust.

inspired by X and maXXXine but not like the movies. this is supposed to be a narrator who struggles with mental health in certain aspects so expect an unreliable narrator who overthinks (hopefully I properly portray that in the writing). Areas where the writing is rushed and jumbled is on purpose just as the areas that are more put together. Aura or something. Reader is also not an idiot, nor super submissive.

Credits: Creds to @sniigura !! A lot of Adam's physical characteristics are inspired by them and I absolutely adore their work. Their version of Judas and Eve from their HH College AU will also be mentioned eventually. Check them out, or else!! :3

CW/TW: angst, Adam in general, misogyny, sexism, prescription drug-use (benzos+SSRIs), power dynamic, probs toxic, deception, masturbation, idk how to tag just beware

WC: 3374 or something

You made eye contact with yourself in the vanity mirror and felt a wave of disgust wash over you. There was cum all over the bottom half of your face and spurts of it on your chest; it started to dry around the edges, making your skin feel tight and dirty. Grabbing the box of tissues Adam threw at you, not handed, not tossed over, THREW AT you, you used what was left of the bottled water and dampened the tissue paper.

You were able to wipe off enough to leave minimal residue, but it did make your foundation look streaky and washed out, you just needed to be presentable enough to make your way to the bathroom to properly clean yourself up.

The studio was small, but despite that, it was still professional, albeit a porn studio, but you know.

There were still trailers outside the lot, but only for equipment holding, makeup, and the bigger stars, like Adam.

Must have been nice to have everything they needed in a mini mobile home for whenever they're on set. Those small implications of the Hollywood lifestyle are what got you through life.

Your mind wandered to what it would be like to be famous, actually famous, not just some cam girl on a fetish site. The little things that come with the package of being a star, stuff as simple but extravagant as having your own dressing room with your name carved into a star wall plaque on the door. Or maybe even just a parking spot for you and only you.

Oh the dream. The attention. The praise. The genuine appreciation for the hard work you do. To be an inspiration. To be a muse.

The feeling of you mattering.

The recognition for how far you've come from that terrible place you called home. You were going to be a star, you were motivated, and this is what would push you through this film.

With your new found motivation (thank you medication that'll probably kill you one day) you swiftly grabbed a spare robe from the dressing room clothing rack, wrapping the cheap fabric around you. You rushed out of the dressing room, grabbing the door handle and pushing it forward...bumping your forehead into the door. It's a pull.

The meds definitely were doing what they were supposed to do, but deep down you feared the dependence on them. You were confident now, that's all that mattered.

You strutted your way over to the restrooms pulling the robe tighter against your chest in anticipation, ready to-

"(Y/N)!"

Harshly, though not purposefully, you were snapped out of your thoughts by the voice of your boss.

The director jogged over to you with a wave. God you wished you remembered her name. You didn't say anything but gave a hum of acknowledgement feeling embarrassed for how unaware you are of your surroundings when you get like this.

The director’s eyes scanned you before she spoke. You recognized that look. The look of subtle doubt. You knew it had to be something bad.

'I can’t expect you to handle anything more' Though it wasn’t said, you could feel it coming.

"I have a new scene for you, I switched you to something more softcore and vanilla. Didn't want to teach you how to swim by throwing you in the deep end" She chuckled softly at her own metaphor and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I thought it'd be better to put you into something you can handle."

Sounded like a gentle parenting speech.

It felt like a judgement more than a compliment.

say something say something say something.

"Oh! That's nice! Thank you!" Too enthusiastic. You awkwardly laughed. You were grateful you got switched, but you had also hoped this would be your big break being seen with someone like Adam on film. Reckon a porno, but if anything that would give you more traction.

Your emotions need to be put in check, cause you felt devastated right now especially after you just swallowed Adam's load ten minutes ago for nothing. You felt dirty.

"Who's the other girl" you laughed, trying to ease the disappointment you felt inside by joking.

"One, of our other actresses, you might've heard of her. Eve Selah."

No fucking way.

