#adam sackler smut

[roanniom]

Hi Everyone! I'll be doing a writing day today if anyone wants to hang out and give requests for quick thots!

I'm leaving it open to the following characters:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Adam Sackler

Paterson

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

These are going to be short little drabbles because I want to get back into the swing of things and want to try being less precious (so I can finally post stuff!!!)

Love you all <3

[thetorturerwrites]

"We're gonna drug you tonight," Adam said with a leering grin.

You stared at him for a long moment, your brain misfiring. You should have a logical reason to say no right at the tip of your tongue because rational people don't let their step-brothers drug them, but you couldn't think of a single reason not to.

After you'd been fucking regularly for a while, the Sackler brothers got restless and began experimenting. Could Adam get you to suck his dick in his dressing room? Could Ben bend you over the back railing and send your shouts down the beach? Could the two of them rail you on video until you were a drooling, sticky mess?

Turns out yes, they could.

And further, it turns out the idea of them drugging you only made your thighs twitch and your mouth water. With your inner bimbo already buzzing, what else could you say?

"Okay..."

[jynzandtonic]

@sacklerscumrag found this pic and @butyoudidthis4what said it was "grown up made it big" Sackler and now I'm just all weepy thinking about the brooklyn brownstone you two live in with the tall bookshelves in the sunny front room and the chaise where he falls asleep reading plays on the weekend and the way he'll come up behind you in the kitchen to kiss your neck and squeeze your ass and how even in his thirties he still tries to get handsy with you on the train and that even though he never thought he'd get married he still found himself on one knee saying "let's fuckin' do it, kid," and the beautiful life you've built together in this big beautiful city and iT'S FINE I'M FINE EVERYTHING IS FINE

[mrs-gucci]

My Pumpkin

{ adam sackler x female reader }

just an idea I came up with! it's been a very, very long time since I've written for Sackler (like 2 years lol) so apologies if my characterization is a bit off...

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), dirty talk, oral sex with food (m receiving), masturbation w/fingering (f receiving), deepthroating, facial.

word count: 1.13k

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

“Mm, is that pumpkin pie I smell?”

You chuckle as Adam walks into the kitchen eagerly.

“Yes, but not for you,” you say. “I’m baking them for the fall farmers market this weekend.”

He pouts, standing behind you and putting his hands on your hips. “Aww, c’mon kid, can’t I just keep one? I love your pumpkin pie.”

“You can buy it for ten bucks. Friends and family discount.”

He groans.

“If I help you bake, can I get one for free?”

You sigh. “Oh my god, you just won’t quit, will you? Last time you helped me bake, all you did was try to fuck me.”

“But that was last year,” he pouts, squeezing your hips. “Please? I’ll be so so helpful and much less horny this time around. I’ve gotten better.”

“No you haven’t,” you laugh. “But you can help as long as you don’t try to have sex with me every two minutes.”

He nods happily, then washes his hands and puts on his favorite apron of yours, which is frilly and very feminine. You chuckle at the sight, then put him on pie-making duty.

At first, things go well. He’s focused and helpful, and he does a great job making the pies to put into the oven.

But soon enough he starts lingering by you more at the mixer, hands roaming on your hips and ass, and his lips begin pressing kisses to your cheeks or neck every time he goes by.

Your eyebrows raise slightly and you look back at him.

“Hey…I’m serious. I really have to focus on this.”

He nods, trying not to crack a small smile. "Mhm. Right. Focus."

You huff, rolling your eyes as you get back to mixing. Adam sets a timer for the pies in the oven, and as soon as he does that, he slides behind you again.

"Hey," he says, leaning in and kissing your cheek, hands on your hips again. "I'm done with the pies..."

"Great, I have dough ready and more filling--"

"Why don't we take a little break?" he asks, nipping at your earlobe. "You've been working hard all morning, kid."

You pause and look back at him.

"We shouldn't--"

"Let's play a little game," he says, smiling as he takes his apron off, then starts pulling off his t-shirt. "And it's called...lick it up."

He quickly tugs your shirt off, then takes a small scoop of dough and smears it onto the tops of your breasts. He takes a moment to admire them, then bends down to eat and lick the dough off your skin.

"A-Adam," you say, voice slightly shaky. "I need this dough for the pies..."

"We'll only use a little bit, kid." He gently takes another small scoop of dough, then smears it on his bare chest. "Now it's your turn. Go on, use that sweet little tongue of yours."

Your mouth turns up in a slight smirk as you lean in and lick up the dough, looking into his eyes the entire time you do so. He grunts softly, and your hands travel up to rest on his belt buckle, just above where he needs your touch most.

"God, keep going," he groans, leaning in to kiss you deeply, desperately. "Got me so hard."

You chuckle and pull his belt open, then push his jeans down enough to expose his hardening length. You reach over and put one hand in the dough and the other in the pumpkin pie filling, getting a bit of both before getting on your knees.

Sackler watches eagerly as you smooth the dough over his shaft, then smear the pie filling onto his head. You lick your lips just to tease him a bit, then start licking at his tip, eating the pie filling off him.

"Oh my god," he groans, head tipping back as he leans against the cabinets. "Kid, you're killing me here..."

"Mm, patience," you say, smiling. "I wanna eat my dessert first."

Adam growls, hand weaving in your hair while you continue to lick and eat the pie fixings off his hardened shaft. He makes noises the whole time, especially when you wrap your hand around him and stroke him while licking the last of the dough up.

"Suck," he says, hips rocking forward while he pushes your head against him. "Go on."

Your lips wrap around him and begin to suck gently, head bobbing, and Adam lets out a relieved sigh as he finally gets what he has so desperately wanted.

"Good girl, such a good girl," he praises shakily, jaw clenched. "Mmm, fuck, fuck kid...touch y-yourself, finger yourself for me..."

You reach down and move your pajama shorts out of the way, then press two fingers up into your wet hole. Your groan of pleasure vibrates through his cock, and Adam nearly cums at the feeling.

"God! Fuuuuck!"

It's hard to focus on both keeping your rhythm on both him and yourself, so eventually Adam takes over, moving your head and thrusting his hips at the same time.

Your fingers move in and out swiftly, creating pleasure for yourself, which causes you to start making more noises around his shaft. It drives him crazy, it makes him go even faster so that now, he's fucking your face.

Tears swell in your eyes from the deepthroating and gagging on his dick, and this only seems to spur him on, his hips rolling faster against you. You're close to orgasm, overwhelmingly so, and you finger yourself faster.

"Ggghhh! Mmmfffhhhh!"

He moans loudly, holding your mouth on him for a few moments before suddenly pulling away and desperately stroking himself over your face. You close your eyes just as the first rope of his warm seed shoots across your face. He groans and grunts with each spurt, making a mess on your cheeks, nose, mouth, and chin.

You're gasping for breath as you bring yourself to orgasm, moaning huskily as your insides grip and spasm around your digits.

"O-Oh fuck, fuck, Adam..."

Adam smiles slightly as he watches you, caressing your cheek and smearing his cum across your skin.

"Mm, so pretty. You look so fucking good when you've got my cum all over your face, kid."

"Gee, thanks."

You chuckle breathily, pulling your fingers out from between your legs and sucking them into your mouth while wiping the cum from your eyes so you can look up at him. He hums, tucking himself away before grabbing a towel to wipe off your face.

