so Driver absolutely has an oral fixation right... now just imagine Driver with a male reader where he can just kneel between their thighs cockwarming them and idly sucking on their dick...
It’s literally Christmas for me. This ask. I’m gonna make out with you for this (not really, that’s weird). Driver is a sweetie as always :)
Driver watched you walk through the door of your apartment from the couch in the living room.
He'd been in your apartment for the past 30 minutes, waiting for you to get home. For some reason, he was agitated and kept pacing around— wouldn't stop pacing for 20 minutes straight.
He eventually forced himself to sit down on the couch and wait for you to come home, hoping that'd be sooner rather than later.
He almost sighed in relief when you walked through the door, watching tensely as you shrugged off your jacket and threw your keys on the counter.
"You here?" Your voice called out as you walked from the entrance hallway into the living room, your head down as you scrolled on your phone. "Was wondering if-"
You stopped as you saw him sitting on the couch. Tensely. He looked off. Wrong in some way and you couldn't figure it out.
"What's wrong?" You asked and shut your phone off, putting it in your back pocket.
Driver squeezed his hands open and shut, not really sure what was wrong with him but he just couldn't find any words to answer you.
After a minute of thinking, of trying to force himself to speak, he gave up and just shook his head.
You sat down next to him on the couch, looking at him worriedly. "Something happen at work?"
Driver shook his head again, looked down and clasped his hands together. His agitation was getting worse the longer time dragged on.
You hummed at him sympathetically. "Oh, I'm sorry…" You said and reached a hand to brush through the hair on the side of his head.
Driver leaned into your hand, looking like a cat as he shuffled closer to you. He didn't realize he'd actually moved from his seat until he saw how much closer your eyes were to his.
"Tired, maybe?" You asked as you pressed your fingertips into the back of his head.
Driver sighed and shrugged. He really didn't know what was happening to him.
You looked him over a moment, noticing him watching his jaw work rhythmically and saw his tongue peak out between his lips to trace them.
You thought of something then. "Where are your toothpicks?"
Driver looked at you and you brought your hand from the back of his head to the nape of his neck, squeezing lightly. "I ran out…" He croaked. He bit his lip and then shook his head, "Couldn't get any today. Needed to come here."
You nodded in response. Makes sense why he's so tense, he relies on those toothpicks quite a bit— uses them to focus and relax— they're like a miniature sanctuary for him.
Driver looked down and squeezed his clasped hands tighter together as he licked over his teeth. Now that he'd started thinking about needing a toothpick, his anxiety was growing faster than he could handle.
"I don't have a toothpick…" You started and then trailed off, "But I could give you something to hold in your mouth." You brought your hand from his neck to his cheek.
Driver's eyes widened a fraction and he asked, "What?" He looked around the room, wondering what you were talking about.
"Me." You told you plainly, "Just use me." You traced his features with your pointer finger, helping him relax and he felt his eyes flutter shut for a moment.
"You…?" Driver asked confused. He leaned into the finger tracing his face— he loved when you touched him like this.
You chuckled and said, "Yeah, me." You glanced down at your lap and then up at him, hoping he'd get the idea.
It took him a moment but then Driver's face reddened at what you were suggesting. "You don't… You don't have to…" He tried but his eyes were locked on your lap, glancing between your belt and zipper.
You leaned forward and kissed his nose, "I want to help." You pulled your hand away from his face and tossed one of the decorative pillows laying on the couch to the floor in front of your feet.
Driver looked down at the floor, face still red, then up at you and bit his bottom lip in anticipation.
He got down onto the floor, sat on his knees atop the pillow and put his hands on your thighs.
You caged his body between your legs and pulled open your belt. "We don't have to do anything," You whispered softly to him. "Just want you to relax, okay?"
Driver nodded and squeezed your thighs as he waited for your to shrug down your pants.
He saw your bulge and had to tighten his hold on you to not whine out loud. Driver shifted on his knees, getting a little closer to you as he waited for you to pull down your underwear.
You put your belt on the couch next to you, and then pulled your underwear down to where your jeans were bunched on your thighs, right above your knees.
Driver swallowed and then brought his hand towards your length, moving cautiously, as if you'd slap him away, tell him no.
You didn't stop him, you encouraged him with a hand in his hair. You brushed your fingers across the top of his head as Driver wrapped a hand around you.
You hummed and smiled down at him, "Go ahead." You were always so sweet to him. So encouraging and understanding.
Driver looked into your eyes a moment, imploring you to know how grateful he was, before focusing on your hardness.
He slowly dropped his head down and wrapped his lips around the head of your dick.
You sighed above him. "There you go…" You spoke quietly.
