𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡︎
Adam comes back... And he's very pleased to see just how much you missed him.
tags: angst, gn!reader, afab!reader, dom!Adam, inappropriate use of guitar, mean!Adam, he's an asshole i'm sorry, voyeur!Adam, guided masturbation, dry humping, slight themes of grief, Adam is a sick n twisted man okay???
wordcount: 1.2K
NSFW, 18+ ♡︎
You missed your boyfriend more than you should have.
Could you even call him your boyfriend? More like a situationship. Or a hookup. No, hookups were occasional... Adam kept going back on his so-called 'one chance' rule, always coming back, somehow ending up in your bed, and a few of his feathers found in your sheets when you would wash them in the following days. His scent lingered as well, a potent musk of mahogany wood, cinnamon bark, and dried vanilla bean. A man with that face of his smelled way better than he should have.
Adam had you fucking hooked. Then he decided to go and die on you! Knowing Adam, he was impulsive and stupid, but this? It was a wholly unexpected. Even Lute hadn't been expecting it, and she was Adam's right hand. She had been bitter to you recently. You couldn't figure out why though...
You had a key to Adam's office. You knew Lute had broken a lot of things in there after her breakdown. For some reason, you were genuinely concerned about Lute. Grief was the monster that was clearly destroying her, and restricting her abilities to serve under Abel, the new leader of The Exorcist Army.
The door opened a little too easily to Adam's office. Fuck, it hadn't changed aside from the shattered records, glass, and torn curtains that were in the room. You swore you could still smell the faintest bit of Adam's fresh robe and a Coca-Cola soda somewhere on his desk. Just the mere smell made you close your eyes and think of him. You missed every bit and piece of him. All from his stupid grin that he'd show when rage baiting you, to his deep, husky growls whenever he'd pound your-
No. No, no, no. This was not the time nor place.
"Wow. Missing me that much, hm?"
Your head perked up at that all-too familiar sound. You saw Adam's ghost. Was it even his ghost? Or were you just going insane? "Adam?" The voice that came out was a stranger to you. It was choked, desperate. The same voice that you'd hear whenever Adam was plowing your fucking guts inside and out. The ghost merely smirked and floated closer, only to go right through you, making a startled squeak leave you. "Me? Nah. Sorry sweetheart, but I'm just a part of your imagination. Going that crazy over me, hm?" He cooed. Fuck, he hadn't changed... A sick part of your brain wanted to believe that this was Adam. But it wasn't. Adam was dead. Adam was gone...
Your swallow was hard enough to hurt, fresh moisture filling your soft eyes and coating your lashes. "I... But..." You were cut off by him again. His stupid, mocking voice, the one that was somehow turning you on even though you were about to cry. "Missed me enough to use the spare key I gave you?" Even though you couldn't feel him, he was right next to you, the horns of his mask phasing right through your hair. You could only nod, remaining quiet. "I love that. Y'know, Lute was a real menace in here. She broke all my records 'n shit.. Even my fucking limited edition 25th Anniversary Queen Record-WOAH! She even broke my goddamn guitar?! What the fuck!"
Adam could throw a temper tantrum later. Your eyes were dragging over the broken guitar, specifically the girthy handle. The strings had all broke and were torn off. You shakily dropped to your knees and picked up the handle. It was smooth, had a few ridges from the golden knobs, and the shimmer on it was undeniably gorgeous.
He smirked when he saw the familiar flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes grew slightly dazed, and how your lips starting to tremble on their own. "You missed me." His voice was a sickly-sweet coo that left your thighs squishing together, making you whimper weakly, "... I did." You admitted, swallowing again. The wetness in your eyes had traveled down to the folds between your thighs, your walls involuntarily clenching. "Well? I didn't come back to watch you cry," Adam sneered, his form floating over to the nearby desk, lounging over it like a tomcat. He smirked as he purred, "Go on. Give me something that'll make me wanna come back again."
The gasp that left your lungs was hard enough to make any remaining moisture leave in the process. You nodded rapidly, wanting to do anything to appease this vision in your frontal lobe, one that you prayed would come back. You didn't even care anymore if you were sick. You just wanted Adam back.
Your hands shook as you slowly lifted up your angelic robe. You saw Adam lick his lips beneath his mask. You tried to slide your hand down into your underwear only for him to click his tongue in disapproval. "Nuh uh, babe. Use that." His finger pointed to the guitar. He saw your expression, scoffed, and said, "What? Did you think I was gonna let you use some vanilla ass bullshit like your fingers? That's adorable, but I wanna see some excitement." Adam said with a cruel grin. "C'mon baby. Don't get all shy 'n shit on me... Press that pretty little pussy against my guitar. Go on, I know you wanna. You wanna feel my fuckin' guitar rub that clit, don't you? Makes it even better knowing my hands were on it, doesn't it?"
It sure as hell made it better.
You didn't even care if you were hallucinating, sitting here in your dead lover's office, moaning as your robe was hitched up, swollen, puffy folds rubbing over the knobs of Adam's guitar. One of the golden knobs caught your clit and momentarily made you shudder in pure bliss. It might've not been the most comfortable thing to hump, but fuck, Adam had touched it... You swore you could still see the slight sweat and dirt imprints from where Adam's hand had gripped the metallic material too tight during performances. You were close. Oh, so close. Your poor pussy was aching from the cold metal, but the wetness gushing past your vibrating walls made up for it. "Yeaaahhh... That's it, sweetheart. Fuckin' rub that clit on my guitar," Adam's voice made your eyes weakly follow up to where he was, his robe pulled up as well, revealing that fat, leaking dick you missed more than anything. You moaned, your head hanging low, your humping growing feverish and near animalistic.
You were gonna cum. Adam's scent, his stupid voice, his grin, that fat cock... You couldn't stop it. You missed him. You missed this.
Your orgasm was explosive. You choked on your own breath, tears welling up in your eyes, shaking like a leaf as your cunt squeezed and covered the guitar handle in your release. You took a few moments to catch your breath, the shaking in your thighs only subsiding when you managed to close them and fall to the side, sliding off of the guitar.
Looking up to see Adam once more, he was gone. So, he was in your head after all, and that was enough to make you want to do it again, again, again, and again...
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