He wants to thank reader properly, to cook for you and cheer you up when you’re having a rough day.
And after you eat, he offers to eat you out :3
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Oh, hello, hello. Sequel to Driver’s ‘Oral Fixation’ fic is here :3
He just really wants to help and show his love. Hehe. Word Count: 2485
Driver watched you get out of your car and slam the door shut from his Malibu in the parking garage. You didn't look happy in the slightest— honestly, you looked angry.
Driver got out of his car without thinking. He'd planned to sit in the Malibu for a while to decompress after work, but with you here,— upset, too— he felt like he needed to do something. Perhaps he could finally pay you back for what you did for him a couple of weeks ago.
Driver approached you as you dragged your feet to the elevator, hands shoved in the pockets of your jacket.
"Hey," Driver called out as he caught up to you. His voice was soft and his footsteps were light.
You startled at his voice, lost in your head until he caught you off guard. "Oh," You said weakly. "Hey."
Driver nodded with a faint smile and hit the elevator button for you. You gave him an inquisitive look but thanked him quietly.
Driver let you go into the elevator first and then stepped in himself. He didn't let you hit the button to your shared floor; he did it himself without making eye contact with you.
"Want breakfast for dinner?" Driver asked you as the door opened to your floor.
You stepped out of the elevator, he a step behind, and hummed. "That does sound good right now," You said and sighed. "Don't have the energy to make anything, though."
Driver stopped with you in front of your apartment door. "I can cook," He offered.
You turned halfway towards him and looked at him in surprise. "Oh, you don't have to do that."
Driver shrugged. "I want to."
You tapped your foot on the ground, thinking, before nodding. You opened the door and let him into your home. The apartment was clean just like the last time he'd been here.
To think the last time he was here… Driver looked at the couch in the living room and felt his heart skip a beat. You had let him suck your fingers and he had cum in his pants on that couch. Jesus.
Driver followed you into the kitchen after taking off his jacket and putting it over the back of a chair at the dinner table, looking around for what he'd need to make dinner. You leaned against the kitchen counter and sighed. "You can get whatever, house is yours."
Driver tilted his head at you— at your words, but moved to the cabinets and fridge to dig through and find what he needed. He landed on French toast and pancakes as the meal of the night. It wouldn't be the fanciest dinner in the world, but he had a feeling you'd like this more than something extravagant.
"Go sit down," Driver told you as he got his ingredients together and pans out. "I'll do this."
You smiled at him gratefully and took a seat at the dinner table. You relaxed into the back of the chair as you watched him move around your kitchen, as if he belonged there. Driver worked quietly and glanced back at you now and then to make sure you were okay.
You were clearly still wound up, but the quiet and calm Driver was emitting was helping you forget about your shitty day. You were grateful.
Driver cooked for some time, checking on the food as it cooked routinely and pulling everything off the burners when it was done. He took out some plates and put together two dishes— yours more full than his.
He went over to the table after grabbing forks and knives, and set down your dinner in front of you. "Here," He whispered before sitting down across from you.
Driver took a bite of the pancake after you did, and realized he hadn't gotten any syrup. You saw his brows furrow and almost laughed. "Syrup is in the bottom cabinet over there," You told him, pointing to the other side of the kitchen.
Driver almost looked surprised by how quickly you understood what he was thinking, but got up without a word to grab the syrup. He came back a moment later and sat down as he set the bottle on the table.
You reached for it and poured some syrup on the plate. Driver used the bottle just as you did after you handed it to him, already knowing he'd want the syrup.
"You're a good cook," You complimented between bites. You were powering through your food and looked visibly more relaxed and happy than before.
"Thanks," He sheepishly replied.
You finished the pancakes first and moved on to the slices of French toast. You nodded at him in approval at the taste. Driver ducked his head down at the compliment, cheeks dusted a shade of pink.
You ate in silence and both finished at the same time. Before you could take the plates like you did last time, Driver stood and snatched your plate and utensils off the table. You restrained yourself from laughing, realizing why he was taking the dishes before you could.
"Thank you," You called after him as he walked through the kitchen and placed the dishes in the dishwasher.
Driver hummed in acknowledgment and started washing the dishes he'd made. He scrubbed them quickly but efficiently and set them to dry before turning back to you.
You were still sitting at the dinner table, but now your head was back and your eyes were closed. You looked relaxed. Driver was secretly proud of himself for being the reason for that.
Driver approached you and watched your eyes open partially to look up at him. "What's up?" You asked softly, a small smile on your face.