He helps you to your feet, then kisses you deeply, hands on your hips.

"You're the best," he says softly, kissing you again and again. "Best girlfriend ever. My pumpkin. I love you."

You smile just as the timer for the pies goes off, pulling him in for one more kiss.

"I love you too, Adam."

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sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-zimmerman

if you'd like to be tagged in future sextember works, please let me know via comment on this post or the original sextember post!

[pxgeturner]

send in thots thoughts of the harem

the harem:

tommi riddle

jack napier (ledger!joker)

kylo ren (any adcu character rlly)

aemond targaryen

miguel o’hara

[inklore]

❥ — smut | ✶ — dark content

kylo ren.

one shots

piteous toxin (1.1k) ❥

hate and humility ran your relationship with kylo, as did the heavy hand he loved having you wrap around his throat.

ben solo.

one shots

garage rooftop (1k)

the lines of friendship or something more grow more blurry the longer your eyes move from each mole, his cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. and you really don’t understand why the two of you hadn’t become something more ages ago.

commander mills.

one shots

warning signs (1.1k) ❥

if the two of you were to die like this; with mills rutting against you, his cock stretching you, his deep breaths and praises against your ear, your slick coating his length as you come, then so be it.

adam sackler.

blurbs

head in your lap

[myinconnelly1]

Nameless Need

Hero - 1

Creep - 2

Friend - 3

Date - 4

Kiss - 5

Wedding - 6

Hotel - 7

Oaths - 8

Comfortable - 9

[ofievdev]

OFIEVS ADAM DRIVERSE MASTERLIST

Welcome to my masterlist for Adam Driver's Characters!

Indications;

*=smut

•= fluff

#= angst

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Clyde Logan

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Charlie Barber

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Adam Sackler

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kylo Ren

Headlock || !Kylo ren x Fem!Oc

⤑ LUKE SKYWALKER has vanished. In his absence, the sinister FIRST ORDER has risen from the ashes of the empire and will not rest until Skywalker, the last Jedi, has been destroyed. Along with the main kingdom of the republic, the kingdom Of Okynaridu in their hands. THE QUEEN , AERIN, escaped from her Home planet, wanted by the first order. While General Leia Organa leads a brave resistance.

She is desperate to find her brother and the queen of Okynaridu to gain help in restoring peace and justice to the galaxy. Leia has sent her most daring pilot on a secret mission to Jakku, where an old ally has discovered a clue to Luke and Queen Aerin's whereabouts.

CH1

Haunted Nights || Vampire!Kylo ren

⤑ plagued by nights of a mysterious man. A noble girl tries to survive his possessiveness. (Draft)

THE EMPRESS KNIGHT || Knight!Kylo ren

⤑ Chosen by the new empress herself, Kylo Ren— an enemy to a neighboring land. protects a young Empress from her Council. Only to Fall in love during time.

CAFE || Modern!Kylo ren x fem oc

⤑ Plagued by dreams of a certain man, Aerin finds herself meeting him in a modern world. Where they can finally be together at last. (Alternate universe of my book headlock)

[wildgirllz]

Adam Driver P-Links

Anal With Flip (sounds like him too 😩 )

Pretty tummy bulge with Kylo

Another bonus tummy bulge

Adam using you

Sackler gets needy

Clyde can’t get enough

[thetorturerwrites]

Thinking loads about my step bro Sackler catching me jerking off.

Maybe Ben's strolling past my bedroom too! Who knows...

Adam doesn't give you much alone time these days. You wake up to him stuffing a pillow underneath your stomach to prop up your ass so he can fuck you without you doing anything. He chases you into the shower. In the dictionary, there's a picture of his dick next to the word "relentless."

Ben likes to watch. It'll be eons before he actually fucks you because he watches his brother fuck you stupid, captures pictures and video on his phone. One of Ben's favorite things is to lie under you while Adam plows you from behind and control your breathing with his hand around your throat. He likes to hear you whimper and beg for him to make you fly, light headed and fucked dumb.

Soon, everybody dubs you the three musketeers, thinking you had finally bonded as family, but the truth is just so much better.......

[mrs-gucci]

week one recap: sextember 2023

we're officially a week into sextember and it's been a blast so far!! I'm very proud of myself for sticking to it and keeping up my pace on writing. I'm really enjoying doing this for y'all and I hope you're enjoying the pieces!

more fics are on the way and will be posted up until sextember wraps next friday (sept. 23rd).

** as the event title suggests, all of these works have SMUT. so minors stay away, do not interact with these works or any of my 18+ content. **

here's a list of all the works that were released on week one of sextember:

Drive-In {flip zimmerman x reader} (525 words)

Fireside {clyde logan x reader} (1.19k words)

My Pumpkin {adam sackler x reader} (1.13k words)

A Masked Escapade {jacques le gris x reader} (1k words)

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sextember taglist: @rynwritesstuff @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-zimmerman

if you’d like to be tagged in future sextember works, please let me know via comment on this post or the original sextember post!

[pxgeturner]

pls send in miguel, quaritch, bucky, or adam driver character thirsts pls i’m in need ‼️

[peppermint-toads]

based on this tiktok

cw: adam sackler x female reader, piv sex

Adam had you sitting on his cock practically the entire night. And work was a challenge the next day, your voice was hoarse, thighs still shaking, and ass very sore. You trudged home, ready to take a warm bath and recover.

You blinked once, twice at the door with your mouth agape. Shakily, you ripped the paper from the door.

You swiftly entered your apartment, sliding down, down, down the wall, hoping and praying none of your neighbors saw you take the note.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself.

Adam rounded the corner to the kitchen, squeezing water from his hair with a towel hanging low on his hips. You almost forgot about the stupid note with the way his happy trail looked so delicious, and there was still water dripping down his collarbones, and-

No. That is exactly what got you into this situation.

“Kid? Something wrong?”

You silently shook your head, shoving the paper out towards him.

He snatched it quickly.

In bright orange sharpie, a message was scrawled in all caps.

“THE WHOLE BUILDING HEARS YOU FUCKING BTW!”

Your mouth still hadn’t closed.

“Adam?” You asked, clearly mortified with his lack of concern. His eyes were scrunched up in pure amusement.

He was smirking. Smirking.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Adam!”

But he was laughing like it was. That stupid, toothy, side-clutching laugh of his. One that, annoyingly, always made you laugh, too.

“Are you kidding? This is hilarious! The entire building has heard how fuckin’ pathetic you sound for me.”

Your mouth grew impossible wider, and he reveled in it.

He stuck his hands out, curled them around nothing, and started fucking up into the air. He played the parts of both him and yourself.

“Oh, Adam! Fuck me, please!” He whined in his most high pitched voice, throwing his head back in dramatics.

“Yeah, you like that, huh? You like it when I pound that little pussy?” He grunted in his normal cadence.

“I am never having sex with you again.” You deadpanned.

He locked eyes with you for a split second, and you knew what it meant. You scrambled on the floor, pushing yourself to your feet and sprinting just before he pounced. He chased you around the apartment until eventually, his arms locked around your middle and your fate was sealed.

[prince-kyloren]

And can I get uhhhhhh some Sackler and breeding kink headcanons? You know. Just because.

