⊹ ࣪ ˖ — ADAM x female third pov || SMUT || MDNI ⊹ ࣪ ˖
scenario: Charlie and vaggi tried to convince heaven redemption is real, but Adam told Sera to kick them out and never come back again, so Charlie and Vaggi thought u were their only hope, but soon Adam knew who u are…
Hell was many things, but exciting is not one of them, you rarely get bored, but apparently you were very bored these days. it’s not like you were the only one bored, Why? None knows, it’s like a wave of boredom just crashed over all of pride. There wasn’t any events or anything happening in the Hazbin hotel. You would spend your day lazying on the couch or your room.
Eventually, Charlie and Vaggi— mostly Charlie though— were planning to get to heaven to negotiate about whatever— you didn’t pay attention to what she said, but you’d see Charlie coming back with a sad, pouty look on her face and Vaggi comforting her. You went to ask her what’s wrong, she’d tell you that Adam had been convincing Sera that heaven shouldn’t have any contact with hell, so she had enough of them and said she doesn’t want to communicate with them anymore.
For the past five days, Charlie been talking to you about heaven, maybe trying to give you a hint. At the end, you were right. She told you that you were their last hope.
Since you were bored as hell, and tired of lazying around and snacking all day. You agreed, and you had to watch 3 minutes of Charlie so thankful and happy like you ended world hunger.
First, they will have to start with your look in heaven— they can’t just show you to heaven with obvious demonic looks on you. After all, they’re hiding you from Sera. Since she told you guys she doesn’t want any contact with demons.
Charlie of course used Vaggi’s help with your angelic looks, since she herself is a fallen angel, she helped put angelic and soft features on you, put a hat on your head to cover you’re horns, gave you pastel colors, a far contrast to the harsh colors you had. And honestly, you looked ethereally stunning.
The only problem is that you didn’t have a halo… well, that sucks, but whatever, they summoned the baby blue portal that leads to heaven. And there it was, you hoped you don’t fuck this up.
"I believe in you, Y/N. I really do. Just remember what we have planned, okay? I know I’m right about you." Charlie said, a small, hopeful smile on her face as she intertwined her fingers together.
"I believe in you, Y/N. I really do. Just remember what we have planned, okay? I know I’m right about you." Vaggi warned, her tone tells you alot about Adam.
"Don’t worry, i got this! You make this harder than it sounds, it will be easy." Y/N replied, you’re tone light and playful, thinking this would be a fun, easy trip to heaven.
And just like that. You walked into the portal. And shit— heaven looks so good, but you can’t just immediately judge, not when you’re first impression of Adam and Sera sounded a bit intimidating the way Charlie and Vaggi put it.
Aside from heaven being so beautiful. You were first greeted by the huge, golden pearly gates— and a little guy standing behind a gilded book stand.
"Welcome! Oh, we are just so thrilled to have another soul join the party! he chirped, his wings giving a happy little flutter as he adjusted his halo. He tapped the gilded edges of the book, his eyes twinkling with genuine warmth.
"Now, let’s get you officially checked in! Just need the name for the record... who am I looking for here? What’s the name, gorgeous?
Jeez, were angels always been this jolly. "Uhh, my name’s Y/N, sir" You said, offering a small, polite smile that didn't quite reach you’re eyes.
"Oh, 'Sir'? How formal! None of that is necessary here, darling," he chirped, waving a hand dismissively as if shooing away a cloud. He beamed, his smile practically radiating light. "I’m Saint Peter! But you can just call me Peter. Everyone does!" He beamed at you.
"Alright, Y/N.. Let’s see" He squinted his eyes as he went through the pages to find you’re name. "Ah, well.. That’s odd. Sorry, Ms. Y/N, I can’t seem to find you’re name in the Winners guest list."
"I'm... I'm supposed to be in there," You murmured, tilting your head with a look of wide-eyed, practiced confusion. "Maybe it’s just on the next page? Could you check again? Please?" You batted your eyes innocently.
