⋄ tags: driver/fem!reader, use of pussy, spanking, impact play, possessiveness, jealously, dom/sub, cursing, dirty talk, public indecency, hair grabbing, roughness, driver would not do anything reader didn't want, consensual, safe words established, relationship established, pet names, overprotective
⋄ w/c: 2.6k
𝄞 song inspo: agora hills Doja cat, need to know Doja cat, tell your friends The weeknd, recognize by party next door
⋄ a/n: This is a request for one of my faves (@thiccbeef) thank you for requesting, you are the best and I loved writing this for one of my fave pebbles <3 & Thank you to @doctor-ryland-grace & @littlerobinette for looking this over, I appreciate it so much!
;; summary: in which driver has to put you in your place.
↳ Part 4 of my Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You series.
Driver's gloved hands rest on his legs as he idles outside of your job in his Malibu. He hates that you take the night shifts, but apparently the tips are better than day shifts. The compromise is that he must pick you up to ensure you get home safe with him.
You do not own a car and damned if he is going to have you take the bus so late in this crazy ass city. It would be easier for Driver to just take care of you like he desires. He has more than enough money hidden away. You do not need to work, but you are stubborn.
'I want to take care of myself, baby' you insist anytime he brings it up and you always get that adorable defiant pout on your face.
And since you've got him wrapped around your sweet little finger he always gives up easily. So, you bust your ass all night long. Only for Driver to pick you up and keep you awake between the sheets several hours longer.
Tonight, you are supposed to get off at four in the morning, but you are running late. It is unlike you so Driver is already concerned and tapping his foot against the floorboard.
But then you finally walk out of the building and once Driver spots your tired, but smiling face look towards him, he feels the tension in his shoulders relax. Good. You're okay.
You look utterly beautiful as always and seem to glow in Driver's eyes as he rakes a gaze up and down your body. The uniform you wear always looks much too hot on you–to the point he's fucked you in it a few times.
Unfortunately, he also watches one of your new co-workers, Jacob, walk out from behind you. The two of you chat for a moment and seem to be laughing about something. Driver watches Jacob stand way too close to you and brush against your shoulder casually.
Driver's ice blue eyes narrow and his hands move to grip the steering wheel as his jaw tenses. The fuck is this prick doing being so familiar with you? Did he not know you belong to someone?
A part of him wants to get out of the car, walk over, and shove this guy off. But he knows you would hate that and he does not wanna get you into trouble. Nor does Driver want to scare you.
Driver has put a few guys from your job in their place before. It isn't like he goes looking for trouble but sometimes it is unavoidable.
The point is moot anyways as Jacob turns to go back inside and you hurry over to Driver with an excited expression on your face. He already has the door unlocked for you and you slid right in as you do each night.
"Hey babe. Missed you." You say lightly, completely unaware of the frustration brewing in Driver.
"Missed you too." Driver mutters. His mind is still on Jacob and the way he stood too fucking close to you.
Driver waits until you are buckled in before pulling away and starting the journey back to your apartment. Maybe he can calm down on the way back.
Whilst Driver can be a man of few words, you can yap all night long which works since he adores the sound of your voice.
"God, work was so stressful today, but at least I had my favorite co-workers with me. They make getting through a shift so much better, you know?"
"Who was on shift with you?" He asks cooly.
"Oh.. Em, Reed, Misty, Jacob, and a few other people. Time just flew by with them."
He nods, distaste on his tongue at the mention of Jacob.
As if on cue, your phone lights up and you let out a small laugh. "Well, speak of the devil, it's Jacob. He wants me to text him when I get home safe."
Driver barely reacts. Internally, he wants to turn the car around and have a good long talk with this man.
He didn't need to worry about that. Driver took care of that and he didn’t respond well to anyone trying to move in on what belongs to him. You are his territory.
“Anyways," You continue, oblivious, "the customers weren't too bad tonight so that's good. But I just want to get home and snuggle with you.”