Note: this must have got sent to my drafts and I didn’t even fucking realize?!? What the hell?? Anyways I’m sorry I’m just posting it now!!!

Yes Z, “just because”

Here we go, making me UNNECESSARILY HORNY

* it’s not always a sexual thing for him, sometimes it shows itself through small gestures

* like the way he tends to fall asleep with his big hand cupping your lower belly

* or the way he comes up behind you, arms snaking around you, hands smoothing over your tummy, chin resting on your shoulder to look at you

* but that all seems well and normal to do until you remember that Sackler has just a little breeding kink

* you notice the way he fucks deep into you as he cums, the way he thrusts a few more times after his release, making sure his spend makes it to your womb whether he’s conscious of it or not

* sometimes you notice it in the things he says, things like “you gonna let me cum in your fertile little pussy?” whispered in your ear as he ruts into you from behind, his hand gently wrapped around your throat

* and when one hands around your throat from behind, his other hand is splayed across your belly, steadying you

* when he pulls out, he’ll get eye level with your dripping folds, watching as his seed spills past your opening. You can hear him whisper a low “fuck” almost under his breath as he scoops it  back up with his fingers, pushing it back into your sensitive cunt. Making sure that none of it is wasted

[paterson-blue]

Fever Pitch

(gif by @violadvis )

Summary: A mix-up at your pharmacy causes your heat to come early. Your aid options are limited.

Word Count: 5,994

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Sackler, Omega!Gender Neutral Reader, mild dubcon (smut is consented to during a heat), can be read as friends with benefits or friends to lovers, is the love unrequited or not??? you decide, heat aids, mentions of sex toys, Sackler is a good alpha, Sackler is soft, lotsa cum, dirty talk, mating cylces/in heat, unprotected sex (no chance of pregnancy), breeding kink, nesting, knotting, A/B/O biology, brief worry of non-con mating bite but none takes place — let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Shout out to @leatherboundbirate for beta reading this and encouraging all my A/B/O wants & needs.

Prefer AO3? I gotcha!

You’re curled up on your couch reading a book when your front door slams open. At this point, you’re so used to it happening that you don’t even flinch—instead, you look up, finding exactly the scene you thought you would.

Sackler barges in, barefoot and bare chested, a mallet in one hand and his phone in the other. He’s not looking at you, too focused on squinting at the little screen.

“Hey kid, guess what I juuuuuhhhhhhhhst—oooohhhh” His words warble in his throat, cutting off into what can only be described as an honest to god moan. You stare at him, brows arched. He’s frozen in place, head tilted up at an odd angle, dark eyes darting around the room. You move to set your book down onto your lap and his unblinking gaze snaps to you. You see him swallow, and wait for him to speak. He doesn’t.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You finally ask him, wondering what the actual hell had gotten into him. He blinks, chest heaving a large, gasping inhale that you can hear, and then he’s physically backtracking out of your apartment.

“Nothing I gotta go.” He yelps, slamming the door shut behind him. You listen to him stomp back down the hallway to his own unit. Perplexed, you grab your phone from the coffee table, opening up your ongoing text thread with him. Before you can type anything you see three tell-tale grey dots pop up on his end. You wait to see what he says, watching the dots linger for at least a full minute, before they disappear.

Huh. Weirdo.

You debate pursuing it but odds are it was just Sackler being… Sackler. Sometimes he did shit you really wished you didn’t know about, and you weren’t sure you wanted to open whatever new can of worms this was. So you toss your phone to the side, leaning back against the couch cushions and opening up your book once more.

____________________________________

You get the call from your pharmacist later that day. Hurried explanations, frantic apologies--your last suppressant prescription had gotten mixed up with someone else’s. Nothing dangerous, you’d been assured, but since it was a lower dosage than your body was used to it might not, well, work. Your heat would be hitting sooner rather than later--like, the next 48-hours soon.

Human error. Mistakes happen, right?

Inconvenient, unpleasant, but not the end of the world. You could call into work, they’d give you a medical excuse. You’d call your friend who always helped you through your heats--they’d come over and feed you and fuck you silly until the fever broke, the way they always did. It was fine, things were fine. No reason to panic.

Except, well, you call your friend and they’re out of town. They apologize profusely, but you tell them not to worry. It’s not like it’s their fault. Your suppressants usually kept your heats to a tight schedule, one that was marked on your calendar in red ink. Having one now was abnormal, unexpected.

You think about riding it out alone. You’d done it before—bravely, desperately. You had more than enough toys for it, really. Enough to keep you stuffed for days, enough that you could grind back on while in whatever nest you built for yourself. Ones that mimicked knots, ones that mimicked two alphas at once, ones that were filthy and debauched and perfect.

But they weren’t perfect, were they? Not during a heat. They were never enough, never real. And you needed real. It hurt without real, it was torture without real. You’d done it before and it had been a fucking nightmare. The fever had been so intense that you thought you were going mad, you’d been crawling out of your skin--it had been so fucking painful that it scared you. You never wanted to live through a heat on your own again. And yet, here you were, with no other choice.

No other choice.

Sackler.

You eye your phone where it lay on the coffee table, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Sackler. The thought of him brings your earlier interaction to the forefront of your mind, and you feel yourself flush as you realize what must have happened. He’d scented it, scented you. He’d moaned at the smell of your heat. He’d known, and he’d left--hadn’t even asked you why the fuck your heat was three weeks early.

Asshole.

Of course, asshole or not, Sackler was Sackler: king of helping people through their heats. He was practically running a fucking business at this point, probably had a huge complex schedule of all the omegas he was assisting. How terribly charitable of him.

It's not that you don’t approve! You support it--he was respectful, caring, gentle, giving. At least, he was in this context. You’d met a couple of the omegas who relied on him during their heats, and they’d had nothing but fantastic things to say. ‘Best alpha I’ve ever been with, so attentive and communicative. S’got a gorgeous cock,’ one of them--Wes--had told you while drunk at a party. You’d hummed, not really wanting to hear all of this about Sackler of all people (or did you? Things were confusing as of late).

Point was, for all of his chaos, Sackler was apparently a very responsible, doting alpha when the time came. It was tempting. He was right down the hall, had this whole thing down to a science. Surely he wouldn’t mind. It was nothing that would damage the friendship the two of you had. Both of you were practiced at shit like this. He was just… easy access.

Having properly convinced yourself, you snatch up your phone, plugging in his number before you can change your mind. You were too embarrassed to go talk to him in person, not to mention you had no idea when your heat would trigger. Still, this didn’t seem like a very text-friendly situation, so… calling it was. He answers on the second ring, quicker than normal.

“Kid.” He intones, voice low and even. You swallow hard, not liking how the mere sound of him makes you clench your thighs together.

“Sackler, hey, I’m--” you pause, cringing at how lame you sound, “-I need to talk to you about something.”

There’s a small pause. You can hear him take a slow, deep breath; he lets it out just as slowly. “...This about your heat?” His voice is quieter this time, and in the background you hear his music being turned off. You fidget, your heart rate picking up in your chest. It’s fine, this isn’t a big deal. It’s just Sackler. Sighing, you steel yourself for what you’re about to say next.

“Yeah. So, listen. The pharmacy screwed up my suppressants, gave me the wrong ones--”

“Yo, what? That’s fuuuuucked up.”

