hangry
pairing: boyfriend!adam glenn x bitchy fem!reader
inspo request: he’s right where he wants to be
synopsis: your stupid boyfriend committed the cardinal sin: he went out to get food and forgot to get you any. now he’s facing your wrath and he’ll do anything to get you to stop being mad at him
warnings: not proofread, MDNI, reader is meannnn, adam is pathetic and desperate for forgiveness (and lowkey masochistic), reader works in an office, swearing, one-sided argument, adam on his knees, reader worship, pussy eating and fingering (I TURNED IT INTO A SMUT I COULDNT HELP MYSELF SORRY)
word count: 1.8k
a/n: i’m gonna be honest i don’t get hangry so i’m sorry if this is inaccurate
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“Baby, please-“
“Do NOT ‘baby’ me right now. You know I hate when you do that shit,” You scoff and turn your head away from a very devastated-looking Adam, barely halfway through the door before he was met with your disapproving glare.
“I swear it just slipped my mind. I’d never purposely forget to get you food, my love.”
“So you forgot about me? Real considerate of you.” You can only laugh out of anger, and it puts Adam on edge.
“No, I didn’t forget about you! I just forgot that I was supposed to get dinner tonight…” His poor excuse falls on deaf ears.
“So now I’m going to have to cook dinner. Again! Never a day off with your bullshit…”
“Please don’t say that,” He rushes over to you, trying to take your hands but you snatch them away. “You’re not going to cook tonight, baby. I’m sure you’re dead on your feet after a long day. I’ll cook for us!”
“I was excited to eat some greasy takeaway, Adam.” You groan and pull away, beelining for the couch. Adam is hot on your trail, like a needy pup. “And now I have to wait another hour before I can eat. Y’know, I haven’t eaten since breakfast because my meeting cut through lunch.”
“That’s terrible, I’m a terrible boyfriend. I’m so so sorry,” He sits next to you on the couch, invading your space. “I’ll go back out and get you some takeaway. Whatever you want! As much as you want!” He tries to grab your face to get you to look at him but you swat him away.
“Don’t touch me. You’re overstimulating me. And stop feeling so sorry for yourself and get me something already,” You shake your head, leaning over to rest on the arm of the couch, legs propping up onto Adam’s lap. He instinctively takes one of your tired feet into his large hands, knowing foot rubs gets you settled down when you’re like this.
“You got it sweetheart. Anything in particular you’re craving?”
“Oh my god, just figure it out! You’re being so annoying right now!” You kick him with what little force you could muster, dealing no damage but only dramatics. Adam gets the hint and shoots up, hurrying to get his phone to place an order.
You turn on the TV, grumbling to yourself while you seeing Adam pacing around in the corner of your eye, mumbling an order into his phone. Just looking at him right now was enough to get your blood boiling.
How dare he forget about your needs? In fact, you’re 99% sure he was weaponising his incompetence just to piss you off. He won’t get away with this disrespect, not when you treat him like a king, while you’re barely an afterthought in his mind.
Your slipper goes flying through the air, smacking Adam right on the ass thanks to your perfect aim. He exclaims a little ‘ow!’ when it makes contact, but you and he both know that it didn’t hurt, but the surprise was enough to interrupt his phone order.
“What are you still doing here? Get going already!” You point to the door, urging Adam out. He hurries to put his shoes on obediently. “Just wasting time and taking up space…” You mutter to yourself.
“I’ll be back really soon with food, okay baby? I love you!” He calls out with a panicked tone before scurrying out the door, gone just as quick as he’d arrived. You just tut in annoyance and try to ignore the rumble in your tummy, and the fire in your mind.
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“Fucking finally.” It didn’t take Adam long to get back, but it felt like an eternity for you. You pulled yourself up from the couch and glared at him as he carried a big bag of food containers, a flurry of different aromas hitting your nose.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I got… everything,” Adam chuckles nervously as he puts the bag down on the coffee table before you. You just eye him judgementally as he unpacks the food; big slices of new york style pizza, creamy pasta, indian food, wok boxes, mini smash burgers. You almost smiled at the gorgeous supper, but you weren’t done giving him a hard time. He’d forgotten the most crucial part.
“Where’s my drink?”
He swallows.
“Your drink?”
“You didn’t get me a drink. Typical. Just typical.” You shrug with a condescending smile. His face cringes with humiliation.
“I’ll get it for you right now, honey. Just hold tight-“ He rushes up and out the door, not giving you any more time to berate him. But after sinking your teeth into the immaculate food your gracious boyfriend had bought you, all that frustration and hostility melted away in an instant.
Endorphins released into your brain, curbing your hanger and replacing all that negativity with satisfaction… and a little guilt. Maybe you had misinterpreted Adam’s intentions. He is a well-meaning man, you had forgotten. He hates seeing you upset, in pain, uncomfortable. And you realise now how cruel you’d been when all he wanted to do was please you.
