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More note: [ * ] in front of a title means that story is smut or almost smut, but I count it as smut anyway 💁🏻‍♀️

When he asks for a new book . .

You planned to visit the town in the morning and buy many stuff. When you finished dressing up, you walked out of the room and saw something surprising. Twenty or thirty vases decorated with wild flowers placed around the house! And the tall figure, Adam, stood quietly in the corner of the living room.

"Good morning," he greeted, fidgeting at his own hands. "You look so beautiful."

"Thank you!" you chirped, approaching him. "And you've done such a great job. This room looks so lovely because of these flowers."

He nodded, looking down at his hands. You noticed that he seemed to have something in mind.

"Adam?" you asked, touching his arm. "You know you can tell me anything."

He looked up at you again, hesitating for a moment. Then, he asked: "Could you… buy me a book?"

"Of course," you replied immediately, "I plan to buy you a lot of books."

"A lot of books?" he mused, eyes widening with excitement. He was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. "Really?"

"Really," you assured. "Wait, did you bring these flowers to this room for this specific request?"

Adam smiled, nodding. "I think I should do something nice for you."

"You already have done many nice things for me," you said, cupping his cheeks. "You take care of my sheep, my farm, and you also help me bake bread! You're a hardworking man, Adam. I'll bring you more books, I promise."

His chuckle filled the air as he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you up, and twirled you around the room. Seriously, he didn't have to do anything. If he wanted the stars, you'd bring them to him anyway.

* When he begs for your touch . .

"Please," Adam said, kneeling on the floor and resting his stitched face on your lap. "Please…"

You were taken aback by his action, because he had never shown you how desperate he was. Moreover, you had no idea what he was begging for. "Wait, Adam. Please what?"

He looked up at you, eyes gleaming with tears. "I… I want you."

"Oh, Adam," you began, "are you talking about making love?"

He nodded fervently, hands gripping your clothes as though he were ready to tear it apart when you allowed him to.

"We just did that in the morning," you argued. And Adam shook his head.

"It has been a long time," he said, hands finding their way to sneak under your skirt. He spread your thighs, fingers fumbling around your lingerie. You knew he was so eager lately, especially when he knew he could fuck you anywhere in the house or in the forest. "I want you again…"

Would you let him get what he craved for?

When he cooks for you . .

"For you," Adam said, motioning to a bowl of stew with a smile. That was why he suggested that you should spend time outside the house, touching some grass with a flock of sheep.

Sitting on a wooden chair, holding a spoon, you asked: "You cooked?"

"I cooked."

You couldn't help but smile at a hearty meal Adam prepared for you. The smell was inviting, and the colors were just right! You thought Adam could be a cook for your farmhouse.

But when you tasted a spoonful of stew, your face went red. Your eyes immediately shut, while your hand dropped a spoon on the table.

"I-Is it bad?" Adam asked, sitting next to you.

"No, no," you abruptly explained after swallowing stew down your throat. "It's really good. Really, really good. Just… hot. I'm just stupid."

Adam nodded, holding a spoon you just dropped. Blowing on hot stew, he fed you himself.

It was still hot but better. You tasted how delicious Adam's cook was. Chewing on a small piece of meat, you remarked: "So delicious, Adam. So delicious."

He smiled, his pale cheeks flushing. He kissed your temple gently, then continued feeding you.

When he dances with you . .

Adam learned how to dance from you, although you weren't a true gentlewoman yourself and his long limbs made you wonder how this lesson would end. However, this learner understood and remembered every movement very quickly. You couldn't help but clap your hands after the music from the gramophone ended.

"Awesome, Adam!" you chirped as he bowed his head and stretched his tall frame again. His shy smile always made you want to pour kisses around his face. "You'll make women yearn for you after they dance with you."

His smile dropped, and then he shook his head. "No, I won't dance with other women."

"Why not?"

"I only want to dance with you," Adam admitted, reaching for your hand and pulling you closer to him. His innocence and sincerity always made your heart flutter, wondering why you were so lucky to be with him. "Shall we dance once again?"

You blushed, nodding. But when you turned around and reached for the gramophone, he brought your hand back to him.

You two danced without music, only closeness and soft heartbeat singing a love song.

* When he eats your pussy . .