THE Eve Selah, the renowned lingerie model. She was an icon and such a sweetheart. Now you're just confused, why such a small studio if they can afford such people with reputations like Adam and Eve.

Eve, you wanted to be on her level so bad. No wonder why she was the one to replace you.

Eve Selah, of course, of course it had to be her. Beautiful. Famous. Untouchable. And here you are, a background character in someone else's dream of being a star.

It doesn’t matter what you do, how much you sacrifice, or how hard you try. You're just a step in the ladder to their success.

Disposable.

Replaceable.

You always have been.

'why why why why why! why me! why can't I just- UGH!' your internal dialogue killed you. Just like it slowly killed your dreams.

You made your way into the bathroom. The view of yourself in the mirror, the streaky foundation, smudged mascara and dry crust a reminder of your insignificance.

You grabbed the edge of the robe and wet the cloth underneath the warm water of the sink. The warmth of the wet cloth comforting as you wiped away Adam's presence, not realizing how bothered you were until you saw you nearly wiped your skin raw.

No matter how much you wiped away though, his presence still lingered.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Adam put on his attire for the scene, he was playing as some snobby businessman, which was oddly fitting but also not him, maybe in an alternate universe. He did look nice in a suit, but this was also coming from him saying so.

"Hey babe." Adam smirked, leaning against the wall as he spoke to the director who had come back over from talking with (Y/N).

“Adam, you know my name, use it.” The director rolled her eyes and shook her head with a small smile. She was so unbothered by everything.

“Alright, alright, fine, Adele~” he dragged on her name playfully emphasizing it.

Adele was a woman in her mid-40s with blondish grey hair and olive skin with hazel green eyes. She was also quite tall and she’s a retired Playboy model who now directs pornos with the emphasis on ‘sex work is real work’. She is quite popular in feminist movements and has a wife she married after her time in Playboy. Adam referred to her as a GILF in which she retorts ‘I’m not that old!’. He never could get Adele to fall for his charms despite his claims that even lesbians want him.

“Think I scared off my new co-star, whatcha think” Adam purred with a smirk as he rubbed his chin scruff, his ego as big as his head.

“(Y/N)? I put her on a different film to work on, something much more vanilla so she can get comfortable” Adele explained, “she’ll only be shooting the foreplay today just so she can tread the waters. Thought it’d be best before you scare away another one of my actresses.” She crossed her arms and raised a brow at him at the last part.

Adam had to physically concentrate on keeping a stoic facial expression, making sure not even his eyes widened, but he was definitely feeling some type of way.

“So we replaced her with Eve”

He snapped back into reality so fast it gave him whiplash. His heart felt like it was sinking deeper into his chest, “Eve? She’s here?” Adam tried to sound nonchalant, but his hand tensed into a fist.

Eve was Adam’s last serious relationship, until she betrayed him and slept with her modeling agent, Lucifer. Now she was in some weird throuple with his first serious relationship and that damn excuse for a man. Adam would never admit it out loud, but he thinks part of him still loves her, and for that he resents her.

“Yes, she’s by the concessions, I know you two already know each other, plus she’s experienced. It’s best this way” Adele patted Adam on the back before walking over to the set crew, giving them praises.

She was always so nice.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Suddenly Adam found his legs walking towards the concession table and there she was. The woman he once thought was the love of his life. With her dark caramel skin and long black hair, she practically glowed. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t.

Memories of her he thought he buried started to resurface, he couldn't let her see that though, nobody could see that side of him again.

He was never going to admit how much he missed the concept of her.

Before she realized he was there he walked out of the studio as fast as he could and made his way around the cars outside of set. He felt like all his old wounds opened up.

That’s when he spotted you, smoking a cigarette with your eyes closed taking in the sun’s rays. Because he can’t cope for shit he went back into being, well, himself.

You heard a sudden whistle, like you were being catcalled. You opened your eyes and snapped your head over to the sound and blushed slightly when you realized it was Adam. He made his way over slyly and you didn’t bother to move, but instead took another drag of the cigarette.

