- slow ride ch2
feat. sinner!adam x fem!hotel worker!reader
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warnings: NSFW, more substance use in this one, a bit of angst?, readers emotional issues
a/n: i feel like my writing sucks esp in this chapter cause im sorta rusty and sick so i cant even tell if this makes sense but oh wellđđđ anyway pls send me hazbin reqs!!!!! having the worst brainrot lately esp for this horrible man!!!
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âI'm not breaking up inside / I'm much to proud to moan / Baby, please come homeâ
Oh my god. What did I just do? Why did I do this?
You turn your head to look at Adam where heâs lying on the other side of the bed, and find his expression closely mirrors your own. Pure disbelief is written on his features, and you grimace, turning to look back at the ceiling.
After a moment, you sit up, grabbing your box of cigarettes and a lighter off your bedside table. Once lit, you swing your feet off the bed to reach for shirt and now ripped panties, standing up when youâre partially dressed. You hear Adam sit up behind you.
âSoo, that was⊠uhhhâŠâ He trails off, mouth hanging open as he thinks of what to say.
âLetâs⊠not speak about this again,â You say carefully as you turn back to face him.
âYeah. yeah, iâm good with that,â He says quickly, finding his robes off the floor. Youâre surprised he doesnât say anything about the smoke.
You cross the room to get your pants off the floor, pulling them up as Adam grabs his jacket. You pull up your fly, and look up to see Adamâs staring at you with an expression you canât read. His eyes flicker to your lips, and he starts to lean closer.
âKiss me and iâll cut your fuckinâ tongue out,â you say as you turn your head away.
âOookay then. Iâll, uh, see ya,â For once, he has no snarky comment or crude joke to make as he straightens up and leaves your room.
After that, you told yourself never again. It happened once, itâs out of your system, itâs done. A one time thing.
But then it happens a second time.
âItâs a disgusting habit! All your clothes, your whole room fuckinâ reeks!â
âAre you tryinâ to get me to loose my temper here? âCause iâm about to shove you out that fucking window!â
âAnd look how angry you get, you fucking fiend, itâs been like 2 hours!â
âWhy donât you mind your goddamn business?â
You raise an arm to hit him, but he catches your elbow, twisting you around so your back is to him and he can hold you in place. You struggle to break from his grip, when suddenly-
âOh my god,â You deadpan, but your voice doesnât come out as disgusted as you expected at the feeling of something hard poking into your lower back.
âOkay, this is not my fault-â Adam says quickly.
âYou- fucking perv!â You spit, but your words hold no weight when he flips you again and lifts you up, placing you on the counter and you make no effort to struggle. You spread your legs so he can slot between them as items pushed out of the way cascade off the counter, falling to the floor with loud crashes.
You then told yourself that would be the last time. But not even you fully believed yourself. And once it happened a third, fourth, and fifth time, you just accepted this is something that happens now. Youâre not proud of it- some of you hates yourself, but another part of you finds a a sick, primal pleasure in it. Itâs the only guaranteed way for you to get him to shut up, if only for a few minutes. The fight for dominance- fuuck youâre messed up, huh?
Thinking of the humiliation youâd feel if any of the others found out- oh god, how could you look Alastor in the eyes again- you change absolutely nothing about your behavior around Adam. On the surface, nothing has changed at all. You two still bicker and argue all the time, if anything, worse than ever. Yet the other members can feel somethingâs up, that something changed. Adamâs insults feel more hollow. He always said shit just to rile you up, but there was usually an undertone of truth to his words. Not anymore- itâs all stupid shit that everybody can tell he doesnât care about. Nobody says anything about it, though, until-
âWhat the fuck are you smilinâ for?â Angelâs voice makes Adam jump as he enters, sitting down on the couch beside him.
âWhat-? I wasnât smiling,â Adam quickly denies. âWhat are you talking about?â
âOh my god- are youâre gettinâ laid?â Angel grins, sitting up. The look on Adamâs face tells him everything, and he canât help but laugh. âOh, you so are! No wonder youâve been in such a good mood lately,â
âUh, duh iâm getting laid, Iâm Adam, Iâm the origin-â
âYeah, yeah, original dick. But thatâs not what I mean and you know it.â Angel grins widely, and Adam can feel his face heating up. Oh god- why is he blushing? Since when does he care? He pushes the thought from his head.
ââŠYou donât know her,â Adam decides to say, crossing his arms and turning back to face the TV, hoping Angel will just leave it at that.
âTry me,â Angel leans closer, looking intently at Adamâs expression. When Adam says nothing, Angel laughs again.
âOh my god I so know her,â
Adam grits his teeth but says nothing as Angel laughs.
âOkay, fine, donât tell me who youâre havinâ weird secret kinky sex with,â Angel shrugs, turning to face the TV. âIâll find out eventually,â
That makes Adam sweat.