"…Can I do anything else for you?" Driver asked hesitantly. He wanted to please you, but couldn't open his mouth and say what he wanted to say— So, he settled for asking if you wanted anything else from him.
You looked him up and down, face more serious and considering. "You have something in mind?" You asked, seemingly reading his mind again.
Driver nodded, looking down at the table and clenching his hands into fists. "Couch?" He flicked his eyes from the living room to you, looking nervous.
You stood from the chair and walked into the living room. You sat down on the couch and Driver stood between your legs.
Driver thought for a moment, feeling his heart beat wildly, before deciding to kneel on the floor before you. He put his hands on your thighs and looked up at you, eyes wide and wet.
You placed a hand on the side of his face and Driver pushed his face into your hand. You stroked his cheek and smiled at him sweetly. "You okay?" You asked him.
"Mhmm," Driver hummed. "Want to do this."
You traced his jawline as his hands went to the waistband of your pants. You lifted your hips off the couch so he could pull down the material easily. Driver slid your underwear down right after, hands gentle and light.
You sat back down on the couch as Driver slid both your pants and underwear completely off you. He put the clothes on the floor beside him and slid you forward on the couch cushion, closer to him, and hooked your legs over his shoulders.
You slid your hand up to his hair as you leaned down. Driver brushed his lips over your folds and heard you sigh softly. He dipped his tongue in between your folds a moment later and almost groaned at the taste.
Driver's hands clenched down on your thighs where he held you in place, and he couldn't help dipping his head down further. His nose brushed against your clit and you twitched under him.
Driver slid a hand between your legs to hold your folds open and licked your entrance, tasting your wetness and humming. You scratched his scalp soothingly and clenched your legs against the sides of his head as he continued to lick.
Driver pulled away for a moment to glance up at you. Your eyes were on him and you were beginning to pant. You brushed your fingers through his hair and said, "You're so good to me."
Driver's hand around your thigh twitched at your words and he had to look away from your eyes. "I—" He started but cut himself off.
"You're very good," You said firmly. "We've talked about this."
Driver readjusted your legs on his shoulders, bringing your body closer to his face. "You're good to me, too," He whispered back, face red.
You smiled softly and brought your free hand down to hold the hand on your thigh. You squeezed his hand and waited for him to collect himself, not even mentioning how much you'd like him to continue.
Driver cleared his throat and licked his teeth. He pushed his head between your legs and started licking and sucking your entrance. You whined at him as he quickened his tongue, holding onto him tightly.
Driver brushed his nose against your clit again— intentionally, this time— and felt your hips roll into his face. His tongue pushed deeper inside you and your breath got caught in your throat.
"So good with your tongue," You praised. "Shoulda known you'd be."
Driver whined at your words and felt your hand push the back of his head further into your folds. His nose to his chin was soaked. There was no other place Driver would rather be right now.
Driver sucked in any wetness he could and flicked his tongue over your clit. You let out a punched breath and squeezed his hand. Driver hummed approvingly to himself and sucked your clit softly, slipping his tongue out in between his sucking to lap up your slick.
"Such a good boy, you know that?" You said breathlessly as you got closer. "So beautiful, too."
Driver moaned into your folds at your words and sucked harder. You were such an angel to him. Driver needed to make you feel good.
"Close," You panted. "Gonna lick up all my cum, aren't you?" You teased him and threaded your fingers in his hair.
"Mhmm," Driver hummed between your legs, eager to make you cum.
You froze suddenly and let out a choked moan, squeezing your hands and legs around Driver's body. You came into his waiting mouth and felt him lap and suck up all the fluid.
Driver pulled away when you pushed his head away from your body, licking his lips and teeth. He panted as he looked down at your folds and saw how wet you were.
Driver bit his lip at the sight, pushing his face into the side of your leg to stop himself from going back down and continuing. He groaned into your leg and you laughed breathlessly at him.
"Another time, I promise," You said as you pet his head.
Driver smiled into your leg before pulling away and planting a kiss on the inside of your thigh. "I'd like that," He whispered.
Driver gently set your legs down on the floor before standing shakily. You glanced at his crotch and saw a wet patch on his jeans. "Oh?" You questioned with a mischievous smile.
Driver blushed and wiped a hand over his face, licking his fingers and palm to get the rest of your slick into his mouth. You shook your head fondly at him.
Driver went into your bathroom and grabbed a soft towel for you. He wet it with warm water in the sink and came back out into the living room. He knelt between your legs again and gently wiped you clean before undoing his pants to clean himself.
