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thetorturerwrites · 1 year

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Summ: Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

Notes: Purely self-indulgent filth. There will probably be other parts to this because I cannot get it out of my head, but I have no set time frame for it. Also, I do not apologize for the extraneous world-building in my smut. That's just how I roll... (Also also, some of this might be in response to the fact that not everything has to be squirting...)

“You should let me fuck you.”

The cavalier way he said such a bizarre thing made you short circuit. Astonished, you stopped mid-shoelace-tie and stared up at him. Adam Sackler was never one for beating around the bush, but this level of blunt was beyond comprehension - even for him.

“What?! Why?”

He grinned down at you because, with you right there on the ottoman, you sat eye level with his dick. With that cheshire grin turned on you, you unexpectedly forgot how to breathe. You’d never looked at Adam that way before, but with one question, he upended your world view. Adam was lethally beautiful, and he knew it. Shaggy black hair swept back and forth over his dark eyes to match his moods - off to the right for mischievous, low over the brow for brooding. It was easy to admit he was a looker, but you’d never considered him to be anything beyond that. A big, glaring red flag permanently hung over his head since the day he walked into your house. Now, though…

He certainly watched, and enjoyed, the struggle going on in your mind and not-so-casually slid both hands smoothly, purposefully into the pockets of those well-worn, low slung, faded blue jeans and leaned his hips forward at you. Of course you looked. Who wouldn’t? Catching yourself, you forced your eyes up to his green t-shirt, but that wasn’t much help because it fit him offensively well. Painted on would be an understatement. Adam was all wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs, and suddenly, you understood his sex appeal. Forcing your face into a placid mask, you waved him off and bent to finish tying your damn shoe. Time to get the fuck out of this room.

You forgot, however, that you’d asked him a question.

“One, you bring home shitty dudes. Two, I don’t want to date. After that last bullshit…”

The last bullshit being the most recent round of Hannah and Jessa, both idiot girls who ran roughshod over Adam and his tender heart. On more than one occasion, you’d seen fit to murder one right after the other, but nobody could tell Adam anything. He was a right pain in the ass and a whole pervert, but he was also kind and doting, a thing those two heifers took advantage of too often. He was also stubborn to a fault, and when he believed a thing, or when he wanted something, he would pursue it 100%. He’d believed in them, but even he had to admit they were trash in the end.

“... this would be the perfect solution.” You realized he’d not stopped talking while you took that mental break, and you struggled to focus. “One stop shop.”

Shoe finally situated, you stood, pretending not to be acutely aware of the way he watched you smooth the wrinkles from your plum blouse and rub the wrinkles out of the thighs of your pants. Masquerading as confident, you jabbed at the air between you.

“First? Rude.” Although, internally you admitted you brought home shitty dudes. They never seemed shitty until they walked out the door, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed. All dudes were shitty, though, weren’t they? There was no earthly reason to believe Adam was any better despite how much he believed himself superior.

“Second? Jim and Carly would shit kittens.”

Jim and Carly were your parents - his mom and your dad, specifically. They met in Tahoe on a Friday and were married by the following Sunday. Secretly, you believed Carly was in it for the money because Jim was - no two ways about it - loaded, but she genuinely seemed to love your dad. After all the heartache he’d endured, you found you couldn’t begrudge him that happiness, even if it made your teeth itch. In a blur, the Sacklers moved into Jim’s mansion on the hill, filling it with more noise than either of you could remember. With internships, college, and the damn economy, it made sense for everyone to live at home; so, you all had to learn to live together.

Well, sort of. Jim and Carly never stayed home long enough to get used to anybody, really. Jetsetters, they called themselves, which left the rest of the household free rein.

At the mention of your part-time parents, Adam took a step forward, brow piqued, lips pursed.

“You in the habit of sharing all the naughty details about your love life with dear old daddy, baby sister?”

He only called you that when he wanted to rile you up or when he wanted something - both true in this case.

“Me?” You laughed, a full-on, hold your belly laugh. “Ha! You’re not exactly shy about the vast number of “dirty sluts” (you even treated him to finger quotes) you’ve found in the area, Sackler. You don’t need to tell us anything about your love life, you shit, because everybody already knows!”

Wiping delighted tears from your eyes, you shook your head. It really was too absurd.

“No, this is… too weird, and not for nothing, it's kind of creepy. I promise you’ll find shiny new sluts to fuck just around the corner at what’s-her-face’s block party. But please, wait five minutes so I can vacate the premises before you do whatever it is you do.”

Adam loved it when you laughed. He spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make you laugh because your eyes sparkled in such a pretty way, and your face softened all over. To put it plainly, you lit up from the inside. After Hannah’s crazy and Jessa’s perpetual moodiness, he simply enjoyed watching you laugh because it was easy to get you to do it. Easygoing and whip smart, he found he enjoyed the mental sparring with you because you could keep up, and you weren’t so fucking dramatic.

That started everything.

Soon enough, he couldn’t get you - or your laugh - out of his head. Finding out about all the other faces and noises you made infected his brain. Now, when you laughed, his eyes trailed away from your face to the rest of your body because he wanted to see the effect of that laugh all over you. The bob of your breasts when he got you particularly good, the way you often held your waist and huffed at him, drawing attention to your generous hips - the details of you affected him far more than they should have and made him want to affect you just as much.

If he was completely honest, he didn’t give a single shit if Jim or Carly ever found out. He was pretty sure he still wouldn’t give a shit if your relationship was by blood rather than marriage. He was going to fuck you. It was only a matter of time.

“Those are good reasons, baby sister, but that’s not a no…”

The problem was that Adam was right.

“Hey, uh..” The shitty dude you’d escorted to your front door turned at the threshold, beet red and stammering. “I’ll call you, yeah?”

You didn’t even remember his name.

“Sure. Yeah. Whenever?”

Probably more abruptly than you should have, you shut the door in his face and then let your forehead fall against it with a loud thud. You threw your fists in the air, irritated and crabby. Meeting him was nice. The party was pleasant; the wine flowed freely. His kisses tasted like candy, and the way he nibbled your neck was delightful.

After the banter, the ride home, and the bourbon, however, Rick… Robin?... Roger? Yes, Roger was all talk and no substance. His bed-game was decidedly lacking. All he’d accomplished was a nice warm-up, whiskey dick, and no grand finale for you.

“It's. -thunk- Not. -thunk- That. -thunk- Hard!”

“Whatcha’up to, kid?”

You shrieked, jumped a foot off the floor, and spun with fists raised to knock the threat out, in theory at least.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sackler. You scared the shit out of me.”

Rubbing at your sternum to calm the racing of your heart, you slumped back against the door. You concentrated so hard on regulating your breathing that you didn’t hear him shuffle closer. Nor did you notice him leaning over you, his thick left arm braced on the door above your head, until his crooked index finger lifted your chin. Only then did the alarm bells ring because damn that was a sexy move. And Christ on a cracker he smelled good - salt from the ocean blended with caramel spice. It made your mouth water.

“Feel like now’s the time for I told you so,” he quipped, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell you what…” The arm that was overhead slithered over your torso, settling a good bit of his weight across your shoulders. “I’ll do this, and you can tell people I forced you.”

He winked, and a second later, his warm hand slid into your DIY sleep shorts. You’d worn the ugly cut-off sweatpants pair to dissuade your date from lingering. Now, you wished you’d found an actual pair of pants because the shorts only gave away how traitorous your cunt was. Skillfully, Adam’s middle finger found the groove between your tacky labia, using the residual (barely) slickness from your failed attempt at sexy times with… Rufus? Ryan? Regardless of his name, his touches were clumsy compared to this. Adam kept an even pace and the exact right amount of pressure, sliding in the perfect way to coerce more wetness from your entrance and carry it back to your swollen clit.

You croaked, straight up sounded like you swallowed a frog because as his fingers defiled you south of the border, his stare wrecked you up north. His beautiful brown eyes were whiskey warm tonight, softened at the edges but intently focused upon you. You could get drunk on those kinds of eyes. If he gazed at all his conquests like this - as though nothing else mattered - you understood the pull. It moved, his stare, from your eyes to your mouth and back. You nearly begged him to kiss you but this was already so strange, so taboo.

And yet… and yet…

He’d never been so fucking pleased to be right in his life.