When Driver does not respond, you look over at him and finally notice he seems off. You can tell his entire body is on edge by how straight he's sitting.
Driver's mouth is in a tight line and he's holding the steering wheel like it personally offended him.
“What's wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“No.. you're not. You look displeased despite the fact I mentioned cuddling which you love."
“I'm heated."
“About?”
“Who the hell this Jacob character is because apparently, you're all about him.” Driver knows that it is not true, but the big green monster has a hold of him and he’s talking out his ass. You are loyal to a fault and have made it clear you would like to marry him someday.
You are silent for a moment, genuinely caught off guard by his jealousy.
“Driver, that is not true. He is a friend from work. Nothing more.. I mean as if I would even look at anyone else that way."
“Looks at you like he wants more."
“Does not! You're being ridiculous."
“Huh? Don't you remember the last creep from work? He harassed you until I stepped in and made him regret that real fast.”
You frown at that and let out a sigh.
Of course you remember. The visual of Driver walking into your job and roughly shoving your creep colleague who had been hitting on you and the other girls made you shiver.
He had been so hot and protective that night.
“Well.. I see your point, but Jacob is a normal guy. I don't get those same bad feelings."
"You trust too easily." Driver says, shaking his head. "You don’t see yourself clearly.”
"And you never trust anything."
"That's just good practice."
"Maybe it is."
After a moment you add.
"But, I trust you, always." You ask softly. "I think we've established that."
Driver tries to ignore the way your sweet words warm his cold heart.
"So, you'll tell Jacob to back off?"
"..I'll consider it."
Driver freezes at that, his hands flexing as he keeps his eyes on the road. The decision comes to him in an instant.
Without saying a word, Driver pulls off the main road. You watch curiously as he takes a bunch of streets and back ways you are not familiar with. The getaway man knows this entire city like the back of his hand.
Soon, the two of you are driving along a back way deserted road and he pulls over wordlessly. One glance out the window tells you this is a stretch of road covered by long tall trees and lots of untouched forest.
Driver takes in a deep breath and finally fixes his ice cold gaze on you.
"Get out of the car."
You blink in surprise.
"What? Here? But– we're on the side of the road and it's late as hell!"
“Please, out of the fucking car, sweetheart." His tone doesn't leave any room for agreement.
With that he gets out of the car and slams his door shut with a resounding thud.
In the rear view mirror you can see him striding to the other side of the car, his silver scorpion jacket glinting against the darkness.
You let out a huff as you push the door open to step out and stand. The brisk night air nips at your skin and makes you miss the warmth of the Malibu.
Head turning to the right, you watch Driver stalk towards you wordlessly.
"Driver, what are you thinking?”
He ignores you.
Driver grabs your arm just enough to twist you around and shoves you against the passenger backseat door roughly.
Then he grabs your hips with both hands and forces you to straighten so you are bent over with both hands pressed against the electric blue car.
You are immediately stunned and feel your face warm at this shameless position. As if to scandalize you even further, Driver yanks down the jeans pants you wear, leaving you only in your panties.
“Oh fuck, n-no this is too much, isn’t it?” You gasp out, yet you make no move to pull up your panties nor do you ask Driver to stop.
Driver takes a moment to trail his eyes down your alluring body, his cock twitching at the erotic scene of his lover so vulnerable before him.
This is hardly the first time he’s had you in such a dirty way. Hell, on one of your first dates you leaned over while he was driving and somehow managed to unzip his pants. You had the nerve to pull his cock into your mouth whilst he kept an iron grip on the wheel.
Driver knew you liked some kinky ass shit.
“Color, baby.” Driver rasps suddenly.
“Green.” You answer immediately, the word tumbling from your lips quickly.
The severe lewdness of the situation has you hot and bothered. Embarrassment drizzles on top of those emotions, but mostly you are thrilled. God, what if someone drove by right now? What would they think? The thought causes adrenaline and excitement to rush through your veins.
“Good.” Driver murmurs, grabbing at your sweet little ass and groping as he pleases.