It should be a cozy picnic, having sandwiches and grape juice under the tree, but somehow you both ended up kissing each other senselessly.

Your skirt bunched up, lingerie pushed aside, as Adam's hands gripped your thighs, letting your pussy face the afternoon light. Your hand held Adam's long hair, eyes looking at him. When this creature knew how to use his tongue, he had never stopped working on it.

"Adam…" you gasped when his tongue lapped your clit, your heart pounding like the first time he ate your cunt. "You like eating me out, huh?"

He hummed, his lips nipping at your flesh gently.

But that was just a simple tease to prepare you for his hunger. The second he began sucking your pussy, you needed to hold his hair tighter to anchor yourself. "Oh—"

That filthy noise escaped his mouth, that rough tongue delving deeper into your pussy. His fingers spread your slits as he sucked every drop of your wetness. You shivered, bucking up your hips to meet his eager mouth.

How could he behave like this when he just ate many pieces of sandwiches? What a greedy, naughty creature.

When he fears that you may leave him . .

You returned home late, because the weather wasn't on your side. Opening the door, you saw the golden light from the fireplace, and the absence of your favorite creature.

"Adam?" you shouted, closing the door. The rainstorm came back, and that made you shiver. "I'm home, Adam—"

"You're cold," he said from somewhere in the house. You looked around and found that he sat behind the couch, wrapping his arms around his knees.

"Adam, why are you sitting here?"

"I thought you left me," he said, resting his face on his arms. "I thought you wouldn't come back."

"Oh, sweetheart, I must come back," you reassured, quickly kneeling down next to him. Your cold hands touched his broad shoulders. "I'll always come back here."

Adam looked up at you, his eyes blinking. He was a tall man, but you knew he had such a tender heart. "Promise?"

You nodded, kissing his forehead. "I promise. You're my home. You're the only one that makes me feel safe."

Without a word, Adam wrapped his arms around your waist, your soaked clothes pressed against his chest. "Let me warm you up."

You agreed with his offer, kissing his forehead one more time.

When he goes to the town . .

Adam had thought this idea was bad, but he had always desired to see how people lived, how people bought and sold vegetables and meat, how people communicated with each other. Now, you became his guide, leading him to the square where the market and music were.

He tried to cover his face, hiding all stitches and his own figure in his black cloak. However, people here were already familiar with lost and injured soldiers from everywhere around the world, so they weren't surprised by seeing Adam's mysterious presence. But Adam became the person who was surprised by their kindness, because from where he came, people mistreated him and judged him from his difference.

"You'll be fine," you reassured, holding Adam's hand all the time. You could tell he was restless from how tight his grip was, so you covered his hand with your free one. "Take a deep breath."

The Creature did what you instructed him to, eyes observing every life that walked past him. A moment later, you found his grip on your hand loosened, which made all tension on your shoulders vanish.

"See? Normal people will focus on their lives and treat others with friendliness," you explained, patting the back of his hand. "Oh, buy some pastries, shall we?"

Adam learned how to buy stuff. He even greeted a cat in the fabric store, and that cat seemed to like him. He also stood before the wish fountain in the middle of the town, tossing a coin and making a wish.

"I wish…"

"Shh," you shushed with a wink. "Keep it in your mind, so it'll come true."

Adam nodded, smiling sheepishly.

Until you two stood in front of the book store, you noticed how big his eyes widened. What a pure and beautiful creature. You chuckled, then asked: "Want to buy some more books, Adam?"

He looked down at you, fidgeting at his own clothes, before nodding.

You two walked into the book store, and you found out that you spent a lot of money on ten thick books. Walking out of the store, holding a stack of books against his chest, he nudged your arm with his elbow. "May I tell you a wish I've made in case it already comes true?"

"Sure," you replied, raising your brow.

"I wish you'd buy me a lot of books."

You were speechless, opening your mouth and shutting it aimlessly. Adam was a smart creature, and you knew it.

He knew what he wanted.

* When he hears your moans . .

Adam was a quick learner. He knew sometimes he should let you be alone, especially when you took a shower and got dressed. You also did it as well, letting him have his own private time.

"Adam… I want you…"

But today, something changed when he heard you moans escaping from your bedroom.