All he had to do was get you there, and he’d win the argument. Roman, a guy he met on the track, was manufactured to be an idiot and would never figure out how to fuck right, even if his life hung in the balance. How he'd managed to even meet you was beyond understanding.

Adam, however, had been fucking since he was 14, and he’d long since learned all the magic buttons. It was the one good thing to have come from his years struggling with sobriety. Replacing alcohol with sex taught him a lifetime’s worth of skills. Skills he now used to pull another squeak from your pouty mouth. Each time the pad of his finger caught your hood, the reluctant peep you made shot straight to his dick. He wasn’t sure if he would manage to not fuck you tonight, but he reminded himself that he had to play the long game.

For a solid 30 seconds, he rubbed only at your clit, back and forth, back and forth. He set a very specific rhythm that had you twisting beneath him deliciously. Your yelping grew louder and louder until one in particular cracked, and that was his cue.

“Hold my shoulder.” He nudged your nose with his to get your attention and nodded when both of your hands came up to rest on his chest and biceps. “That’s it.”

He couldn’t help himself from licking at the way your mouth popped open when he slid his fingers inside of you. The way the corners turned up was too tantalizing to ignore.

Mother Mary of God… He was inside you. Granted, it was only his fingers, but they belonged to your step-brother. Your face burned, but the hundred objections your brain conjured died at the back of your tongue because fuck, they were good. Two fingers, middle and ring, had you whining like a schoolgirl as he carefully, deliberately explored you. He wasn’t awkward about it like every other dude who’d been in your pants. He didn’t stab at your cunt as though he’d miraculously grown a jackhammer for a hand.

Nope. He took his time, slow and steady. He noted the angles and ridges that made you moan. And when he found that perfect spot, the spot that made you curse far louder than you intended, he stayed right there. There was no in and out anymore, no poking or prodding. Once he found it, his touch shifted from up/down and in/out to side to side. You came unfuckingglued. All ten fingers dug into hard flesh. You all but leapt into his arms as he rubbed at your tight bundle of electric nerves from the inside. And the more you responded, the faster he went.

“There’s nobody here, kid. Let’s hear it.”

You couldn’t have swallowed the cries for every dollar your dad invested in this huge-ass house. Your hips bucked against Adam’s expert manhandling, chasing that elusive sort of orgasm you can only get from someone else. Closer and closer it crept. Tighter and tighter you wound. From you knew not where, you found your voice, though it was scratchy and broken.

“D-don’t stop un-until I sh-sh-shake.”

His dark brow lifted, but he didn’t argue. It was a thing hardly anybody knew (because hardly anybody could fucking deliver), but a great orgasm, a really fantastic one, made you shake. Not tremble. Not wiggle. A full-body, clack your teeth kind of shake. On another day, you’d have been embarrassed to tell him that, but you watched determination change his face from amused and entertained to keenly interested. His efforts inside your cunt multiplied until you went rigid. He wanted to see it, clearly, but more than that, you wanted it, salivated for it. Right here on the cusp, you didn’t care that it would happen at his hands.

With your head tipped back, eyes screwed shut, and mouth agape, that hot-wet bud of ecstasy finally bloomed, and you wailed. It was electric, shooting sparks into your fingertips, but somehow, in the very middle of it, both of your hands wrapped around his wrist on the off chance he’d stop right at the best part, which they all did, but Adam only chuckled and carried right on fucking you stupid with nothing but two fingers.

Vulgar sounds squelched out around his fingers to accompany the vulgar things he whispered in your ear. Dirty girl with your pants around your ankles. Are you always this easy? Who’s the best big brother ever? Your pussy gushed; your ears rang. You rode his fingers like a champion, reveling in the quake and the rag-doll rattling of your insides.

The whole thing was indecent, fit for film, really.

Don’t fuck this up. Don’t fuck this up. You cannot fuck her tonight. Do not fuck this up.

Long game. Long game. Long game.

You fell back against the door, wincing when he extricated his fingers. He wanted to wrap himself around you and keep pushing, but he held back. This was a delicate operation, and straying too much to either side would fuck it all up. You’d either blow up at him and feel like he actually assaulted you, or you’d never speak to him again. Neither was a winning scenario. Tamping down his near-manic need to taste you, he gently traced your lips with his gummy fingers until you opened your eyes.

“That was some show, kid.”

Confusion crinkled the corners of your eyes, and he nuzzled your chin, matching the fire in your cheek with his own. He understood. His proposal wasn’t normal, and how much you’d obviously enjoyed it probably had you all up in your feelings. Hovering his mouth above yours, so close he could feel your breath, he fought himself over whether you needed to be kissed.

But when you lifted ever so slightly onto your toes, seeking it out, he clenched his jaw hard and fought the urge to fuck you right here on the floor. Somehow, he kept his shit together, and he thought certainly he deserved a goddamn medal for valor. He pushed away and veered you towards the stairs.

“Time to go, little sister. It’s past your bedtime.”

For a week, Adam cornered you at least once a day to stuff your pussy full of his thick fingers and make you beg. After that first time, he knew exactly how to play you, and he delighted in drawing it out until you pleaded for him to make you cum. You’d mistakenly said his name during your second encounter, and now, he wouldn’t come anywhere near the things that made you shake without hearing it.

You never considered yourself the begging type, but it turns out that when someone knows precisely the way to touch you and the exact right way to make you scream as you climax, begging becomes much more palatable. It also turns out that whether Jim and Carly were home didn’t make a single bit of difference because when Adam texted you his offer from across the kitchen table, you ran after him like the house was on fire.

That’s how you wound up here, sitting on the edge of Adam’s desk, naked as the day you were born, legs spread obscenely wide and panties crammed in your mouth to keep you muffled if not quiet. With one hand deftly driving into your messy cunt and one wrapped around your hip to coax it into a rocking motion, he all but pulverized your sanity. Up was down, left was right, and “brother” was just another fucking word. As you inched higher and higher up climax mountain, you rationalized you weren’t really doing anything wrong. He’d never fucked you in any other way than this. He wasn’t a real brother, either. There was nothing wrong with a little fun, right? Sure, it was strange, but when he… fuck when he hit that spot right… right there… your brain went…

“You should let me fuck you,” he murmured against your throat, a throwback to what started all this.

It crackled in your prefrontal cortex, and you pushed at his bare chest, babbling incoherently because part of you thought it was the worst idea ever, and part of you thought it would be the best fucking thing in the history of ever. They argued with each other behind your eyes. That was too far. Wasn’t it? But it would feel so good. You couldn’t, possibly. Right? Sure, you could. Twice on Sunday, even. Surely, he had plenty of other options. Didn’t he? Who fucking cares?

“Just a little, kid. I’ve made it good for you, yeah? Just the tip.”

Your thoughts on the matter were irrelevant, it seemed, because the clink of his buckle launched you into a panic. You tried to escape his grip by leaning back, but he clenched his arm around your back, making escape impossible. Struggling to keep calm, you realized it felt ridiculous and performative to panic because you splayed across his desk like you were posing for his calendar. You gawked at him, eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite pin down because processing that your step-brother was about to put any part of his dick inside you was overwhelming. This was too much, too forbidden.

“Now, don’t look at me like that.” He rubbed soothing circles into your ribcage and stepped in. You felt the weight of a cock you’d never seen laying against your swollen pussy, eliciting a low groan. “Only for a minute. Stay right there; don’t move.”

And then, there it was. The round head of Adam’s cock slowly breached your body’s sticky barrier and scrambled your senses. Tears formed. Your chest heaved - because you wanted him to ravage you, to fuck you dumb and blind, but you just couldn’t. Right?

Maybe your inner monologue wasn’t so silent. Or maybe he read your mind. Something changed, though, from “just the tip” to an iron grip and his right hand over your gagged mouth as he snapped his hips and slid all the way home.

Adam expected you to shout, to have an outright tantrum and draw far too much attention to the situation. Instead, you shuddered against him the way you did when you came all over his fingers - not as hard but definitely unmistakable.

“That’s it. S’good cock, isn’t it? Told you you’d like it.”

Testing the waters, he withdrew about halfway and slowly pushed in again, absolutely loving the way you moaned in response. He’d nearly cum in his pants when you let him shove your panties into your mouth, and whenever he looked at you still gritting your teeth into them, his dick throbbed. With no firm objection, he unwound from his caging stance and took proper hold of your perfect, meaty ass. He scooted you closer to the edge of his desk, damn near falling off, so he could get his demanding dick inside you from tip to root right fucking now.