Driver’s tongue darts out to lick his lips and he shudders slightly. He's excited, but he needs to calm down.
This is about teaching you a lesson and there will be plenty of time to screw you from behind later.
"Listen here, you've got a lot of fucking attitude tonight and it sounds like you’re forgetting whose in charge of you. Now, I gotta take time outta my night to remind you, angel.”
"D-Driver, that's not true, but can we talk about this at home?! Someone could come by any second." You stammer, your face hot at the reality of being so bare and exposed to mother nature.
Driver simply shrugs.
"If you don't want anyone seeing you like this then you shouldn't have provoked me."
"Didn't mean to baby, I swear.”
"Not another word until I give you permission,” Driver snaps, voice like ice.
".."
"Now, I don't like the way that fuck looks at you like you don't already belong to me. And I don't like the way you're acting like you're not the prettiest thing up in that place. So, I'm gonna fucking spank this ass till you’ve learned your lesson to my satisfaction. Understand?”
“Yes, Driver.”
“Say you belong to me. Hurry up.”
“I belong to you.”
Driver’s gloved hands come down swiftly and slaps your ass so hard it shakes. The feeling of the smooth leather hitting your supple skin so intensely is dangerously thrilling.
You cry out in pleasure, hands pressing into the car as the sting of his hand causes your pussy to grow wet in response.
Your reaction must please Driver because he places one hand on your butt and caresses. He's so hard now and straining against his boxers.
“That’s right. Good girl. Bet you’re already wet huh? Poor baby.”
You bite your lip and nod shakily in response, your body quivers as you gaze down at the ground. You still don’t have permission to speak, but if you did, you would ask for more.
“Again.”
“I belong to you!”
The second spank feels even better due to the sensitivity of your skin and you let out a high pitched moan. Your lace panties are now soaked and your nipples are stiff against the fabric of your bra.
“Doing so well, pretty girl. I bet Jacob is waiting for you to text him right now, but he doesn't know you're too busy getting wrecked by me, too bad.”
You let out a whine at his mocking and wiggle your ass, wishing you could feel the friction from Driver’s erection. Surely, he has got to be turned on too. Not that you would dare look back for visual confirmation.
That would get you in trouble. It might be worth it though and he did love the brat in you.
Driver smirks at your adorable attempt, already knowing what you want so badly. “Tsk, tsk, sweetheart. I'm not ready to give you this cock. Gonna make you wait.”
You sigh in frustration. Your pussy is wet and you just want him to touch you more. Anywhere else. But you can be patient, Driver will take care of you, he always does.
“Now, tell me that you are pretty.”
“I’m pretty.”
“That’s right. So perfect too and all fucking mine.”
Driver’s hand once again hits your ass so hard it jiggles and nearly causes your knees to buckle. Thankfully, Driver keeps a firm grip on your waist with his other hand and holds you steady.
Your skin is practically burning now, but the sting feels good and once again reminds you how much you need to be touched.
The feeling seems to be mutual because after massaging your ass for a bit, Driver backs up just enough to pull your panties down. Driver exhales sharply at the view of your pussy from behind. God, it looks glorious and absolutely mouth watering. He runs a gloved finger through your slick and looks smug when you immediately rock your body into his touch.
So eager, so needy, and all Driver's.
Maybe Driver would be nice and fuck you against his car. Yeah, he could imagine pressing your sweet body into it while he rails you with his cock.
Yet, it is at that exact moment that the trees are bathed with the headlights of an incoming car not far off. You both freeze. As exciting as this moment is Driver does not really want anyone to actually see you. After all, you do belong only to him. He only choose this stretch of road because it tends to be deserted this time of night.
“Fuck, we gotta go.”
Driver quickly helps you pull up your panties and pants. You straighten immediately and turn to look at him.
His eyes are burning with passion and without thinking, you immediately throw your arms around him. Driver pulls you against him and crashes his lips against yours.
The kiss is brief, but the two of you will more than make up for it home.