He stopped washing dishes and stepped into the hallway, approaching your door. Your moans were louder… Breathless and shaking. He didn't know why you kept doing a strange noise in the evening, and curiosity urged him to search for the truth.

Adam pushed your door open as you lay on the bed, your fingers thrusting your cunt. "Adam—?!" You quickly pushed your skirt down, covering your soaked part.

He didn't understand what you were doing. It wasn't like eating or drinking or sleeping. "What are you doing?" he asked, feeling tight around his bulge.

You tried to take a deep breath as shame consumed you. "Uh… it's for reducing stress."

"Are you stressed?" He tilted his head.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to think of the right word to explain this embarrassing situation. "Uh, you don't have to be stressed before pleasuring yourself."

"Oh…" He hummed, eyes dropping to your lap. "May I help you?"

You shivered, your cunt clenching. Would Adam want to learn a new thing today? "Yes, you may…"

Adam nodded, stepping into your room and shutting the door. It was such a dream come true when you finally had his cock against your tight little pussy.

"That's right. You're such a good boy," you cooed, letting him stroke your slits with his hard cock. He was all shy and blushing, making you spill more wetness. "You may thrust the tip inside me… Yes… Good boy."

Adam moaned, his hands gripping your thighs harder. You were so tight, and he wondered if he was doing it right. He just wanted to pleasure you. He just wanted to help you reduce stress.

And why did his cock spill some wetness inside you the moment he sank deeper? Did he make a mess?

Maybe you could teach him a new lesson.

When he improves his piano skills . . [ An alternative universe where Victor gives the Creature a life he deserves. ]

Your fiancé, Adam Frankenstein, was good at many things, but he seemed to have a problem with his piano. You sighed, "Adam, your long fingers give you privileges that piano lovers wish they had."

"I know," he grunted, and then he pressed many keys at the same time. You stood up from a loveseat and rushed toward him.

"Stop, stop! You don't have to court me with your horrendous music. Not anymore." You grabbed his wrists, but it was as if you stumbled into a trap.

Adam reached over, hauled your body , and pushed you to lean against the piano. Your hips were playing music that was way worse than his previous one.

"Let me go!" you squealed, trying to escape from his hands.

"It sounds better, doesn't it?" he quipped, smirking at you.

"Are you serious? Let me go—" Adam wasn't a gentleman, so he wouldn't let you go that easily. He stood up, leaning closer to you and brushing the tip of his nose with yours. This creature would never stop courting you, and you knew it. You also saw the future you had with him, and you could see that he would court you like the first day he did. "Adam—"

"Playing the piano isn't that difficult," he mused, finally pulling you away from that poor instrument. "I want to do other things challenging."

"Do what?"

You knew the answer when he dragged you back to a loveseat.

"It's in the middle of the day!" you protested.

Oh, as if he would care about that.

When he joins you in looking after sheep . .

"What are you doing?" you asked, standing next to Adam. He just understood math, and now he counted the amount of sheep in the field.

"You have thirty-two sheep," he said, his fingers furling and unfurling. "Should I add your sheepdog?"

"He's just a dog."

"But there's a word 'sheep'."

"Fair enough," you added with a chuckle. "But that's fine. He has different colors than other sheep."

"So… don't count him in?"

"Yes," you said, patting his shoulder gently.

"Should I add you?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Do I look like a sheep?"

"A little."

"Adam."

He laughed, understanding how to make a joke. Although your voice earlier was sharp, you couldn't help but be proud of him.

* When he kisses you after fucking you too hard . .

That was deep. Truly deep. You moaned when Adam thrust his cock deep into your sore entrance. Your pussy still had his previous cum, and it was so slick right now. Your chest heaved a trembling sigh, your wrists pinned over your head in his ironclad grip.

His thick cock left no mercy, giving you a wild sensation, until you found the stars. "Adam—ah!" The sound of his flesh against yours was so filthy, filling the entire barn. Some hay stuck in your hair, some cum from Adam spilled on the swell of your breasts and clothes.

He was so eager today, fucking you like you were his plaything. You were limp, shuddering, having no thoughts when his hard cock slammed into your pretty little cunt brutally. It was a bit sore for your entrance, but actually he made it sore every time, because that cock was as big as your wrist… or his wrist.