“Mm-hm, so basically my heat is gonna come, like, fucking tomorrow, I don’t know. I called my aid, but they’re out of town, and I-- Listen, I know you help out a lot of people, and I also know we’ve never… done that before, but maybe, if you don’t have anyone else on your schedule this week, maybe you wouldn’t mind, uhm… helping me?”

Silence.

Complete, utter silence. So much so that you pull your phone from your ear to check if he was still on the other end. The call is still connected so you hold it back up to your face, ready to ask him if he’d somehow not heard you, but then he speaks.

“I can’t.”

Your heart sinks, and you try your best to keep the disappointment out of your voice as well as the anxiety slowly building up within you. “Oh. Right, I’m--sorry, I know its a last minute ask and you’re probably, uh, all booked up--”

“I didn’t say that.” He interrupts, sounding a little on edge. “I’m not busy, I’m just saying no. So, no.”

You wince at his tone. A part of your brain shrinks, whines, telling you Alpha is mad. You made Alpha mad. Alpha doesn’t want you. You shove away the thought, physically shaking it out of your head. “Ohhkayyy.” You draw the word out, your chest feeling all tight. “Is it--I mean, you just… Is it because we’re friends? Or you’re just not… not interested.”

“I just can’t.” His voice is flat, controlled, so unlike him. It makes you angry. Sure, some of it was probably irritation from your looming heat and the fear of spending it alone, but some of it was just him. Here you were, being vulnerable with him, and he was just shoving you away. Wasn’t he supposed to be this magical, wonderful alpha? Wasn’t he supposed to be your friend? Your frustration makes you lash out in a way you normally wouldn't.

“You can’t. Right. Jesus, Sackler, it’s one heat. I’m not asking you to fuckin’ court me or marry me or some shit. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate, okay? I don’t--I can’t be alone again—”

“I can’t because I’ll fuckin’ bite you, okay?” His words are rushed out, brusque.

You laugh, the sound sharp. “You’ll ‘bite me’? Oh fuck off, asshole, all anyone ever talks about is how controlled of an alpha you are. Don’t give me some bullshit excuse. It’s not like you’re off mating all the other omegas you spend heats and ruts with.”

“Yeah, well, they’re not you.” He snaps at you and you blink in surprise, the frown on your face only deepening. What the fuck did that mean?

“What he fuck does that mean?” You ask, and you can hear the tension in your own voice. He doesn’t respond, the line quiet aside from his steady breathing. You grit your teeth, sighing hotly through your nose as you shut your eyes. “Alright. Whatever. Listen, Sackler, I’m just--”

“Omega.” And oh, he’s using the voice. That voice. The one that makes you all dumbstruck, makes you want to cower in submission, makes you want to give him everything he ever asks for and beg his forgiveness for your backtalk. All alpha. He’s never used it on you before; he wasn’t supposed to. “I said no.”

You’re speechless, breath catching in your throat as your mind goes blank and your heat surges within you. You want to babble, want to tell him you’re sorry, want to tell him you’ll be good, you won’t push him again, please don’t be mad, please. You think you feel slick between your thighs, the telltale sign of the fever about to sweep over you. Fuck, it was even earlier than you’d thought it would be.

It takes you forever to realize he’s hung up.

______________________________

Adam doesn’t hear from you for two whole days. He doesn’t want to admit to himself how worried he is, doesn’t dare walk past your apartment lest he hears something. Or, fuck, scents you. He doesn’t think he’d be able to control himself, and that’s not a situation he wants either of you to be in. So he takes the back stairwell, forces himself not to text or call, forces himself not to set a care package outside your door.

It’s killing him. His head is a loud, constant thrum: Omega needs you, Omega hurting, take care of Omega, protect Omega, fuck Omega, knot Omega, breed Omega. Pretty Omega, smells so good, makes you feel so nice, bite Omega, bite, bite, bite, mate.

He can’t stop it, the endless chanting in his mind. He works out, he runs his power tools day and night, working on various projects that go unfinished while he starts a brand new one. Turns his music up as loud as he can to try to drown everything out, scrubs his skin under boiling hot water in the shower in attempts to end its prickling. His heart pounds in his chest as the water slowly turns his pale skin bright red, stomach twisting as he thinks of you just down the hall.

He imagines you in a comfortable nest in your bed, soft pillows and blankets and clothes that all smell like you. Omega would make the perfect nest for Alpha, would be so good. He wonders how you’re taking care of yourself, wonders what myriad of toys you have at your disposal. Fuck, he wonders how wet you are, how much you’re soaking your sheets. His mouth waters as he thinks about it; goddamn, he wants to taste it, wants it all over him, wants his senses to drown in it.

Omega would open right up for you, take you so easily, would feel so good. Adam swallows hard, groaning as he leans against the shower wall, one of his hands slipping down to encircle his cock. He strokes himself slowly, just to take the edge off. Did you have one of those toys that mimicked a knot? Filled you with fake cum? Let your body believe, for just a split second, that it was actually being bred? Omega wants your knot, not anyone else’s. Only yours, only your cum. Omega needs it, needs you.

A low growl leaves his lips, and he clenches his hand at the base of his cock before wrenching the faucet to cold. He gasps at the shock of the freezing water; slams his fist against the tile in frustration. He can’t do this. He just can’t. It won’t take the edge off, he knows; it’ll just make things worse. He waits until his dick softens before clambering out of the shower, scrubbing his shaggy hair with a towel as he walks naked to his room.

Two calls from you on his phone.

His heart clenches up in his chest, fear filling him immediately, a million horrible scenarios entering his head. Your earlier words echo in his mind, that you can’t be alone again. Some omegas got sick if they spent their heats alone, some went crazy from the fever, overheated from the inside out without the balm of a warm body taking care of them. An alpha was ideal, but betas did the trick in a pinch. Fuck, he should have listened, should have… he didn’t know—put you in touch with someone he knew, who did what he did. Who could have helped you.

The thought of you with someone else makes an involuntary growl leave him, his hackles rising. He wouldn’t just give you to someone else. Never. Not when you were his.

He groans, pressing his palms into his eyes. No, no, no--you weren’t his. You were his friend, he cared about you, he needed you. He had no claim over you. And yet, it was some imaginary claim that caused him to fail you. Jesus fucking Christ, you were suffering right now and it was all his fault, wasn’t it?

He’s stabbing his thick fingers at the phone screen in a rush, calling you back as he sits heavily on his bed. His leg shakes anxiously as ringing echoes through the line, and his concern honestly has him considering breaking down your fucking door to make sure you’re still alive before, suddenly, you’re picking up.

“Alphaaaa.” You sigh into the phone, and Adam’s whole body clenches, his breath catching in his throat. He grits his jaw, closing his eyes as if it’ll block out his instincts. He says your name, trying to keep his tone gentle and even, to be the alpha he knows he can be. Controlled.

“Why did you call me? Are you okay? Do you need help?” The questions spill from his mouth one after the other without giving you time to respond. He forces himself to stop speaking, needing to hear your answers.

“M’not okay and you know it.” It sounds like you’re pouting, and it makes his chest loosen just a little. You continue, voice all breathy. “It hurts, Alpha. It’s… It’s not enough, ‘ve cum so many times and it’s not working. Its not real, it’s not good, it’s not you.”