When Adam returns, he’s out of breath and there’s sweat stains on his clothes. He’d been running to get back to you, drink holder in hand, and a desperate expression on his features.
“I got you a milkshake. Spearmint or Chocolate, it’s your choice. And some ice cream for dessert. Cookies n Cream… your favourite.” He walks over to where you’re standing in the living room, holding out the drinks like he’s scared you’ll bite.
You furrow your brows slightly, lip pouting when you see how concerned he is of your wellbeing. You take one of the milkshakes and he puts the holder on the coffee table before sinking to his knees, eyes dropping to the floor.
“I’m so sorry, baby. Please forgive me, please don’t be mad at me…” He murmurs pitifully while holding onto your legs, squeezing your calves before looking up at you with big, glossy brown eyes. “I’m begging you.”
“Begging me?” Your heart almost breaks. “No, Adam, you don’t have to beg-“
“I want to.” He states firmly, thumbs rubbing the back of your knees. “This is where I belong, before you. Begging.” He presses his forehead against your thighs and closes his eyes for a moment.
“Adam, I’m sorry. I was way harsh on you. You didn’t deserve my meanness,” Your fingers weave into his dirty blonde locks, and you feel how he instantly relaxes against you. His face nuzzles your legs as you caress his head. “I was hangry, but you were so good to me.”
He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t open his eyes. You only feel his deep breaths fanning the inside of your thighs. Then you feel the touch of his lips through your stockings. Your eyebrows shoot up, and your fingers tighten around the milkshake cup. You take a soothing sip before putting the cup down to focus on your man.
“Adam?”
“Please. Just let me have this.” He whines softly, eyes fluttering open as he peers up at you, face flush between your legs. You hold your breath as he starts peppering more kisses, slowly climbing higher and higher.
“Adam, I forgive you.” You breathe out shakily, your tone betraying your confidence.
“Tell me to stop.” He sits up higher on his knees and brings one of your legs over his shoulder. He looks up at you with his head almost disappearing under your pencil skirt.
As stunned as you are, you don’t think you can muster the word ‘stop’ right now. This was a whole new side to Adam you were meeting, and you ashamedly didn’t want him to stop.
His lips press higher, tickling inside your thigh before you feel his tongue ghost over the crotch of your tights. You gasp and feel your body tighten. That only spurs him on further, his curious fingers gripping the thin fabric and ripping a hole right by your panties.
“Adam!” You exclaim from shock.
“You gonna yell at me again?” He almost moans as he grips your leg a little tighter, his breath fanning your clothed pussy. “Yell at me some more.” He speaks against your panties.
“Adam, please.” Your eyes roll back into your head a little when you feel him kissing you through your underwear, a wet spot already forming from his ministrations.
“Let me eat your pussy. Show you how sorry I am,” He whispers while pulling your panties to the side, your clit already throbbing and swollen with arousal. He wastes no time wrapping his lips around it, sucking softly while tugging you closer.
You grip his hair in an attempt to hold yourself up while a string of whimpers escape past your lips. You curse yourself for being so pliant for this angel of a man who can’t help but latch himself onto you like he’s drinking holy water.
He spreads you open with his thick fingers, your vulva blooming like a flower in the morning sun. He spreads the warmth from your leaking hole, coating his fingertips before pushing them in, drawing out a moan from you.
He doesn’t let up with mouth, tongue flicking your bud while works you over with his hand. Once you’re running, he takes the opportunity to taste your juices, tongue licking at your entrance, causing your legs to buckle. But he holds you up, eyes meeting yours while he devours you.
“Adam, don’t you think you’ve done enough for me?” You pant with heavy breaths.
“No. Never enough for you. Want to give you everything.” He replies between kisses before he returns to fingering your walls, and suckling on your clit.
“You have given me everything…”
“Not yet.” He hums against you before picking up speed, tugging you forward so both your legs rest over his shoulders like a seat. You moan and writhe against his mouth, subsequently lathering Adam’s gorgeous face in arousal. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his expression portrays pure bliss smothered by your pussy.
He has you finishing in minutes, tongue expertly working you through your orgasm, and large arms holding you up securely. You shudder and pulse around him, barely able to release his fingers. When you do, ejaculate slips out with his knuckles, and he quickly presses his lips against your hymen to catch your fluid in his needy mouth.
“You didn’t have to do that, Adam…” You pant, struggling to catch your breath and find the floor with your feet.
“I think I deserved it, no?” He smirks, a satisfied smile adorning his face. This was no punishment for him. No, this was his was of reaping gratitude.
“Yes. You did, baby.” You can’t help but chuckle down at him, fucked out and belly full, all thanks to the understanding hunk.
