DESPERATE — DRIVER X FEM!READER — ONE SHOT
summary: driver finally comes back early in the morning after a long day, injuries still fresh on his messed up face, and yet the first thing he thinks of is coming back to you…. and getting between those thighs.
tags: one shot, smut (oral fem receiving, kissing and the usual…MDNI 18+ only), detailed injuries
It was… late. You waited nearly all night, but at the same time— you weren’t surprised. He always did this. Promising he’d come back early and get it done with quick, all to break it anyway. It was like he knew he’d never keep his promise, but only lied so you wouldn’t worry too much and wait up. But you did anyway, and he knew that too.
You sighed, finally turning off the lamp at your bedside table. The darkness wrapped its arms around you, filling the space which was once driver’s. Pulling your pillow down, you carefully lowered your head onto it. It was hard to not look at the door every five seconds, hoping for something.
After a few seconds of silence, you finally forced your eyes closed. Every little sound in the room, like the air con continuously humming or the clock ticking every second— brought the urge to peel open your eyes just to check.
Vivid images of Driver slowly opening the door, careful not to wake you in case you were asleep, filled the blankness of your mind. Precise and measured steps towards the bed, a hand creeping up to push the hair out of your face. All these thoughtfully designed scenarios working together to bestow a warmth within you.
A faint, involuntary smile played on your lips, as the many images running through your mind slowed down as you began to finally drift off into a deep slumber. Oh, how you missed him.
You were quickly pulled out of your peaceful state, as cold fingers skimmed across your face, lighting a path of electricity down your cheek with how chilled his long fingers were. Groggily, your eyes flickered alive. The fog lifted from your eyes, and the shadows melted into the comforting, familiar face you had been longing to see.
Except, Driver’s face was messed up all over— a busted lip, cuts and bruises a shade of deep plum painted his cheeks and eyes, every little bit swollen and stiffening in a way that felt heavy. Your eyes widened, as if trying to take in every single detail.
Tenderly, your hand reached out and cupped the side of his face. Driver winced at the contact, before settling into it as the flushed and pulsing heat from his face transferred to your hands. The feel of his sandpaper rough skin was a stark contrast to the velvety softness of your palm.
“What happened? We should do something before it gets any worse—“ you said quickly, legs about to move when his hand clamped down against your thigh, locking it in place.
“No. I want you first.” Driver mumbled, puffy eyes already tracing down your body, gaze landing exactly where he wanted you most.
Your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach. Gosh, you missed him so much. A whine threatened to escape your lips, plump thighs attempting to close as the ache between them worsened.
His hand on your thigh flexed, his other hand joining to push your thighs apart. “Keep them open, please.”
Driver leans into kiss you, but you pull back, placing a hand right over his chest. “You can’t just come back at this hour, looking like you’ve been through hell, and expect me to shrug it off—“
His eyes gaze longingly into yours, searching for a moment, occasionally drifting away before finding its way back to yours. “I’m sorry.”
Driver pauses, and the two of you just stare at each other. You wanted him so bad, and you could tell he wanted you equally as bad. It would be so easy to just say fuck this— and give in. The both of you just wanted each other in every way, no words for the night, just each other.
That’s kinda how it is at times. But this time, things would be different. As much as you wanted to get lost in him, you wanted an explanation. You wanted confirmation. All you wanted was to just be able to stop worrying for a second and know that he’d be okay. It would make all of this just so so so much better.
“Don’t worry about me.” Driver says slowly. He always said things like this, and you hated it every time. How could you not worry?
“I need you.” He exhales, head dropping to your shoulder. Your hand can’t help but move up into his hair, stroking softly. You lean in, lips brushing his ear.
“You look terrible.” Laughing against his ear, he pulls away and gives you some sort of a small smile, kissing your temple.
Cupping Driver’s face, you kiss parts of his face— careful not to kiss the sore spots. His thumb locked on your thigh started absentmindedly rubbing small circles, his eyes closing and his lips parting.
Eyes fluttering open, Driver sunk his head back down to your shoulder, then kissed up your neck, all the way up to your ear. “Please. I don’t want to think right now. I just want to feel you.”
You find yourself nearly letting out a soft moan at his words, hands finding their way back to his hair. You nod. “I missed you.”
His feather light touch skimmed across your skin, making your thighs clench as his hand secured a place on your inner thigh. Driver kept leaving tender kisses down your neck and chest— gentle yet it carried that desperate yearning he could no longer conceal after being apart from you for so long.
“Do not leave again…” you mumbled, head falling back against the pillow as his hands tug at your panties. “Don’t leave me, not after this..”
Driver’s eyes just flicker up to you, watching the way your eyes roll back. “Lift your hips,” he murmured, body moving down yours.
You follow as he asked, and with that, he pulls the already soaked panties off. As his body moved further down yours, the darkness of the room began to consume him again, but not enough to the point you wouldn’t be able to see that wrecked face.
He didn’t even bother to clean up or deal with the mess. He’s dealt with far worse injuries according to him— and not everyday does he get to have your taste flooding his mouth.
The way he went straight for you— with no hesitation, just clean precision, as if this had been on his mind for a long time. Your legs wrapped around his neck. Driver reverently licked a stripe up your clit, letting out a quiet groan, which then sent vibrations against you.
After the first taste, driver went straight in. His tongue flattened, licking into your clit. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he stayed completely in focus. Your back arched, hands flying into his hair and tugging hard.
A low sound escaped him as you pulled on his hair, and you loosened your grasp, worried you were hurting him especially after he came back like that.
Driver pulled back just enough to speak. “Don’t stop.” He grumbled, hands spreading your thighs said a bit more for him. “It doesn’t hurt.”
You were still hesitant, of course, but you listened. He then dove in again, sucking on your clit gently, as if trying to hold himself back. His eyes fluttered closed in bliss, attempting to slow his own frantic pace down a notch so he could spend time appreciating your sweet taste.
His mouth worked hard between your thighs. Driver’s tongue finally slipped out again to thrust slow and deep inside of you, causing you to gasp sharply at the sensation.
By the time Driver had two fingers curled inside of you with his mouth still on you, your thighs were trembling violently around his head. You couldn’t help but let out a series of soft moans and whimpers— alternating depending on how hard he’d go on you.
His hips bucked helplessly against the bed as you cried his name out in particular, sending heat below. The both of you bordered on desperate— with your hips grinding hard against his face, and his hips chasing friction that wasn’t there.
Driver didn’t let up even as you could feel yourself getting close. Your thighs clamped around his head, warning him of what would come. You couldn’t seem to tell him verbally, as every sound you tried to pull out was incoherent.
Your wetness smeared across the tip of his nose and chin, all while his tongue flicked rapidly over your now swollen clit.
With one loud and final sound, your back arched off the bed as you gushed against his tongue. Driver took it all unapologetically, licking you through the aftershocks.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as your legs collapsed onto the bed. Driver leaned in, pulling your head up as he pressed his lips against yours— letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
Driver’s hips twitched with the sight of you panting, but he dismissed his own needs and prioritised looking after you first. He pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, pulling you into his arms.
You curled up against him, head nuzzling his neck. His presence here brought peace to you, knowing that he was safe and in your arms. Hearing his breathing against your neck silenced out all the background noise, and you could finally close your eyes without having to stress over anything.
author’s note: heyyy!! i hope u enjoyed reading this. more ryan gosling’s characters fics on the way because yes i do love ryan gosling and all the different characters he plays!