“I just redid my makeup, go away” You were trying to sound unbothered after being replaced in your “big” role, and you had a strange feeling Adam just wanted another blowjob.

“Mmm and you did such a good job babe.” He grabbed your chin and raised your head to look up at him before he took your cigarette and took a drag of it himself.

“You could’ve just asked for one.” You tried to take it back, but your short arms were just barely out of reach of him.

“But it tastes so much better when your lips were already on it.” With Adam’s cocky and flirtatious behavior he felt himself becoming less bothered by Eve. “So babe, I heard you got kicked off our scene,” he sounded like he was antagonizing you and it made you feel ten times worse. You glared at him but before you could say anything he continued “you know, it’s a real shame, especially after all our practice” he smirked at you.

“Did you come over here to make me feel like shit” you were borderline annoyed now, why did he have to bother you, you already had that sinking feeling in your chest.

“Nah, I came over here because I feel like shit, sooo~ what’re you gonna do about it”

This entitled piece of shit.

“No, not happening.”

“No??” Adam was not expecting that. Even though you had just sucked his dick, you already regretted it. You don’t want to be known as some slut for sleeping around behind the scenes. When he saw that you were serious he just tensed up again. “You didn’t even know what I was going to say.” He retorted.

“It’s not happening again, I appreciate the ‘practice’ but I’m not in the best mood right now.” You grabbed your cigarette from him and took another drag. Adam was wounded by the rejection and felt some type of way about it.

He took your cigarette again this time bending it in half, “Smoking’s bad for you” he simply stated before walking off.

Some pissy-fit, he was a literal man child. You stared at the broken cigarette on the floor and put it out with your foot after sighing.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You were blessed with not seeing Adam for the rest of the day and the foreplay scene you were shooting today wasn’t nearly as bad as your previous script. Just a make out session and some groping.

The day felt long, but you were finally able to make it home to your one-bedroom apartment. The weight of the day laid heavy on you, but you were finally in your fortress of solitude. You placed your leather purse on your kitchen counter and made your way to your bedroom, jumping back onto the bed staring at the ceiling. Anxiety medication and anti-depressants rested on your night stand, knocked over. You begrudgingly took your medication as prescribed before letting out a sigh.

You felt like you were masking when you were at the studio, but now you're in your house where you could play pretend. Eyeing the monitor from across the bed you pushed your medication out of view and got up to adjust the webcam.

Once the expensive webcam was set up and you could see yourself in high definition on the monitor you logged into your account on the fetish site you used.

You grabbed a mask you wore on streams for live shows and picked out one of your pink sets of lingerie with the theme of ribbons.

You wore the mask unless your viewers paid a certain quota for you to take it off, this is how you earned your money. It was decent pay, but emotionally and physically draining, the exact same as working a retail or food service job.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Your stream went as usual, and as you were about to log off you received a direct message with a tip of fifty dollars.

TheFirstMan: $50

TheFirstMan: face?

Oh, guess you weren't done. You sent a selfie from a view above, showcasing your breasts wrapped in the ribbon lingerie and your plump thighs squeezed together. Your image was hidden behind a paywall of a hundred dollars, expecting the person to leave you hanging since most people did when they saw the price.

TheFirstMan: $100

TheFirstMan: aren't you a sight for sore eyes

(Y/N): thx, i'm happy to be of service xx

TheFirstMan: why don't you spread those legs for me dollface

You sent a picture from a downward angle, behind a paywall, expecting this kind of behavior. This was just one of those lucky days where you have someone who interacted with you and actually paid.

(Y/N): like what u see ;)

TheFirstMan: love it doll

Meanwhile, Adam was in his own master bedroom of his penthouse laying on his bed with his laptop on the side. His jeans were down to his calves and his right hand gripping the base of his cock.

Adam had a stressful day at work, he never went through with the scene with Eve because he bailed right when they were going to shoot. He didn't even give Eve the chance to look at him.

