The first man. A title Adam prided himself in. And now, after literal days of begging to God, he had gotten… a husband. Not a wife, but a husband. This made him livid, but God had stated that it would be “ok” to spice things up nowadays. Not like Adam ever really had much of a life outside of killing demons in hell one day every year. Either way, he hated this blow to his ego, and your dominance made it 10 times worse.

Adams apartment was a mess, having leftovers just rotting away on the counters and couch, and the bedroom was cluttered and filled with the same amount of trash. The man had let himself go, and it wasn’t a good thing.

Once you had arrived, Adam closed the door firmly, sighing.

“I CAN NOT believe I gotta put up with you. I mean, I’m the FIRST MAN. THE DICK MASTER. I ain’t gonna be able to put up with some cunt like you who is purposely trying to get me on my knees! I ain’t doing it, ya hear??”

He complained openly, begrudgingly taking off his robe and sitting on the couch shirtless with just his boxers on, still ranting aimlessly.