Adam’s cock was fat. There was no other way to describe it. He filled you up so completely you couldn’t even blink. The slide of his girth against your insides was dizzyingly good, and all you could do was cling to his shoulders.

And when he started talking? That dirty way with that sexy-ass voice?

It fucked you all the way up.

The things he said to you, too, differed from the things you’d heard him say to his hook-ups. They were filthy sluts, not even worthy to come over in the daylight, just a hole for him to get off to. You were his dirty little sister, though, weren’t you? Too cock-drunk to even say no to big brother. You loved his fat cock, didn’t you? You’d let him fuck you whenever he wanted, wouldn’t you?

You were positively, expertly, no two ways about it done for.

Like a dick-addled fool, you nodded along with all of it. You’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept packing more and more of his missile cock into your aching cunt. Maybe that’s what you wanted - to be reduced to an object, a fuckdoll sister he’d turn inside out at his whim with no recourse to say no. When that idea took hold, you vibrated against him. You generally didn’t orgasm from penetration alone, but by sheer size, Adam rubbed at every single one of your spongy triggers with each stroke. Coupled with the downright pornographic thoughts in your fucked-out head, you whined like a petulant child, overcome by the effort it took to keep quiet, to keep yourself coherent.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Your eyes flew open, tracking the voice to its owner, who leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over a very familiar broad chest. You burned from ears to toes, knowing this looked exactly like what it was, and there was no pretending it was anything else. Even worse, your deviant fantasy abruptly shifted to include these extra details - wind-faded jeans, threadbare gray cotton shirt bleached by the sun, and a brush of red across a nose and cheekbones matching those you'd looked up at for days. He was a carbon copy of the man currently demolishing your boundaries by burying himself to the hilt in your body.

Ben, Adam’s twin, the wayward son, had finally home from his camping trip to the desert.

Adam nestled his face in your neck to hide his smugness. He knew his brother would be home today, and he timed everything around the fact Ben said he’d be here early afternoon. Edging you was a cake-walk. He’d been practicing all week, and when he saw the text asking if he needed anything from their favorite pizza place, he knew how much time he had to get you right and ready so Ben would find you well and truly empty-headed and sexed out.

Ben wasn’t sold on having you. He half liked the idea, but he thought it was more trouble than it would be worth. More than once, though, Adam caught him lazily stroking himself while watching you run down the beach or sunbathe by the pool. It would only take a nudge to get his brother fully invested. Adam played the moment, and specifically you, perfectly, and holy shit if this wasn’t one for the books. You and your round eyes, searching for an explanation that would make sense of why he was balls deep in your tight cunt on a Saturday afternoon.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” he said to his brother, licking a stripe across your thundering pulse. “What do you think, bad girl, wanna show Ben how you shake?”

You sobbed. There was nothing for it because Adam’s cock never stopped. His brother’s presence in the room didn’t faze him one bit, and it took a full minute for you to realize it was some of that twin bullshit you were always on them about. Of course they’d seen each other fucking. They probably fucked lots of people together. You bristled with humiliation because it was obvious Adam set this up, but your pussy, smart bitch, clutched at his every thrust, considerably more so when he asked you such a depraved thing.

Meeker than you intended, you nodded because yes, you did, in fact, want to show Ben how you came.

Adam shifted his weight, pulling out of your sloppy cunt for only the time it took to put your feet on the floor and turn you to face Ben. He hummed as he grabbed your hips, pulled you back against his body, and let his cock find his target. Your head dropped on a moan as he filled you back up because it was even better this way. You had surer footing, could brace yourself on the desk’s corner, and didn’t have to concentrate on not falling. Using fistfuls of your hips as leverage, Adam crashed into you, sending jolts throughout your already overstimulated body. It was glorious.

And then, Ben’s boots came into your line of sight, followed swiftly by his muscular hand around your throat, silver rings cool against your heated flesh. You tracked beauty mark to beauty mark, wondering when the constellations kissed his cheeks. You should have been mortified. Ben finding you here with Adam should have struck you dead there and then, but it only emboldened you because his eyes weren’t full of judgment. He wasn’t disgusted by what he saw. His honey-gold gaze, laced with hunger, burned into you possessively. He held you by the neck, the strength of his grip waxing and waning in time to your heartbeat, while his brother plowed you from behind. When his voice wiggled its way into your ear, your knees nearly buckled. Adam’s was clear but devious, which made his filthy quips more surprising because they were hard to expect. Ben talked very little. His voice, which you didn’t truly appreciate until this moment, was rough and low, like his very voice box was calloused.

“Is this the first time he’s fucked you?”

You whimpered, eyes drifting shut until you felt a rough tap at your cheek. His face, all furrowed brows and licked lips, telegraphed that next time, he’d slap you proper. Pushing yourself to stare straight into his eyes - it was like looking into the sun - you nodded again, feeling every bit of your desire dribble down your legs because one brother was great, but two was immaculate.

“Is this the last time he’ll fuck you?”

Your guts clenched, and you reached out to stabilize yourself by laying both hands on Ben’s chest, which you already understood was only because he allowed it. Without a second thought, eager even, you shook your head. You’d reached the point where you’d let him - no them - do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted it because holy goddamn.

Adam chose this moment to increase the speed with which he fucked you into oblivion. His hips slapped against yours, hands clamping down onto your shoulders for better leverage. Your eyes crossed, and you nearly swallowed your gag. With one hand on Ben, you reached up to grip Adam’s fingers, anchoring yourself between the two of them. They were your literal rock and a hard place, and they worked in tandem to drive you thoroughly crazy. Ben’s hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your slippery clit. You howled, spine waking up to tingle and dance.

“Fuck, there it is,” Adam groaned behind you.

What else could you do but give him what he wanted?

His brother had told him about the way you shook when you orgasmed, and he really had thought nothing of it. Most people did that, didn’t they? If you did the job right, there was always a tremor in the legs, a wobble in the walk.

Ben was not prepared for the way you shook when you came.

For a second, he thought you were about to have a seizure, but he watched your face smooth out in pleasure, watched your lips turn up at the very corners, and he was flat out shocked by what he’d just witnessed.

You loved it. Loved being fucked. Loved coming so undone your mind stopped working. For him, it was the way you smiled as you came. The shaking was stunning, of course, but nobody he’d ever fucked before had goddamn smiled - beamed! - through their climax. It was truly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

And then he grinned like the devil himself because fucking hell…

“You’re fucked, little sister. You know that?”

He scooped some of your slick onto his finger and popped it in his mouth. Shit, you even tasted like candy.

“Well and truly fucked.”

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mrs-gucci · 8 months

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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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wildgirllz · 2 years

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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

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artemisthewh0re · 1 year

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Don't Go

Adam Sackler x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: piv, biting, unprotected sex, whiny men

A/N: I finally finished. I feel like my dialogue is so bad 🥹

P.s. thank you for the people who signed up for my taglist ❤️❤️

"Can I just have one more kiss?" Adam looks up at you, pathetic puppy eyes and a pouty lip accompany his question.

"Ugh," you sigh, relenting to your boyfriend's demands. His little mustache tickles your upper lip as you place another light kiss on his lips. Large arms wrap around your waist and pull you down to Adam's lap.

"Adam come on, you know I have to go." Pitiful whines come from your childish boyfriend as he keeps his hold on your waist.

"No you don't, we both know you don't want to see your parents. Just don't go." It was true, you really didn't, but not showing up would just make things more difficult with them.

"Baby, I do have to go. I promise I'll give you all the kisses and cuddles you could possibly want when I get back."

"You can be a little late though," Adam flashes his signature devilish grin at you. His hands wander across your back, pushing your bodies closer together. Little pecks are placed on your chest, going from your collarbone to your breasts.

"Baby," you groan, knowing that you're going to be trapped in his apartment for at least the next thirty minutes. You sigh and let your frame relax into Adam's touch. Your fingers wander up his neck to his short black hair, the silky strands tickle your knuckles when you push your hand through them.

The warmth of your two bodies pressed against each other only encourages you both to start undressing. Adam rips off his shirt without a second thought. He reaches to unbutton yours but you stop him before he can.

"Uh uh," you wag a finger at him. "Remember the last time I let you undo the buttons on my shirt? You popped them all off." You carefully undo one at a time as Adam pouts.

