thank god fish aren't into cash...

he's just watching your face the whole time

Oh my god I know this man's thighs would be trembling like you'd have to be so gentle with him 😭😭

Also also

Him on top 🥸 oh absolutely yes

Him on top of you, his head between your legs while you're mouth is on him, you're thoroughly enjoying the taste of him, he taste sweet and clean and a little salty and it's so good

You can't help but hum and moan into him

And when his thighs start shaking you slide your hand over his ass, softly rubbing at the cheek. "Baby, calm down. I don't want you collapsing on me." He ignores you, he's tongue deep in you and you have to keep yourself from kneeing him in the eye on accident because it feels so good

OH HELLO OH MY GOD IM BARKINGURJEOD

You are oh my god

Your brain

his hand between his legs while his jeans and boxers have been haphazardly pulled down to his mid thigh

He typically likes to watch you, but the change was turning him on like no other

He's rubbing circles, and he can feel the slick on his fingers from how sticky and wet he is

As you watch him you smile, and it's encouraging to him until he finally is ready to cum, his back arching off the mattress a little, his pretty lips parting as your eyes sear into his

scissoring w/ afab!driver ˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— afab!gn!reader

my right hand man in this idea my beloved @larsandthewritergirl <3

The room is dim, the only light—a warm yellow spill from the parking lot lamps through your curtains. Driver has you on the bed, your legs spread, his body angled over yours. He's shed his jacket, his scorpion-embroidered signature, down to a thin undershirt that clings to the subtle swell of his chest.

He settles between your thighs, his own pressing against yours, skin to skin. He's already worked up in his boxers, a damp spot darkening at the front. His breath hitches when your knee brushes against him.

"Easy.." he mutters, more to himself than you.

He pushes your legs wider, guides your calf over his hip, and then he's sliding against you—not completely smothering, not yet, just against. The wet heat of eachother meeting through the fabric causes a deep shudder, a sharp exhale through his teeth, and his forehead drops to your shoulder.

He's barely moved and he's already trembling. The tip of his clit, sensitive, swollen—catches on your own clit through the thin cotton of his boxers, and he makes a sound like you've punched the air out of him. High in his throat, almost a whine.

You slip your hand between you, push his boxers down his thighs and slip them off, and he groans, long and low, as his bare cunt slides against your slick folds. He's wet, too—soaking, actually, the head of him glistening in the dim light.

"Like that," he breathes. "Just—like that."

He rocks his hips, slow at first, experimental. The head of his tdick drags through your slit, catches on your clit, and he gasps. His hips stutter, and he has to stop, breathing hard, his whole body tense.

"Sensitive—" he grunts, almost apologetic.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, grinding up against him, and he moans—a raw, broken sound that's all split and needy. He buries his face in your neck and fucks against you, messy and desperate, he's sliding through your wetness, the lips of your cunts pressing together, his clit rubbing against yours with every thrust.

He's loud. So loud. Every slide of him against your cunt pulls a whimper from you both. Every grind of your hips makes him gasp and jolt. His hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight, and he fucks you with a frantic rhythm, his breath hot and ragged against your throat.

"Gonna!–" he chokes, and you feel his clit pulse against you, hot and wet, his squirt spilling onto your stomach, your thighs, as he cries out, a broken, shuddering moan that trails off into a whimper.

He doesn't stop. He keeps grinding, oversensitive, his body twitching and writhing. His whole body lurching with determination, and he whines, high and desperate, into your skin.

"Don't stop," he begs. "Please. Don't—fuck—"

He's a mess above you, trembling, whimpering, coming again in a hot rush, and he sobs, hiding his face, his hips still rocking against you, seeking more friction, more pressure, until he's spent and limp, collapsed on top of you, shaking.

He's quiet now, except for the ragged breaths. His hand is still tangled in yours.

After a long moment, he presses a kiss to your collarbone, soft, almost shy.

