Squeeze me, Push me, Pull me (The Driver x Reader)
Info: 18+ (minors DNI), rough sex, possessive behavior from Driver, no use of Y/N. Reader is basically a stress ball for Driver to fuck his frustrations away. Tags for friens: @blade-driver for you! Enjoy!
You’d gotten a hint that today was one of the rougher days when you had stopped by the garage, only to be greeted with chaos. A horde of annoyed customers complaining about the mechanics taking too long, Shannon shouting across the garage for things to be done faster, and broken car parts scattered everywhere (one looking suspiciously like it had just been smashed to hell with a wrench). The only mechanic who was still there was Driver, who was tightening a bolt with a little too much force, and you knew he was miserable. He’d never had a problem when it was only him working in the garage with a decent workload- he could focus on the sound of metal on metal, engines rumbling nearby, and he could be completely in his element. It was when other people got involved that things got messy, like they usually did. Driver kept the radio and police scanner going during his side hustle for a reason, and people demanding for him to hurry up or do things the way they asked was the fastest way for his temper to come back with a vengeance. He couldn’t do anything about it with Shannon there though, and he didn’t exactly want to deal with the fallout of getting physical with a guy who kept demanding to know when the suspension on his truck would be finished so he could get the hell home.
It wasn’t until Driver got home from his other job that you really knew today had been rough. He threw the bag containing his cut of the job hard enough against the corner that you heard it thud against the wall, his eyes burning with a silent fury that only came when clients decided they didn’t agree with the rules he set while they were in his car. You gently got up, hoping to reassure him with a gentle hand on his arm, an offer for both of you to go on a drive through the city streets until he forgot what happened. Instead, Driver caught your wrist with one gloved hand, firm but not painful as he looked you up and down a few times. Before you had time to process, you were backed up against the wall as Driver kissed you hard. His hand moved from your wrist to your hair, tangling the strands between his fingers before tightening enough to hold you firmly in place while his teeth bit down on your bottom lip. He eventually pulled back enough to look at you, panting softly and slightly loosening his grip while you got a moment to recover. He didn’t say anything (he hardly ever did), slowly taking in your body language when you finally decided to cut through the silence. “If I need you to stop, I’ll say it.”
That seemed to do it; that permission was enough for Driver to push you harder against the wall and tug your head forward for another kiss. Even when he pulled back, it wasn’t for very long, deciding instead his time was better spent sucking hickeys into your neck and leaving bite marks on your collarbone. You’d reached out to grab his shoulders, slide your hand in his hair, but the moment your hands touched him, he was capturing both of your wrists in one hand. “Don’t move.” Driver muttered roughly, his breath puffing against the crook of your neck before he used his free hand to shove up your shirt. He squeezed and dug his nails into anything he could reach- thumbs roughly going over your nipple before he grabbed a handful of your chest again, scraping his nails down your side until he grabbed your hip tight enough you could feel the beginnings of tiny bruises. Driver’s hips pressed up against you from behind, a small moan escaping you when his lips found the right spot on your neck- only to get the hand that was in your hair covering your mouth, ice blue eyes burning into you. He didn’t need to tell you to be quiet; you could tell just from the way his fingers slightly dug into your cheek that he didn’t want to hear you.
Once you nodded your confirmation to him that you’d stay silent, already feeling slightly dizzy from arousal, Driver removed his hand and brought it down between you to undo his jeans. Your hands twitched above your head, eager to help by removing your own clothes, but a slight squeeze of your wrists reminded you not to move. Tonight was just stress relief, grabbing and pushing and pulling and sinking all of his frustrations into your body so he could leave them behind. Driver wasn’t completely selfish- he was less patient than usual, but still made an effort to prep you. One finger quickly became two, scissoring apart as you bit down on your cheek to stay quiet. He wouldn’t actually punish you if you did make a noise, but it added an extra challenge that made your core pulse with desire. The fact that Driver hadn’t removed his gloves yet added to the pleasure you felt, the unusual texture of leather inside of you making you shiver. After long enough, he pulled his fingers out from you, taking a second to drag his eyes over your body. You could feel his hand on your wrists squeeze a bit, silently giving away how much he was affected by the sight of you. It made possessiveness coil low in his abdomen as he looked at you; hickeys already blooming on your neck, seeing you pressed against the wall, staying still and silent just because he told you to be… it was almost good enough to make him want you like this all the time.
Driver quickly snapped out of his brief daze, his eyes hardening with focus again as he let go of your wrists to hold your hip instead. “Don’t move your hands,” Driver murmured lowly, his voice rough and low, before he slammed into you. You rarely ever heard Driver lose control; you would just feel it, but tonight you could definitely hear it. You could hear it in the choked grunt that escaped his throat, the way his breath shook ever so slightly with each heavy exhale… and you definitely felt it. He moved roughly tonight, hard enough to push you into the wall you were pressed up against, the only thing keeping you from sliding across the floor being the tight grip Driver had on your hip. You did your best to stay quiet, biting on the inside of your cheek until the only thing that escaped were muted whimpers and moans that clawed their way out of you- and you didn’t dare to move your wrists from where Driver left them, which rewarded you with him angling his hips just enough to thrust deeper into you. You could feel your orgasm coming quickly, and judging from Driver’s pace becoming less coordinated and rougher, he wasn’t far behind you. Soon, you felt him go still, slamming into you one last time as a low groan of your name escaped his lips- and the rareness of hearing him say your name was enough for your own climax to wash over you.
After a few moments of holding you in place and panting into your shoulder, Driver pulled back and loosened his tight grip on your hip. It took all of your energy not to collapse into a heap, your thighs shaking uncontrollably from the exertion- but before you keeled over, there was a firm arm wrapped around your waist to support you. “...C’mon,” Driver murmured lowly, guiding you over to the sofa to get you to sit down. A soft sigh of relief escaped you when you were no longer standing, and you tilted your head back as you listened to Driver move around. Eventually, the sofa dipped next to you with his weight, a gentle hand brushing the hair from your eyes before resting on your shoulder. When you cracked an eye open to look at Driver, you saw him slumped into the sofa, looking more relaxed than he had all day.
Maybe you would offer to do this with him more often. Letting him use your body to get rid of the day’s frustration. You certainly wouldn’t complain about a repeat performance.