You canât help but laugh, nearly spitting whisky everywhere while Husk chuckles to himself. Sure, itâs a bit trite, ranting to the bartender about your shitty day while he pours you a stiff drink, but Husk could always make you laugh about it, and call you out on your bullshit if needed. He was real, and you liked that about him. Plus, it beat drinking alone when none of your other friends wanted to party on a Wednesday.
â-and not a crazy bitch like Iâm a crazy bitch, crazy like she lit her momâs hair on fir-â
âHusk holy shit!â
Both of you look in the direction of Angel Dustâs voice as he runs from the hallway towards you both. He leans over the bar, eager to share whatever news he had.
âAdamâs fucking somebody- somebody here!â
You choke on your whisky, spitting it back into the glass. Angel and Husk both look at you with a raised brow.
âMy bad,â is all you say. you canât think of anything else that would play it off, so you just quietly wipe off your face while Angel recounts his encounter with Adam. You feel an eye twitch- you could strangle that prick for being so conspicuous.
âYouâre quiet, Y/N,â Angel says in a teasing tone.
âI just could not care less if I tried,â You say back, firmly but with a shrug, and you hope it suffices as an acceptable explanation, and that you come off as your usual apathetic self. You finish your whisky, and luckily, Angel doesnât give you any more shit. Slightly unsettled by that interaction, you avoid Adam for the next few days.
Late one evening, everybodyâs gone up to their rooms and the hotel is quiet. Youâve already eaten, smoked, brushed your teeth and put on pajamas, but thereâs nothing good on TV and youâre bored and high and just want a task to keep busy. So you wander aimlessly into the kitchen and find yourself doing the dishes that Charlie was too stressed out to do earlier.
As you scrub brown charred bits off a pan, you find your stupid weed-addled brain wandering to Adam. You havenât fought with him in a while, mostly because youâd run away before he had the chance to start, but still. It feels weird, being so calm lately. No wonder youâre bored. Itâs the way things used to be at the hotel, before he arrived. You guess you hadnât realized how used to his presence youâve gotten. Gross. You cringe at the thought.
Luckily, your phone starts to vibrate on the counter, giving you a distraction. You pick up and hold it between your ear and shoulder without looking at the caller ID.
âYo, where are you right now?â
Of course.
âAdam? What the fuck, when did you get a phone?â You snort. When you realize youâre smiling you clear your throat and force your face to relax.
âWhatever. Can you come upstairs?â
You pause. He sounds slightly odd.
âWhat, like, to your room?â You raise an eyebrow. âWhy?â
âohmyfuckinggod- can you not be difficult for fucking once and just do what I ask?â Then, as an afterthought, he adds âPlease?â
Damn, okay. You donât say anything for a moment, thinking maybe youâre just smacked and heâs being normal.
âSuuuure⊠Just uh, gimme a minute,â You say carefully, putting the dishes down. Then, he hangs up on you. What a dick.
Unbeknownst to you, while youâve been thinking about him, heâs been thinking about you way more.
Youâve been avoiding him- obviously. Not unexpected, but it pissed him off to no end. Heâs fucking Adam! Who are you to ignore him? Arenât you supposed to be keeping an eye on him, anyway?
By now, the others have started to accept him- including them in their plans, drinking with him, no longer leaving a room when he enters- so he doesnât really need a chaperone anymore. Despite this, it still feels wrong. Even in a room with every other patron of the hotel, heâd started to notice when you werenât there.
He didnât even notice he was starting to miss you at first. It wasnât until he and Charlie were seated at the bar, and he drank more than he probably should have, that he mentioned you were avoiding him.
âWhatâdya, miss her?â Husk asked.
âAwww, Adam!â He still remembers the look on her and Huskerâs faces. âYou are starting to change! Thatâs so sweet of you!â
And then because she was drunk she kept rambling about it for like 30 minutes, but he doesnât remember the rest of what she said, just the utter humiliation he felt. He shut up for the rest of the night to avoid spilling his guts any more, but Husk- the annoying fucker- still gives him knowing looks every now and then.
And after Nifty had washed his sheets, and heâd noticed that his pillows lost the scent of cigarettes, perfume, and shampoo youâd left behind, he knew he was royally fucked.
The worst of all, though, is that he feels helpless to feeling these emotions- and even worse, he doesnât want to stop feeling them. Before heâd even noticed it, he was thinking about you all the time, and he was fine with it. The embarrassment was killing him, even though, supposedly, nobody knew.
On this particular night, heâd probably had just a tad too much beer with his dinner, because when heâd returned to his room and flopped on his bed, there was a little bug in the back of his brain that kept whining about how empty it felt. He tossed and turned for a bit, just wanting to sleep it off, but he eventually gave up, reaching for his phone.