"A-Adam," you whimpered, fingers flexing but unable to escape his grip. "Cum inside me—"

He did. He buried deep inside you, giving you every drop of his love and lust. That big cock kept pressing deep against your throbbing pussy, but the thing that melted your heart was his soothing kiss.

Adam pressed his lips against yours, slow and gentle. He released your wrists and embraced you like you were a fragile little thing. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you whispered against his kiss. Even though he just did such a rough one, you couldn't wait for the next fuck he would give you.

When he listens to your story . .

"And that's how a sheep is born. The end."

You clasped your hands, smiling at Adam. He looked so small when he curled up on the bed, listening to your bedtime story with those innocent eyes. He was with you for a month now, but you must tell him bedtime stories or he couldn't sleep peacefully.

"More," he said, reaching for your knee. Your body tensed, noticing how large his hand was. "More story."

"You can't sleep?"

Adam nodded, still resting his hand on your knee. You covered the back of his hand, thumb stroking the stitch on his skin.

"But it's late at night," you pointed out, guessing that he just enjoyed listening to a sheep story and forgot to sleep. "We have a work in our barn tomorrow. You need to sleep now, all right?"

Adam held your hand, his skin rough but his gesture tender. "Please… stay with me."

Taken aback, you looked at him quietly. He didn't know the fact that a woman and a man shouldn't be in the same room, especially in the night. But who would know about it if you stayed with him tonight? Only one night?

When he meets you for the first time . .

"Spirit of the Forest, fear me not," you began, gripping a candleholder tightly. You knew it was be dangerous to step out of the house in the middle of the night, but you just caught a glimpse of the tall figure behind the tree near your room, and you thought it was a perfect chance to have a conversation with him.

You believed that a spirit of the forest walked around your farmhouse everyday to protect your area and your sheep, but there was something inside your mind telling you that a spirit of the forest truly existed—he must be a creature. Maybe that wasn't a real spirit like old people said but a man in distress. Maybe you could do something for him.

You had thought of many ways to express your gratitude, but would a spirit of the forest agree with you?

"Let me see you," you shouted, and the whisper of the night breeze was the only answer. "Please, I have food and clothes. I want to give them to you."

No one answered. You still stood there, wrapping yourself in a shawl. Until you heard dry leaves crushed under someone's feet, you shifted your gaze to the other tree nearby.

"Please, let me see you," you repeated, stepping closer, when you saw the face hiding in shadows. You introduced yourself to him, letting him know your name.

You stopped before him, and somehow you felt afraid of your decision. The tall figure wasn't a spirit of the forest like a character in children's books; he was a man. Broad shoulders covered in a black frayed cloak, limbs longer than other men you had seen, stitches on his hands.

When he stepped out of the dark, the moonlight shone on his body. The wind blew off the candles in your hand, your heart throbbing in your chest.

"You're so beautiful…"

His dark eyes widened as you complimented him. He reached over, long fingers trembling when they were close to your cheek. You were both frightened and amazed. You should run, you thought, but your body didn't allow you to do so.

And when his cold fingers stroked your skin, you were simply mesmerized.

Maybe it wasn't a bad idea to confront a spirit of the forest.

* When he nips your nipples . .

You gasped. And Adam thought he did something bad. He just enjoyed licking around your swollen nipples, and somehow he got carried away. He pulled back, looking down at you with alarm.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

"No, no. That's fine," you replied, fingers tangling in his long hair. "Just do it again."

"You mean lick and nip…?"

You hummed, guiding him to lean over and taste your breast again.

Adam did it again. His breath poured on your chest as he twirled his tongue around your peak. His large hand grabbed the swell of your breast when his lips did what you liked. He nipped and sucked your nipple hard, taking your breath away so easily.

"That's it," you moaned. "That's what a good boy does."

Oh, how he liked when you complimented him.

When he opens his very first present . .

Cried. Adam cried. But he also smiled with contentment. That was why you rushed to him and wiped tears from his delicate face with your thumbs. You gave him a scarf with his favorite colors, and it was so soft he couldn't stop leaning his cheeks on it. He didn't cry because he understood the concept of receiving presents and missing the chance to receive presents in his past; he did cry because he liked this scarf so much.

