Adam Driver One Shots

Pained • Adam S x Reader

Warning: Self-harm

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The steam from Adam's shower drafted through the door cracks and all you wanted to do was join him, but you didn't want him to see your scars, they made you feel weak because you let yourself get down to a point where you wanted to end it.

You lay on the bed, pulling the blankets up to your shoulder and faced away from the shower. You felt so insecure in that very moment.

He was very handsome, any woman would fall in love with him for his looks; and his length. When you managed sleep together, away from Hannah, he would have his top off. You could see his abs from a mile away and it was heaven. He looked like a God, whereas you were more of a slob that was covered with ugly scars.

A few tears pricked at your eyes.

You heart sped up as the bathroom door opened and the steam escaped the small, enclosed room. You panicked and wiped at your eyes to rid of the tears.

He walked out drying his hair when he noticed your body rocking slightly with sobs and erratic breathing. He dropped his towel from his hair and watched you. You felt his gaze on your back and turned your head to look into Adam's eyes.

You smiled weakly. "Hey."

"The fuck is wrong with you?" He asked and watched you as he rounded the bed and stood in front of you. You were practically at crotch height. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was looking down at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Nothing, I'm fine." You spoke but your voice was weak.

"The fuck you aren't." He crouched down and looked into your coloured orbs.

"Just," you sighed, contemplating whether to tell him. "It's nothing." You shut your eyes.

"It's not nothing, tell me what's going on." It was almost a command.

You took in a sharp breath and shut your eyes. "It's just stuff."

"What stuff? Please tell me." He pleaded, taking a softer approach.

You let out a shaky breath of air. "As a kid I had horrible thoughts; controlling thoughts." You explained.

"And it's happening again?" He furrowed his eyes brows and asked. "The anxiety and depression and OCD and stuff you told me about? I've seen what you do sometimes, you either constantly clean or rub your hands together."

You scoffed, "don't remind me please."

He huffed and took your body and rolled onto the middle of the bed with you under him. "It'll be ok you know." He spoke softly and his eyes drifted down your body.

"As fucking if, do you even know how hard it is to deal with this stuff?" You asked with a shaky voice, almost on the verge of tears.

"I don't know ho-"

"Then don't say it'll be ok." You pressed your lips together and looked to the side, away from Adam's eyes looking straight down at you.

"At least let me try and help you." He spoke softly and you succumbed to him, giving him the answer he wanted. "Thank you."

Your eyes found his and a tear escaped your (E/C) eye's, "I-I just wish I didn't have to go through this anymore."

He wiped the tear away. "I'm here for you, I'll help you when you go through your hard times." He moved a piece of your hair and rubbed your cheek.

"And I'll help you when you throw one of your tantrums." You giggled.

He scoffed playfully, "excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow and brought his hands to your stomach; tickling it. You laughed out loud and tried to hit his hands away but it didn't work. He was laughing and you looked into his eyes. His face was soft for once, instead of his scowl or tied look. He had a smile that spread across his face and it just made you want to stay like this forever.

"S-Stop!" You cried happily, and swatted his hands away. He stopped and looked down at you.

Adam pressed his lips to yours in a slow, soft kiss. You melted into his kiss and he deepened it. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and you wrestled for dominance.

He broke away to breath in air and, seeing as you were still smiling at him, you started to tickle his sides. His stomach muscles tightened and he held his laughs in. He chuckled a bit but held your hands on the bed. "Stop fucking doing that!" He whisper-yelled.

"Doing what?" You asked seductively attempting to move your wrists away from his iron grip, but failed.

He gestured to you, "doing that cute thing you do with your body, and tickling me!" He said, letting out a deep, throaty laugh.

He pressed his lips to yours again and you fought to regain power of your hands. Eventually he caved and let go of your hands and placed his on your stomach, rubbing over each small scar that you had created. He pulled away again, "you did these didn't you?"

You gave a small nod and Adam kissed you passionately again. His mouth drifted down, kissing your neck, your shoulders and your stomach. Kissing each and every scar.

He kissed back up to your lips and started passionately all over again.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and played with the hair at the back of his head. His hands went to your bra, which he pulled off over your head. He brought his knees in and sat between your legs, deepening the kiss. Your kiss became more passionate and you pulled the towel off his hips. He slipped off your underwear and looked into your eyes.

"Are you ok with this?" He asked, caressing your cheek.

You nodded.

He picked your body up and placed you on his bent legs. He lifted your legs and placed you onto his length. You moaned into his mouth as he filled you up. You groaned when you where full and rested your head upon his shoulder. The pain was sharp at first but went away shortly. "Does it hurt?"

You nodded slightly. "But I've been through worse."

He lifted you up and down, careful not to hurt you. He kissed your neck and nibbled the skin, giving you goosebumps. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with his hair. He leaned forward and dropped you carefully on the bed. He continued to enter you and you felt his tip push against you womb.

"Fuck." He groaned, thrusting into you harder.

You felt his member grow as he grew closer to his climax. Your back arched and you ran your fingers through his hair and down to his cheeks. You were moaning loudly when you climaxed and fell flat against the soft bed.

"Fucking hell." He moved underneath you and rested you on his chest.

"Your welcome." You smirked. Your finger tracing circles around his nipple.