A Dangerous Game: NSFW Alphabet Drabbles
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes- I was intrigued by the idea of doing the NSFW alphabet for Adam and Lilith but knew I couldn’t do it in the traditional way, so I decided to do it as a series of drabbles in my “A Dangerous Game” universe. started these before Chapter 13 and I know the Hair drabble is wrong (because Kamilah’s hair is short in the past) but I’m going with it anyway. Like my previous drabbles, these jump all over the timeline, though they all take place after Chapter 7 of A Dangerous Game and they vary wildy in tone. Sofia, my Zig MC, makes a cameo as well and my HC is that she and Lilith are childhood best friends.
Rating- NSFW
Pairing- Adam/Lilith
Summary- A take on the NSFW alphabet in the form of a series of drabbles.
Words- 3898
A = Aftercare
Adam shifted us so that he was on his side and I was nestled against him, my back pressed against his chest.
“Mmmm…” I sighed, nestling closer. I hadn’t expected to him be a cuddler but it was always like this, he took such care and consideration with me, treating me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Adam asked in a low voice, his hands tracing gentle patterns on my bare skin.
“Only a penny?” I teased, deflecting the question. “Aren’t I worth more than that?”
“Forgive me, I remember when a penny would buy you a whole newspaper of thoughts,” he said with a laugh. “Of course, I remember when the copper penny was introduced.”
“And I don’t even remember penny candy,” I commented, “But I do remember getting a $1 to spend on candy when I was small.” I smiled at the memory. “There was a convenience store next to my parents’ shop and I used to race over there any time I got money. Mama used to scold me and point out I needed to learn the value of savings, but Dad would laugh and say I was only young once.”
Adam was silent, but a glance at his face showed me he was listening intently. Not that I was surprised, he always listened when I opened up, which happened a lot when we were like this. I never set out to do it, it was just so comfortable and the stories just poured out and I found myself sharing more and more with him.
B = Body part
“I like this dress,” Adam told me, even as he undid the zipper on said dress, letting it pool to the floor. “I especially like how your ass looks in it.” As he spoke, his hands cupped my ass, squeezing gently.
“I do think you are an ass man,” I teased, pressing my back against him.
“Maybe I am,” he agreed, “and yours is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” His voice lowered into a seductive note. “In fact, I’d like to see a lot more of it. Get on the bed, on your knees.”
“What do I get in return?” I asked even as I pulled away from him to discard my bra and underwear.
Adam smirked as he quickly discarded his clothing, distracting me for a moment “You get to enjoy my cock buried deep inside of you, which we both know you love, and don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan to make you scream.”
C = Cum
“I wish this was enough,” Adam commented as he thrust into me hard, his hand firm on my thigh, keeping my leg in place on his shoulder. “I wish I could fill you up and put a baby in you and that the procedure tomorrow would be unnecessary.”
There was a rawness to his words, a rare vulnerability.
“It’s just a procedure,” I assured him, the words coming out in gasps as he continued to pound into me. “It’s a nameless donor… This will be our child…”
“I know that,” Adam dismissed, his hand wrapping in my hair as he bent over to kiss me, my leg still draped over his shoulder, slowing his pace as he did so. “It’s not about the child. Of course, they will be mine. It’s about the idea of another man’s seed inside of you.”
The possessive confession was a lot sexier than it should have been and I clutched at him. “Well, that’s tomorrow. Tonight, take what is yours. Fill me up, Adam.”
He let out a low growl and then he increased his pace, once more thrusting hard and fast inside of me until we both came, screaming each other’s name, my body pulsating with release as he spilled himself inside of me, marking me as his.
D = Dirty Secret
“What’s your most regrettable hook-up?” I asked, trailing my hands along Adam’s chest as we lay in bed, wrapped up in one another. Adam was so good at coaxing information out of me that I wanted to turn the tables a bit.
“Come on,” I pressed when he remained silent, “you’re 350 years old, you must have had at least one regrettable sexual encounter.”
“I was merely trying to figure out how to best answer your question, not avoiding it,” he assured me, his hand resting on my lower back.
“And…?”
“I killed a woman once,” he admitted, “it was an accident, a regrettable lapse of control. I’ve never made that mistake since.”
I stiffened, horrified by the revelation and by the casual way he mentioned it. “Well, that is one way of putting it.” I agreed, subtly shifting away.
Or I would have if he hadn’t tightened his arms around me, holding me close. “You did ask,” he reminded me. “I’ve never hidden the reality of who I am from you, Lilith.”
I knew he was right. It was just… “Couldn’t you have said Priya or something?”
Adam grinned, “I hate to break it to you, but Priya is many things, however regrettable isn’t one of them.”
E = Experience
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Joey Murphy?” I teased, as I grabbed at my husband’s tie, pulling him in for a kiss. Adam had been in a mood since we’d run into my high school boyfriend.
