Adam Sackler x Reader Compilation

There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

Fandom: HBO's Girls

Tags: Jealousy, Brief Non-Con Element, Femdom, Oral Sex

Published: 7/29/19

Prompt: Anonymous #1 asked: Adam Sackler and the J for jealousy prompt. We know he can be a *little* unhinged sometimes...
Anonymous #2 asked: Reader x Sackler, featuring [cunnilingus]/face sitting, pretty please! :D

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

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"Take off your clothes," he murmured after kissing you. "And crawl to my bed."

You'd been introduced to Adam Sackler three months ago at a theater-friend's birthday party. You knew who he was. You'd seen him in a few plays and indie movies. Mostly, you remember him in a short film called Full Disclosure. It had been more soft-core porn than anything. Though, there were some poignant parts.

But this didn't feel poignant. "What?" you asked.

Adam had called you the day after the party to ask you out. He'd been sweet, a little nervous. Truthfully, you'd been jittery as well. You met him at a taco truck the next day for lunch. Together, you'd wandered through Prospect Park with greasy hands and full stomachs. He told you about his sister's failed home-birth and his little niece everyone called Sample. He'd even shown you the photo album of her on his phone.

"Crawl to my bed," he repeated.

"No." You pushed at him, pissed he would order you like you were cheap Chinese takeaway. "What the hell's wrong with you? Are you high?"

He barely moved, and his huge hand wrapped around your arm just above the elbow. He pulled you to him. You braced yourself against his chest.

"No, I'm not fucking high. I just want you—"

"Oh, I heard you the first time. We don't do that shit unless negotiated."

His face screwed up. "There's nothing to negotiate. I wanna watch you on your knees. I wanna fuck you on my bed!"

"And I'm saying no!"

He yanked you forward this time, his grip just this side of bruising. You could tell he had every intention of kissing you. You put your hand right over his mouth. He kissed your palm instead, like that was going to make the situation better.

The first kiss with him had been on the bridge above the Hudson Theatre stage during a rear-of-house tour he'd been giving you. That first kiss had been slow and easy and perfectly timed, like he could read your mind. His goatee had tickled a little, and you recalled smiling against his lips.

He'd smiled back as he'd asked you, "What?"

You now stared into his lovely brown eyes. "Why do you want me to crawl?"

He shrugged and mouthed at your palm. You let your hand drop away to rest on his chest. He stared down between your bodies. His nearly black hair curtained the sides of his face.

"Adam," you whispered. "Do you do this with all your girlfriends?"

He shook his head. "Not all of them."

"So, most of them."

He lifted a broad shoulder in half-ass confirmation.

You shook you head at yourself and at him. It had been a long night. You came for the last performance of the play he was in, A Taste of Honey, and had gone to the wrap party with him. Not that you stayed by his side for the whole party. The fawning theatre-groupies had figuratively elbowed you back, and you didn't want to seem like a neurotic girlfriend. You let him have his fun while you mingled with the other partygoers.