"It was an accident," he states, pulling off your bra after you removed your shirt. Your large breasts fall as they're released from their confinement. Adam holds one in his hand, rubbing the nipple with his thumb. The sensation sends heat to your core, causing a pool to form in your underwear. Your hips move mindlessly to find friction against your aching clit. Adam's crotch provides the much needed pressure. His sweatpants are tented from the grinding and his cock is begging for more attention.

"You just can't wait to have this dick, can you?" Adam says cockily. He pushes you onto the couch. His lips are immediately on your neck, his crooked teeth leave little bites on your sensitive skin.

"Don't leave any marks! I don't want my parents questioning me more than they already will," you beg, lightly smacking his shoulder. Adam only chuckles at your plea. His fingers move to your jeans, taking them off your thick thighs swiftly along with his own sweats.

His cock is flushed with pink. A large throbbing vein is visible running through it. The tip weeps precum from its slit. Adam inserts himself slowly into you, making sure you feel every inch ease in. A moan escapes your lips as he starts thrusting into you.

"Oh this pussy was ready for me huh?" Adam whispers against your temple. Your wetness coats his shaft as he goes in and out of you, leaving your entrance covered in slick.

"Oh shut up," you respond, grabbing Adam's stubbled jaw and pressing his lips against yours. He moans into the kiss. You can feel the vibrations of it move from your mouth to your throat, down to your chest. As the thrusts get harder, your head bobs up and down, hitting the armrest on the couch.

"Ouch," you laugh, rubbing the top of your head. Your braids manage to soften the blow, but it still hurts nonetheless.

"Switch?" Adam asks, partially concerned for your head, but mostly thinking about how much he loves to see you ride him. You oblige him. His back hits the couch as you slide yourself down on his dick. You both let out a moan at the feeling of him sinking into you. Adam's hands move your hips at the perfect pace, allowing your orgasm to build in your core.

"Fuck, yes!" Adam shouts. His breathing is heavy and ragged. "Just like that." You bounce up and down on Adam, the curve of his dick hitting just the perfect spot to leave you shuddering.

Adam's chest is warm against your hands. His abs tense up and his grip tightens on your hips as he gets closer to his orgasm. The way your ass slams down on his thighs, and your breasts hang over his face, hypnotize him. The face you make when your climax finally overtakes you sends Adam over the edge. He bucks his hips into you, overstimulating your sore cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Adam spills inside you. His teeth grit as you sit there quivering on his sensitive tip. Your face is dewy with sweat, and your once sophisticated makeup is left looking like you'd spent the day in a sauna.

"You look bad, kid," Adam chuckles, teasing you.

"I fucking hate you."

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pxgeturner · 8 months

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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

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roanniom · 2 years

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First Date

Adam Sackler x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, dirty talk (that’s somehow sweet?!)

I went on a date yesterday and it was fine and the guy was ok but he was awkward and it just made me think about Adam Sackler on an awkward first date.

Usually I imagine falling for him after knowing him - working with him or having mutual friends - so you already have that initial barrier broken down.

But like meeting him off of hinge?

He would be so fucking awkward. Say all the wrong things. Be super inappropriate.

And then STILL ask you to come back to his place.

You might tell him that you have no intention of having sex on the first date and he shakes his head vigorously. Says the invitation is for some other innocuous reason - come see that canoe-sized replica of a Viking ship he’s been crafting or some shit. And in spite of yourself you’re curious so you say yes and make the short walk to his place, very conscious of the fact that he keeps touching your arm any time he speaks, finding excuses to make contact with you. And it is SO obvious. So heavy handed. But somehow you’re not too bothered.

In his apartment he does show you the canoe and it does look like a mini Viking ship. He asks if it impresses you and you shrug, honest.

“But what would impress you?” He asks, hands stuffed in his pockets from where he stands, across the room from you with the 3/4 finished canoe between you.

“Impress me?” You ask, laughing at such an absurd, forward question. “It’s a date, not a cirque de solei show.”

“So contortion? Aerial acrobatics? That’s what does it for you?” Adam’s smile is lopsided and you bite your lip.

“Nothing hotter than a well executed handstand,” you joke.

Suddenly Adam is pushing his tools aside to open up space on the floor before cartwheeling into a messy handstand, his jean-clad legs flailing and bending at the knee.

“Adam!” You shriek out as he practically careens into you before righting himself. You’re laughing so hard you’re doubled over and grabs onto your shoulders to get your attention, barking out breathless laughs himself.

“So was that hot?”

“No it was a mess!” You say, shaking your head and looking up at him. He tries to grimace at the critique but his smile at your laughter wins out.

“Oh yeah? What are you a gymnast? Can you do better?”

“Yeah I can actually,” you respond, lifting your chin defiantly. “Watch this.”

You drop your bag down on the cluttered surface of a nearby table and go to find your handstand but stop short,

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“What?”

You look back at Adam over your shoulder.

“I forgot I’m wearing a skirt.”

“And?”

“And if I do a handstand it’ll fall down and expose me.”

“And that’s bad why?” The cheeky grin makes you want to slap him but there’s also something innocent about it beneath the douchey exterior. He says what he thinks unfiltered.

“Ok horn dog, if I’m going to do this then you’re going to help me,” you pivot, grabbing him by the arm to join you in the open space on the floor.

“How can I help you?” he asks, stepping into you and automatically putting his massive hands on your waist, squeezing. Your stomach swoops at the contact. It’s been a long time and a lot of bad dates, it hadn’t hit you how much you’ve been craving physical contact. But you make yourself swipe away his touch.

“You’re going to hold up my skirt when I’m upside down.”

“To protect your modesty, m’lady?” he snorts, adopting an absurd pseudo-British accent.

“Indeed. And you’ll do it good sir. If you are a gentleman,” you say over your shoulder, stepping into position and getting ready to make your headstand. He waves his hand and bows, gesturing for you to go.

When you drop into your handstand, you feel your skirt flutter around your body along with a grunted fuck and shuffle of movement before you feel the fabric bunched and Adam’s grip keeping it in place around your thighs.

“Ok fine. This is a good handstand,” he says grudgingly.

“So does it impress you?” you tease.

“Yeah. You were right. It’s really fucking hot,” he agrees and you start laughing so hard you lose your balance. Adam catches you as you start to topple over, grabbing you around the middle and flipping you upright in his arms.

“A gentleman and a hero,” you joke, looping your arms around his neck loosely.

You expect him to drop you down to your feet but he doesn’t, instead continuing to hold you aloft with ease. He takes in the sight of your body in his arms before settling his gaze on your face. At first his intense stare feels unnerving, but it gives you a chance to take in his visage. Puppy dog eyes drooping as he watches you. Patches of facial hair that you have the sudden urge to scratch your nails through. Full lips that part as his breath speeds up.

And you realize you have a choice. While a dinner, you weren’t really sure how you felt about Adam. You’d met on a dating app and decided to give him a chance with very little to go off of apart from your therapist’s enthusiastic encouragement to “take risks and meet more people.” You could still extricate yourself from his grasp, thank him for an interesting evening, and head home to a pint of ice cream and a podcast.

Or.

Or you could see what lies waiting beyond that slightly unhinged look in his eyes. Though he’s a bit inappropriate, he’s been pretty respectful. He’s intelligent, that much you’ve gleaned. He’s good looking - fuck he’s good looking. You kept missing the punch lines to his tasteless jokes during dinner because you kept zoning out imagining what it would be like to climb him like a tree. Or to have all of the hulking weight of his large body baring down on you, your back sinking into a mattress.

Ultimately, you choose the latter.

You lunge forward, pulling him to you with the arms around his neck and pressing your lips together forcefully. He’s stunned at first and for a second it is only you applying pressure. But then your back is slammed against the nearest wall and he’s matching your enthusiasm. Exceeding it.

He rearranges you in his arms so that your thighs are on either side of his body, pelvises pressed to one another. Beginning a gyrating rhythm as your body awakens to a new feeling of need.

You want him. His hands grip the globes of your ass and he sucks on your neck when you break away to gasp for air. You want this strange, tall, unreadable, awkward, sexy man. And you don’t know what this means, or what tomorrow brings, but tonight you need to find out what this is like.

“Adam,” you say, and it comes out more breathless than you intend.

“Yeah?” He asks, leaning back up.