“You were lovers.” It was a statement, not a question. I wasn’t sure how he’d figured that out, but the jealousy was definitely out of place, though kind of amusing.
I rolled my eyes. “I feel like that is a sophisticated word to describe my relationship with Joey. It was high school. Kid stuff.”
“And how many Joey Murphy’s were there?” Adam inquired, his arms wrapping tight around me.
“Are you asking for my number?” I asked and then paused, doing the math quickly. “Nine, not including you.” I grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to return the favor. Can you even count that high?”
“No reason to be catty,” Adam teased, his hands running over my back, his lips trailing over my ear and neck, “it’s all in the past.”
“I know,” I assured him, pressing myself closer to him, my fingers running through his hair. “Besides I’m not complaining, after all, I’m the one benefitting from all that experience.”
F = Favourite Position
(This is a continuation of B)
I climbed on the bed, giving my ass a quick shake as I did so. I heard the low growl and grinned, lightly gripping the headboard in anticipation.
“Look at that perfect ass,” Adam commented as he joined me on the bed, his hand rubbing over it again as his body blanketed mine. His other hand slipped between my thighs, teasing me. “You’re dripping in anticipation,” he purred, “I’m not the only one who likes this position.” He lined himself up against me, his hands gripping my hips as they did so. “I do love taking you like this, It lets me admire your ass, but it also lets me get my cock deep inside of you.”
“Yes…” I moaned as he slammed into me. “Ohhhh…. Yes….”
G = Goofy
“What happened?” I asked Sofia in concern, noting the bruise on her leg.
She waved it off with an embarrassed smile. “There was… an… incident last week. We kind of fell off the couch and I bumped into the coffee table.”
“I guess that’s a mood killer.” I teased, taking a sip of my coffee.
Sofia shrugged. “Not really. When you’re in the mood, you’re in the mood right? We did laugh about it though.”
My fingers tightened around my cup. I couldn’t imagine how a similar scenario would play out for Adam and I. First of all, couch sex would never happen, but there was such an intensity to Adam, and at that moment I felt a deep stab of envy for the spontaneous intimacy that Sofia had with Zig.
H = Hair
“If I become a vampire, I never have to shave again?” I mused, “no more waxes or anything like that?”
“Yes,” Adam agreed, obviously amused by the turn of conversation. “But if you do make a choice to change then you have to live with it.”
“Are you saying you regret your grooming choices?” I teased, my hands slipping between us as I talked. “I’ve always wondered… I mean, I’m assuming that you weren’t always so well groomed.”
“No,” he agreed, sighing a little as I began to rub him. “But standards change, and so did personal grooming habits and that was one change I was happy to make. I was also glad to get rid of the full beard.”
“I can’t even imagine that,” I admitted, “but I’m also definitely not complaining about your grooming habits.” I sped up my hand movements. “Just a little envious.”
I = Intimacy
“Lay down,” Adam instructed and once I obliged, he joined me on the bed. Though to my surprise, he positioned himself at my feet.
He placed a kiss on my ankle and then slowly worked his way up, his hands sliding up my legs.
“I am going to kiss every inch of you,’ Adam promised, his tone low and seductive, “help ease all of that tension and make you forget your terrible day.”
I trembled at the promise and at his touch. This was when Adam was at his most dangerous, when I came closest to coming completely undone, not just sexually but emotionally and that was a very, very scary thought.
J = Jack Off
“You never masturbate?” I asked in disbelief and rolling to my stomach as I gazed up at him.
Adam merely shrugged.“I am three hundred and fifty years old, Lilith, I can control my urges and I do not feel the need to get myself off. It is much preferable with a partner. Even when I was human, I always preferred that method and I never lacked female companionship.”
I could see that. I was that even when he was human, he’d been devastatingly charming.
“What about you, sweetheart?” Adam countered, running his hand over my bare back. “How often do you pleasure yourself?”
“Not that often,” I admitted, “but sometimes when you are away…”
“That sounds promising,” Adam said in a low voice, lifting me on top of him. “And what do you think of when you pleasure yourself.”
“You,” I confessed, “always you.”
K = Kink
I arched into Adam, meeting him thrust for thrust, feeling myself getting closer to the edge, when he suddenly slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming achingly slow.
I could feel the excitement building in my stomach knowing what was coming next.
Adam placed a gentle kiss on my neck and then he plunged his fangs into me, at the same time resuming his previous pace. The waves of pleasure quickly overtook me and, as always, I came hard, seeing stars as I screamed his name.
L = Location
“There is a perfectly good couch right there,” I protested as Adam lifted me into his arms and carried me up the stairs.
“But our bed is larger and more comfortable,” Adam reminded me, “and no risk of us being interrupted.”
