Tick of the Clock
Driver x afab!reader - 2k words
Follows on from Kiss, Gloves and Lips / can be read as a stand-alone fic
∘₊✧ Summary: Driver pulls up outside your place with a plan. He intends to kiss you and eat you out without coming in his pants - because he wants to come in you this time.
∘₊✧ Authors notes: We love a premature ejaculation story over here at ken-dom dot tumblr dot com, and we also love a filthy, needy Driver with unsettling habits, so I pulled out some of my favourite tropes and hope this scratches a good bit of the Driver itch ;) title from the soundtrack
∘₊✧ Content: nsfw, masturbation, in public (empty street at night in his car solo, a desolate location with reader), kissing, oral (Driver giving), glove kink, cream pie, premature ejaculation, slightly unsettling and/or creepy thoughts and behaviours
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He’d thought about it nonstop. Every waking moment since your last date, driving through the night together, your lips wrapped so warm and wet around him, the way you looked so pleased with yourself, pleased with him…
The longer he thought on it, the more he felt this indescribable burning urge to show you what he was really capable of. He was sure could make you breathless, make your toes curl, make you see stars… more than he already had.
As much as you seemed to like the idea of him cumming in his jeans, untouched, while you made out or while his fingers were buried inside you, he wanted more than anything to take things up a notch.
So he took matters into his own hands, quite literally, and pulled up outside your house five minutes early. Far enough away from your window that you wouldn’t spot him and come out to meet him early, too.
He was already hard in his jeans when he turned the key in the ignition, plunging the car into silence and the street around him into darkness. He took off his watch and carefully fastened his watch to the steering wheel with steady but eager hands.
Four minutes left until he was supposed to pick you up.
Checking the rear view and side mirrors with shrewd eyes, he unzipped his jeans. A slightly shakier hand slipped inside, familiar gloved fingers wrapping around his already dripping length and stroking fast.
He could feel his release approaching in waves after only a few pumps of his fist, while he switched from watching your front door to the time ticking by until the second you’d step out of it.
Three minutes.
Driver stiffened. Your drapes moved. He slowed his hand, the toothpick wedged between his teeth twitching upward between his clenched teeth.
A swift sensation of relief swept through his gut; you were only glancing out to see if he was here yet, but you couldn’t see him, partially obstructed behind a tree in the darkness, so you left the window, letting the drapes fall back into place.
Driver spills then, hot and fast, hips rutting up to meet the pumping of his fist as he drops forward, bracing himself with one hand tightening around the steering wheel as he shoots his release up over his jacket.
His jacket? Fuck.
He breathes through it. It’s dark where you’re going, you probably won’t notice. He smirks. Even if you do notice, knowing you, you’ll probably think it’s hot.
One minute.
Still breathless, he hurriedly tucks himself back into his jeans and straightens himself up, the last few seconds on the watch disappearing into the past as he tries to snap out of his post orgasm haze.
He turns the key to bring the engine back on and steps out onto the street on slightly shaky legs, to lean against his car.
He’s still fiddling with fastening his watch back onto his wrist when you appear in your doorway.
You smile over at him as you lock up and his heart jumps in his chest. You look so good. So fucking good. And you’ve been so eager for him to arrive, looking out of the window, noticing him before he had a chance to knock. Oh, just you wait.
As is usual, Driver doesn’t speak when you greet him, he just locks his eyes on yours and his lips twitch up into a lopsided smile.
You smile back. ‘Hi.’
And then he pins you to the passenger side, lips firm and commanding on yours for just a moment before he reaches around to unlatch the door and guide you in.
He smirks to himself again as he makes his way back around to the driver’s side, smug. Although he feels a little twitch in his jeans from your kiss, he’s able to ignore it well enough that it doesn’t take hold. So far so good.
As the car pulls away from the curb, you slip a warm hand over his, fingers intertwining on the stick shift.
Driver swallows hard, pressing his foot down and focussing intensely on the road. He wants to get where he’s taking you faster.
The warm glow of the streetlights cast shadows over his handsome face, alternating between angelic illumination and something a little more… sinister. You watch him more than what’s passing outside the car. You have no idea where you are, or where he’s taking you, and you don’t care. You’ll go anywhere with him.
He pulls up slowly in a secluded spot that sinks you into moonlit darkness. There’s nothing around. No streetlights, no other cars. Nothing.
Before you can lean across to initiate another kiss, he’s stepping out, stalking around to your side of the car with purpose in his step. For a moment you’re not sure if he’s coming to escort you somewhere private to make out or somewhere secluded where no one will hear your scream.
He opens your door and offers you a hand and leads you around to the bonnet, snaking his arms around your back and lowering you to the hood before tossing his toothpick to the floor.