âAdam?â Before youâre finished knocking, Adam jumps up to get the door, pulling you inside quickly. You make a noise of surprise as he scoops you up immediately, not saying anything as he carries you to his bed.
âDamn, needy, huh?â You laugh. This time, itâs him telling you to shut up as he tosses you onto the bed and crawls over you.
You sit up slightly to help him get your shirt off, and then his lips are on your neck, trailing down to your chest as he unclips your bra.
âHavenât seen you in a while,â He says with a casual shrug as his hands run up your torso to grope at your tits.
âmm,â You hum, arching your back into his touch. âmissed this?â You smile sarcastically. Missed you, he thinks.
âSure missed these,â He pushes the thought away and grins back, squeezing your chest for emphasis. He pulls back briefly to rid himself of his own shirt, then bends back down to press more kisses to your flesh. He looks up, staring at your expression as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, reveling in the whimper heâs rewarded with.
âfuckinâ perfect titsâŠâ He mumbles into your chest before nipping at your skin. You let your eyes shut as his free hand slides down, under the band of your shorts and his finger brushes the hot skin beneath, skimming over your lips. Adam thumbs at your clit through your panties, relishing in the whine he rips from your throat.
Impatiently, you shift your hips up to slide off your shorts and panties, then reach to tug at his belt loops to signal he should do the same. When he looks up and sees the desperate look on your face, he decides not to keep you waiting, and pulls back to rip off his pants and boxers.
You guess avoiding him these past few days has affected you, too, because youâre surprisingly desperate. You sit up, wrapping your fingers around his cock, smearing his arousal across his length, and whatever he had been planning to say dies and comes out a needy garble of nonsense that makes you snicker.
To your surprise, he has no quip as he crawls over you and pushes himself between your legs. He bites back a gasp when you rub the head of his cock between your folds, a groan following a moment after as he begins pushing into you.
Your thighs are trembling by the time heâs fully inside of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist weakly while you adjust to the stretch.
He sits up fully, and from this view, you look stunning. The way you're laid back on his pillow, tears pricking in your eyes, he thinks you look more angelic than anything he ever saw in heaven.
âfuuuck,â He groans, letting his head fall onto the bed as he starts to move his hips.
âAdam!â The way you whine his name is truly sinful, and he feels his dick twitch in response.
âholyfuck, âs so big,â The slight burn makes you regret your impatience now, and his face makes you regret stroking his ego. You make a point to ignore his self satisfied laugh, focusing instead on how his cock stretched you open, making you to tighten and release around him. You turn your head, looking at his wicked fucked-out smile that grew wider and wider as his movements got deeper.
You canât speak, you just moan helplessly as your hands search for anything to grab onto to steady yourself. You throw your hands around his neck and bury them in his now dark wings, in the way you always did. You gripped the feathers tightly and let out a moan and oh, god, heâs not going to last long, he thinks, with you gripping the sensitive feathers like that. He groans again, then his lips find your shoulder, where he leaves messy, open-mouthed kisses trailing towards your neck.
âso fuckinâ sexy, so, so good for me,â you barley even register that heâs speaking, with your entire focus being on the way he moved in and out of you.
âyouâre- so beautiful,â he says between grunts. your eyes widen.
âwha-ahh-â before you can question that, a particularly hard thrust makes the words die in your throat, and youâre clawing to his biceps again.
A warmth of pride erupts in your chest at the way his breathing has turned labored and his grip on you tightens. An arm snakes around your waist, the other under your head, pulling you impossibly tighter against him as he continues to desperately pound into you. The proud smirk you wore is wiped off your face when you feel one hand releases you and his hand trails down, eventually pressing a thumb your clit, rubbing small circles that make you moan and twitch beneath him.
You canât even warn him before your whole body erupts. You spill over, you lose sense of where and who you are, all the while, Adam pounds into you, strokes you inside and out. You vaguely hear a sudden crash and him mumbling, thanking god that you came before him because seconds later, heâs spilling his own cum inside you with a broken wanton groan.
Adam stills for a moment, panting as he holds you close. When he rolls off you, he keeps one arm around you, pulling you against his chest. Huh. Thatâs new.
Neither of you say anything. That was⊠different, than youâre used to with him. You furrow your brows as you think, and find yourself confused. The cogs in your head turning something terrible in your mind, questioning his intentions.
Once youâve caught your breath, you sit up, pushing away his arm as you go to find your clothes. He frowns, watching you pick your shirt up from the ground and pull it over your head. You looked guarded, like a cornered doe, like you were just waiting for the chance to sprint away.
Adam grabs his own boxers from the floor and pulls them on, quickly crossing the room to where you were. He looks down at you, and feels an odd, tightening in his chest, something heâs felt a lot since falling to hell.
He leans against the door, putting on a cocky smile.
âSoo⊠this was like a booty call, huh?â
ââŠYeah, whatever. See ya,â
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