Hey girl so doing this on Colts bicep... 🫪

also I'm loving the afab driver content I'm eating him- I mean he's eating me- FUCK i mean I'm eating up all of this up while trying to focus on work rn EHEHOHO 🫪🫪🫪

I wanna RIDEEE THAT THANG CRAZY STYLEEEEE

Sorry..

ahem

Hey I wouldn't mind it either 🤭🤭

Being it bed either him, he already had his fingers deep in you, you're both bare, hot, sweaty

Your cheeks are flushed and he keeps having to pull away the hair that sticks to your cheeks and chest as he kisses you

He's got your legs wide open, spread for him to fit his muscular body between them as he reaches for a condom

You can feel him on you, his breath against your neck, his hand on your waist

As he tries to push inside your legs come to close around him

You wince, pushing his hip back with your foot

"Hm, what baby?" He's panting in anticipation, and you can tell he wants it, he's practically buzzing

"No way that's going in." You breath, looking down at him as you finally take in his size.

"Come on, I just fingered you."

You show your head, obviously put off by the size, feeling a pit in your stomach grow.

"You're wet, right?" He reaches down to touch you, pulling his fingers back to see them covered in your slippery wetness. He smiles teasingly. "I don't think we need lube."

You kick his hip this time, but it doesn't faze him. He leans down, inhaling deeply as he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel his hips slotting back between your hips, his tip lining up with you as he tries to push in.

You gasp, pinching your eyes shut as you grip him, your nails sinking into the flesh of his back. "Colt, hey, oh-" your breathing is unsteady as he pushes his tip inside of you.

You lift your hips, squirming as you feel a burning stretch and sense of fullness you've never felt before.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips again.

"Come on, you're being a big baby."

You hit the back of his neck and he just laughs at your attempt to swat at him as he remains unfazed.

"You- there-" you sound almost like your choking, and Colt had to look down at your face to make sure you aren't purple. "I- you need to- I can't take that."

He laughs, his deep gravely voice leaving butterflies in your belly. "Boy, do you flatter me. That's just the tip, sweetheart. We aren't even slightly close."

You groan, wanting to let out a sob at the thought. "You're going to rip me in half oh my god." He laughs again, and you think about taking another slap to his neck but you know it won't faze him any.

He pushes in more and you gasp, grabbing the pillow next to your head and sinking your claws deeper into his skin. "Oh you're being a wimp. Come on. Bite my shoulder let's get this over with."

He rolls his eyes, whispering under his breath about how fucking dramatic you are.

You bite his shoulder, waiting to feel him push in. He attempts to bottom out, trying to push all of him thick cock inside of you.

You let out a yelp, sobbing at the feeling. "Oh my god. Someone's going to call the cops. Are you serious?"

You nod, eyes welling with tears at the feeling.

"I've been lit on fire before, you can take my dick, baby."

You push his face away from you so he can't look at you while he thrusts in and out of you, making you yelp every time he pushes back in.

"I hate you." You whisper, still clinging to him.

He nods, "you're pathetic."

You nod, preparing to be petty when its over and turn your back to him so he knows your mad. But you can't keep up your act for long as his fingers slip down, rubbing your clit. You close your eyes at the feeling, your head relaxing back.

Hey I wouldn't mind it either 🤭🤭

Being it bed either him, he already had his fingers deep in you, you're both bare, hot, sweaty

Your cheeks are flushed and he keeps having to pull away the hair that sticks to your cheeks and chest as he kisses you

He's got your legs wide open, spread for him to fit his muscular body between them as he reaches for a condom

You can feel him on you, his breath against your neck, his hand on your waist

As he tries to push inside your legs come to close around him

You wince, pushing his hip back with your foot

"Hm, what baby?" He's panting in anticipation, and you can tell he wants it, he's practically buzzing

"No way that's going in." You breath, looking down at him as you finally take in his size.

"Come on, I just fingered you."

You show your head, obviously put off by the size, feeling a pit in your stomach grow.

"You're wet, right?" He reaches down to touch you, pulling his fingers back to see them covered in your slippery wetness. He smiles teasingly. "I don't think we need lube."

You kick his hip this time, but it doesn't faze him. He leans down, inhaling deeply as he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel his hips slotting back between your hips, his tip lining up with you as he tries to push in.

You gasp, pinching your eyes shut as you grip him, your nails sinking into the flesh of his back. "Colt, hey, oh-" your breathing is unsteady as he pushes his tip inside of you.

You lift your hips, squirming as you feel a burning stretch and sense of fullness you've never felt before.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips again.

"Come on, you're being a big baby."

You hit the back of his neck and he just laughs at your attempt to swat at him as he remains unfazed.