"Oh, uh… i guess that’s weird" Peter rubbed his eyes and looked through the papers again. "I’m not seeing a "Y/N" on there. Oh, well! Must be a little glitch in the system," he chuckled— though his tone was uncertain. "You’ve clearly got the look of a Winner! Go right on in, sweetheart. Welcome to Heaven!"
The golden pearly gates opened smoothly as you walked in, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding— phew, that was close— before you could even make sure you’re alone, Sera, along with another adorable girl who looks like her, their features soft and beautiful.
"Sure." Sera said, her voice rich and resonant. "It is always a blessing to see a new soul find their way home. We strive for harmony here, and I trust you will find your place among us quite naturally."
Before Sera could continue her formal welcome, Emily exploded with happiness at the sight of you.
"Oh my gosh! Hi! Hi, hi, hi!" Emily squealed, her wings fluttering so fast they were almost a blur. She grabbed Y/N’s hands, her eyes sparkling like literal diamonds. "I’m Emily! And I just know we’re going to be absolute best friends! I have so much to show you—the zoos, the clouds, the shops—it's going to be so much fun!"
"Now, now, Emily. Calm down, sweetheart. You’re going to bounce right off the clouds before our winner even steps inside," Sera said, her hand resting gently on Emily’s shoulder. "I see Emily seems to be excited about you. May you introduce yourself?
"I’m Y/N" You smiled at them, They don’t seem to be a bother like how Charlie and Vaggi described them, well that was a relief.
"Please Sera, let me be her tour guide!!" Emily practically begged Sera to be you’re tour guide. You were surprised, none was THAT happy to see you.
"Alright, Y/N, Emily will be you’re tour guide, i hope you enjoy her company." Sera spoke, her tone smooth like honey. With that, she flew away. Emily suddenly held your hands.
"I’m so excited! We have to go to the cloud mall first— they have the cutest outfits! and then the fountains, and the ice cream shops, and oh! There’s even a club that plays the best music! It’s going to be so much fun! Come on, let’s go!" And just like that, this will be a long, tiring— but fun night.
Hours later, Emily left half an hour ago, you were so tired— it was midnight, the night was beautiful, dark shades of blue, little bit of gold.. and full of glowing stars, you were too distracted you accidentally bumped into someone—
""What the-"" A masculine, raspy voice spoke up. "Watch where you’re going, bitch!" He yelled— holy shit, why is there a rude angel in heaven?
You clutched your head for a moment before looking up at the rude man you bumped into— wait, he kind of looks like the exact same guy Vaggi described. black mask with horns, golden eyes and mouth, huge white robe, and even the A that stood for Adam… shit, that must be him.
"Uh- sorry, sir- i’ll make sure to be careful next time!" You apologized, you remembered Vaggi telling you he’s a pain in the ass if you talked back at him— even as you fought every urge to tell him to fuck off, you maintained your polite demeanor.
"Yeah, dumbass, you better be sorry." He thrusted the soda in his grip towards you before suddenly pausing. "Wait what the fuck? Bitch, where the fuck is your halo?!" He looked confused— shit— and suspicious too. You decided to come up with any excuse from your ass.
"Uh- actually, i’m just new here. My halo's supposed to take a little bit of time to show up, or at least that’s what I was told." You mentally cringed at you’re excuse. At least it was convincing— or maybe not.
"Takes time? Are you actually shitting me right now?" He lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Seriously. What kind of fucking excuse is that? that won’t work on me, dumbass. I’m fucking Adam! The first man! say that stupid excuse to a dumbass, not ME" He barked, his voice dripping with aggressive narcissism.
Oh so it is him— and he suspected you, the worst combination ever. Don’t make me keep an eye on you, whore. An angel without a halo? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
You really wanted to cry, you just wanted to turn him off like a fucking radio— and for your luck. Sera and Emily both manifested. "Adam, this is enough. You should not harass the new arrivals, they should be treated with respect and love. That’s what heaven is all about." She commanded, her tone firm and authoritative. You saw the way Adam’s arrogance turns off like a switch, it was honestly satisfying.