“Will you please fuck me?”

You’re not sure how it is that you suddenly find yourself flat on your back on a bed. Maybe you were nearer to his bedroom than you’d realized, having not fully paid attention to your surroundings when he’d invited you in.

Adam nudges your thighs apart and settles his body between your open legs, pressing kisses to your throat, your collar bone.

“Are you always this polite when you wanna be railed?” He whispers in your ear. A thrill runs down your spine.

“You know what they say about catching more - oh my god.” He sucks on a particularly sensitive spot of your throat and your toes curl. “Whatever - something with honey.”

“You catch more dick with honey?” he asks, thrusting his pelvis against yours pointedly. You laugh.

“Something like that.” Your hands fist in his shirt and you pull him down to kiss you again. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan. A large hand closes over yours and pulls it between you, pressing your palm to what feels to be an impressive bulge.

“Now that you’ve caught this dick, what are you going to do with it?”

You clamp your legs around him and shove, urging him to roll onto his back which he does immediately. Once your positions are reversed you straddle his hips and lower yourself down onto said impressive bulge. Your skirt fans out around you, hiding your meeting pelvises as you roll your hips, but beneath the fabric you’re left to feel his hardening length through his jeans in nothing but your thin cotton underwear.

“Well I can do…this with it,” you say quietly, rolling your hips so that the ridge of his clothed member settles between your pussy lips through the fabric. Adam grits his teeth and grips your hips, shifting your body to encourage more movement. You laugh and swat at his hands. “You asked what I was going to do with it, not what you were going to do with it.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right,” Adam agrees, loosening his grip. As you grind against him some more his eyes search your body, as if looking for something. Then his eyes light up. “Can I - may I - play with your tits? See I can be polite, too.”

You almost snort a laugh in response but he looks so genuine and you nod. His hands slide up from your hips to your breasts, cupping them almost reverently through the thin material of your shirt. Your bra seems to be an unwanted deterrent because he yanks down on the neck of your shirt and pops your breasts out of their cups, freeing your nipples to pebble from the cool air and his attention.

“Fffuuuuck,” Adam moans and he sits upright and presses his face to the valley between your breasts, pushing them in on him from either side. He hums into your cleavage and the vibrations tickle, making you shriek out another giggle and grip at the hair on the back of his head.

He looks up from between your breasts, eyes glazed.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters and you realize you’d halted your movements with the distraction of this new stimulation. So you start grinding against him again and he gazes up at you as he takes a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other between his thumb and forefinger. You inhale sharply and your hips stutter. Adam moved to the other nipple, laving it with his tonguing before sucking it into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” you manage to grit out. Adam grins at you, straightening back up into a sitting position. His hands go back to covering your breasts, massaging them and squeezing them at intervals. You moan and arch into his touch.

“You like that?” You nod vigorously but Adam repeats the question. “You like that? You like it when I play with your tits, huh?”

“Yeah,” you manage to mumble, grinding harder against him.

He eyes you before reaching under your skirt and rooting around blindly till he finds the apex of your legs where it presses against his erection.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet. I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He’s right. You’ve soaked through your panties in the unrelenting pursuit of pressure against his denim bulge. Suddenly you feel an extra pressure. A focused pressure as he uses his finger to rub at the hood of your mound through your panties. You tilt your hips and suddenly he’s pressing just right, making contact with your aching clit through the soaked material.

“Oh god oh god oh…” you gasp as you speed up your grinding. You feel good, really good. You could come from this, with a little more time and effort. But everything is sped up exponentially when he grabs your left breast with his free hand and dips his head down to your right breast and sucks at the pillowy flesh.

“Oh fuck - god. Adam fuck,” is all you manage to get out, hands fisted in his hair and keeping his face where it is as you convulse on top of him. Your little hole constricts around nothing and you grind down against his length trying to get as much contact as possible as your body is wracked with shakes.

Adam pulls off your breast then and looks at you with a particularly proud grin.

“Did you just fucking cum?” he asks. You try to bury your head in his neck so you don’t have to answer the question. His hand pulls out from under your skirt and he grips your waist, reversing your position so that you are once again on your back.

Your chest rises and falls with your heavy breathing, shirt and bra still pulled down so that your breasts are exposed. Adam yanks you closer to him and you squeal, but the squeal turns into a moan when he pulls your legs wide open and scoots in between them. He bunches your skirt up so that it lays around your stomach, exposing your lower half to him as well.

“Holy shit baby. You always this wet when you cum or is this all just for me?”

“It’s f-for you,” you manage to mutter. You’re not well versed in dirty talk, but this man seems to love it and his words have turned you on this much this far, so it can’t hurt to participate.

Adam groans in response to your words. He slowly peels off your wet panties, tossing them over the side of the bed before clambering off.

“Could you…fuck,” he grumbles, getting distracted by the look of you spread out on the bed. He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. “Could you take that shit off?”

You look down at yourself - where all the clothing you were wearing had bunched around your middle having been either yanked down or yanked up. You pull off the shirt and bra in one movement, eager not to lose sight of the man before you for long. Not with how it feels to watch him watch you as he pulls off his own shirt - that masculine tug at the back of the collar which rips the fabric up and over his head. You’d been bracing yourself against his broad chest and abdomen while grinding on him, and you’d felt the hardness there, but you weren’t prepared for the sight of his mouthwatering muscles.

As he goes to unzip his jeans you remember you aren’t finished with your task, so you pull your skirt down over your hips, hinging so that your breast are shown to their best advantage.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes and it catches you off guard. Yeah there’s an expletive in the sentence, but he said “gorgeous” instead of hot. And you’re not sure why that sends tingles throughout your body. You finish pulling your skirt off and lean back against the bed, propping yourself up on the pillows up by the headboard. Watching as Adam eases his jeans and briefs off in one fell swoop.

He stands before you, naked. Just like you are. His cock is purpling at the tip. Large, swollen, heavy. He takes it in hand and strokes it a few times. Watching him do so from a distance makes your pussy clench. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide your body’s automatic eagerness.

“No, keep them open,” he grunts out. You hesitate, opening your legs just a little. Adam shakes his head. “No spread yourself out for me. Let me see you.”

There’s something intimate in the phrase “let me see you.” Arguably more intimate than when you’d just rutted yourself to orgasm in his clothed hard on not moments ago. You oblige him and open you legs wide, exposing the glistening slit of your pussy, dripping with cum and arousal.

“Fuck.” Adam bites down on the word and his fist moves faster on his cock. A knee sinks to the mattress and he clambers back on, crawling till he’s between your thighs, adjusting you so that your legs are wound around him.

The underside of his cock slides through your juices till his head taps your sensitive clit. You all but gasp.

“So you wanted me to fuck you?” He asks. You nod but he drops down to his forearms so he’s closer to you. He licks the shell of your ear before whispering. “I said…you wanted me to fuck you?“

“Yes, please fuck me, Adam.” It comes out as a whine but you sound stronger than you expected you would with how all of your nerves are shot from anticipation.

Adam reaches between you and presses his dick into you, not entering your hole yet but giving you something to rock up against.

“Adam…” you whine again. He sucks a mark into the side of your neck.

“You want this cock?“ his voice is a hot whisper in your ear and you grasp and every part of him you can reach, trying to pull him into you.

“Yes. I…I want this cock.” You inhale sharply when he lifts his cock and slaps it back down lightly on your clit.

“Mmm but where did little miss manners go? Isn’t it polite to say please when you ask for something?” He asks, but you can feel his muscles quivering with the effort of self control.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

You let out a frustrated huff and angle your hips to try and slip him inside you but his lifts his pelvis away, making you whine.

“Please can I have your cock?“

“There’s my sweet girl,” he says with a radiant smile. He drops his hips and again slides the underside of his cock through the length of your slit.

But still he doesn’t go inside you.

“Inside me. Adam. Please. Your cock.” You’re babbling at this point. Tears of frustration welling in the corners of your eyes.

“What was that, sweet girl?” Adam asks, mimicking confusion.

“Adam please put your cock inside me. Pleasepleaseplease - ohhhh.” Your whines stop abruptly when Adam sheathes himself inside you. He bottoms out quickly and your legs spasm before settling back down around his naked hips.

“So pretty when you beg, baby,” he practically slurs. Pussy drunk already and he hasn’t been in you a minute yet.

