Jealous Adam Smut (Part 1)

"Who were you with just now?"

You peer up from having just taken off your shoes next to the front entrance of your apartment and find Adam standing there in all his cranky 6'4 glory.

God, he just materializes out of nowhere, doesn't he?

Which is impressive considering how much space he eats up.

Also kind of annoying when you never even invited him over in the first place.

Speaking of which…

You glance over Adam's shoulder and find your security system that you just bought yesterday already dismantled. It's sitting on your cheap coffee table lying gutted with red and white wires spilling out.

Dammit.

Not another one.

Irritated, you look back towards the trespasser with narrowed eyes.

You: I wanted to hang out with a friend, so I did. What's it to you?

You say and try brushing past him to inspect your poor little deconstructed security system when his hand darts out, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you in close.

You: Adam, what-?

You gasp as your caught arm is suddenly lifted above your head and he backs you against the wall.

You're pinned like a butterfly in a display case.

When you look up, you can see fire blazing behind his dark eyes; angry and all consuming with something quaking just beneath the surface, ready to come erupting out like an active volcano.

Adam: So you flirt and let your friends wrap their arm around your waist?

You: They weren't flirting, they were just-

Adam: Just what?

He steps in closer so that you're chest to chest. He blocks everything out, even the light.

Adam: I heard everything.

His eyes dip down to your outfit which was carefully coordinated for today. He traces over each wrinkle and fold without even touching you with a finger and yet it feels far more intimate than it has any right to.

Then he drags his eyes back up and your left trembling for all the wrong reasons.

Adam: "Is this all for me?"

Your mouth goes slack-jaw. How did he-?

Wait.

You: You were following us?

Adam: And if I was?

This little-

You twist your arm out of his grasp and try pushing him away but he's built like a freaking brick wall. He doesn't even budge a centimeter.

You have half the mind to knee him in the crotch.

You: Why are you acting like a jaded boyfriend? And a really shitty toxic one at that? How I spend time with my friends is none of your damn business.

Adam: Funny you mention that. What's their last name then?

You: How is that-?

He lowers his head even closer to yours and the dark purple tips of his hair tickle your cheek.

Adam: Answer the question.

You don't answer the question, because you can't and you both know it.

The reality is…

You went on a blind date.

And a really shitty one at that which is why you don't want to deal with Adam and his weird mood swings right now.

Because why does he care so much? It's not like he…

Then it clicks.

You stare up at him, taking in his clenched jaw and stiffened body, poised like he's ready to rip someone's throat out.

You: Oh, this is rich.

Adam frowns.

Adam: What is?

You smirk and cross your arms over your chest, cocking your head to the side as you look him up and down.

You: You're jealous.

Adam says nothing and you bark out a laugh.

You: You're not even gonna deny it? You really-

Then his face comes so close that there's only a hair's breadth of space between your parted lips and his. It effectively cuts you off.

For a moment the sound of your shared breaths fills the room.

Every nerve ending feels like it's standing on end and each subtle shift of his body makes you aware of how close you are.

When Adam speaks you almost jump with a start.

Adam: Yeah…

Adam: I'm really…really…

Adam: really fucking jealous right now.

Then he takes your hand and spreads your fingers wide, rubbing a thumb over each one of them as he continues.

Adam: When I saw him touching you- holding your hand, grabbing you by the waist, caressing your shoulder- you can't imagine how many times I imagined severing off each one of his fingers.

Adam: When I thought about how I'd go about doing it, I'd start from here…

He rubs your pinky and you shiver.

Adam: And work towards here.

His thumb traces all the way over to yours before resuming the slow sensual circles he was drawing on your hands before.

Adam: I could still do it too. Find him when he's asleep in his bed, drag him out into a secluded area and none would be the wiser until morning.

Adam: But right now…more than anything-

Adam's breathing goes ragged as his hands move towards your waist where he touched you and gives your hips a squeeze.

Adam: I want to eradicate each and any trace of him off your body. Right until there's nothing left. It's the only thing stopping me.

Adam: I don't care how you do it. I just want him off.

You: You're insane…

It comes out as a whisper.

But what's worse?

For all his threats to this strange man he doesn't even know…

You're extremely turned on right now.

What does that say about your moral compass? Not good things, probably.

But with his body pressed up against yours and his voice dipping and getting lower and lower with each threat…

You're unable to deny the fact that you want him.

And that you want him now.

Adam reads your signal loud and clear as you urge him closer.