"I'll wear it everyday," he promised, wrapping this beautiful scarf around his neck.

"But you don't have to wear it during summer," you explained with a smile, cupping his cheeks. "I'll give you more presents. Don't worry."

Widening his eyes, he asked: "More presents?"

You nodded. And that made him cry again.

When he plays in the snow . .

"Snow," Adam chirped, opening his arms and walking around the front yard where snow piles covered. His long hair and black frayed cloak now decorated with snowflakes.

You sat on the porch, watching him lie down on the white ground and making a snow angel. He looked so lovely when he enjoyed such a small moment.

But when you glanced at the nature around you, a snowball from somewhere hit your face.

"Adam?!" you squealed, standing up and placing your hands on your hips. "What a naughty boy."

He giggled, large hands working on another snowball. You pointed at his face, intending to warn him.

"Don't you dare—ah!" Of course, Adam dared enough to throw another snowball at your face, giggled at his own tease, and ran away.

How could he be so stupid but so cute like this? Would you get mad at him?

* When he questions about your favorite spots . .

Adam was feeding chickens, while you gathered eggs. This routine was simple, comfortable, until the unexpected question came from the Creature's mouth.

"I noticed that you kept guiding my head to the right when I licked your—"

"Adam?!" you squealed, almost dropping an egg basket. You knew that animals couldn't understand every word your man said, but you weren't sure anymore when you saw mice sitting on his shoulders many days ago. "Why are you suddenly curious about that?"

He looked up at you, smiling innocently. "I wonder if that is your favorite spot."

Your cheeks burned hot, avoiding his gaze. What could you say, then? He just asked, and it was you who overthought. "Um, i-it's just good."

"Good," he repeated, approaching you. His tall figure stood behind you, hand touching the small of your back. "And you like when I stand like this and hold your left leg?"

Your eyes widened, glancing at chickens who didn't care what you two were talking. "It's not a proper question."

"Oh, it is," he quipped, leaning closer and kissing your ear. "Would you like to do it again?"

You wrapped your arms around an egg basket, glancing back at Adam. "Here?"

"Maybe."

When did he gain mischief?!

"Chickens will look at us," you protested, walking away.

"So you prefer making love with me inside the house?" he mused, following you. "Some tempting characters in books made love outdoors."

You stopped walking, turning back to him. Whatever he said got under your skin. He was interested in erotica lately, and you felt a bit jealous when he seemed indulged in fictional seductresses. They all were flawless and… wild.

Some of female characters sucked a cock, while the other cock thrust deep in their vaginas. Some of vaginas had two cocks. You really wanted to burn those books down, but it was good that Adam understood that it was just a carnal fantasy. "So you think we should do something like that, huh?" you asked.

"I just want to know your favorite spots," he said with an innocent-yet-poisonous smile.

"Uh-huh," you sighed. "My favorite spots aren't what you do or where we do; I can do everything if it's you who does it with me."

This time, the Creature gasped in surprise, and then a little smirk appeared on his stitched face. "Your favorite spot is me."

Oh, it boosted his ego.

"Take off your clothes, my love," he began, rushing toward you.

Somehow, you thought he should stop exploring erotica for a long while.

When he runs after your pet . .

"Oh, no!" Adam shouted, touching his head, as your pet ran out of the house. "I-I don't know who leaves the door open."

You said, "Don't worry, Adam. That little buddy will return home soon." You continued cooking, but the unexpected thing was that your creature ran after your pet. "Adam?!"

You sighed, looking out of the house through the window. Adam tried his best to protect your pet, while your pet tried its best to mess with him. You didn't know whom you decided to support.

"Dinner at six!" you shouted again, shaking your head in disbelief. These creatures made you feel happy everyday, but it would be good if they ran slower.

When he shows you his leaf collection . .

"Are you ready?" Adam asked, holding a thick notebook in his hands. You nodded, letting him present his favorite collection. "Here they are."

You watched him turn from one page to another, allowing you to observe yellow dry leaves he collected from trees around your farmhouse. He also scribbled the date and the season at the end of each page. He loved them so much, and you adored a man with a hobby.

"Do you like them?" Adam asked, closing his notebook and grinning with satisfaction.

