summary: he’s quiet, but you don’t mind that, especially not when he kisses you the way he does
warning: kissing driver (yum), tall driver (yumm), protective driver (yummm), slightly steamy after the kiss, laced with fluff
note: if i ever see this man, someone has to hold me back. that’s all
word count: 2.2k
he’d taken you to the river again. a place that clearly meant a lot to him and a place that now had a special place in your heart. like usual, he knocked on your door, leaning against the door frame as he waited for you to answer. as you did, he perked up slightly, standing straighter with his hands tucked away in the pockets of his scorpion jacket. you love that jacket.
“hi.” you smiled, one hand still holding your door open as you grabbed your keys off the hook and switched off the lights.
“hi.” he replied softly, stepping aside to allow you to come out. you locked your door, looking back at him with a soft smile. he was already wearing a similar one.
you walked side by side towards the elevator, your arms occasionally touching as you kept in step with him. he hurried forward at the last second, pressing the down button as you came to stand next to him. all that you could hear was the soft hum of the elevator reaching your floor as you glanced over at him. he did the same before bashfully looking away.
as the doors opened, he let you in first before pressing the ground floor button and watching the doors slide shut. you stood side by side again, your eyes darting across the doors in front of you, doing anything to distract yourself from looking at him.
the bell dinged and the doors opened once more to reveal the parking lot of your apartment building. driver let you out first again, following behind closely as you reached his car. he pulled open your door which earned him a polite “thank you” from you. it made him smile and avoid your gaze as he closed the door. it didn’t take him long to get into the driver’s seat.
on the drive to the river, it was quiet in the car. neither of you minded that, though. driver was usually quiet, but if you ever asked him a question, he’d answer. sometimes, he’d even ask you something. those were your favourite questions because he had asked them. with each question, you smiled at him sweetly before answering. you didn’t know it, but that was his personal reward for asking them.
when you parked up, he opened your door once again, offering a hand out for you to take. even as he closed the door, you held onto him. his palm was warm against yours, soft too. his other hand was tucked into his white jacket pocket, it was one of your favourite jackets of his. that, and the denim one that he sometimes wore underneath it, too.
your joined hands swung gently in between your bodies as you walked through the woods, the sounds of the birds and rushing water growing stronger the further along you went.
as the river came into view, driver let go of your hand to shrug off his jacket, laying it down on the ground for you to sit on. like you usually did, you thanked him quietly before sitting down and angling yourself towards the gap between the grass by the riverside. once you were sat, driver headed over to his spot and started skimming stones, counting the bounces and every so often turning to you when one went further than the last.
each time he turned around, you smiled widely at him, nodding in acknowledgment as he gave you a soft smile back. little did either of you know, when the other turned away, neither of your smiles dropped.
after a few more attempts, driver gave up with the stones and came to sit next to you. he stretched his legs out in front of you, leaning back to rest on his palms as you turned to face him fully. as he looked out over the water, you traced the outline of his face, following the curve down to his neck and shoulders. his arms somehow looked more toned in the early evening sun, the mixed tones of yellow and orange casting him in an angelic light.
“is the garage busy?” you asked after admiring him, needing to hear his voice again.
“yea,” he answered, turning his attention to you whilst nodding his head. “always something.”
“good.” you nodded as well, refusing to break away from his gaze until he did. you both looked over to the river, watching the gentle waves crash against the bank, warping the rays of the sun as they moved.
a comfortable silence fell over the both of you once more. you took it in turns to look over at the other, trying to avoid his eye and admire him just once more without him knowing. he knew. he could sense every movement you made, and he has done since you met. he didn’t mind.
it wasn’t until a breeze passed through the woods to make you shiver that driver made a move to stand up. he held out a hand for you as he softly said, “it’s getting late.” maybe it was, but you weren’t ready to go yet.
“okay.” you said simply, knowing that your time might be cut short, but you could do this again another day. maybe even tomorrow.
like on the way in, you were quiet walking back to the car. after he had helped you up, driver didn’t let go of your hand and let it hang between you two. as usual, his other hand was in his pocket. it didn’t take long to reach the car; you were already mourning his touch before he let go.