Driver glided his tongue along the underside of your length and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. This wasn't for you, this was for him.
He hummed at the feeling of your soft skin in his mouth, and felt his free hand relax against your abdomen. He kept his other on the base of you, keeping you where he wanted.
Driver swiped his tongue side to side across the underside of your dick, feeling you grow harder in his mouth.
He pushed his head a little lower, pushing you deeper into his mouth and groaned at the taste.
You bit your lip and massaged his neck with a hand to stop yourself from doing anything.
Driver pushed down until he could feel your tip hit the back of his throat, making him hum, before he slowly pulled up.
You tasted good.
He moved upwards until he nearly released you from his mouth. Driver swirled his tongue around your tip, licking up the precum as it leaked out and letting his spit fall from his mouth onto you.
You couldn't help groaning as you felt and watched him do this. "Baby, just use me, don't tease." You begged him as you scrapped your nails lightly up his neck and onto his scalp.
Driver hummed and dipped back down, putting the head entirely in his mouth and felt you twitch.
He ducked his head a little lower, taking you a bit deeper into his mouth and then stopped entirely.
Driver sighed through his nose as he felt his shoulders untense.
"Feel better?" You asked and brought your free hand down to interlace your fingers with the hand he had placed on your abdomen.
Driver squeezed your hand in affirmation and you squeezed back gently.
You two sat there in silence for awhile: You carding your fingers through his hair, and Driver holding you in his mouth, feeling his anxieties slowly fade away.
After about 10 minutes of sitting there, you were softer in his mouth, and without thinking, Driver sucked.
You gasped and then laughed lightly. "Warn me next time," You teased him and he squeezed your hand in apology.
Driver laid his head on your thigh, keeping hold of your dick in his mouth as he did so.
Driver lightly flicked his tongue back and forth across your skin idly as he relaxed more.
He closed his eyes and swallowed some spit, feeling your length twitch in his mouth as he did so. "Sorry…" You said a little sheepishly.
Driver hummed around you and opened his eyes to look at you. He looked at you lovingly, not at all angered by you moving in his mouth.
You sighed with a little relieved, content smile. "You feel better now?"
Driver nodded as much as he could, wanting to show you he meant it.
You pulled your hand away from his hair and put it on his cheek. "I'm glad," You whispered and then added, "I love you."
Driver sucked you in response and watched you groan and throw your head back against the couch cushions.
"I'm gonna cum if you do that…" You told him after you recovered. "That is one teasing way to say 'I love you' back to someone, isn't it?" You joked and wiped the corner of his mouth where drool had seeped out.
Driver squeezed your hand to get your full attention.
You looked down at him with a questioning tilt of your head.
Driver sucked again as he made eye contact with you, watching you bite your lip.
"You sure?" You got what he was saying. Of course you did— you always did. "I told you we didn't have to do anything, I meant it."
Driver sucked again, this time ducking his head lower and pushing more of you into his mouth.
"Okay, okay," You gasped. "If you're sure."
Driver hummed and squeezed your hand before bobbing his head up and down your length.
You watched as he left spit trailing across you, thinking he looked so good like this.
Driver squeezed the base of your dick with the hand that had been around you from the beginning and heard you moan above him.
Your hips stuttered upwards for a moment before you stopped them.
Driver hummed at you, and you wondered if you were understanding right.
He hummed again as he licked around your length, letting more spit fall from his mouth, and waited for you to do what he wanted.
You complied, gently raised your hips in time with his bobbing, and he felt your tip hit the back of his throat a few times. He groaned at the feeling and tasted your precum on his tongue again, making him whine.
Driver was on a mission now. He was going to repay you for letting him use your dick to calm himself down by making you cum.
Driver didn't have to wait long, you had been growing more sensitive the longer his mouth had been on you, and with a stuttered jerk of your hips, you came in his mouth.
Driver held onto the base of your dick as you came. As he felt your cum hit his tongue, Driver sucked harder, getting as much cum down his throat as he could.
Driver lapped up the excess cum he hadn't been able to get into his mouth after pulling off of you, and licked his lips to gather anything else he missed.
You looked down at him dazedly before asking, "Shower?"
Driver placed both of his hands on your thighs and pushed himself up enough to reach your face before connecting his lips with yours.
It was a gentle kiss, a 'thank you', and Driver pulled away with a small smile.
"Shower." He nodded and helped you stand, pulling your pants and underwear up enough so you could walk normally to the bathroom.
You took hold of his hand as you walked together and joked, "Well, if you ever run out of toothpicks…" You intentionally trailed off and saw Driver silently laugh next to you, squeezing your hand in response.
A 'yes' to this happening again. It must be Christmas.