Driver pulls away and ushers you back into his car.
Once you are both securely inside, he waits for the incoming car to pass before pulling back onto the road. All he wants to do now is get home and have his way with you.
“That was fucking intense.” You let out after a moment. Your heart still races from how hot you felt.
“It was. Hopefully you stay away from Jacob now.”
“I promise to politely make it clear to Jacob that I have a boyfriend who is a bit wild.”
“And if he still acts too close?”
“I’ll beat him up myself.” You say with a smile.
Driver’s lip twitches and you relax, knowing he’s not in his feelings about it anymore.
“Wait till we get home. You’re gonna drop to your knees for me.”
You hum for a second before a devilish grin crosses your face.
“Why wait? I want you in my mouth now.”
“Huh–ohhhh fuck, sweetheart.” Driver says, gulping as you reach over the console to start unzipping his pants.
“You know I love sucking you off while you drive.”
With that, you get to work doing what you love best as Driver swears and bites down on his bottom lip.
Driver brings one hand to rest on the top of your head while the other stays firmly on the steering wheel.
Aw i would really love to know your thoughts of driver x extroverted!neighbor...
Like very touchy very much not afraid to say things and kiss driver but is still soft with him if he seems too nervous RAAA.
Need driver with a reader who is outgoing and not afraid to take the reigns 😩🫶
sfw or nsfw oop....
Every time Driver sees you, you have something to say. You tell it how it is, unafraid of honesty it seems, no matter the topic. Driver will raise his eyebrows at some of the things you say, and a smile tugs at one side of his mouth as he listens. He comes to look forward to bumping into you. Even making it happen a few times, waiting for you so he can appear at the right moment to make it look accidental.
You just find him so easy to open up to, enjoying the way he looks at you when you talk, the way he hangs on your every word. You're not used to that, and you like it. After a few meetings, you can't take it any longer and tell him you have a big fat crush on him. He's used to your outgoing personality, but he wasn't expecting that exactly. He thought he was the only one with the crush, his fantasies of you running wild each time you part.
'Wanna take me out?' you ask, and after a pause to process your question, he nods eagerly, so you waste no time grabbing his hand and leading him out to his car. 'You like to drive, right? Take me wherever you want, I wanna be alone with you.' And wordlessly, he does just that.
From there you give Driver the adventure of his life. There's never a dull moment for him - as if he needed any more excitement. The way you initiate your first kiss blows his mind, pinning him against his car and taking the lead, your fingers running through his short blonde hair while your tongue is deep in his mouth. When you finally get him in your bed, you wear him out, riding him like there'll be no tomorrow as he writhes and whimpers beneath you while you drag orgasm after orgasm out of him. Afterwards, you'll soothe him with gentle kisses, clean him up, tuck him in and stroke his hair softly ashe recovers.
You treat him well, like you're obsessed with him, and he likes that a lot. It makes him feel like he's normal about you. And even though he's still naturally quiet, he really wouldn't have this any other way.
Opened my notes app to find a note from 4:30am simply reading “stalker driver x stalker reader oh YEA #cum” so I’ll expand on that here.
Stalker!Driver who starts noticing that reader is showing up wherever he goes. He quickly realises that they might be stalking him too, and it turns into a game of cat and mouse where neither of you are sure which role you’re playing. It eventually results in some VERY heated sex 😵💫😵💫
summary: sebastian vettel? notorious flirt. what happens when his future wife is a reporter?
warnings: none, just tooth aching fluff and a mention of the pandemic :)
wc: 1.2k
The first time Sarah had stepped out as a member of the Sky Sports team in 2011, she had been terrified. She would be working alongside Natalie Pinkham and many others, but in 2011 at the first GP of the season, the team had given her the choice to pick one driver to interview to start off the season.
Sarah’s father was from Germany, and a huge F1 fan, so her choice of Vettel was made very quickly on her side. It also helped that the woman had heard so many great things about the driver and his kindness.
