Adam Driver Character Imagines

~Reunited-Philip Altman-NSFW~

He shrugs playfully. "Only a minor one. What are you doing back in town?"

"I'm visiting an old friend." You give him a smile. "It's nice seeing you again though."

Philip quickly catches you by the wrist before you have a chance to leave. "Wait. Are you, uh, doing anything tonight?"

"Tonight? No. Why?"

He hesitates. "Do you want to get dinner with me?"

You blink at him. "You know what? Sure."

A few hours later, dinner was exactly where you found yourself. You had decided on a cute, little black dress and heels that complemented your legs nicely. Although you hadn't really considered it a date before, now that Philip was right in front of you, you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"A toast." Philip raises his glass of wine over to your side of the table.

"What to?" Your eyes glitter in the dim, romantic lighting of the restaurant.

He pauses thoughtfully for a moment. "To reuniting and you looking absolutely ravishing in that little dress."

"Still the old charmer I see." You muse as you raise your glass to your lips. "I take it you've learned from your high school experiences?"

Phillip chuckles. "The nasty bruise you gave me was a good lesson."

"Can I ask you something?" You glance up at him as you poke at your plate of warm pasta drizzled in white sauce. When Philip gestures for you to continue, you chuckle. "Why were you such an asshole to me in high school?"

He licks his lips and sits forward. "If you want the truth... I had the biggest crush on you."

Your cheeks begin to heat up and for some inexplicable reason, your heart explodes. "Is that so?"

"I'm not lying." He puts his hands up defensively.

"Didn't you have like, what, ten girlfriends?" Your brow quirks.

Philip laughs lightly, flashing his pearly-whites and heart-pounding dimples to you. "They weren't much fun. I just couldn't seem to land you, could I? And look at me now; I've finally got the prettiest girl in school on a date."

"And what exactly do you intend to do when this date is over?" Something inside of you just couldn't help but tease him further.

"Probably something unholy." He smirks.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you nearly drop your fork. You didn't know what else you were expecting from Philip, but it was just so unexpected. It still caused something to stir deep inside of you and heat to settle between your legs.

He seemed to notice your discomfort. Philip leans forward and with a low growl, says, "should we get out of here?"

You nod rather breathlessly and rise from your seat, following him out of the restaurant after he tosses down some more bills. The two of you had only been reunited for a day and you already owed him money.

The drive to Philip's house was a massive blur. You remembered his hands caressing your thighs as they skated over them teasingly. His hands were big and rough, but that only managed to turn you on even more.

Before you know it, Philip is carrying you into his bedroom with your legs wrapped around him and your mouths sloppily attached. His tongue licks into your mouth, giving him access to roam around and explore it. It draws a soft moan from your throat as you tangle your hands in his dark locks. The moan turns into a squeal as he tosses you onto the bed. You kick your shoes off as he does the same, before practically tackling you onto the mattress.

His hands grab onto your ass, pulling you into his lap. The kisses you two shared were hot, sloppy, passionate, and practically dripping with lust. Philip tries to keep his lips on yours as long as possible as his hands slip up to your zipper on the back of your dress. He tugs the dress down to your hips, revealing your bare breasts to him.

Philip grips your wrists and leaves a trail of kisses down the valley in between your breasts. You moan and lift your hips to tug off the remainder of the dress. You feel his hands skate down your sides as his tongue traces around your nipple and connects the dots in between your little beauty marks scattered here and there. Your fingers fall to his shirt and you begin to quickly unbutton it, revealing his toned torso.

The shirt joins the pile of clothes on the floor, followed closely by his dress-pants. Philip pulls you back onto his lap. From that position, you could feel his hard-on against your thigh. You subconsciously grind your hips against his growing bulge, causing him to groan.

"Don't tease." He growls into your mouth.

Smirking against his lips, you drop one hand. Your fingers trail along his abs and down the v-shape flanking the trail of dark hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. Through his underwear, you press your hand against him and begin to palm him. Philip's hips buck in response to your touch. He was getting irritated.

Without warning, you are thrown off from his lap and onto your back. He flips you over onto your stomach with ease and grabs onto your hips, pulling them back as he gets to his knees. Philip practically rips your panties off and trails his finger along your slit, watching how you clench in response.

"Already so wet for me." He smirks. "Perfect."

Philip suddenly plunges his fingers into your cunt, pumping them in and out steadily. His fingers curl to lightly graze your g-spot, causing you to moan and press your hips back into his hand. With every thrust of his fingers, you were getting closer and closer to your incoming peak. He was just so intoxicating.

"Are you getting close?" He snarls although he already knows the answer.

"Yes-" you pant as your face twists "-please."

You gasp and whine in protest as Philip withdraws his fingers. He cleans them off and hums softly, making sure you heard what he was doing. You hear him reach into his underwear and pull free his aching cock.

A loud, sharp moan escapes your lips as your back arches and Philip thrusts into you. You had never felt anything like it. The way he stretched you out and seemed to hit the perfect spot every time. Philip's massive hands grip onto your hips, yanking you back to meet his powerful thrusts. His grunts and groans push you over the edge. Your back arches further from the mattress, pushing your breasts into the plush comforter. One of his hands slides up your back, pushing you even further down.

"Fuck," he hisses through grit teeth. "Good girl."

"Philip," you moan with your cheek pressed against the bed.

His hips slam into yours. The sound of skin on skin is only matched by the heavy panting and moaning filling his bedroom. The head of his length slams into your cervix, drawing out a lewd whine and a whimper from you.

"I'm close-" your nails dig into the comforter.

"Me too." He groans. "Cum with me."

Philip's thrusts become sloppier and sloppier by the second. Although you couldn't see him, you could feel that he was nearly there. As your walls clench around him one last time and you release your impending orgasm, Philip does the same. You feel his hot cum filling you up and dripping down the backs of your thighs as he pulls himself out of you. You felt glued to the bed with your chest heaving and your fingers still dug into the sheets.

He chuckles at the sight of you and crawls over as you fall onto your side. Philip's thick fingers run through your hair, brushing it out of your face. He props himself up on his elbow and leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"You're beautiful," he says quietly.

You manage to beam at him with your flushed cheeks and shining forehead. Pulling him closer by his shoulders, you press your lips against his. Philip wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss. He caresses your cheek and allows you to lay your head on his broad chest. You could hear his heart beating steadily and it made you calm.

You couldn't believe that the boy who you had punched in high school had bought you ice cream and this was where you ended up.