“thank you for bringing me here,” you started, watching as driver leaned against his car, pushing his gloves into his back pocket from his jacket. “i like coming here.” you admitted softly, watching as he tugged the leather down into the denim.
“i like coming here with you.” he said plainly, watching you watch him. he flexed his fingers before tucking his hands into his pockets. you looked up at him after that, realising how close you two were. his blue eyes were sparkling in the evening sun, the light catching just right to turn them an even lighter shade than usual.
you couldn’t help but blush slightly at his words, your cheeks warming as you quickly looked down at your feet. the leather of his boots were slightly scuffed, some marks of oil and god knows what else scaring the toe.
as he shuffled his feet backwards, you lifted your head to look at him again. he was still leaning against his car, his height slightly shorter than usual, but he still towered over you. before you realised, his hands were stretching out to grab your hips, pulling your body flush with his as his fingers dug into your skin.
you couldn’t help but gasp at his boldness, your hands falling onto his chest to ground yourself. the fabric of his jacket was soft under your palms, but you could feel the heat of his body easily. his scent was overwhelming, something between oil and diesel and something so him, you felt addicted already. this was the closest you’ve ever been to him, and you couldn’t help but wonder why it had taken so long.
“is this okay?” he whispered, his eyes casting down on your face as he tried to gauge your reaction; he’d never been one to do that well quickly.
you could only nod, looking into his eyes as his features softened. “yeh. yeh, this is fine.” you reassured him, feeling his right hand move from your side up to your cheek. his palm was soft against your skin, a contrast to how you thought they’d be.
driver brought his face closer to yours, watching you for any refusal, any unwanting of him being so close. all you did was move forward with him, never turning away from his eyes as you saw them soften the closer you got.
his breath was hot on your face and the hand still on your hip was pulling you even closer to him. his eyes dropped to look at your lips as his head tilted to the side slightly.
“please.” you whispered subconsciously, your voice almost coming out in a whimper. it didn’t take much convincing for driver to close the gap, his lips taking yours as he pressed a hard kiss onto them.
he was gentle at first, his thumb stroking over your cheek as your lips moved against each other. your body was being warmed by his and you already knew you needed him like this for the rest of your lives. you pushed one of your hands up and into his hair, tugging the soft blond strands between your fingers as he grunted slightly. he took that opportunity to pinch your side, waiting for your mouth to open in a gasp to push his tongue between your lips.
driver moved with meaning, his tongue pushing against yours as he whimpered at your taste. you felt like your knees could buckle at any moment. you grabbed at his jacket, keeping yourself upright. the hand in his hair moved to the back of his neck, almost pulling him closer to you as you kissed him harder and harder.
he started to move forward into you, using the hand on your cheek to keep your face close to his as he stood up to his full height. you gasped once more at the movement, having to stand up even straighter to try to meet his height.
“you’re so tall.” you commented against his lips, catching a quick breath before kissing him again. he only chuckled into your mouth.
you felt a loss of warmth when he moved his hand off your cheek, instead wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders and pulling you impossibly closer to him. you felt safe, comfortable. even with your back to the rest of the world, he was there guarding you with his life.
and he kept kissing you, kept pulling you closer and tasting you with his whole being. he took in your warmth, swallowed your whimpers when he kissed you deeply. he felt you grasp and clutch his body and clothing with your gentle hands, groaning slightly when you accidentally rubbed against his crotch.
he lost focus after that, letting his head subconsciously fall backwards as your lips trailed across his jawline. you pressed light kisses wherever you could, following the sharp line down to his neck and across his collarbones. the only thing that stopped you finding more skin was his jacket.
driver made quiet noises above you, his hands moving to grab your face and gently pull you up from his chest. your hands had fallen down onto his hips, thumbs caressing the slight bit of skin between his jeans and jacket that had been revealed. he rested his forehead against yours. he breathed in and out rhythmically.
“wanted to do that for a while.” he confessed, his eyes closed as he counted the strokes of your thumbs. once, a tap, then two strokes. once, twice and a third time. two taps and one last stroke.