"Need new clothes?" You asked him as you stood cautiously, careful of your shaking legs.
"Please," Driver nodded. He slid off his pants and underwear and wiped his length down. It shouldn't come as a surprise that he'd cum in his pants just from pleasuring you… It seemed that anything to do with you made him hard and cum.
Driver couldn't help his heart racing as you looked over the mess he'd made of himself. You smirked at him before approaching and dragging him down to kiss his cheek. "Thank you," You whispered in his ear before walking off to your bedroom to grab him clothes.
Driver stood there in shock for a moment before blinking excessively to pull himself together. You came back in the room and found him in the same place you'd left him in. You bit back a smile at the sight and handed him the new clothes.
Driver slipped on the new lower garments and watched you bend over to grab your underwear and pants. He forced his eyes away from your body and focused only on his pants— even when they were pulled up and perfectly positioned.
You stood up and got dressed casually, either not knowing or not caring that he had been staring at your body. You turned towards him afterwards and tilted your head. "You wanna stay the night?" You offered your home to him.
Driver looked down at his hands and shrugged. "I don't want to intrude," He said, fidgeting with his hands.
"You're not," You spoke quickly. You approached him and rested your hands on his waist. "You're always welcome here."
Driver looked down at you— really looked at you— and then smiled shyly. "Okay."
You smiled back at him and squeezed his hips. "Good," You replied. "Watch TV for a bit?"
Driver blinked harshly as he processed what you'd asked him before nodding. "Okay."
You patted his arm gently before sitting on the couch again. Driver sat down next to you— closer than the last time he'd been here— and relaxed into the cushions.
You threw on a show you figured he'd be at least mildly interested in, and pushed into Driver's side. He looked down at you for a moment, happy you'd gotten closer, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
You pushed your head against his chest and exhaled deeply. Driver was glad you were just as relaxed as he was like this. He brushed his thumb over your shoulder as the show played on, just wanting to feel you and be close.
Driver stayed the night, content with being in your space— content with being welcomed in your space.
You made breakfast for him the next morning and kissed him for the first time after he finished his meal.
His brain short-circuited so hard you thought you'd made the wrong move. You were ready to apologize, but then he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you sweetly.
When he pulled away from your lips, you laughed at him for his reaction, and Driver dropped his head to your shoulder out of embarrassment, groaning to himself quietly.
warnings: established friendship ; mutual pining ; slow burn ; quiet romance ; emotional intimacy ; soft and protective Driver ; fluff ; no use of Y/N
Driver [Drive] x Reader
“I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you're on your own. I don't sit in while you're running it down.”
It was a rule. A simple one and professional. Driver had lived by it for years and had never regretted it. Five minutes. Not four and not six. Always five. People came and went, jobs ended, money changed hands, and he never asked questions. He didn't get attached, and he never stayed longer than necessary, that only led to trouble. Until you.
The first time he broke the rule, it happened by accident. He drove you to the library so you could return a book. "I'll only be five minutes," you said before the door closed behind you. But ten minutes passed, and you still hadn't come back. Driver, however, was still there. When you finally walked outside, you were certain the familiar car would be gone. It wasn't.
"I'm sorry," you said sheepishly as you slid back into the passenger seat. "The librarian started telling me about her grandchildren... I didn't have the heart to interrupt her." "It's okay," he replied, starting the engine. "You waited here the whole time?" "Yeah." And that was it.
Then it happened again and again. The pharmacy. Your workplace. The grocery store. Every time, you expected Driver to leave eventually. Every time, he waited patiently. He never complained, never sighed, never checked the time. The moment you buckled your seatbelt, he started the engine and pulled away as if waiting had never cost him anything at all.
"You know he's been sitting out there for almost an hour?" your coworker said, glancing through the window. You followed her gaze. The familiar car was parked outside your workplace. "Either that's a stalker, or..." "He's a friend," you answered quickly, though a smile tugged at your lips. Driver had been reading the same newspaper for the last thirty minutes. He'd arrived half an hour before your shift ended and simply...waited. As if he wanted to make sure you wouldn't have to walk home alone.
When you slipped into the passenger seat, you caught the flicker of relief in his eyes. "You know," you said, "you didn't have to wait for me. I could've gotten home on my own." "I don't mind." He started the engine. "You don't like waiting." "I don't." "Then why do you wait for me?" He didn't answer right away. His jaw tightened, you noticed, but his eyes never left the road. Finally, realizing he wasn't getting out of the question, he said quietly, "It doesn't count." "Oh? Why not?" "You ask a lot of questions, you know that?" You chuckled.
