adam driver characters x reader

paterson x reader (mature)

The morning light streams through your window and warms your face as your eyes flutter open. You stretch carefully, not wanting to jostle your sleeping husband who has his arm wrapped around you protectively. You smile happily when you remember that it's Saturday which means it's is his day off and you slowly wiggle out from underneath his arm then head to the kitchen to start the coffee. When it's finished brewing you pour two mugs, head back to the bedroom, and the sight in front of you melts your heart into a puddle. Paterson is cuddled up into the comforter, his mouth open, and light snores coming from him. You place the coffee down on the bedside table and carefully straddle his waist, leaning down to gently peck his lips but he doesn't stir, still snoring. You start to trace his plump lips softly with your finger and his eyes start to flutter open. 

"Good morning." You whisper, kissing him softly. 

"Good morning." He mumbles, his voice husky with sleep.

"How did you sleep?" You ask, pushing some of his messy hair out of his face. 

"Good." He says. 

"Are you excited for your day off?" You ask, resting your chin on his chest. 

"Very. Do you have any plans?" He says. 

"I have something in mind." You say, a small smirk coming to your lips. 

You immediately feel warmth flood in between your legs and you bite your lip as Paterson slides his hands to your hips, squeezing them tightly. 

"What's that something?" He asks, wanting to hear you say it. 

"You." You say and he quickly flips you over, you now underneath him. 

His fingertips trace your skin, making goosebumps rise across it. He kisses you deeply, his rough and calloused hands sliding under your shirt and gliding across your skin. 

"You're so beautiful." He mumbles, his lips leaving feather light kisses across your neck. 

He comes back up to crash his lips into yours, his plump ones melting into yours like they were made for each other. He nips at your bottom lip and you tangle your fingers in his soft raven hair, tugging on it and making him moan lowly. You gasp into his mouth when his thumb draws lazy circles into your clothed center, your wetness becoming apparent on your pajama shorts. 

"Who did this to you?" He asks, pressing your forehead's together. 

You can't respond, your breath stuck in your throat.

"Who?" He asks again, stopping his movements all together. 

You whimper and take a shaky breath. 

"You!" You gasp when he slides his fingers past your shorts and underwear, teasing you gently. 

Paterson has never been the bold type, shying away from confrontation when it arises and never really sticking up for himself but when it comes to the bedroom, he becomes a whole different person. And you love it. 

"That's right. Me and only me." He says. 

You almost moan at his words, the fire in your stomach burning hotter and hotter by the second. You grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head and he does the same with yours, his large hands massaging your breasts and his thumbs teasing your sensitive nubs, making you arch your back into him. Your hands run across his toned chest and stomach, his muscles flexing under your touch. He drags your shorts and underwear down your legs agonizingly slow, his eyes never leaving yours. 

"Baby please." You beg, needing some kind of friction to release the pressure mounting in between your legs. 

"Please what?" He asks innocently. 

"Please just do something." You basically cry, pushing your hips into him. 

He chuckles lightly and massages your thighs and digging his fingers into your hips. You're a whimpering mess, desperately trying to get him to touch you, or trying to push yourself into any part of his body. 

"So impatient my love. We need to work on that." He says softly, his fingers inching closer to your center. 

You almost sob when his fingers tease your entrance and slowly slide into you then curling to exactly where you need it. You dig your fingers into his biceps as his hand continues to work at a steady pace, making you buck your hips into his hand, your clit hitting his palm. His free hand pinches and rolls your nipple in between his fingers and you see stars.

"Oh god!" You cry, feeling your climax racing toward you like a freight train.

But then he stops, making you want to smack him. 

"Not quite yet." He says, shimmying out of his boxers and lining himself up at your entrance. 

He sinks himself into you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes screwing shut until he's completely filled you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You say, no other words forming in your brain. 

"Shit." Paterson grunts, his hand steadying himself on the headboard above you. 

His hand falls to your clit, rubbing tight circles into it. 

"Oh!" You squeal, and Paterson grabs your leg hooking it around his hip, making him hit your g-spot repeatedly. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, just small moans leaving your mouth as he fucks you senseless. Your legs are shaking violently as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. 

"Fuck I'm gonna come." He says, digging his fingers into your hip. 

You cry in response, your high finally crashing over you, turning your vision white and making your toes curl. He moans loudly as he releases into you and you ride out your aftershocks together with his sloppy, slow thrusts. He falls into bed next to you, the both of you breathing heavily as your muscles continue to twitch from your release. 

"I'd say that was my best day off ever." He says after you've both come back to earth.

"I definitely agree." You smile, cuddling into his side as your eyes flutter shut to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

A/N: woahhh this was sexayyyyyy. i kinda like this different side of Paterson. you're welcome :)