"But- but- Sera! What kind of fucking winner who has no halo—" He was cut off by Sera. "Adam, enough," She stated, her words like a blade cutting through his ego. "Sera—"
"Adam, i said this is enough, you don’t get to make a decision. And that’s an order." Sera interrupted, her voice dropping into an icy, authoritative snap—a lethal mix of a direct command and a final warning.
Adam shot you a stinging, defiant glare that made you sure as hell he won’t let you have your peace in heaven, especially since you gave him a nasty ass grin that made him want to explode.
Days passed, you were walking in the sidewalk, you just finished a delicious, neat burger, unlike the ones in hell— where you remember you almost ate one with fucking cum in it and said it’s because you’re too pretty. Stupid sinners.
Apparently, your hat was getting annoying and would always slip, and the clip-on wings was literally matted with the dust from the floor, yes. Your "wings" was literally sweeping the floor behind you. You went to the nearest alleyway to adjust— and maybe take them off to breathe in your normal demonic features
Without warning, you heard that voice— his voice, Adam’s voice. "I fucking knew it! Look at you! I knew there was something wrong with you, and—holy shit—I was right! All that "innocent" little act? Total bullshit! I’m a literal genius. I fucking called it!" He laughed in victorious arrogance.
"Shit- No!" You panicked. "Please, don’t—" He cuts you off.
"Or what? You gonna do something about it? You're fucking pathetic. Seriously, did that stupid princess send you here? Did she really think she could just sneak a fake fucking costume into my sight and I wouldn't notice?"
In an instant. He lunges, his fingers wrapping firmly around your horn in a brutal, bruising grip. He tugs your head forward with a sharp jerk, forcing your face inches from his. The pain is overwhelming and sickening—since the horn is a literal extension of your skull.
"Look at you," he sneers, his breath hot and his eyes blown wide with manic, "You're nothing but a fucking freak show. I'm a literal genius for sniffing you out. So what’s the plan now, huh? You gonna cry for your stupid princess?"
"Please... stop! It hurts—fuck, just stop!" You let out a soft, pained moan, the agonizing pressure on your horn sending a white-hot spike of pain straight down to your nerves. You pressed your hands against his firm chest. Tears prick your eyes as you're forced to look at his stupid shit-eating grin. "I'll do anything... just don't tell them! I’ll do whatever you want, I swear, just... please don’t.""
"I promise!""Hmm... Fine, fine. I’ll hide you. I’ll keep my mouth shut and won't say a word to Sera or anyone else." he scoffed, his tone condescending, smug, and dismissively bored, he’s only doing it out of boredom. Boredom saved you.
"Now put that stupid costume back on and get it together. Capiche?"
Moments later. He dragged your ass to his house and snatched a chair for himself and literally starts interrogating you now that he learned your name on your way with him.
"So, you’re telling me that jolly princess and ms. Vagina sent you here?" He asked, a self-satisfied smug on his face knowing he caught her mid-plan.
You looked at him with a disdainful grimace, what the hell is these nicknames— but it’s Adam, not confusing. "Uh, yeah?" You mentally cursed yourself, you know you were caught and it’s over for you, but the memory of their dependence on you, it felt hollow.
"Of course it would be these bitches, especially Lucifer’s little cunt, always thinking she can convince heaven to mingle with hell. HAH! Never happening, she’s so fucking delusional. Thinking she can do all that shit with the power of friendship" He punctuated his words with his hands coming up to sarcastically trace a wide, shimmering 'rainbow' in the air with a theatrical flourish. "Amirite, babe?" He planted a hand on the table next to him and rested his elbow on his knee, totally relaxed while he talked down to you.
"Fuck no." You muttered under your breath, he didn’t make out what you were saying.
"Whatever, anyways, i’m not bringing you down there. You’re staying here until i’m bored. Which honestly gonna take a while… cuz'" He paused. Without warning, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you close— dangerously close, almost tripping you from your seat. "You've got a lot of nerve, acting all innocent in front of Sera after making me look like a fucking idiot.." he breathed, his gaze dropping to your lips with a look that was actually... intense. "Makes me want to put you in your place." He lingered there, tilting his head just a fraction, closing the gap until your mouths were barely a hair’s breadth apart. It was right there. He was going to do it.