“Please. Please.” You want him to move already, want the delicious pressure inside you to build.

And Adam obliges. He fucks you with abandon. Lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders, effectively folding you in half to drive into you harder harder harder.

“You’re taking me so well,” Adam practically coos, pressing a sloppy kiss to your collar bone. You practically drool, incapable of responding now that you’re getting exactly what you want and oh god. You can’t believe just an hour ago you’d sat across from this man in a restaurant, unsure of how you felt about him.

Now you know how you feel. Like you’ll never get enough of the feeling of being this full. Over and over again.

“I usually - fuck. I like saying dirty shit in bed.”

“I n-noticed,” you manage to say, humor beneath your breathlessness. Adam delivers a light slap to your ass and you giggle.

“No I say worse shit. Call girls names and - fuck. I don’t know. Make up fucked up scenarios.” He’s rambling and you’re barely following, your eyes glazing and ears ringing as the pleasure builds. But then Adam pulls you up and shuffles. Suddenly he’s sitting upright with his back against the headboard and you’re sitting his lap, speared all the way on his cock. Feeling him deep deep deep and it’s got you moaning openly, pitching forward to clutch him to you through the sensation.

“But with you I just…wanna be sweet.” He says it quietly. His words don’t register. Not now that his finger has found your clit again, massaging hypnotic shapes into the aching bud.

He doesn’t rush you, doesn’t thrust up into you. With his free hand he lightly grips your chin till your eyelids open and you take him in with unfocused eyes. Adam leans in then and kisses you. A slow, deep, sensual kiss that has you rocking back and forth on his cock.

Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his cock of your own volition. Gasping and moaning as Adam’s own groans vibrate through your body.

“Adam,” you manage to cry out. It’s a warning. His eyes snap open and he looks at you urgently.

“You’re gonna cum again? You’re gonna cum, baby?”

“Yes. Gonna - ah. Cum.”

He grips your hips and guides your movement on him, helping your bodies hit harder, move deeper.

“Cum for me, sweet girl.”

You spasm on his cock, clenching and unclenching around his length while shakes wrack your body. You cry out his name along with a chorus of “please”. What you’re begging for you’re not sure. More of his cock? For him to come inside you?

You must beg for the latter because his mouth is at your ear again as you grip tightly onto him.

“You really want me to cum inside you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” you let out hoarsely.

And with that permission he’s emptying himself inside you. Filling you up even more and letting out the most devastatingly delicious moans you’ve ever heard.

~*~

Later, after he’s helped clean you up and brought you a cold Gatorade, he settles beside you on the bed and drops a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he says simply. You scrunch your nose and laugh.

“You’re thanking me for sex?”

“It’s only polite.”

~*~

After note: WOW you guys. That wasn’t even supposed to be a lil thot let alone a fic. I started writing that last night just to say I went on a mediocre date and then this happened. Sackler is written a lot softer here than I usually write him, but I guess that’s just what I need right now. Hope it works for you.

Tiny tag list: @mariesackler @paper-n-ashes @sacklerscumrag @butyoudidthis4what @jynzandtonic @millenialcatlady @maybe-your-left

#adam sackler smut #adam sackler x reader #Adam Sackler x you #Adam Sackler/reader #smut

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weareallstoriesintheend · 2 years

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The Temp (Adam Sackler x Reader)

Summary: You are the CEO of your company and your assistant recently left unexpectedly, you're desperate for a new one so the agency sends you an out of work actor. You had no idea what was coming when he walked through your office door. Words: 4,755

Warnings: Pet names, slight degradation, PIV sex, masturbation

Notes: My God she still exists. Yes, Hi, I'm still here lolol I just haven't been writing much for me lately but I got this idea so please... indulge me the length of this. I was having fun!

You rubbed your fingertips along your temples, elbows digging into the lacquered oak of your desk. This day was becoming a bit too long for your liking, hours of back-and-forth emails, phone calls and one appallingly long meeting tensed your shoulders uncomfortably. This shit shouldn’t be possible on a Saturday.

The knock at your office door almost made you swear rather loudly at whomever was occupying your time as you were trying to finish up for the day. But when you looked up you saw it was Adam leaning against the frame of your open office door, and that urge eased. He was always a welcome sight, a presence that changed the atmosphere of your office simply by walking into it.

Adam Sackler had been a very last-minute temp replacement when your new assistant had taken long-term sick. He was an… odd choice for this office, an ‘in between work’ actor with little to no experience but he was all the agency had to offer at such short notice so you’d taken him. Usually, flashy high-powered suits were all that roamed these halls and Adam had certainly been the odd one out when he’d walked in on his first day.

Currently he rolled on his heels in your doorway, dressed in dark blue jeans and a khaki-green t-shirt.

You’d spent the last three months desperately trying to get him to stick to dress-code, an impossible task it seemed. But this time the tiredness that sat heavy in your bones, and the fact you’d asked him to come in on a Saturday two weeks in a row, meant you let it slide this one time.

“You ok?” he asked.

You let out a sigh as he sauntered towards you, “Exhausted, irritated… the usual.”

Adam chuckled, it was low and deep and understanding. He was working as your temp assistant for the next year so he had to be reasonably well versed in the shit that crossed your desk on a daily basis.

In fact, he’d been the only assistant in a while that liked to know the ins and outs of what he was being asked to do. Morbid curiosity more than anything at the inner workings of a high-output, multi-million dollar firm.

“Can I take anything off your plate?” he asked and your heart soared, no one asked you that. Ever.

You shook your head, “Everything’s pretty much done for the day, just a few more emails and-“

“-Thank fuck, cause I was hoping we could… head home?” he interrupted you, a cheeky eyebrow raise clued you in on his intentions. Even his body language changed, it wasn’t subtle but it was smooth. Like a languid sexiness trailed itself through his muscles, his body being drawn towards you as if dragged by a magnetic pull.

You smiled knowingly, “Feeling neglected?”

“It’s been days, I bet that pussy is feeling neglected,” he retorted. You admonished him with a frantic noise, gesturing toward the open door in horror.

He cackled, shrugging, “Office is empty.”

“You don’t know that!” you couldn’t stay mad, even if you tried. But to appease you he made a show of turning on his heel and closing the door behind him.

The click of the lock sent a jolt of electricity through your clit. Because little did anyone out there know, you and the new temp had been fucking for weeks.

After hours, in the bathroom, in the back seat of your car… everywhere he could get his paw-like hands on you, he did.

He didn’t want the fancy dinners, the new wardrobe or the expensive watch like all the other men that wandered into your life at the first sniff of money. All Adam Sackler wanted was you, all the time and in every way he could have you.

“Look I’m almost done, just let me get these emails done and we can-“

A loud ring from the phone on your desk drew both of your attentions. You rolled your eyes and pointed to the receiver, “Or I’ll get that instead….Hello?” you said, lifting it to your ear.

There was a beat of silence, it was a client, “Oh I’m so glad you called Jamie,” you replied. Adam snorted at the lack of sincerity you hoped only he could hear.

You watched Adam out the corner of your eye as he occupied himself; pulling at the spines of the books on the shelves to get a better look, staring at the painting on the far wall, quite literally twiddling his thumbs.

As you tried to occupy your mind on the matters being discussed you had to physically force yourself to pull your eyes away from him. The way the muscles of his back rolled under the light fabric of his t-shirt made your fingers twitch and that wasn’t conducive to good business.

That was until he invaded your eyeline purposefully.

Adam sat on the edge of your desk for a few minutes, fiddling with the pens in the pot and watching you, smiling when you kept looking up to catch his eye. Then his fingertips trailed up your arm, a shiver of goosebumps trailed all the way up and climbed the column of your neck.

You brushed him off and raised a finger, a signal to wait. Your eyes raked over him, the way his hair fell in his caramel eyes or how damn broad his shoulders were. He caught you looking and smirked, pointedly looking you over as well. He bit his lip as he stared down at your tits, slightly exposed in a tastefully unbuttoned blouse.

“No,” you said, and his eyes swiftly raised to your face as if he was being told off, “No, Jamie I don’t think that’s quite right, I agree. I’ll get accounting to run those numbers again, maybe a job from last quarter slipped through the cracks.”

Adam smirked in realization, scooting forward on the desk a little.

“That’s right, I think attendance at that meeting would be advantageous regardless of what we decide to do with the Williams account.”