So there Sarah was, wearing black pants and a Sky Sports branded polo, waiting for Sebastian Vettel to join her for an interview. Sarah was pulled from a conversation with cameraman when a producer let her know that Sebastian was heading their way with his PR manager. The woman slowed her breathing as she saw the blonde approach in his own Red Bull polo.
“Hi Sebastian,” Sarah smiled and held out her hand as he joined her behind the Sky Sports counter. “Sarah De Ville, pleasure.”
“Ah, the pleasure is all mine,” the man grinned as they shook hands before being seated and beginning the interview.
“Here we are with Sebastian Vettel,” Sarah spoke to the camera before turning to her guest. “Sebastian, here you are, first race of the season with you looking to defend your World Championship. How are you feeling?”
“Well, I am here with a beautiful girl, so can I really complain?” Sarah giggled before moving the interview on to speak about Sebastian’s goals for the upcoming season.
The next time Sarah interviewed Seb, she knew him a little better. At the end of the 2011 season, Sarah had been around the track constantly, meeting drivers, shadowing interviews, and everything in between. She often found herself in casual settings with Sebastian, either while leaving press briefings, walking in the paddock or other times. And every time, the man was just as much of a flirt as the first time they met.
One interview that he had been doing, he literally bailed in the middle to run and tell Sarah she looked beautiful, before running back. When the interviewer asked what Seb had been doing? He told them point blank.
Sarah had been worried his actions would effect the outlook of her peers, but Natalie had comforted her. “We shouldn’t have to change the way we act when it’s innocent just to make other people feel better.”
Even Sarah’s male colleagues had said it was funny. It wasn’t like Sarah was getting special treatment from the driver, she actually tried not to interview him to make it less of a deal. But that did not get her away from the Red Bull driver.
At the end of that season, Seb had been asked what his off season plans were by another interviewer. “Well, hold on,” the blonde smiled. “Sarah from Sky Sports, question from Sebastian Vettel, Red Bull.”
Sarah’s eyes bugged out, and she looked at her boss who shrugged in the back of the room. “Go ahead?” she said into a microphone questioningly.
“What are your plans for the off season?” the German driver beamed as Sarah blushed and the room burst into laughter.
The ironic thing was, is that off season was when Sarah and her father had run into Sebastian at an event in Frankfurt, and she had given in and let the man take her on a date.
In the 2014 season, Sarah was taking a bigger role on the F1 coverage team. She was helping to propose content ideas to film with the drivers, taking on more interviews, covering media briefings and more. At the India Grand Prix, Sarah was beaming as Sebastian came up for his interview.
“Sebastian, how do you feel today? If you win, that will be another Championship for you.”
The man tried his best to treat it like any other interview. Not staring at Sarah, looking at this surroundings, trying not to flirt too much. The two had a quick conversation before he was off for more media duties.
At the end of the weekend, Sarah was standing with a smile on her face with her camera man, filming the moment Sebastian came out of his car as the World Champion. The blonde leaped into the awaiting line of Red Bull team members, before shocking everyone and heading towards the media section. Everyone waited with bated breath as the man removed his helmet and baclava, setting it on the ground before striding with purpose to the barrier.
Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise as he stopped in front of her, leaned over the fence, and pulled her into a deep and loving kiss. That next day, Sarah and Seb announced their 2-year old relationship that they had kept from the public.
Seb was in a press conference at the end of 2015, when he was asked once again what his plans were for the off season.
“Making a baby?” Lewis joked, having been at Sebastian and Sarah’s wedding over the Summer break.
“Already done that,” Seb smirked as the drivers he was sitting with sat in shock and the media group burst. “Sorry Sarah,” he apologized to his wife that was sitting in the back row with her head in her hands.
“Charles, who would you say is a mentor to you in the paddock right now?” Natalie asked the Monegasque man who she and Sarah were interviewing during the 2019 season, his first with Ferrari.