Fuck, his heart hurts. He knows you don’t mean it, not like this, not in the midst of your heat. Even if you weren’t half out of your mind, you wouldn’t mean it the way he does. He’s sure of it. Because he’s him, and you’re you, and it just… it’s not how life works. And yet you’re begging for him, saying you need him, and it’s taking everything he has to stay sane.

“I can’t. I told you I can’t--”

“You won’t bite me, I know you won’t. You’re so nice, so sure of yourself, so wonderful, so big, so pretty, smell so good.”

Adam’s free hand twists into the sheets and he gulps, heaving in a shuddering breath in an attempt to center himself. Your name falls from his lips again, but this time instead of a warning it's a plea. He needs you to stop. He can’t---he can’t--

“Good Alpha, I know you are. Gooood Alpha, you’ll take care of me the way I need. And I neeeeed it, I do, I do. It’s not enough, fucking myself isn’t enough. It’s so fucking hot in here, Sackler, please, I can’t cool down, I’m--what if it gets worse?”

Your words make him shiver, and he unclenches his hands from the sheets to ruck his fingers through his hair, shoving it off his forehead. Fuck. Fuck. What if it got worse? He brings his thumb to his mouth, chewing on the side of it nervously as he tries to just… to figure things out in his head. And also ignore the suspicious wet sounds coming from your end of the line.

You gasp abruptly, and Adam freezes. It doesn’t sound like a good gasp, and the whimper that follows is more pained than pleased. He rushes to speak, words jumbling together. “What, what happened, are you alright?”

“Adam.” You say his name--his actual name--and he swears his heart stops. You continue speaking, and suddenly you sound more lucid, voice on edge; you sound scared. “Adam, it hurts. It really, really fucking hurts, and it’s just getting worse. I don’t--” Your voice cracks, and you suck in a shaky breath, the noise on the brink of a sob. “-I don’t know what to do. I wasn’t ready for this, I don’t--Adam.”

He breaks.

“Hey--hey, okay, I’m--fuck, I’m coming over, okay? Just lemme get some shit, I’ll be right there, I promise. Omega, I promise.” He’s already standing, yanking on a pair of gym shorts and nothing else before grabbing his duffel and throwing shit into it haphazardly. You whine into the phone and he hums to you, wanting to comfort you. He’d made up his mind, and he’d--he’d keep his control as much as he could. But he couldn’t leave you alone like this. Not you.

He’s pounding at your door in less than five minutes, chest heaving like he’s just run a damn marathon. He swears he can already smell you, and he rests his forehead on the doorframe, groaning softly. You’re wild-eyed and naked when you answer, and he pushes himself into your apartment, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him, not wanting anyone else to have the privilege of seeing you, scenting you, wanting you.

“You’re here.” You breathe, gaze traveling over him hungrily, as if you can’t get enough. Adam nods, taking a step back to press himself against the door, trying to get used to the overpowering scent of your slick. Fuuuuck, it was sparking each and every one of his senses, setting his nerves alight. Staying in control was going to be just as difficult as he thought. He’d never been sent into rut from an omega’s heat; he sure as fuck hoped that didn’t start now.

“Tell me you want this.” He grits out, whole body tense as he looks you over. You were beautiful. You were always beautiful, but this? It was better than his imagination, than all his dreams. You, naked in front of him, covered in sweat, slick soaking your thighs, your hands, your stomach.

You nod at him, swallowing hard as you take a step forward, pupils blown wide. Adam holds back a whine, not daring to make a sound, make a move. He needs to hear you say it, to feel better about this. Somehow, you know--you read it in his expression. Because you speak, your voice shaking even though he can tell you’re trying to keep it together.

“I want this, Adam. I trust you.” You reach out and touch, sliding your hand over his side, the contact and your words causing him to tremble. He knows your coherence won’t last long, and he can’t let things get bad for you--not again. So he just nods, putting just as much trust into you as you are into him. He pulls you close, kissing you as softly as he can manage, groaning low and loud at the taste of you.

Mate. Mate, mate, mate, mate. His mind clings to the singular word, echoing it over and over, needy and desperate. He’s ushering you back into your bedroom as quickly as he can, trying to remember the half-formulated plan he’d come up with while packing.

“Hey, look,” he croons to you as soon as he gets you seated on your bed, “-I brought these for you. For your nest.” He gestures to the pile of various fabrics you had piled meticulously around the edge of your mattress before opening his duffel and pulling out all the clothes, towels, and blankets he’d been able to shove in. “They, uh, smell like me. I didn’t know if you wanted them or not…”

He trails off, feeling himself start to blush, and he knows--he knows--that it’ll go up to his ears. You make a pleased noise, grabbing eagerly at the material, and Adam’s quick to drop a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m--I’m gonna go into the kitchen, okay? I’ll be really quick, I promise. Just wanna get us some water, see what sorta food you got that we can snack on for fast protein. I brought some gatorade and, uh, ham.” Shit, he feels stupid, feels so underprepared. Usually he was better than this, had everything planned out to a tee.

But you just nod, too busy adding his belongings to your nest to pay him any mind. He doesn’t have much time until the fever rises again, so he scurries out into the kitchen, puttering around, finding what he can. He wants you to eat something, knows you’ve probably just been scrounging for the past couple days. Fuck, he’d been so stupid to leave you alone. He doesn’t think he’ll ever stop beating himself up about it.

By the time he comes back into your room, you’re curled up in bed, face nuzzled into the damp towel he’d just dried himself off with. Heat fills him at the sight, and he quickly averts his eyes in order to focus on setting down everything in his arms. It was mostly bottles of water, but he’d been able to cut up some fruit as well as throw together some cheese, ham, and crackers. It wasn’t much, but it was something. As soon as he fucks you properly you’ll have a true break in your heat where you can sleep; he’ll prep better meals then.

“Here, I made some shit. Can you eat a little for me, please?” He keeps his tone even and soothing, reaching a hand out for you. You take it, let him help you off the bed and to his side. Humming, you nuzzle your face into his pale chest; he shivers when your tongue pokes out to lap at one of his nipples. “Kid, c’mon.” He breathes, a hand coming up to settle on your back. “Need you to eat something before it comes back. Drink some water, too.”

You huff out a hot little puff of air against his skin, and then pull away. “Fine, but only if you get naked.”

Well. It’s not like he’s going to say no.

As soon as he strips off his shorts you reach for some of the clementine slices he’s prepared, popping them into your mouth one-by-one. He can’t help but slot himself behind you, pressing his bare chest to your bare back and his cheek to the side of your head.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks as he settles his palms on your hips, ignoring the slight tremble in his hands. You hum, reaching for more slices of fruit and bringing them up to his mouth. Adam takes them from your fingers, sighing at the intimacy, feeling it soothe his soul.

“I feel better now that you’re here. It doesn’t… hurt as much.” It’s the truth. The second you’d laid eyes on him, smelled him, felt his touch—your heat had quelled, had receded for a moment. His mere presence reassured your mind and body that you weren’t alone, that someone was here to take care of you. You reach up to feed him the last piece of clementine and this time he sucks at your fingers after taking it into his mouth. You sigh happily, leaning back against his warm chest.