“so have i,” you replied in a whisper, letting the faint sounds of cars passing by and birds flying above you carry the moment. “just wanted you.”
he gave you one of his soft smiles at that, opening his eyes to see yours shining back at him. he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, a complete contrast to the one he’s just given you, but it was welcome all the same.
“let’s go home?” you asked with anticipation, watching as his eyes flickered across your face as he nodded. he moved you both away from the car, just enough so that he could open the passenger side door he’d been pressed against. you settled down into the seat as he closed the door, making quick work of getting into the drivers side.
as he shifted the car into first gear and set off, you turned to look at him. you watched as his hands squeezed the leather of the wheel, listening to the sound it made before it was silenced by the engine purring. driver made it look easy, driving effortlessly through and around the puddles that were scattered across the abandoned concrete ground.
just as he reached the main road and pulled to a stop at a red light, he turned to look at you. he wasn’t surprised to find your eyes, having already felt them on him from the moment you set off. what he wasn’t expecting was the warmth of your hand on top of his own. you started to thread your fingers through his, so he unclasped the gear stick to let you.
your hands were soft, so soft and warm. they gave him a comfort that he didn’t know he needed, but now he wanted it forever.
the light turned green and the car moved forward again. it was a few seconds before driver moved his gaze from you back to the road, but you held it for as long as you could. you squeezed his hand twice, moving with him as he changed gears.
right here was where you were meant to be, you decided. here, with driver, under the warm orange glow of the streetlights as he sailed down the quietening roads.
because i’m a nerd, the strokes and taps spell out ‘you’ in morse code if anyone cares!!
summary: i don't know what this is i just needed to purge it from my brain. driver has a bad night, comes home to you and needs you bad style.
wc: 370
tags: fem!reader, driver with an oral fixation, so like...titty sucking but not?? it's not a mommy kink he just finds comfort in your tits in his mouth okay, pretty tame for your boobies being out
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You could tell it was a bad night as soon as Driver walked through your bedroom door. Backlit by the light he left on in the hall, he took up most of the doorframe. He had his jacket and boots already off, but a tension clung to him like a second skin. Shoulders tight, lips pursed, sweat still on his brow. You propped yourself up on one elbow as you watched him move, all even steps and slow breaths as he sat down on his side of the bed.
"Wanna talk about it?" you asked, placing a comforting hand on his back while he shucked off his jeans.
Driver shook his head minutely, and you understood. He hardly ever wanted to talk about what he did at night. But you always asked. Always allowed him that space if he wanted it. Your hand lifted away from him momentarily while he took off his shirt, but you didn't get the chance to return to your slow, sleepy petting of his back.
Instead, he turned his head only slightly to look at you over his shoulder. Eyebrows pinched together. A curve to his pink lips. Blue eyes glistening with something only you had ever been able to read.
He didn't need to talk. He didn't need to sleep.
He needed you.
You laid back against your pillow and eased your loose tank top to the side, revealing one of your breasts. Driver breathed a sigh of relief at the sight before completely crawling into bed beside you. Nestling himself against your side, he came face to face with your pebbled nipple, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Go on," you encouraged, tangling your fingers in his hair.
Driver attached his mouth to your tit instantly, giving a few long sucks of your nipple that made your breath hitch and your nails scratch at his scalp. He instantly relaxed beside you, body physically slumping as his free arm curled around your waist. He continued to suck for a moment more before he stilled, completely content to just have you in his mouth, nuzzling closer to you.
You smoothed out his hair and kissed the top of his head. "Just relax, sweet boy. Get some sleep."
the driver x irene elevator kiss scene terrorizes me day and night. driver kisses like a yearning, desperate, and passionate man who is capable of giving so much love and protection and softness and everything so much more. dont worry about the blood on the floor rn just listen to me are you listening to me
this was meant to be a quick reference sketch for myself but i'm fixating on it,,, god. i'm drafting a fic for them set in the PNW where the astrophage self-dwindles and grace is forced to sign an NDA + is set a few years after the events of drive (2011) they are sun + moon coded to me. i have many thoughts of the colour theory i will be utilizing for them.