He pauses then, just gazing at you all beautiful, splayed out over the hood of his car just for him… he clenches his fingers into a fist, the leather squeaking as he releases them. He’s so glad he came early.
After sufficiently taking you in, he steps toward you and gently grips your ankles, spreading your legs to settle himself between them, leans over, pins you down, and closes his lips over yours.
It’s dangerously possessive, needy even, and you vaguely wonder if he’s hard yet, leaking into his jeans like he usually is by this time in the evening.
The thought vanishes, though, when he pins one of your arm above your head and trail kisses down your exposed throat.
You writhe beneath him and he chuckles under his breath.
Pausing, he watches your face closely while the fingers of his free hand ghost between your thighs.
‘Yeah?’ he breathes against your swollen lips, and you nod.
‘Yeah.’
There’s a moment then, his eyes burning into yours that feels like it lasts forever. Your core clenches at the intensity of his gaze and he lets out a steadying breath.
‘Get comfortable,’ he breathes, letting go of the arm he’d pinned down.
You slide up a little further to prop yourself up on your elbows as he stands and takes his time unfastening your pants and slipping them off with your underwear, admiring every inch of you with those tender gloved hands until your bare skin shivers against the cool night air.
He stands motionless then as his eyes trail over your hips, your glistening folds, your bare, spread legs,
He licks his lips unconsciously and reaches to slide off his jacket.
‘Leave it on,’ you breathe, and you swear you see something glitter in his eyes.
He can feel the pull of arousal deep in his core again. He’s lasted this long. He can get through the rest. Right?
He traces his fingers over your ankles before grasping them again, pushing them up until your knees are bent and you’re completely exposed to him.
Slowly, he lowers himself to the hood and dips between your thighs, licking a slow, bold stripe through your folds.
He feels the tremble it sends through your body and does it again, and again, before focusing in on that bundle of nerves he knows will cause fireworks if he treats it just right.
Your thighs close around his head, his tongue circling so delicately you almost sob with pleasure, and as if it isn’t overwhelming enough, his still gloved fingers tease at your entrance, slipping one inside and curling just right until your back arches and your head drops back.
He slips his free arm over your hips to keep you still, and he almost moans at the fight he has to keep your hips from rutting against him.
Every moan you let out, every breath laced with a whine of bliss, sends a shockwave of sparks to his core. He feels his cock twitch again, stronger this time, and completely helpless in the confines of his denim, the taut fabric giving him just enough friction to finally moan into your pussy. But not quite enough to get off again. Not quite yet… he really should jerk off outside your place before a date more often if it helps him last this long.
He eats you faster, feeling the way you’re shuddering, pleased with himself that he hasn’t had to give in yet despite the way this feels like kissing times one thousand, the way you taste, the way you’re reacting…
The feeling between his thighs begins to grow. He’s recovered enough to get hard, and he can’t stop it from happening.
You cry out into the night, so close he can taste it, and he knows no one can hear you screaming out here, which sends another thrill right to his cock.
Shit. He’s hard.
He doesn’t know if he can hold it very much longer, not with you about to come undone on his tongue.
It’s all too much, too intense now, and just before you’re about to cry his name and let him feel your release, he pushes himself up face to face with you, clumsily unzips his jeans, and pushes his length inside you with a low, almost inaudible growl.
His jaw slackening and eyes rolling back tells you he’s ready to come, but he’s fighting it with all he has.
He stills, clenches his jaw, tries to focus on you. On your pleasure.
He’s prepared you so well, though, that you’re not far behind and he feels you clenching around him, your nails clawing at his jacket.
You pull him as close as you can manage at this angle to whisper words of complete relief in his ear; ‘Come for me.’
And that does just that. He crushes his lips to yours, arms closing tight around your body as he pulls back and slams his hips into you, fucking into you so hard and fast you cry out again, strangled, and with the sound ringing in his ears, he fills you with his hot release at the exact moment your own orgasm takes hold and squeezes every last drop from him. He'll never forget the way it feels to be buried in you like this, however brief.
He collapses on top of you, legs too weak to pull out just yet, and you hold him to your chest, feeling him tremble as he comes down from the high.
Eventually he manages to crawl down enough to pull his jeans back into place and stand weakly, completely awed at the sight of you, still spread for him, spent, his seed dripping onto your thigh. He could keep you like this forever.
He guides you up with him and helps you to dress, then wraps his arms around you again as you sit up against the bonnet. Slowly, he kisses you with the most gentle pressure you’d ever known. It wasn’t a passionate, hungry kiss, it was a thank you.
‘Wanna come to my place?’ he asks, voice cracking half way. You’re not sure whether it’s nerves or exhaustion.
You nod. ‘Yeah. Yeah I do.’
He averts his eyes and breathes a disbelieving sigh.
You hop off the hood to take the passenger seat, ready to disappear into the LA night with him once again.