“I would definitley say Sebastian,” he avoided looking at Sarah and focused on Natalie. “He and his wife are like the parents of the younger drivers on the grid. They always are organizing group dinners after races, and in the off season. And Seb just has so much experience and tips, I really try to learn from him.”
“Well, Sarah, how does it feel to be the mother of the track?” Natalie teased her friend.
“I wish I could say they are easier to parent than two toddlers, but that would be a lie,” Sarah winked at Natalie as Charles erupted in complaints. Following that quote, Lando, Daniel, Pierre and others would chime and agree with Charles’ take and started calling Seb ‘Dad’ as a joke during interviews.
“How do you feel about the delay of the opening of the season?” Natalie asked Seb on zoom, speaking of the cancellation of the season opener due to Covid.
“On one hand it is sad,” Seb shrugged. “But at the end of the day I have three kids, one of them being a new born. I want to keep my family and friends safe and I think this is a way to do it.”
“We have heard from other drivers-”
Natalie was cut off by babbling on Seb’s end of the call. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled, muting his microphone. Everyone noticed his mouth moving, probably speaking with one of his kids.
“Is the lovely Sarah planning to join us?” Natalie joked as Sebastian turned his mic back on.
“No, she just came in to get Shannon,” he grinned before a bang was heard.
“Shannon,” Sarah hissed at the girl who had just slammed the office door open. She leaned down to pick up the pouting toddler who was ready to cry because she just wanted her papa. “Sorry Nat.”
⋄ tags: bf!driver x gender neutral!reader, NSFW 18+ (duh my blog is only for adultsss!) afab, drive is dom cause... im a slut for doms, use of word pussy, fingering with gloves on, mention of spanking, sensory?? aspects, NOT beta read and y'all know my ass adhd as hell so excuse mistakes.
⋄ a/n: erm, a little quick drabble supposed to be bullet fic thingie. anyway i been tryin' get back in my groove so ya know sdjhdjhasjdhasjdhasd and so I guess we are back😳
𐙚 summary: driver decides to test run his new gloves on you.
The idea to buy Driver gloves comes after he takes you on a ride out to his favorite spot and you notice his brown leather gloves are getting a bit worn. You figure maybe it would be nice to give him some new ones. Maybe he could rotate them. The thought of him having a little reminder of you like that makes you happy.
You order them from a nice high-quality company online and even get them engraved with little scorpions next to the latches. You're so excited and can't wait to give them to him.
You hold off until the next time Driver has a free night and after a lovely quiet dinner at the small table in his living room, you present them to him.
Under the table, your leg is restless and your heart races. It's the first real gift you've given him since the two of you started seeing each other. So, it means a lot and you hope he likes it.
You placed them in a simple elegant black box wrapped in a white bow.
Driver seems so shocked. He kind of points at himself questioning and watches you carefully.
You nod and say, "yes it's for you, just a little surprise."
So, Driver gingerly takes the gift as if he has never received one before. Maybe he hasn't. You haven't celebrated each other's birthdays yet or a major holiday, but you hope to get there with him.
Driver unwraps it carefully and after taking a deep breath, opens it to see the brand new gloves. You went with black leather since he already had brown and you think these will suit him too.
You watch as he picks them up and has this look of awe across his handsome face. His blue eyes are noticeably smoldering and he looks at you as if searching for something important.
"Thank you, I'll treasure these." He says seriously. His response may be short, but you know he genuinely means it.
The two of you continue the night happily, just enjoying each other's company. You chatter on from Driver's small couch and he places the gloves on the coffee table infant of him.
You tell him how stressful college has been lately and other worries on your mind. He listens well, always giving you his undivided attention.
Eventually, words run out and it's just comfortable silence. But as always, mood turns heated and before you know it, the two of you are kissing, softly at first until it turns into something more.
He presses you back into the couch cushions, taking the lead just the way you like. One firm hand is at your waist whilst the other cups your cheeks as he hungrily tastes you.
You think soon he'll ask you to head into the bedroom, but instead he pulls back from you. Wordlessly, he grabs the black leather gloves off the coffee table and begins putting them on.
