SkyMedia - Smut & One Shots

*Smut* Adam and y/n

A/N - Anotha one. 

Also -  THIS IS SUPER KINKY. 

*Y/BF/N = Your best friend's name*

"Wasn't the ceremony just beautiful?" Y/BF/N sighed happily after we were seated at our designated table, and Adam pulled my chair out for me like a gentleman before sitting down to my right.

"Oh, it was absolutely perfect. Can you believe [Y/N] here caught the bouquet? I guess that means you two are next!" Adam's dad winked from his seat next to Adam's mom, causing me to nearly choke on my champagne.

"I, um, we haven't really talked about...that yet," I stammered, relaxing slightly when Adam placed his hand on my knee and squeezed it lightly in reassurance.

I was uncharacteristically nervous being in the presence of so many important people in the boys' lives in such an intimate setting, and I wasn't in the right frame of mind to even think about Adam and I taking the next step in our relationship, much less discuss it with everyone on his aunt's wedding day.

Adam, having sensed my unease at being put on the spot, immediately turned the conversation to the stunning cake and rustic decor, leaving me to take a moment to down the rest of my glass and collect myself. He was so good at reading me and always knew exactly how to make me feel as comfortable as possible while I continued to adjust to life as Adam's girlfriend; like then, when he drew slow circles on my upper thigh as he chatted mildly with the other guests at our table.

After another glass of champagne, some time to loosen up, and safely away from the amount of traffic it took to get to the wedding, I was feeling much more relaxed and finally ready to let loose and have some fun.

But I wasn't the only one.

The waiters were walking around with plates of appetizers and I was deep in animated conversation with Y/BF/N about the floral arrangements her mom designed herself when I felt Adam's fingertips sliding ever so slowly up my thigh.

I attempted to angle my legs away from him so that Adam would get the hint that he needed to calm down, but his nails dug into my skin the moment I tried to move, keeping me in place. Shifting my sight slightly to the right I saw Adam use his free hand to pretend to reach into his pocket, when in actuality he just subtly adjusted the tablecloth so that it was now covering my lap from view of anyone who would happen to walk by.

"...And I never thought tulips and peonies would go together so well but it looks like I was wrong! Oh, babe, you should get some arrangements made for your entryway and I know just the place to get them done," Y/BF/N turned her attention to her boyfriend excitedly, completely oblivious to Adam's actions despite the fact that she was sitting directly next to me.

Adam's hand continued its descent underneath my dress, a shiver running down my spine as his fingers brushed against the dampening silk between my thighs. I fiddled with the bouquet on the table in front of me as I tried to clamp my legs together, but Adam wasn't having it. He quickly balled his hand into a fist to stop me in my tracks and ran his knuckles down my clothed slit, prompting me to bite my lip in order to prevent an unintended moan from escaping my throat.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I hissed into Adam's ear as plates of steamed clams were set before us, and I forced out a strained smile to the waiter as he passed by none the wiser to the fact that Adam was currently a thin piece of fabric away from entering me in the presence of close to one hundred people.

"I have three words for you babe," he whispered before somehow getting the clam meat out with only the use of one hand and tossing it in his mouth, "vibrating cock ring."