Now it was your turn to wait patiently, just like he always did. When the car finally stopped in front of your apartment building, you got your answer. "I made that rule so I wouldn't have to stay. So I wouldn't get involved any more than necessary." His hands slipped from the steering wheel. "But..." He turned to look at you. For a brief moment, his expression was almost unguarded. "You were never a job. You're someone worth waiting for." A smile spread across your face. "You know," you murmured, "that's probably the closest you've ever come to saying, 'I like you.'" The corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. "Probably."
You leaned against the headrest, tilting your head as you looked at him. Somehow differently, warmer, softer. "So..." you began. Driver looked at you expectantly. "How long are you going to wait?" This time, the answer came without hesitation. "As long as it takes." And somehow you knew he wasn't lying.
original idea: putting the rygos characters into medieval fantasy roles
summary: you aided him back to health when you found him injured in a forest in your lands. he believes he is cursed, and despite developing for feelings for each other, he leaves you. now he returns after hearing the news of your engagement.
rating: mature, mdni.
word count: 1.7k
content: medieval fantasy au, horseman!driver x nobility!reader, no use of y/n or driver, usage of she/her for reader, mentions of sex/implied sex, mostly angst, happy (?) ending, inaccurate rep of medieval times
a/n: sorry im obsessed with putting the rygos in a medieval fantasy world. its my exact niche (im a historian). u guys are gonna see a lot of random ideas like this lol.
It’s been months since you’ve last seen the fabled horseman of apocalypse, but unbeknownst to everyone, you knew who he was under the dark steeled armor. You remember how blonde his hair was under the sunlight, it could almost be comparable to gold floss. You remember the deep scars over his abdomen, his skin glowing under the candlelight while he made love to you. You remember his warm smile he would give you while you danced with others during a feast.
It was a brief fleeting moment in your life, but it was one you cherished in your heart and mind. He left without saying a word almost a year ago, but you would still him in the distance, riding the black stallion and surrounded by fog, before disappearing into the forest.
You didn’t worry as much about him. You still heard about him through the winds of whispers, but ever since the last tale, you haven’t heard anything about him.
He was last seen at a lord’s castle, leaving a bloody massacre in his wake. Then, nothing.
You almost started to believe that he was just a tale. A story that you came up with in your head, but the feelings you harbored for him still lingered. It ached at the thought of him. Your skin still felt warm from his touches and the gifts he left are still very real.
One of the gifts he left you is a braided piece of the black mane with a strand of his own blonde hair.
He is real and the gifts are very much proof of that.
But if he does show up now, it’ll be too late.
You were getting married off to a nobleman, to unite your houses and improve the life of your people.
It wasn’t a necessary marriage. Hell, you could marry anyone you want. You wanted to marry the rider that showed up out of no where and left you in the dead of night, but between the social pressure and the looming idea he might never come back; you were put up to marry the nobleman.
You knew what risks he lived, yet you held onto hope, but for all you know, he’s already dead in a ditch, forgotten.
The best you could do is remember him as the actual person that he was. Love him, even if he is a ghost now.
“How are you feeling, m’lady?” Your handmaiden asks softly.
You stare at your reflection through the mirror. You were adorned in gold jewelry and the most vivid blue dress. It’s almost suffocating to be this garish, even if it’s for your own wedding.
You sigh, “I could be better.”
She straightens her posture, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
You tug on the collar of your dress, “No, I... I think I need to go for a walk, just for a moment.”
She raises an eyebrow, “M’lady, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“It’ll be quick, no one will see me.” You step off the wooden block and onto the stone floor, “If they ask for me, make excuses that I am still getting ready.”
You walk over to a large tapestry and press against the wall. A concealed door slides open.
“M’lady, I don’t know if I can lie-”
Before she could say more, you disappear into the hidden corridor.
You made your way down to the garden, but before fully exiting the servant’s door, you take a quick look around for any of the guards.
You can see a few servants passing around to prepare the wedding and the guards in a small group with their backs turned to you, chatting and laughing.
You take that a sign to run across the garden and to the side door at the castle wall hidden under the ivy. You slip through with some struggle from your jewelry, but you manage to get past.
You run down the patchy path into the forest and you continue to run until you couldn’t see the castle anymore, finding the river that cuts through the forest. You almost leap into the river until a black stallion skids against the gravel by the river across you.