He does it methodically with focus and flexes his fingers as he adjusts to the brand new leather. The fit is snug and just right on his large hands. It briefly occurs to you the man could be a hand model. You've never noticed another person's hands before, but goddamn his are attractive.
Still, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Driver? Are you heading out?"
He chuckles low. "No, baby. I want to give these a test run."
As he speaks, his eyes rove over your figure in a way that causes heat to pool between your legs. "Undress for me. Now.”
At Driver’s command your cheeks warm and the meaning of his words hits you fast. You're standing and pulling your clothes off before you can think. And the minute you sit back down he’s leaning over your nude form and catching your lips once more.
You're completely his.
One arm wraps around his broad back while the other grips the couch underneath you. He smells good and you can't help but to pull him closer.
Driver finally lets you breathe again and he watches you as the cold leathers presses against your core. It's so different from his warm digits and makes you shiver. Your eyes squeeze shut as he tenderly runs a finger up and down your pussy, spreading your lips.
A moan leaves you as he starts to rub you until he hears you whimper and beg enough for him, just the way Driver loves. He takes his time, letting you adjust to his gloved hand before he finger fucks your pussy.
You never thought that your sweet present would result in this. Driver touching you with his leather gloves, watching your face with those intense blue eyes of his, drinking in your every reaction.
He acts as if you're the sexiest most beautiful sight he's ever seen. As if every sound of pleasure that comes out of you is the most erotic symphony.
You can usually hear the slick noises your body makes when Driver uses his nimble fingers, but now it's even louder. That seems to urge him on as he quickens his pace.
It's almost shocking to you now that he's never used his gloves to touch you. And it adds another layer of excitement, as you wonder how else he can use them on you. Maybe next time he might spank you with them. The thought of that alone makes you shiver with delight.
Your little moans and breathy whimpers fill his small apartment as your breaking point approaches. He never says much during these passionate moments and he doesn't need to.
The intense focus of Driver's actions and his expression are more than enough to stir you up. It's the same way he looks when he's behind the wheel, stern, and wholly dedicated.
Eventually, your climax can't hold off on any longer and you look up at him, silently begging for permission.
Driver nods once, his lip twitching in amusement. "You've been so good for me. Cum, baby."
And with his approval the overpowering sensation rushes through your body and causing you to moan out his name.
Driver slowly slips his finger out of you as body stops quivering. He observes his newly gifted gloves with newfound reverence and interest. The black leather is coated in your wetness and his cock twitches in his pants at the lewd sight.
Fuck, you've got him so bothered.
You watch with wide eyes as he brings a finger up to his mouth and making eye contact the entire time, his tongue darts out to taste you once more. He doesn't stop there either. He slides one finger into his mouth until he's satisfied, addicted to your unique flavor.
Driver stops after a moment and you notice he looks very smug. "Yeah, these will do just fine."
You swallow thickly, knowing you are not the only one imagining using the gloves again. After that, Driver never uses the gloves to drive his car, but anytime he puts them on... You know he's about to take you for a wild ride.
owner!driver who has a fantasy of taking you to the park late at night for a “walk” but really he’s just gonna take you to the tree line and reward his pup for being so obedient
OWNER!DRIVER OOUU SHII. First Driver pet play I’m so hype THANK YOU!!!! This involves him walking reader on her hands and knees I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Maybe a little ooc he talks a lot more than I usually headcanon him to.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT- pet play, public blowjob, reader has an oral fixation so yes sucking his dick IS a reward, face fucking, gagging, dom! Driver obvs.
Getting Driver to open up about what he wanted sexually could be like pulling teeth sometimes. It wasn’t that he didn’t have fantasies, he was just worried he’d scare you off with them.
So when he’d finally told you about something he wanted, you didn’t hesitate to agree.
The night air is cool against your skin as Driver’s hand rests heavy on the back of your neck, guiding you out of the car.