Nodding, you remarked: "Absolutely. They're so beautiful… like you."

The Creature blushed, wrapping his long arms around his notebook. How could you stop loving him just one second? It wouldn't happen when you were still breathing!

"When you want to brighten your day," he began, reaching for strands of your hair, "you may open my notebook and look at them."

"Oh, Adam, they're your beloved collection."

"But you're my beloved," he admitted, shifting his hand back and fidgeting at his notebook. "I want you to be happy. And I trust you."

"Adam, that means a lot to me," you said, touching his bandaged arm. "I promise I'll always be careful when I open your notebook. I'm sure your beautiful leaves will brighten my day like the way you do."

"You also brighten my day," he added, holding your hand gently.

You both brightened each other's day.

* When he teases you before entering the ball . . [ An alternative universe where Victor gives the Creature a life he deserves. ]

"A-Adam," you gasped as Adam hauled you into the dark corner of the mansion, assaulting you the moment right before you stepped into the gathering hall. "You can't do this," you protested, yet your chuckle fueled his crave for you.

"But I now do," he whispered, closing your mouth again.

This handsome creature was anything but a gentleman. You had no idea how that crazy scientist, Victor Frankenstein, created such a marvelous body from corpses and taught that body how to socialize with everyone. Although the entire community had feared for what was unbeknown to them, they finally found Dr. Frankenstein's project the future of medical treatment. However, without money meant without progress, and that was why the Frankenstein mansion held the very first ball of the Season.

You were engaged to Adam, since your parents were the first investors of the successful project and no one in your family wanted to lose the benefits. Besides, you didn't like interacting with normal gentlemen, so everything was perfect.

Except your gown and your hair. Adam's cock found your entrance again.

"Ah—Adam-!" His large hand covered your mouth, while your legs wrapped around his waist. Guests walked through the hallway, and a hundred of people would fill the mansion soon. But no one knew that the dark space under the spiral staircase became a secret place where the only son of Dr. Frankenstein was fucking his fiancée fervently.

What a dangerous gentleman. If he kept spilling his seed inside you like this, you might get pregnant before the wedding ceremony.

When he ushers you to the secret place . .

Adam's hands covered your eyes as he led you to his favorite corner in the forest. This place wasn't far from your farmhouse, and it was the first shelter Adam stayed after escaping from hunters. You still shut your eyes, touching his bandaged wrists with your hands, taking cautious steps. Until you heard the sound of nature—waterfall and birds—Adam stopped walking and moved his hands from your face.

"You may open your eyes."

You did what he said, and the scenery before you took your breath away. Clear water reflected your face, fresh wind cooling your body, birds' chirps soothing your mind. You also noticed a beautiful rainbow over the waterfall, while dense trees surrounded you and Adam like a natural fence.

"Such a beautiful place," you remarked, smiling at Adam. "I can't believe this place isn't far from our farmhouse."

He nodded, holding your hand. Even though he was a rough man on bed, tenderness was his main trait you grew accustomed to. "We should come here more often," he said.

"It's a nice spot to have a picnic," you added, nudging his arm with your elbow, glancing at the beautiful view once again.

"Yes," he agreed, "and it's a nice spot to be alone."

Your eyes widened, looking back at Adam. You knew what he was saying, and his blushing expression supported what you were thinking.

When he visits your family . .

"I am Adam," he said, smiling awkwardly at every member of your family. "Nice to meet you."

You had told your family about him through the letters, but you reserved some information like how he was created for his sake. First, your family didn't understand why or how until they met Adam.

Children were both curious and frightened, but they eventually sat next to the Creature. Adults hadn't said anything, but you noticed that some of them were sympathetic toward the Creature.

"Welcome to our home, Adam," your father began, and that reduced tension you sensed in the room.

It was just a simple sentence, but Adam looked at you with a grateful smile. You held his hand, nodding to reassure him that he also had home here.

"Thank you," Adam said, his voice cracking, his tearful eyes looking at your family members again. "Thank you for welcoming me."

It was surreal. You hoped you had never dreamed of this picture. That the world welcomed and was kind to this beautiful and pure creature.

* When he waits for you to finish painting . .