"You- there-" you sound almost like your choking, and Colt had to look down at your face to make sure you aren't purple. "I- you need to- I can't take that."

He laughs, his deep gravely voice leaving butterflies in your belly. "Boy, do you flatter me. That's just the tip, sweetheart. We aren't even slightly close."

You groan, wanting to let out a sob at the thought. "You're going to rip me in half oh my god." He laughs again, and you think about taking another slap to his neck but you know it won't faze him any.

He pushes in more and you gasp, grabbing the pillow next to your head and sinking your claws deeper into his skin. "Oh you're being a wimp. Come on. Bite my shoulder let's get this over with."

He rolls his eyes, whispering under his breath about how fucking dramatic you are.

You bite his shoulder, waiting to feel him push in. He attempts to bottom out, trying to push all of him thick cock inside of you.

You let out a yelp, sobbing at the feeling. "Oh my god. Someone's going to call the cops. Are you serious?"

You nod, eyes welling with tears at the feeling.

"I've been lit on fire before, you can take my dick, baby."

You push his face away from you so he can't look at you while he thrusts in and out of you, making you yelp every time he pushes back in.

"I hate you." You whisper, still clinging to him.

He nods, "you're pathetic."

You nod, preparing to be petty when its over and turn your back to him so he knows your mad. But you can't keep up your act for long as his fingers slip down, rubbing your clit. You close your eyes at the feeling, your head relaxing back.

Hey I wouldn't mind it either 🤭🤭

Being it bed either him, he already had his fingers deep in you, you're both bare, hot, sweaty

Your cheeks are flushed and he keeps having to pull away the hair that sticks to your cheeks and chest as he kisses you

He's got your legs wide open, spread for him to fit his muscular body between them as he reaches for a condom

You can feel him on you, his breath against your neck, his hand on your waist

As he tries to push inside your legs come to close around him

You wince, pushing his hip back with your foot

"Hm, what baby?" He's panting in anticipation, and you can tell he wants it, he's practically buzzing

"No way that's going in." You breath, looking down at him as you finally take in his size.

"Come on, I just fingered you."

You show your head, obviously put off by the size, feeling a pit in your stomach grow.

"You're wet, right?" He reaches down to touch you, pulling his fingers back to see them covered in your slippery wetness. He smiles teasingly. "I don't think we need lube."

You kick his hip this time, but it doesn't faze him. He leans down, inhaling deeply as he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel his hips slotting back between your hips, his tip lining up with you as he tries to push in.

You gasp, pinching your eyes shut as you grip him, your nails sinking into the flesh of his back. "Colt, hey, oh-" your breathing is unsteady as he pushes his tip inside of you.

You lift your hips, squirming as you feel a burning stretch and sense of fullness you've never felt before.

You let out a whine, rolling your hips again.

"Come on, you're being a big baby."

You hit the back of his neck and he just laughs at your attempt to swat at him as he remains unfazed.

"You- there-" you sound almost like your choking, and Colt had to look down at your face to make sure you aren't purple. "I- you need to- I can't take that."

He laughs, his deep gravely voice leaving butterflies in your belly. "Boy, do you flatter me. That's just the tip, sweetheart. We aren't even slightly close."

You groan, wanting to let out a sob at the thought. "You're going to rip me in half oh my god." He laughs again, and you think about taking another slap to his neck but you know it won't faze him any.

He pushes in more and you gasp, grabbing the pillow next to your head and sinking your claws deeper into his skin. "Oh you're being a wimp. Come on. Bite my shoulder let's get this over with."

He rolls his eyes, whispering under his breath about how fucking dramatic you are.

You bite his shoulder, waiting to feel him push in. He attempts to bottom out, trying to push all of him thick cock inside of you.

You let out a yelp, sobbing at the feeling. "Oh my god. Someone's going to call the cops. Are you serious?"

You nod, eyes welling with tears at the feeling.

"I've been lit on fire before, you can take my dick, baby."

You push his face away from you so he can't look at you while he thrusts in and out of you, making you yelp every time he pushes back in.

"I hate you." You whisper, still clinging to him.

He nods, "you're pathetic."

You nod, preparing to be petty when its over and turn your back to him so he knows your mad. But you can't keep up your act for long as his fingers slip down, rubbing your clit. You close your eyes at the feeling, your head relaxing back.

no wonder lando acts like a omega in heat around him, i would be the same