His fingertips returned to your arms and you mimicked your motion from earlier and he raised his hands in mocking surrender.

The wait was barely long enough for you to get a sentence out. Then his foot nestled itself on the chair between your casually outstretched thighs. There was just enough room for him to get his foot there and push your chair back a little.

You watched Adam as he dropped to his knees in the space he’d created and crawled his huge body under your desk. You smiled in confusion at his movements, biting back a giggle at the way he had to duck his head. He nestled onto his knees and looked up at you.

He adjusted the chair a little closer to him with a tug, your free hand sprung out to steady yourself against the edge of the desktop at the speed with which he pulled you. Your breath hitched when his thick fingers wound their way around your bare ankle. A quiet cough covered it.

He bent, pressing his lips up the inside of your right leg, fingers barely touching you – holding you as if you were a precious antique. It was oddly unlike him actually, usually all rough and tumble, the gentle nature of him sent a ripple up your spine.

The hand on your left leg moved up, you heard the sound of his skin against yours as he glided it up and under the hem of your skirt. His fingers massaged into your thigh as he pressed his lips into your slowly heating skin. Your toes twitched in your heels, flexing against the swells of pleasure that melted through you.

Your ears sounded like they were fizzing as your mind clouded over, desperately hanging on to the conversation at hand as Adam took his time with you.

He sucked on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, by your left knee, and you hummed a gentle moan which you skillfully turned into a, “Mmmhmm, yes absolutely.”

You pinched his forearm and his eyes lazily raised up, “What are you doing?” you mouthed silently, gesturing to the phone, “What the fuck?”

“What?” he whispered back, innocent eyes holding your gaze. His hands slid up further as his lips occupied themselves on the new slip of thigh that had been exposed by the way he pushed up your skirt.

Deft fingers hooked your underwear and tugged, the awkward motion of it made you rise a little out of your seat and Adam took that second to make swift work of pulling your underwear down your legs.

“Excuse me for just a second, would you?” you said into the receiver, voice noticeably strained. You leaned forward and practically smacked the hold button on the phone, dropping the receiver to the desk with a clunk.

You reached between your legs and grabbed a handful of Adam’s hair, pulling him up between your legs.

“Ah ah ah!” he protested in pain, you let go once you were face to face. He pouted, doing a great job at acting innocent despite the fact he clutched your lace underwear in his fist.

“Can you behave?” you scolded; you wrapped your fingers around his throat. You didn’t tighten them, just held them there and felt his quickening pulse beneath them.

“Don’t know the meaning of the word,” he laughed, tilting his chin up defiantly and you caught him squirrelling away your underwear into his back pocket.

You rolled your eyes and ushered his large body out from under your desk, “Well learn! How did you even get under there? I-“

“Cravings will make a man do dangerous things.”

“Is that so?” you laughed, watching him paw at his jeans, “I’m nearly done, I promise.”

“You better be.”

You scoffed, “Is that an order Mr. Sackler?”

There goes that smirk again, “It might be, if that’s what you’re looking for tonight?”

A tremble went through your body, you were sure your jaw went slack for a second so you flexed it to compose yourself.

“Now are you going to sit on the couch and let me finish my call in peace?” you asked, voice thick with instruction as you vied for the power once again.

Adam nodded, a combination of a smirk and a pout lining his lips as he plopped himself onto the green velvet couch. You turned away from him a little as you picked up the receiver and clicked off the blinking red light.

“I’m sorry about that Jamie, where were we?”

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Adam was a wriggler, could barely sit till for three minutes let alone the ten that you kept him waiting for. You could hear the rustle of clothes and the tapping and shuffling of him writhing around like a child behind you. After a while curiosity got the better of you and you spun your chair to face him.

You viewed him with an intrigued expression as soon as you laid eyes on him, all shifty as mischief coloured every inch of him. You raised an eyebrow to show him you’d picked up on the something up his sleeve, humming into the receiver distractedly to indicate you were still listening.

Adam grinned, scooting his legs up and thrusting his hips just a touch to get comfortable. Your eyes were drawn to the newly emerging bulge there, you swallowed thickly before letting your eyes drift back up to his face. His cunning grin made your body confused, you didn’t know whether to be frustrated at his lack of respect or turned on at what he did next.

His hand slid down his torso as he took his eyes off you and focused on himself. His palm rubbed purposefully over his cock for a moment before he yanked his t-shirt off over his head.

When Adam looked back up, he could see your darkened expression and the way a pink blush tipped the apples of your cheeks. His eyes widened with lust; head tiled teasingly as he stood.

Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone was still speaking but it was like he was underwater to you as you watched Adam unbutton his jeans. He let them drop to the floor, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers he bent to pull them down. You watched him kick them free of his ankles and under the little coffee table, then he looked back up at you with a widening smile.

“Oops,” he mouthed silently with a pointed shrug. It was then you noticed the way your fist had gripped a handful of your skirt, knuckles white against the effort. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you still there?” Jamie’s voice on the end of the phone called out, followed by your name.

You coughed inelegantly, “Yes of course, sorry.”

Shaking your head at Adam you stood up, a warning. Your ability to focus was slipping with every next action he took. Whilst holding your eye contact his oversized hand gripped his oversized cock and your brain short circuited.

You weren’t even sure what Jamie had been saying for the last few minutes. You watched intently as Adam bent down to the sofa behind him and picked up something – your underwear.

As he brought your underwear to his nose, cock still in-hand, and inhaled you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Look… the phone line here is a little off today, keeps ummm breaking up. Can I call you back Monday? Hopefully I can get my guys to sort something for you for Wednesday but let me confirm that next week. 10am sound g-good?” you continued, clearing your throat to let the smooth professionalism shine through.

Jamie agreed and you managed to quickly, and politely, end the call. Sliding the receiver back onto the phone stand you leant forward on your hands, flat palms against the desk.

“What about that was behaving?”

“I-I’m sorry,” he laughed, hand still lazily stroking his cock. You crossed the room in as few steps as you could and just as he was raising your underwear back to his face you snatched them from him. Throwing them to the side they skirted to a stop on your desk.

As you turned back, he didn’t give you a second to breathe let alone speak before he was on you. His lips captured yours in an almost painful embrace, hungry and desperate. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of your blouse as you explored his chest and back. The feeling of him was intoxicating, you’d known you’d be lost to it from the first moment you’d experienced it.

Tension like no other. That’s what he gave you. Tension that made your cunt quiver from one look across a crowded meeting room. You’d never met another person that drew you in like he did, addicted you to his very presence from the first moment he could.

He was something different. You’d never quite experienced anyone like him.

Attraction to him was innate, primal. But it wasn’t instant, it had wriggled its way in slowly by bypassing every wall you put up against it.

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About a month ago you’d decided to redesign your office, nothing much just moving some things around and adding a few bits. You spent more time here than at home so why not make it a little more homely. You asked Adam to book you some guys to come and help move the bigger furniture around, and also, you’d asked him to source you a coffee table for the middle of the room.

Something nice, oak and sturdy – hopefully something that would last longer than you did in this office.

“A coffee table you can beat to retirement, got it,” he’d said, licking the end of his pencil before he started writing.

He told you he’d booked everything and then when the workers were scheduled to show up, one Saturday morning that you’d dragged yourself into the office to supervise, there he was. A loose vest hung from his shoulders and cargo shorts swung low on his hips.

You’d given him an expression of ‘what the fuck’ before he’d explained that he didn’t see any sense in hiring people to do it when he was right here. And so, he’d set to work that morning.

And as you watched the bulge of his biceps and the sweat trickling down the back of his neck in the summer heat, your cunt had reminded you that no wall, mental or otherwise, could stand in the way of that man.

Then came the kicker, the one that set your heart on fire instead of just your cunt. He produced a coffee table, it was nice! Really nice, exactly what you’d had in mind actually.

“Where did you get it?” you asked, watching him haul it in with it raised above his head before he placed it for your viewing.

“I made it,” he huffed breathlessly as he adjusted it. Your jaw had dropped, “You what?”

He stood up at full height to look at you, rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead to move hair from his eyes, “I made it, you like it?”

It had been a long time since anyone, especially a man, had made you speechless. So, you just nodded, blinking back tears as he turned away from you.

‘It was just a coffee table’ you’d thought to yourself as you tried to get it together. But that mundane coffee table had been the start of something out of this world.