“Eat some more. Then hydrate.” Adam says after releasing your fingers, pressing his face into your neck. He feels when his cheek rubs against your mating gland; you whimper at the contact. “You smell so good,” he croaks out, mouth watering. Forcing himself to pull away, he waits for you to start on the plate of protein and eventually move to chug from one of the water bottles. “Good Omega.” He murmurs, rubbing his hands up and down your sides, praising you.

He shoves a couple bites into his mouth after you’re all done, eager to get back to where you were waiting for him in your nest. He clambers up beside you after moving the water closer, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. There’s a large wet patch of slick on the duvet; Adam wants to press his face into it, wants to lick it up. “I’ll wash the bedding next chance I get.” He says instead, cheeks flushing.

You make a noncommittal hum, reaching for him, and he goes. He slots himself over you the way he’s dreamed of, body pressed to yours, cock sliding against your soft stomach. “Fuck.” He moans, and he can’t help when his face migrates straight to the crook of your shoulder to your gland. Your scent is strongest here, and he nuzzles against it. He wants your essence all over his face, wants it imprinted into his skin, his senses.

“Perfect. Such a sweet, perfect omega for me. I always knew you would be.” He takes a deep inhale, and before he knows it he’s lapping at your gland, moaning at the heady taste. It’s messy and unrefined, his head emptying of all thought but you, his mate, his omega. Mate, mate, mate. He sucks at the swollen, sensitive patch of skin and you cry out, hands flying up to clutch at his back.

“Alpha, please.” You keen, feeling dizzy at the sensation of his tongue sweeping over your mark, of his plush lips sucking at your skin, at the slight scratch of his facial hair. “Bite me, fuck me, knot me, mate me.” You barely hear your own pleading, but Sackler does. He lets out a broken moan before yanking his head up and away from you.

He pants as he presses his forehead to yours, his nose nuzzling against your cheek. “I can’t. I—I won’t. Not now, not like this.” His voice sounds pained, and it hurts you, makes you whimper.

“Alpha doesnt want me?” You question, voice shaky, and Adam’s quick to soothe you.

“I want you. I want you.” He tugs at one of your hands, guiding it to his hard cock as he stares you down. “I want you so fuckin’ bad. You’re—“ he hesitates, but the vulnerable look in your eyes forces him to keep going, “-you’re my omega. And I’ll make you my omega. As soon as this heat passes, as—as soon as we can actually talk. Okay?”

His heart thuds in his chest at his confession, even though he knows you’re hearing it through a haze of heat and desperation. Maybe if he’s lucky you won’t remember this conversation; maybe he won’t lose you at the end of all this. He’ll see you through the fever, take care of you, make sure you’re okay. And then things will… go back to normal.

He just has to make sure to keep his bite to himself.

Your hand squeezes his cock gently, right at the base where his knot will pop; it makes him feel lightheaded with want. He tries to ignore the sensation, to focus on you. Your eyes look a little more glazed, and he swears he can feel the heat coming off your skin. The fever was taking hold again, then.

“Pretty Alpha,” you say suddenly, voice taking on a dreamy intonation, “-big Alpha, nice Alpha.” Your nimble fingers rub just under the head of his cock, and Adam can smell when another rush of slick leaves your body.

He groans, and then he’s moving, reaching for a pillow to shove under your hips. It would be easier, really, to take you from the back; to fuck you at a punishing pace, hold you down against the mattress and make you take him, take his knot. It’s what he’d do with anyone else. But he can’t help it—he wants to see your face when he fucks you for the first time. He needs to know it’s you, and needs you to know it’s him.

You’re starting to make hitched out little whimpers, and he presses his large hand just under your belly button, giving you comforting pressure to focus on. “Shhh, shhh—you’re alright, Omega. I’m here, okay? I’ve got you.” He uses words he’s said before with his past partners, clutching at the script in his head as if it’ll give him control, give him sanity.

The initial slide into you is heaven. Slick and warm and easy, your body taking his cock like you were made for him. He isn’t even fucking breathing, every single fiber of his being hyper focused on the feeling of the two of you, together. How it should be. You let out a little mewl of relief when he bottoms out, your body relaxing against the mattress as your heat settles into something warm and thrumming and happy.

Adam can feel it, can taste it in the air—how his body makes yours feel, how it soothes you. He leans in to nuzzle his face against your cheek, chest rumbling in something akin to a pleased purr. Take good care of Omega. Love them, help them, make them feel nice. Your omega, yours.

He lets out a little growl, adjusting his grip on your hips, and then he’s arching his back to fuck into you as hard and fast as he can in this position. You need it like this after being by yourself, but honestly, he needs it, too. He lets out sharp pants and grunts into your ear, breathing hot against your skin. Fuck, you felt so fucking good—surely the other omegas he’d been with hadn’t felt like this. He can’t remember, not with your wet, velvet heat clenching around his cock.

Jesus fuckin’ Christ, he was gonna pop his knot any second.

It’s too soon, too fast; he doesn’t want it to be over. It’s just the first time, he tells himself. Give Omega your knot, impress Omega, fill Omega. Omega will want more. More, more, more.

He snarls, determination overtaking him as his hips work overtime, the slapping of his skin against yours growing louder as he fucks you roughly. You sob, clawing at his back, chanting Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, Adam. It’s all he can do to stop himself from wrenching your head to the side and burying his teeth into your mating gland. His mouth waters at the thought of it.

Slick gushes from you when you cum, soaking the both of you as you cry and writhe on his cock. Adam’s eyes roll back in his head, and he rubs his face against yours, scenting you, letting his facial hair brush against your soft skin.

“Fuuuuck.” He bites out, and yes, fuck, yes, there—his knot was swelling, catching at your entrance with each pump of his hips. “Jeeeezus, fuck yeah, good fuckin’ omega. Gonna take my big fat knot, huh? Gonna fuck you full of my cum, breed you like you fuckin’ deserve.”

He’s babbling, mindless; all he can focus on now is his urge to shove his knot into your tight little hole, have you clench down on him as he cums and cums and cums. All it takes is a couple more hard snaps of his hips, and then—

—his knot locks inside of you, and Adam bellows out your name, his orgasm fuckin’ blindsiding him. He swears it’s never felt like this before, his whole body shaking so hard that he collapses on top of you, his hips still rutting frantically between your legs. He’s never felt so out of control of his body, so fucking feral, panting and grunting as his balls pulse over and over and over again.

You take him all, your palms sliding over his sweaty back, letting out little whimpers as his cum floods inside of you. You feel so full, close to bursting, but his knot won’t let a single drop escape. He keeps jerking his hips into you as if trying to get deeper, little involuntary sobs leaving his throat with each movement.

You feel like you’re fucking floating.

The burn of your heat is gone, leaving only the glow of your orgasm, of being filled. You can’t even feel all the muscle aches you know you’ll have later. Adam’s giant body isn’t even heavy; it’s a warm, comforting weight—anchoring you to him, intimate in the best way.

Sackler. This is Sackler. A little piece of your mind nags at you; you quickly tell it to fuck off. Yeah, this was Sackler, and he was everything you’d been needing, everything you wanted, so good to you, so wonderful, perfect, beautiful Alpha.

… Okay, so maybe your heat was still around, but at least it was in the background for a bit.