Adam was such a stunning creature. Every part of his body was immaculate and mesmerizing. You asked him to be a model for your painting, and he was doing it. No clothes covered his figure. All scars and seams exposed under the sunlight. His cock was hard before your eyes, making your pussy clenching all the time you worked on this masterpiece.

The way he sat on that armchair, opening his thighs and revealing his stomach, made you want to throw your paintbrush away and stroke that swollen tip with your tongue. You still remembered the taste of his cum, strange yet interesting. You couldn't stop thinking about his quivering body above yours. Your cunt clenched nothing for that imagination… and that made you paint a wrong color on your canvas.

"Is it done?" he asked, voice sultry with impatience. Even yourself felt impatient.

"Almost done," you lied. It wasn't easy to paint his cock, especially when all you wanted was to suck it right here, right now.

"I can't…" he muttered.

"Can't what?"

"Can't wait," Adam admitted, his hand holding his hardness and pumping it before your eyes. Your heart leapt, your tongue licking your bottom lip.

You let your paintbrush slip away, approaching him and kneeling on the ground. Your hands, messed with colors, touched his tight legs, leaning over and lapping his flesh teasingly.

"I can't wait either," you confessed. Just… forget that painting. You needed him to cum in your mouth. You needed him to cum on your body.

You needed him to cum inside you.

When he exercises . . [ Verbs beginning with X aren't what I've expected, so please excuse me. ]

"Adam, what are you doing?" you asked, standing on the porch. Your creature was exercising, and you knew it since the first glance, but you had no idea why he did this.

"Your sheep run faster than me," he admitted, running around your farmhouse.

You waited until he was running past the porch again, then asked: "How could it happen? Your legs are longer than their future!"

"I don't know!" And he ran around your house again. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or encourage him to continue working on his physical training.

"Aren't you tired?" you shouted, checking on the knot of your apron. "Would you like to have some cookies?"

"No!" he shouted back, and then he did something you didn't expect him to. He snatched your apron from your waist, running away.

"Adam!" And hell, you ran after him. You did exercise for that apron! "If I catch you, Adam! If I catch you!"

When he yearns for desserts . .

"I don't understand," Adam mused, tossing and turning, making your poor bed creak. You opened one eyes and glanced at Adam through your blurred sight. It was already late at night, quite rare for this creature to stay awake.

"What happened, Adam?" you asked with a yawn.

"I can't stop thinking about apple tarts," he admitted, and that made you open both eyes.

"Apple tarts?"

"That you did," he said, facing you. He looked so small when the blanket wrapped around his shoulders and neck, but he still looked bigger than you anyway. "You did it so well."

You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his big body and resting your face against his broad chest. "I'll do it for you tomorrow, all right?"

No one would believe it, but the Creature giggled at the promise of apple tarts. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head, sighing in contentment.

Yet, that promise couldn't help him get some sleep tonight.

* When he zones out because of your breasts . .

You taught Adam how to bake cookies, but whenever you asked him if he could follow each step, he just said: "Huh-uh-yeah, I understand."

"No, you don't understand," you pointed out, crossing your arms. "Something in your mind, Adam?"

"Um, I…" he mumbled, large hands fidgeting at his shirt. You noticed him blushing like a shy boy.

"Tell me the truth," you urged.

"Your breasts… are in my mind," Adam confessed, avoiding your gaze. That made you look down at your chest, but you saw nothing peculiar.

"Oh, you keep thinking about what we did last night?" you asked, stepping closer to him. "My breasts and your cock…?"

"Yes," he admitted, still avoiding your gaze. He still remembered that it wasn't only your mouth or cunt that could make him cum.

When your hand touched his bulge, he looked back at you. He whispered your name, soft like a prayer.

"You're hard again," you remarked, fingers toying with the hard line under his pants. His cock was so big your pussy dripped with wetness when you recognized the feeling of being stretched by his size. "Maybe we can skip our cookie lesson."

Thank you for reading my stuff! I did it, 6.1k words in 12 hours. I fucking did it OMG! Locked in so hard and forgot who I used to be. I'll check typos later, since I typed the first draft here on Tumblr to force myself to finish this one 😅 I think some of these stories deserve longer versions, such as that hearing one and that waiting one (I wanna stroke his Little Adam with a paintbrush—) Pray for me to have energy like this again ❤️‍🔥