Then, he yanks himself away from you and pretends like nothing happened "So, like I was saying—that Charlie girl? Absolute train wreck. Right babe?" He checked his nails, looking completely vacant before letting out a bored huff. "Holy shit, I’m fucking starving. I’m craving ribs right now." He groaned, acting like he didn’t almost kiss you. Motherfucker, now he made YOU look like a total idiot, blushing deeply like a virgin.
The next day, what you learned about him is that he has many fangirls, only if they knew what a jerk he is… anyways. He came up to you.
"Listen, babe, i want you to make yourself useful and pretend to be my bitch for the day. These fucking fangirls are killing me, like— i know I’m that special but fucking calm down for fuck’s sake!" He whined, throwing his head back with an exaggerated groan of annoyance.
"Be your girlfriend?!" You recoiled, you looked at him with bewildered shock, you didn't expect him to say that. Especially since he was being a jerk to you since day one. "Wait—me? Why me? If you need someone to play the part so badly, why don't you just pick one of your obsessed fans? They’d actually die for the chance!"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? I’m trying to escape those fucking psychos, and you want me to ask them to help me escape... themselves? Jeez, use your fucking brain, babe! You’re actually fucking dense, aren’t you?”
He stepped into your personal space. In a blur, his hand shot out, firm fingers locking around your throat. "And don’t flatter yourself, bitch. I'm giving you a chance to actually be useful for once. So either you start acting like my girl, or I’m dragging your sorry demon ass straight to Sera and showing her exactly what a little 'angelic' bitch you really are. Yeah?"
"Fucking fine, just let go of me!" You gasped out, he finally let go. "That’s what i fucking thought, you’re being good for once, babe." He praises you degradingly, you narrow your eyes at him.
And just like that, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you outside with a crowd of fangirls. His proximity makes your heart race.
"How does a dickhead even have fangirls…" You muttered scathingly.
<"I’m the first man for a reason, plus. I’m a rockstar, of course i’d have fuckin’ chicks kissing the floor i walk at!" He scoffed, his tone filled with arrogance and egotism.
He then proceeds to brag about his "girlfriend" infront of the fangirls. "Check it out, bitches. That’s the chick i’ve been telling you she would be sucking the fuck out of my dick most of the time." One of the fangirls shouted "OMG! What!"
"Fuck yeah! And when she’s off her knees she’d be begging me to fuck her brains out. So yeah, keep dreaming, bitches!” He spoke so casually as if he didn’t say the most bold, explicit, sexual shit ever. It even made you blush so hard.
"Wait, what the fuck, Adam—" He cuts you off. "Anyways, bye, bye, girlies!" He turns around with you at his side and waves. "Gonna fuck my babe now." He said before entering the house. Your eyes were wide, what the fuck is he saying? why did his words make you blush so hard. Maybe, a part of you couldn't help but wish he’d actually be a man of his word for once and fuck you exactly like that.
"Aaagh!" He groaned and slumped down on the big, cozy couch. "That worked, thanks for your help. Babe!" He thanked. Flipping his body around, now laying on his stomach, his face resting on his palms and swings his legs slightly. "Now how about you get that pretty little ass up and get me my slushie, hmm?" He gives you a joyful, innocent smile. You wish he just stops being a fucking jerk and just… does it, you don’t know why you were expecting him to actually back up his words with action.
You stood up on your heels and went to get the slushie for him— also while having the sexiest fantasy about him fucking you. You hated that feeling so much, why are you fantasizing about a man who treats you like shit…
You eventually came back with the slushie and handed it to him. He didn’t even thank you, he just slurped down the slushie. He then takes the straw out of his lips and looks at you. "Now fuck off." He spat, you hated how much he humiliated you? You hated being humiliated, but what can you do. It’s Adam, he’s powerful, and can also expose you to Sera and you’d be fucked.