Adam lets out an unintelligible groan, and you can’t help the laugh that leaves your chest, the sound bright and airy. He hums at you, nuzzles into your neck—you feel him start to lap at the sweaty skin near your gland, the flat of his tongue sparking against your nerve endings. Alpha was cuddly. You’d pleased Alpha.

He’s aware enough to shift himself, maneuvering the two of you—slowly, gently—into a comfortable position on your sides to wait until his knot goes down. It’s not the most ideal arrangement, your thighs linked awkwardly, half on top of him, but it works. You liked being face to face with him, anyway.

Adam watches you with those big brown eyes, gaze soft as he rubs a hand over your ribs. He wants to ask how you’re feeling, if he’d been good, if you were happy. But he can see that you’re tired, and he knows this break from your heat will only last so long before the fever returns again.

“Get some sleep, kid.” He tells you, voice soft as he angles your head towards his chest. You lean into him willingly, fluttering around his knot as you curl up to him. Adam forces himself not to moan even as the action makes his cock pulse once more, giving you more of his cum. He clings to the to-do list inside his head, the things he needs to get done after his knot goes down—the things he needs to do to take care of you. His omega.

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Toxic (4/10)

Adam Sackler X Reader

Summary: You knew him since you both were babies. You knew everything about him and would always support him in anything and everything. He was your best friend, and you were his. Nothing is ever gonna change that.

Until Hannah came along.

Warning: drinking, SMUT (PIV (wrap in before you tap it, bot), quicky), ANGST

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Also, hi! I know it’s been a while, but I finally got inspiration back for this series, so here is the new chapter. Hope you like it!

Toxic Masterlist

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Chapter Four: Best Party Ever

After that event at your apartment. After learning that everything Adam said to you or did to mean nothing, that they were just lies he said during the moment, you decided to change and go to Tako’s place.

Tako was one of your best friends outside Adam. You met her when Adam once brought you to one of his AA meetings and you instantly clicked with her. You knew she was also friends with Adam, but more with you and you knew you could thrust her with your secret and problems. 

“OOGA BOOGA!” You screeched as you turned around, one hand on your heart. Tako was laughing with content. Throwing her arms around you and bringing you closer to her. “Oh my god, you should have seen your face! Did you shit yourself too?” She tried to make you turn around. “Let me see.”

You lightly pushed her away. A little bit annoyed, but the smile on your face said something else. “Ah, ah. You are really funny.” 

She patted your head. “That I really am, you know. You are really lucky to be in my presence. What would you be without me in your life, hmm?” 

“Probably…” You faked thinking about it. “Shitting, pissing and crying on my own, in my apartment?” 

“Exactly! Anyway, are you gonna seriously wear that to the party?” She looked you up and down.

You look at your black dress, confused. You thought you looked pretty cute in it. At least, that’s what Adam told you before then saying you don’t need anyone else validation but your own. That looking at other people's opinions is a concept created by the society we live in and you couldn’t remember the rest of what he said. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

She strolled through her room and opened her dresser. “Dude, we are going to a party, not a funeral. Even though I know you are pretty familiar with them, ya know…”

You laughed. “Ouch. That was so uncalled for.” You smiled and walked closer to her.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. But, yeah, we need color. We need something that looks fun. Something that shows more skin than that!” She tossed some t-shirts on the floor, a pair of pants, before gasping. She slowly looked up to you. “I found… just the thing.” And she threw you a baby blue crop top and a hot pink little skirt that you knew would only stop and the middle of your thighs.

“Are you sure I should be wearing that?” She nodded and almost pushed you to her bathroom to change.

“Yes! Now go change or we are gonna be late.”

“Are you sure we are at the right address?”  You asked Tako as you went by warehouse ater warehouse. You started getting kinda scared as you noticed no one was here and you couldn't hear a sound. “I can’t hear shit.”

Tako looked at her phone. “Yeah… we are. The address says it somewhere here. I’m sure we will find it one day.” You took a turn to the left.

You leaned against her. “Who even sent you that address?” You looked at her phone for an answer.

She showed it to you. “It’s that boy toy of yours. One guy at the AA got an invitation that he also gave to Adam and Adam sent it to me.”

"He did?” You were perplexed for a second. If Adam knew of this party and invited Tako… Why didn’t he invite you too? You knew you were both in some sort of weird place, but you still thought he thought of you as his best friend. You always did everything together. Everything. This is probably the first time he never invited you to something he was going to.

“You didn’t get it?” She looked at you. “With the both of you being inseparable you know, I thought you would’ve been the first one to know?” As you were both walking, you started to hear loud music. That meant you were near and certainly nor lost.

“Yeah… me too.” You probably had a sad face because Tako was looking at you with pity. She patted your head. You cleared your voice. “But, yeah anyway, tonight is not about him. It’s about us! Having fun!”

“You said it, dude! You said it!” She took your hands and dragged you to where music was from. 

“Hey!” Someone said. With the loud music, you couldn’t recognize the voice so both of you didn’t stop to acknowledge it. “Hey! Stop!”

Tako too must not know who it is because she started to walk faster. Suddenly a bike stopped before you. The rider being the man itself, Adam Sackler. You couldn’t help but admit he did look good in his brown flannel shirt.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two? Running away from me like I’m some sort of sociopath.”  He got down from his bike and grabbed Tako with a scream. She laughed as he lifted her on his shoulder. “Hello!”

“Put me down, you giant. Put me down.” And he did.

When his eyes went from her to you, you swore you saw them get darker. What you didn’t know was what that darkness meant. “Hey kid.”

Tako looked at you, then Adam, then you, then Adam again. Waiting to see if someone was gonna say something, but the both of you just looked at each other. 

“Well, shall we go then.” She nervously laughed.

A small approval could be heard from the both of you as you both reluctantly glanced away and continued walking to the party. 

The moment you entered the party, you were already drinking like your life depended on it. You wanted to get rid of the pain inside of you. The pain caused by Adam and you just wanted to let loose for tonight. You wanted to dance without a worry in the world, without worrying about the people around you.

You did three, four shots of vodka before going for the beer. You drank three while talking with Tako and one of her friends that you notice seem to be way more than a friend. They were both really touchy with each other and kept on looking at each other. Your question was answered when Tako and her started kissing while grinding on each other.

“I’m gonna go dance!” You tell her even though you know she didn’t hear you. You wobbled to the center of the room and mingled with all the other people there. Your mind was kinda foggy because of the alcohol. You tried to move your body to the sound of the music the band was playing while looking at the people around you. That’s when you notice you haven’t seen Adam in a while. 

You felt a pair of hands gripping your waist. “Looking for someone.”

You turned your head to the side and smiled. “Adam! I missed you!” You turned around fully and smiled at him. How come you never noticed how handsome he was until now?

“I was only gone for a few minutes, kid. Looks like that was enough time to make you wasted.” He swayed with you to the music, an odd look on his face. “Are you okay?” He genuinely asked you, stopping your swaying. He placed his big hands on your cheeks and made you look into his eyes. Fuck, they were so beautiful. Brown eyes were probably really common, but his, you could get lost in them forever. 

You smiled, your brain totally forgetting the fact that you were sad because of him. Actually your brain had completely forgotten your sadness because of the alcohol flowing into your system. “Yes! I am completely fine. I love this party.” You turned back around, not waiting for him to say anything.”Dance with me, Adam.”

