Adam Driver One Shots

Best Ever • Adam S x Reader

Warning: Sex

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It had been too long since Adam had the pleasure of being inside you. It hurt him to even think about your tight pussy or your soft, plump lips. He groaned and sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.

"What have you done to me (Y/N)?" He asked to himself and removed his sheet from on top of his naked body. His penis sprung free from the trapped sheets and, in it's hard state, stretched up to his belly button. He groaned and his hands twitched when the cold air surrounded his length. His hands went to his eyes and he rubbed them, trying to get your body out of his mind.

He contemplated calling you, but worried that you wouldn't want to come over anymore, not after his mistake.

He got up and walked into his bathroom, looking at his disheveled reflection. He noticed his erect penis and sighed. "Fuck," he groaned, "there's no fucking way this is going to go away." He chuckled to himself and walked back to the bed. He rested on his hands and knees on the bed, lifting a hand up to his hard length.

He rubbed up and down and hissed. Letting out a deep groan, he continued to rub up and down his length; his hands clenching, his grip tightening on himself. His face scrunched and his toes curled. It was good. So good. But not as good as you. You were tight and hugged his girth well. He rubbed faster and moaned louder.

His moans got louder and his hand sped up; he was close to climaxing.

But a knock on the door echoed through the apartment.

So he dropped his head on the bed and slowed his breathing down. He dropped his hand and tried to control his erratic breathing. He stood up and nearly came right on the spot when his hand brushed over his erection. He picked up a pair of shorts and slid them on over his penis, being very careful not to touch his hard cock.

He wiped his hand on a nearby towel while he walked to his front door. "Who is it?" He called, throwing the dirty towel down on the table.

You took in a deep breath, almost nervous to see him again after what he did. "It's me Adam." Your voice broke through the door and he froze.

He pulled the door open and looked down at you. "What do you want?" He asked suddenly. He watched your face turn red when you looked at his chest.

You swallowed. "I think I fucked up." A stray tear fell from your eye and you wiped it away. Adam looked at you with worry and moved aside, letting you into the small house. "I think I fucked up big time."

"Why? The fuck did you do?" He asked, turning around to face you as you sat down in a chair, facing away from him.

You fiddled with the zipper of your bag, mumbling over and over again "I fucked up Adam, I fucked up." You wiped your eye again and sniffled. "I nearly killed someone." You turned and faced him. "But just so you know I didn't actually kill them."

"W-What?"

"My boss pushed himself on, he told me I didn't do my job and wanted to punish me." You paused and took your bottom lip between your teeth. "I was in no fucking mood and was already angry about things and threatened him with my knife."

"Jesus fuck (Y/N)." Was all he said.

"It was self defense, so even if he goes to the police I'll just tell them that. I doubt they'll believe me but I don't give a shit anymore." You stood from the chair and walked over to him, standing in front of his towering form. "Anyway, the main reason I came here was to hide away from everyone."

"Why? Why would you want to do that? And why come here?" He asked.

"Because everyone in my life is treating me like shit and I want a break. And, as far as I'm aware you're the only person who hasn't hurt me majorly, despite what you did with Hannah." You dug through your bag and took out an envelope that held one-hundred dollars in it. "If you allow me to stay with you I'll pay the rent for this place."