All his pent up emotions, he needed this, he needed to get his rocks off somehow. So he stalked you, found out your info by going through Adele's portfolios, found your social media accounts, surprised to see you were private online, though you didn't use your birth name for the cam girl stuff. He did find your Tumblr though.

Who the fuck still uses Tumblr?? Was all he could think to himself.

Explained why you were so nervous, it would be the first time fully exposing yourself to a large scale audience with your actual name. At least with the fetish site there was a false sense of intimacy.

That didn't matter now though. He had taken a liking to you, you helped him forget, and it could be because you gave him the best head he's ever received. It even took him by surprise.

He stroked his thumb over his leaky tip and lubricated the sides of his veiny cock. He was tense and it showed in how hard he was right now.

He had a death grip on himself as he started to stroke his dick to your pretty face. You were definitely more put together on camera than you were in person, like you were more confident.

"This fucking, bitch 's expensive, hundred fucking dollars for that sweet cunt." His strokes were becoming more intense as he fucked into his hand, his hips bucking, but he needed more.

TheFirstMan: feel yourself for me dollface

She sent a video this time. Making Adam's heart jump, it was behind another stupid paywall though. Whatever, it's not like he doesn't have the disposable money.

The video was of her, spreading her legs on her bed with her knees bent up and her head tilting back as she moaned in an exaggerated manner. There was no way she actually sounded like that, but it was for a show so.

Adam was mesmerized by the way her tits bounced as she circled her dainty fingers around her clit, his own grip on himself becoming firmer and strokes becoming increasingly quicker.

He needed to be inside that tight cunt. He was pussy-whipped without even getting the pussy. Even more so, he wanted to taste you. You looked like a present wrapped up just for him in that pink ribbon lingerie. The ribbon bows on your tits making his imagination go wild. He replayed the video over and over again.

Being as inconsiderate as ever, he had the volume maxed out for anyone nearby to hear. Good thing he lived alone.

TheFirstMan: baby, you're killing me over here

(Y/N): maybe this'll help <3

She sent another video, this time feeling herself up and unwrapping the bows on her tits. The video ended right before Adam could see anything. Explained why there wasn't a paywall on this one.

TheFirstMan: don't play like that dollface

She sent another video, but behind a paywall. He paid the fee and opened it to a video of her bending over on the bed facing forward, squeezing her tits together as she bit her lip and swayed her hips side to side.

She was beautiful. She practically glowed. And Adam hated that. Usually a bitch was hot, sexy, or a catch, not beautiful. She was like an angel, but the reality hit him.

She does this for anyone who is willing to pay the fee.

He felt a fire of hate and envy light within him as he stroked himself harder and faster, the tip of his cock leaking down to his hand as precum started getting everywhere.

He replayed the video over and over again, not bothering to answer her as a low growl escaped his lips.

With his free hand he moved the laptop closer to him as he adjusted himself, sitting up more. He felt his dick twitch and the feeling in his groin growing by the second.

He was about to snap.

TheFirstMan: so close doll, help daddy cum

You saw the message and cringed a bit, assuming this is some old pervy man on the internet, but whatever pays the bills you guess.

You adjusted the webcam so it was looking down on you as you got on your knees for the second time today. You took a sip of water from your bottle and then pressed record.

You squeezed your tits together, playing with your nipples as you stuck your tongue out to the camera, the water imitating your drool. You captioned the video behind the paywall with a 'cum for me daddy' in which he paid for.

Adam's body tensed as that was the final straw for him. He let out a low, primal groan as he stroked from the tip down to the base, cum shooting out onto the laptop, coincidentally onto your face on the screen.

He was panting heavily as he continued to jerk himself off, making sure every drop of cum came out onto the laptop screen. After a few moments of silence he dragged out a sigh and rubbed his sensitive tip. He was still semi-hard but his balls were drained for another five minutes.

Contemplation ran through his head as he thought about saying something else in chat, but instead he just ended it, considering his keyboard was now sticky and covered in a thick coat of his semen.

"God I fucking love that mouth"

#ehegehegehehehehhegegegehehege #hes so hot wtfffg

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