Apparently, all you’ve been thinking about is Adam, you don’t know why, but his shitty and arrogant personality is somehow getting you worked up, you didn’t realize you had a thing for jerks until now… while you’re alone, you thought he went out for whatever. You made sure he was gone, then you strode to his room. The second you joined, his walls was covered with rockstar posters and women in bikini— it made you feel jealous… you want to be the only thing he’d look at.
You laid down on his bed, the scent of his sheets was intoxicating and unmistakably Adam. You inhaled his sheet deeply, relishing in his scent. You let your hand drift downwards, tracing the heat of your body—your body was hot because of thinking about him— and you slid your hand underneath the hem of your clothes and panties. You groaned at the feeling of your wet arousal. Your fingers desperately traced your slit, imagining it was his fingers.
You bit your lip as your fingers moved with desperate, clumsy rhythm. You gripped his sheets with your other hand tightly, your eyes squeezed shut as you imagined him doing all of that.
For your luck, you didn’t notice Adam standing at the door with a predatory grin, clearly enjoying the sight of you fingering yourself in his bed. "Holy shit…" he rasped. "All that trash talk then i find you fucking yourself in my bed?”You jumped at his voice. "A-Adam- i-I-" He cuts you off. "Shut the fuck up." He hissed, it caught you off guard. "You wanted to play in my bed? Fine. Now you’re playing by my rules, Bitch"
He leaned dangerously close— the same way he did before, except, you didn’t hold back. You grabbed the back of his head and crashed your lips against his. His eyes widened, but then narrowed as he kissed you back.
He kisses you like a man starved, his tongue shoving its way in your mouth as he caressed your tongue, he grabbed your face and titled it for a deeper angle, absolutely dominating you in the kiss. The taste of him was so sweet… a mix of the ribs he ate an hour ago and another flavor that was so deliciously Adam, it made you deepen the kiss.
While kissing you— since you were literally fully bare from underneath. He started grinding his hips against yours, you could feel his thick bulge from his robes, the rough material scratching deliciously against your pussy, making you let out a soft moan into the kiss as he swallowed your moans.
You desperately grasped the hem of his robe and raised it up and stopped at his hips. He pulled away from the kiss, you looked down at his dick, your heart races and your breath hitches and heaves… the anticipation of whats about to happen is intense.
"Look at how fucking hard you made me…" He grabs your hips tightly. "You ready for this, babe?" He mumbled.
And just like that, he gripped your hips tight enough to bruise and slammed the fuck out of his hips inside you, the mix of pain and pleasure crashed over you deliciously, the sensation was deep and intense. "A-Aaaahnn…" You moaned out and blushed deeply in embarrassment, not knowing that was an ear candy for Adam.
"FUCK… shit." He grumpled and nuzzled against your neck as he began nipping at your neck, it was deliciously painful. "Moan for me, Y/N. I need to fucking hear you…" He said, nipping at your neck to get any sounds out of you. "AGH… you’re so fucking tight, babe… oh shit-" He panted
"A-Adam…~ hnnnh… ah!" You moaned softly and wantonly, he panted against your neck, his other hand slid from your hip to your tits, groping them desperately. "Fuck yeah, bitch. You needed my touch, huh? Then fucking take it!" He slammed harder against you as he started to pick up the pace, he was so good at it… he spotted all the right spots and knew how to do her right.
"M-more… aagh— need it so bad… oh~" You choked out helplessly, you were overwhelmed. "That’s it, fucking cum for me.. do it now." He ordered, he didn’t need to ask twice. You immediately squirted and let out a loud, soft cry of his name.
"SHIT- FUCK!" He groaned out and came right after you, he slid his hand to your pussy and roughly pressed his thumb against your clit in circular motion, prolonging your orgasm.
he then slumped on top of you, both of you slick with sweat and cum. "That was fucking crazy. You’re incredible, babe. I think i’m gonna have to keep you, yeah?” He joked. But you seriously needed him. "Sure." You said, he paused for a second, his eyes slightly wide before a smirk formed on his face. "Oh really? Well fuck then, you’re mine. So get used to me being a dickhead?" He chuckled, you chuckled, he’s an asshole, but you can fix him.