“That sounds nice,” I agreed as he pushed open the bedroom door.
“I think we can do a lot better than ‘nice’,” Adam promised as he set me down on the large bed.
M = Motivation
Lilith’s lingerie can be found here
I sashayed across the room, making sure Adam was watching. I hid a satisfied smirk at the way his eyes roamed my body, taking in the red silk and black lace bustier and matching panties that I wore. His eyes filled with heat, like I had known they would when I picked this set out.
It hadn’t taken me long to pick up on Adam’s taste. He liked tasteful and expensive. I hadn’t forgotten the dismissive way he had spoken of my cheap cotton pajamas the first night he’d been in my bed. Cheap wasn’t Adam Vega’s style.
It had taken me awhile to adjust to lingerie that cost as much as a month’s rent, but it was just another reminder of how much my life had changed. Senator’s wives didn’t wear underwear that they bought at Target, after all.
I took my time dressing, aware of Adam’s gaze on me as I did so.
“Can you zip me up?” I asked innocently.
He crossed the room quickly, his body oh-so-close to mine as he did as I asked. “I’m going to spend all night thinking about what’s under this dress,” he said in a low voice, his breath tickling my neck. “But I imagine that’s the point, isn’t it, my darling?”
I stayed silent as his arms wrapped around me pulling me tight against his body so that I could feel his arousal. “That’s a dangerous game, Lilith,” he warned, “because I always play to win.”
N = NO
“I don’t share,” Adam reminded me, his hands parting my thighs, his teeth scraping my skin. “You are mine.”
“I know,” I assured him, fighting back a moan of pleasure as his fingers slipped inside of me with a skill that could only come from centuries of practice. “No one else could ever compare anyway.”
There was a triumphant light in his eyes as they met mine. “Good.”
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
I undid Adam’s belt and then eased his pants off.
He was watching me carefully, obviously intrigued by where this was going. I pushed his boxers down along with his pants, taking his hard length in my hands, his sharp intake of breath letting me know that he enjoyed my touch.
I dropped to my knees and leaned forward.
“Lilith,” he groaned, digging his hands into my hair. “You don’t–”
“I want too,” I assured him, Adam had done this for me many times in the short time we’d been married, but this would be my first time taking him in my mouth. Normally, he controlled our intimate encounters, taking the lead, but I wanted to do this.
With that in mind, I took him in my mouth, licking and sucking, taking him as deep as I could and taking pleasure in the low growls he was making and the way he thrust into my lips.
P = Pace
“What do you want?” Adam asked me, his lips trailing a path down my neck and collarbone, his fangs grazing my skin, just enough to tease.
“I want you,” I told him, wrapping my arms around him, trying to pull him closer.
“You have to do better than that,” Adam told me, his hand slipping between my legs, teasing me once more. “Do you want me to take my time with you or do you want me to fuck you?”
I let out a little moan at his words. Both suggestions sounded amazing and they each had their place. Today though, I just wanted him.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, “fuck me hard.”
“Anything for you,” Adam told me as he entered me with one swift thrust and then began to do just what I’d asked.
Q = Quickie
“We don’t have time,” Adam reminded me gently removing my hands.
“We have a couple minutes,” I pointed out, reaching for him again. Then I paused, a thought suddenly occurinh to me. “Don’t you like quickies?”
“No,” Adam answered, covering my hand with his. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against his chest. “I don’t believe in rushing anything, Lilith, if something is worth doing, then it deserves to be done well.”
His hands traveled down my back. “Besides, I believe that anticipation increases the pleasure.” His voice was low in seductive in my ear. “You’ll spend the whole night thinking about me, about what it’ll be like when we’re back here, in our bed, and I promise, I won’t disappoint.”
R = Risk
“I suppose I can’t convince you to sneak into a broom closet,” I teased, though I knew the answer before Adam even opened his mouth. Adam rarely made love outside the bedroom and certainly not in a location where we risked getting caught.
“No,” he said and to give him credit, he managed to sound regretful. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you as soon as we get home.”
S = Stamina
“We can’t spend the entire day in bed,” I protested as Adam pulled me towards him.
“Why not?” He asked, his lips exploring the hollow of my throat. “We are newlyweds after all.”
I knew he was right. But…
“Well one of us needs real food,” I reminded him even as I sighed at his touching, shifting to give him better access.
“We can call down to the kitchen,” Adam said dismissively, “they’ll bring you food. No clothes needed.” His mouth traveled lower, lavishing attention on my breasts. “Unless you really want to get up.”
He pulled back then, looking at me expectantly.
“No,” I admitted, my body aching for him. “I don’t want to go anywhere.” I grinned. “I guess this is one of the advantages to marrying a vampire? Increased stamina?”
Adam grinned, moving to kiss me. “Sweetheart, this is just the beginning. I am going to make love to you over and over until you won’t even be able to think about getting out of this bed.’