Startled by the horse, you fall back onto the soft grass and watch the animal try to buck off its rider.
The rider, donned in dark steel armor, soothe his stallion by brushing its side. The horse responds well, giving a small huff as it behaves.
You almost can’t breath. You wouldn’t have recognized the pair under the warm light of the sun, but it’s unmistakable. “You’re alive?” You utter out.
The rider snaps his head at you. Even though he’s wearing a helmet that covers completely his face, you know him well enough to know that he’s surprised to see you.
He doesn’t think twice and jumps off the horse, landing his feet into the shallow part of the river.
You follow his movement, you spring up to your feet and pick up the end of your dress to sprint through the river to him.
He runs towards you with the same need. He meets you halfway on the river and picks you up by your waist firmly. You throw his helmet off without care into the water and you wrap your arms around his neck.
He sinks his face into the crook of your neck. “I came as soon as I heard.”
“I thought you were dead this whole time.” You press a kiss to the side of his face. “I can still call it off.”
He tightens his embrace before gently putting you down onto the riverbed, “No.” He says it in a firm tone.
It’s a simple choice of words, but you don’t understand. You gaze up at him, your hands still wrapped around his neck, forcing him to hunch over you. “You’re the one I want to marry. If you had returned sooner, I would’ve asked you.”
He leans down to the top of your head and presses a gentle peck. “No. You know we can’t.”
You brush the strands of hair from his face. “We can. It’ll be okay. It doesn’t matter to me if you have a title or money, I have plenty of that for the both of us. I just want to be with you.”
His eyebrows crease and he looks at you with a pain, “I can’t put you in danger. That’s not a life I want for you.”
Something inside you snaps. You recoil and slap your palms against his armor to push him. “Oh, to hell with that!” You turn away in frustration, “You cannot possibly believe you are cursed. I would’ve been already dead after saving you that night.”
You glance back at him and he holds the pained look as he reaches out to you.
You push his arm away, noticing the way he takes a step back after, “Why did you come back then? You made love to me and then you leave. Is that what you want again? You fuck me in the forest and disappear to god knows where?”
“No-”
Tears burst out of your eyes, “Then what? Why? Why return here?”
He looks at you for a moment. The one you’re familiar with when he makes subtle conversation with his eyes, but at this moment, you want him to say more than silence. You want him to say his thoughts, tell you the truth, use his words so you can fully understand him for once.
You slap your palm against his armor once more, “Speak to me!”
He grasps your wrist and holds it out, “I don’t want you to live in a life of pain. If danger doesn’t come for you, it will come for me. You will wonder every night where I am or if I am still alive. You don’t know what my world is like.” He speaks softly, even when he should be frustrated with you.
“Then show me.”
His eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“Show me what your world is like, take me with you. Take me away.”
He lets go of your wrist and pulls away, “Go back to your castle. Get married, have kids, live a good life. It’ll be enough to make me happy.”
“It won’t be enough for me.” You say simply before grabbing the collar of his armor and pulling him down enough for you to kiss his lips.
He leans into it more than he wanted to, he should’ve pushed you away, but instead he wraps his arms tightly around your waist to press your body flush against him. He snakes a hand to the nape of your neck, deepening the kiss with his tongue in a desperate attempt to melt his soul with yours.
You pull away to gasp for air, “Take me with you.” You whisper.
He sighs deeply, dropping his forehead to yours.
You hold his face gently, “Even if you don’t, I will stop the ceremony. I won’t marry. I will take my horse and search for you myself.”
He lets out a half-chuckle and then closes his eyes tightly as he thinks.
“Show me what your world is like, the horrors and the dangers... And if I can’t handle it, then I’ll make you happy by returning to my life.”
“It’s not something you should have to put yourself through.” He breathes into your hair.
“I want you. I want to understand you, let me at least have that.”
You pull away your head away and gently caress his face with your thumbs.
He gazes at you with ache of love. You can see the many thoughts and scenarios going through his head as his eyes flickers over the details of your face, then he leans in once more to your lips to give you a gentle and soft kiss.
That night under the moonlight and heavy fog, people whispered about the mysterious horseman of apocalypse. The knight that bear no insignia and wield no weapon, that rode on a great black stallion, now had another person with him. A bride dressed in white linen, riding her own horse as pale as snow. She wasn’t a prisoner. She rides as fast as the mysterious horseman and they both disappear into the dead of night together.