He sighed. “You know I fucking hate this but… okay.” And he moved his hips to the rhythm of yours. 

As you grind yourself to him, your ass brushing against his crotch, you couldn’t help but moan in his ears when you felt his hard length in his pants. You bite your lips as you remember the night you both spent together. You could still remember the way his cock felt inside you, how rough he was with you, all the dirty words he said to you. You were getting wet just thinking about it. “Adam…” 

He bent his head to lick your ear. “Do you know what you do to me, hmm? What you are wearing right now makes me wanna just fuck you right now on the floor for everyone to see.” He growled. “But… I won’t. Wanna know why?”

You whined and pulled yourself closer to him. “Why?”

He slid a hand up ever so slowly, his touch making your skin tinggle. He stops right below your right breast, squeezing it lightly. A moan left your lips as you looked at his hand. You were so wet at this moment, so horny it was like you were the only people in the room. Then, his hand slid up from your breast to your neck. You gasp as he squeezed. 

“Because you are mine, baby.”

You turned around and faced him. You were so horny you were sure you were about to burst at any moment. “I need you, Adam.” You stood on your tippy toe and whispered in his ears. “I want you to fuck me so badly. Make me cum so hard.”

He growled and grabbed your hand leading you somewhere. You giggled like a damn school girl when you both went to a dark alley where no one was sure to see you. “I feel like we're in high school right now.”

Adam pushed against the wall. “Because you fucked against a wall in high school?” He asked, humour on his tongue. He grabbed your neck and made you elan on the side so he could kiss it better. He was dirty. His tongue licking at every inch of your skin and his mouth sucking on it like a vampire. 

You hummed as you placed both of your hands on his broad shoulder. “Yeah, I did.” You placed your thighs against his hip, grinding on his covered hard length. “That’s how I lost my virginity. I never told you that?”

Adam let go of your neck and looked at you. He grabbed in one hand your ass, squeezing it like batter, and the other your thighs to help you get more friction. “No… You didn’t. Anyway, I'm gonna make you forget all about this. Instead, everytimes you will think about me fucking you against the wall instead of that boy.”

He harshly bunched up your skirt around your hips as you unbuckled his belt. “Fuck, I need you. I need your pussy, baby.”

You kissed his lips. “Then have it.” You pulled his cock out and lined it up with your entrance. You both moaned when he pushed it all in one stroke inside of you. He was just as big as in your souvenir. 

“Your so fucking wet. What a little whore you are. Letting me fuck you out in public like that.” He lifted you up and placed your thighs around his waist. He slid his cock out of you. “My little whore.” And trusted it back into you.

You moaned out loud. “Fuck! Harder!” And he did so. The tip of his dick always kissing your cervix every time he would slide back in. You bawled your hand into a fist and bit into it so no sound would come out of you. 

“None of that.” He slapped your hand away. “I want to hear you, baby. Tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how much you love this dick.”

You look down at where his cock trusted in and out. “So much– Fuck– I love it so much.” You pulled on his hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Adam growled. “You're crazy if you think I’m gonna stop. I’m only done after I’ve filled your pussy with my cum. You want that?” He harshly trusted in. “You want me to feel you up until you’re dripping?”

You screamed. “Yes! Fuck fuck fuck–” You squeezed your walls around his cock as you came, gushing around him and coating his cock with your wetness.

Adam bit your neck. “Fuck– That’s it. Milk my cock, you whore. Milk it.” And he came inside you with a growl. He pushed his hips so he was fully inside of you before bursting his seed, filling you with all he had. You were breathless. That was the best quicky you have ever had.

You kissed his lips. “Damn, that was good.” You pecked his nose, cheeks and chin and his lips once again. You were confused when he didn’t kiss you back. “Adam?” You opened your eyes to see him looking at where the party was going on. ”Adam?” 

You gasped when he suddenly pulled out of you and placed you back on your feet. Adam took a step back, placed his cock back into its original place, his eyes never leaving where the party was going on full blast. “Yeah it was nice. I’ll see you later.” He didn't even stop to look at you once as he walked away from your messy self. You were so confused as to what happened. You pulled down your skirt, feeling so lost. What had just happened? What was going on? One moment, he was fucking you like a mad man and the other he is avoiding your touch like the Pest.

You went back to the mass of people and looked around. There were people dancing all around you making you feel all warm, but the sight before you was like someone splashed a bucket full of water on your head. 

Here in front of you was Adam and Hannah dancing together and laughing. 

That just explained everything to you. He had ditched you for her. You felt stupid. With all the alcohol gone in your body, the pain came back full force. Fuck did it hurt. You felt like a second choice. You felt used. 

With tears in your eyes, you sat down on one of the benches on the second floor. There was practically no one there, so you were pretty grateful no stranger was seeing you almost cry your eyes out. 

So much pain. Usually you were stronger than that, but tonight didn’t seem to be your night. You tried to go find Tako, thinking she could cheer you up a little bit, but you couldn’t find her anywhere. You were now alone, in a party crying around a bunch of drunken fools. 

You rubbed your nose with the back of your hand when you saw a guy sit down next to you. “I’m really sorry.” He started. “I know you don’t know me, but I just couldn’t help myself but ask if you are doing okay?”

You nodded, not wanting to reveal the truth to this genuinely handsome man. “Yeah.” You cleaned your cheek of all the tear marks. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

The guy smiled at you. “I know you are lying because I’m a stranger.”  He presented you with his hand. “I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you.”

You smiled for the first time in half an hour. “Hey, Charlie.” You told him your name in return.

“So, now that we aren’t strangers, how about you tell me all that’s bothering you.”

You puffed out a laugh. “I don’t think it works that way, Charlie.” You then shrugged. What bad could happen if you told him a little bit. “Well, if you really want to know…”

He nodded. “Which I do.”

You smiled. He was adorable. “Well, let’s just say I got used by someone I considered to be my best friend.” Charlie looked at you with wide eyes and you nodded. “Yep, and it’s not the first time it happened. He just fucked me and left right after to go to this one girl.”

You both stayed silent for a few moments. At that moment, you were still feeling kinda sad, but you were glad to not be alone anymore. Telling Charlie of what happened also lifted you a little bit of all that anger you felt for Adam. For odd reasons, Charlie made you comfortable. Him and his buzzed hair and gentle eye made you feel at ease.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “Considering I just told you one of my problems,  how about you tell me one of yours. It's only fair, mister.” You poked his stomach. Did he have a six pack? How more perfect can this dude get?

Charlie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Well, a week ago my girlfriend broke up with me because I was apparently too… vanilla for her. Apparently, I was boring because I wanted to respect her.”

You frowned. “That’s just stupid. I would kill to get a man to respect me once.”

Charlie raised his hand in disbelief. “I know right! What did she want me to do? Hit her while having sex? Do it in public space? She knew that wasn’t my thing and still got with me in the first place.”

“And just now, she came to me and tried to get back with me, but I said no. I love her, but no I can’t be with someone who thinks I’m boring and doesn’t respect me, you know.”

You hummed. “I hate people.”

“So do I…”

You looked up to him. He looked sad. “Wanna get out of here?” You ask me.

He looked into your eyes. “Why the hell not.”

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