T = Toys
“I’m going to guess that you don’t have a lot of experience with sex toys,” I teased.
“No,” Adam confirmed as he parted my thighs, his thumb moving to caress my sensitive nub, “and I’ve never seen the need for outside help. I’ve certainly never gotten any complaints.”
As he said that, he slid his fingers into me, moving them in and out at a dizzying pace that had turned my soft sighs into audible moans.
“What do you think, Lilith?” He asked, suddenly stopping his movement. “Do I need any outside help or am I just doing just fine on your own?”
“You’re all I need,” I assured him, impatiently arching into him, desperate for more. At my words, he resumed his movements, leaving me twitching desperately under him.
U = Unfair
[Continuation of M]
Adam’s fingers eased inside my underwear, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing as I tried to keep my face impassive.
He continued to converse with the man at his left, even as he teased me with his fingers. As he politely answered a question about budget reform, he slid two fingers inside of me, his demeanor never changing.
I tried to focus on my own conversation, fighting the urge to grip the table. I shot Adam a glare but that just made him move his fingers faster. God… It felt… I was…
And then just as I could feel the orgasm building, he stopped pulling his hand out completely and giving me a smug smile, obviously following through on his warning from earlier. He was a master of this game, but I wasn’t giving in. Not yet.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
“You feel so good,” Adam told me as he pumped himself inside of me.
“You do too,” I sighed, wondering how much more I’d be able to take. I rolled my hips into him causing him to groan. With Adam, it was all groans and low exclamations. His pleasure as tightly controlled as everything else about him.
“Come for me,” he encouraged, slipping his hand between us and playing with my clit, “I want to see you, hear you, feel you.” The combination of his words and actions was too much for me and it wasn’t long before I was doing what he asked.
“Adam!!!” I screamed as I came hard underneath him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
“So there is a room other than the bedroom where you’ll have sex,” I said in a teasing voice as Adam lifted me onto his desk.
“Are you complaining?” Adam asked, raising an eyebrow and moving to step back.
“No,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him back to me. “In fact, I’ve been fantasizing about you taking me on this desk since the first time I sat behind it.” The day he had proposed our arrangement.
“Is that so?” Adam asked easing my shirt over my head. “And what exactly did you imagine me doing that day when you sat there so primly?” He undid my skirt, slipping it down over my hips and onto the floor. “Did I touch you like this?” My underwear joined my skirt and Adam’s fingers explored my sensitive folds.
“Yes…” I moaned.
“That’s convenient,” he told me in a low voice, leaning forward to kiss me as he worked his fingers inside of me. “Because I had the same fantasy.”
X = X-Ray
“Have you ever measured yourself?” I teased as I ran my hand over Adam’s hard length.
He raised an eyebrow. “Should I have?”
“Aren’t you curious?” I pressed, squeezing slightly, noting the way he groaned. “I mean, haven’t you wanted to know how you compare?”
“Sweetheart, in 300 years I’ve never had any complaints,” he responded smugly, his hands doing some exploring of their own, “and I’ve never had any reason to be insecure. Are you suggesting I should be?”
“Not at all,” I assured him with a smirk, speeding up my movements, “just the opposite. I thought you’d enjoy the bragging rights, I mean you do like being the best don’t you, Senator?”
Y = Yearning
“What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sex?” I asked curiously.
Adam shrugged. “I don’t keep track. A few years, at least. There was a period where I was more focused on my solidifying my clan than anything else.” He looked amused. “Vampires aren’t like humans, Lilith, most of us learn to control our urges.”
“I just have a hard time imagine you going that long,” I admitted, “we have sex so often.” Pretty much every day unless Adam was in Washington.
“When you live as long as I have, it becomes less about the act itself,” Adam told me, “I think that’s one of the reasons Priya is so–”
“Murderous? Psychotic?” I filled in.
Adam laughed, “yes, though I was going to say predatory. After a while, the act itself loses its thrill, unless there is another element. For Priya that is combing sex and death and toying with her victims. Most of us don’t stoop to that level though and merely find other forms of pleasure, except with the right partner.” His voice was low and intimate, his hands caressing me. “It’s not the physical act I crave, Lilith, it’s you.”
Z = ZZZ
I rested my head on Adam’s chest, struggling to keep my eyes open.
Adam noticed too. He placed a kiss to the top of my head. “Sleep,” he urged, his arms wrapped firmly around me.
I nodded sleepily, ready to comply. I had gotten far too used to this, too drifting off to sleep after a satisfying bout of lovemaking, wrapped in the security of my husband’s arms. But how could that be true? How could I find security in the arms of a monster?
It was a question that I asked myself too often, but I wasn’t going to question it again. Not tonight, not when sleep was so close.