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Now he cupped your face, you standing on your tiptoes as he arched his back over you. Your blouse made its way to the floor, followed by your bra. Standing back, he took pride in cupping your tits, thumbing over your nipples as they peaked.

Next your skirt was wiggled off your hips and you stood out of your heels, kicking them unceremoniously behind you.

This was not the first time you’d both been naked in your office but something about the thick, weighted atmosphere made it feel like you were glowing. Throbbing with need.

Adam grabbed you in one swift motion, spinning you so that you landed with a soft noise onto your knees on the couch. You felt the cushions move beneath you as he clambered into the remaining space. His hand slowly slid down your back, feeling the curve of your spine before landing a hard smack on your ass.

Your yelp echoed around the room and you cringed, God, you really hoped everyone had gone home.

He did it again, a satisfied groan rumbling from his chest, you squirmed as he gently lay his hand over where your skin had stained pink.

“What is it?” he asked, you whined in response and he laughed, “Would you prefer it if it was your cunt?”

You gasped, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I know you like that too,” he added smugly, hand sliding between your legs. Instinctively your legs parted a little, shuffling your knees further apart as you leant over the arm of the couch.

“Fuuuuck,” he growled as his fingers explored the pooling wetness he found, the awkward angle meant he could only give you a light smack but he did give you one. Several actually. Several smacks to your cunt in quick succession, the wet sound of his hand against your skin making your cheeks burn red.

“Please?” you whimpered, fingers clutching the hard arm of the couch. Your entire body canted forward as he landed more smacks to your aching cunt, your clit throbbed painfully at the dull stimulation of them.

He laughed, sarcastically because he knew you loved that shit, “Please what?”

You were dumbstruck into silence, only able to concentrate on the feeling of his fingertips gripping your hips. You fluttered your eyes open and looked up in front of you; in the most mocking way possible, as you could feel your jaw slackening and your mind losing itself to everything tangible but him, the thing that greeted your eyes first was your PhD certificate hanging up on the wall.

This man was going to fuck you dumb in front of the highest academic achievement you had, how poetic.

“You know what to call me,” he encouraged, his hand smacked down onto your ass cheek once again making your whole-body jolt.

“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled, you could feel the power willingly leaving your body. Sometimes you two really played, switching between your power and his. Your hand around his throat as he begged with a grin on his face or… like this. Where you surrendered the ache of your bones over to the touch of his magic hands.

His touch was an ointment for any ill, the ailments of a work day healing in the embrace of his arms.

“You know I love that Daddy shit, come on.”

The way his tone dripped with teasing made your body shudder, “Please Daddy?” you simpered.

The growl that greeted your words was reward enough but then you felt his cock slide between your folds, thick tip beginning to stretch you open. Your torso sank over the arm of the couch more, muscles melting under the feeling of his cock pressing along the walls of your cunt, your hands scrambling to steady yourself.

His body leaned over yours, pressing hot skin against hot skin, his hand wound its way around your neck and he pulled you up a little, “Don’t worry, I gotcha.”

The whimper you released earned you a chuckle, a harsh snap of his hips making you cry out, “Y-you sure there’s no one here?”

“Cleared the whole floor before I even came in here, actually told a couple people they could go home early…. Whoops,” he laughed before bending his lips to your ear, “So you can make as much pathetic noise as you want too.”

He snapped his hips again and the echo of your skin smacking against his competed for the loudest noise against the guttural cry you let fall between your lips.

“Thaaaats it,” he urged between gritted teeth, deep thrusts of his hips pulling desperate sound after desperate sound out of you.

Your nails scratch against the fabric of the couch, in any other circumstance the feeling and sound would have set your teeth on edge but right now it was the only thing grounding you in reality. His hands caressed your body, the curve of your waist down to the swell of your hips – you loved the calloused feel of his palms. Palms that showed his passions, his hard work. They were such a contrast to your manicured, highly moistured ones.

The caresses turned to grabs as he pulled you open to get a better look at the way your cunt swallowed him, “Fuck, yes. Look at that pretty fuckin’ pussy, swallowing me fuckin’ whole.”

With nothing in you but surrender your body jolted and jerked with each thrust, his speed increased and your mouth opened but no sound came out.

Reduced to a slack jaw and an almost silent whine you just let him move you, “You act all tough and superior out there, making everyone practically fu-ucking tremble with fear, but in here you are just my little whore.”

You nodded, screwing your eyes closed. The stretch of him was always too much, your body reminded you of that in the days following anytime with Adam. Like he imprinted your body with his cock, his mark was the ache between your thighs and the sting of your skin.

“Say it, go on little whore, tell me who you belong to?”

“Y-you,” you stuttered, the degradation was new. He knew it wasn’t really your thing but he also knew how far he could push you; he would stop if you asked. That remembrance of trust made a new wash of lust swim through your veins.

“Whose?” he taunted through gritted teeth.

“Yours Daddy! I’m Daddys whore,” you sobbed.

Your words earned you a triumphant laugh, “Good girl,” Adam groaned.

The arm of the couch pressed harshly into your chest; pain ricocheted off your bones but you leant even further into them. Body giving out as it visibly shook, edging closer and closer towards your orgasm. You pressed your face against the back of your hand, pushing your hips back into him as your body moved lower.

Your climax creeped up your spine and swarmed your stomach in an ever-tightening whirlpool, you feared he wouldn’t let you cum. This mood he was in felt dangerous to the bliss of your release.

However, the way his thrusts snapped at a stuttered speed told you he was close too, something you could use to your advantage.

“Please can I cum?” you asked, words a little muffled by the squish of your cheek against your hand. It was desperate, pathetic really, the way you sounded. But the feral grunts that Adam let out, the way his fingernails dug into your skin, made the embarrassment worth it.

He bent over your body, heat almost suffocating you, “Cum,” he said plainly, voice low in your ear.

Convulsion overtook your body, pleasure rattled you from your very core outwards. But he held you steady, kept momentum to fuck you through your waves of mindless orgasm.

Once he felt your body relax, he picked up pace again. Your hands clung on for dear life as you tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted, frantic ruts of his hips creating the obscenest noise to background his unabashed sounds.

“Are you going to cum Daddy?” you taunted, still a little breathless. You turned as much as you could, looking over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the way his face screwed up with pleasure.

“Fuuuck yes, where do you want it my little whore?”

“Inside, Daddy,” you replied, simperingly sweet for him. Thankfully you’d chosen that moment to look back at his face because you saw the way his eyes rolled back in his head.

Frantic thrusts caused you to bite back a scream and then suddenly he pushed himself impossibly deeper, a low graveled groan accompanying it. You felt the way he pushed his cock in, pushing ropes of cum deep into your spasming pussy.

Your body vibrated as he pulled out of you slowly, you felt the drip of his cum seep out of your aching hole and you hummed in satisfaction.

You heard him drop onto the couch and you followed suit, trying not to think about the fact that this couch would need deep-cleaning as you felt the wet patch start to seep into the fabric under your thighs.

“You’re perfect,” he huffed, kissing the top of your head hard.

You tutted, “Stop that.”

“Nu-uh!” he protested, hooking a finger under your chin so you’d turn to look at him. When you did you saw his serious face, the one that happened every so often when his playful general sarcasm molded into something genuine.

“I mean it,” he continued, “You’re damn fucking perfect woman!”

You sighed happily, curling into his chest, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

After a beat of comfortable silence he said, “So… are you finally going to let this ‘not so bad’ guy take you out for dinner?”

“I’ve told you Adam, you don’t need to buy me dinner.”

“I want too,” he retorted, fingers trailing gently up and down your back, “Please?”

You sighed; he’d been asking for a while. At first you thought it was just to be polite but the more he asked the more it felt real. But the guilt of asking someone to spend money on you when your bank account practically quadrupled theirs ate at you.

But he asked so sweetly and the way his fingers soothed you made your eyelashes flutter with sleep, lowering your guard, “Okay, one dinner.”

“Fuck yeah!” he celebrated, making you giggle, before pulling you closer. Gathering your legs up and across his lap so he could cradle you into his body, he’d never done that before. It made your heart skip a beat in a way it hadn’t done for a long time. The warmth of his embrace felt safe, a feeling that was largely alien to you since you were a child.

Adam Sackler really was a wonder. An enigmatic wonder.

An enigmatic wonder that was slowly turning from an office fling into something else entirely.

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