The park is empty this late, just the distant hum of the city and the rustle of leaves. You’re already buzzing, the fur-lined collar he’d given you a few hours earlier snug around your neck.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice low. His thumb brushes your jaw once before he clips the matching leash onto the collar. “Heel.”
You drop to your hands and knees without hesitation, the grass damp beneath your palms. The short skirt he’d picked out for you rides up as you crawl beside him, heart hammering.
Every now and then his fingers brush your hair, a silent praise that makes the heat pooling in your lower belly even hotter.
He doesn’t take you far. Just far enough that the trees swallow the streetlight. When he stops under the shadow of an old oak, he turns and leans back against the trunk, watching you with those unreadable eyes.
You kneel in front of him, tilting your head slightly. You can never tell what he’s thinking.
“You’ve been so obedient today,” he says quietly. “Sat so pretty the whole drive. Didn’t make a sound even when I was touching you at a red light.”
You shift on your knees in excitement, biting your lip. He notices the spark in your eyes- of course he does.
“Want your reward, pup?”
You nod eagerly, pressing your cheek against his thigh. “Please…”
He exhales through his nose, almost a laugh. His fingers work his belt open with practiced calm, the sound of his zipper loud in the open space. When he frees himself, already hard and leaking precum, you whimper softly.
He taps your cheek once. “Open.”
You open your mouth, tongue out, eyes locked on his as he slides the head past your lips. He’s thick, enough to make your jaw ache in the way you crave.
The taste of him floods your senses- salt and skin, heavy against your tongue. You moan around his cock, the vibration pulling a quiet grunt from his chest.
“That’s it,” he breathes, one hand fisting gently in your hair while the other keeps a loose hold on the leash. “Slow. Show me how much you need this.”
You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and savouring every inch as you work him with practiced ease.
The park suddenly feels miles away, the world fading into nothing but you and him.
There’s only the wet sounds of your mouth on him, his low murmurs of praise, and the occasional tug on the leash that makes you clench around nothing.
“Look at you. Such a needy little puppy.” His hips rock forward lazily, the tip hitting your throat and making you gag. “See what you get when you behave?”
You whine, relaxing your throat around him and holding there until your eyes water. He groans softly, wiping a tear from your cheek with a tenderness that doesn’t quite match the moment.
“Mmm, you going to let me use your mouth?”
You hum around him, dragging your tongue along a prominent vein on the underside of his cock.
“Good,” he murmurs, resuming his grip on your hair. “You know what to do if it’s too much.”
He waits for you to tap his thigh to show you understand, then starts moving his hips. He hits the back of your throat over and over, making you gag around him again, but he doesn’t let up.
You reach up to jerk off what you can’t fit in your mouth, your moans sending vibrations up his cock and driving him closer to the edge.
“Gonna cum,” he groans. “Take it all- mm- for me, pup.”
His hips stutter, thrusts slowing as he spills over your tongue and down your throat. You swallow every drop, licking him clean softly until he’s twitching and softening.
He tucks himself away, then crouches down to cup your flushed face in both hands. His thumb traces along your cheekbone before leaning in to kiss you gently, tasting himself on your lips.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Let’s get you home. I’ll take care of you there, okay?”
You nod, letting him help you up and shivering slightly. He doesn’t miss a beat before shrugging his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.
“Come on, you’ll warm up in the car.”
You let him take your hand and lead you back to the car, already too focused on what he has in store for you back home.
He picks out a pretty outfit at the mall for you, something he knows you’ll love and surprises you with it that evening.
Telling you to get put it on and get ready because he’s taking you out…
Takes you out to a nice, lowkey dinner, outright refuses to let you pay for anything then drives you somewhere with a pretty view so you can sit and talk.
You do most of the talking, but he likes it that way.
Talking leads to him fucking you in the backseat 😵💫😵💫😵💫 he starts slow and gentle but then you’re begging for more so he gives you what you want.
Then he takes you home and takes care of you for the rest of the night because his partner deserves the best <3333
