if it feels good, then it can’t be bad
| summary : it’s only when your neighbor saves you that you decide to make some risky, adrenaline influenced, decisions.
| pairing : driver x afab!reader
| word count : 5.9k
| tags : driver/reader, driver (drive 2011), public sex, exhibitionism, semi-public sex, reader gets (nearly) robbed at the beginning, driver saves reader, minor depictions of violence, murder, attempted robbery, blood kissing, cumming inside, penis in vagina sex, fingering, making out, almost caught, sneaky, fucking in a parking deck, aftercare.
cross posted to ao3
You didn’t expect this at all. Not in the slightest.
Your usual parking spot in the deck was taken, you had to park farther away from the elevator than you’d like. It’s okay though, not a big deal. No. That’s not what your problem was with tonight.
Your problem was getting fucking robbed.
You don’t even know where the guy came from, but before you knew it you were pressed up against a pillar with a gun to your head. You knew some shit like this would happen, especially parking in a spot that’s not only dark, but you’re pretty sure is out of view from the cameras.
If you make it out of this you’re gonna kill the person who took your spot.
The man smells of expensive cologne and beer. You wouldn’t put it past someone who robs people in parking decks to be drunk, but you don’t expect him to smell rich. Otherwise, why would he be robbing people.
You snap back to reality as the cold barrel presses further into your head. He’s feeling your pockets, this isn’t an assault case, no, that’s not what he wants. He just wants money, which you’re happy to give if it means nothing worse will happen.
Still, you can’t help but utter small pleas.
“Please- stop, I won’t call the police just st-“
“Shut the fuck up bitch.” He whispers with gritted teeth, pushing the barrel even further. That’s when you notice that his finger is on the trigger. Holy shit.
He’s serious.
If you try to fight he’s gonna pull that trigger.
At the thought of that you can’t help but tear up, just out of fear. It’s a bodies natural reaction. He finds your wallet in the pocket of your diner apron, smirking as he tries to flip through it with one hand.
“My ID is in the-“
“I’ll take that too.” You whine at that, a helpless beg filled with tears. He shakes the gun around recklessly as he threatens you. “If you tell anyone what I look like, what my car looks like, where this happened, I’ll personally come find and ki-“
His words are cut off by something- someone, smacking him harshly in the back of the head. A loud thud, you might’ve even heard a crack if you were a bit more focused.
His gun fires, but you’re lucky he was waving it around, because the bullet hits the concrete far off, and bounces off of another pillar.
You feel your heart race as you hyperventilate, the adrenaline pumping through you. You clench your heart and watch as the scene goes down.
Is that your neighbor?
You can’t see well through the tears, but he immediately gets the robber far from you, knocking him to the ground with the hit of a… is that a hammer?
The robber crawls away, and now he’s the one whining helplessly as your neighbor walks slowly over to him. The thief shakes his head, saying no, no, that he just needed money.
The blonde, quiet, stoic man quietly walks over to him. The man he just hit is bleeding from the back of the head, but you don’t think he’s done. He crouches down, grabbing the man’s forearm, preventing him from moving.
With tight leather gloves he grabs your wallet from his hand, keeping him pinned down as he tosses it leisurely to the side, in a direction where you could safely go grab it.
Then, without another word, he lifts the hammer up and stabs the claw right into his wrist. He lets out a blood curling scream that doesn’t last very long because his hand covers his mouth immediately.
You can’t help but look away at the sight, blood immediately begins to pour out from the man’s wrist. A deadly amount, you have no clue how hard your neighbor hit him but it was clearly enough to kill.
You don’t really understand why he didn’t just injure him and call the police while he was down. He’s resorted to literally killing the guy.
You don’t know how, but the gun ended up next to you on the ground, you’re guessing the robber dropped it when he fired it- when he got bludgeoned.
You hastily pick it up, looking at your neighbor who’s still holding down the squirming robber, whose screams are muffled under his hand. Under the tension, the man’s blood is spirting into the air, it’s gross, and it seems like a long death.
“Do you need the gun?” You ask, the words come out fast. If you didn’t get it out immediately you weren’t sure if you ever would’ve been able to.
He looks over his shoulder, somewhat surprised. It’s not surprisal at the offer of the gun, but surprised that you’re still there. He would’ve expected you to run. He nods quickly without another word, holding out his free hand for the gun.
The robber screams, you can hear the words ‘no’ trying to escape his mouth into the glove as he takes the pistol from your hands. You immediately back up when it’s out of your hands.
Instead of immediately shooting the guy, he lifts the gun up and pistol whips him in the face, repeatedly, you’re sure you see a tooth chip. As the man cries out with blood running down his nose and teeth, your neighbor replaces his own hand with the gun.
Before he can even plead for his life, he fires it into his mouth.
The bullet goes through, and it doesn’t come out, that’s not what you notice though. The shot was obviously loud, all gunshots are. But this one had a silence to it.
Your eyebrows raise. The gun had a silencer on it. That man intended on killing you tonight.
You back away farther, away to a totally different pillar, and at an even darker spot of the parking garage.
The man stands up slowly, making sure that the robber is very clearly dead. He then looks over his shoulder, seeing you. He drops the gun and grabs the wallet you never picked up, he’s coming over to you. You have no clue if he’s safe, but judging how you offered him a gun and he just dropped it, you don’t think he’ll kill you.
He rushes over to you, handing you your wallet, his face is less serious, it looks worried. He whispers sweet nothings at your heavy breaths.
“I’m so sorry…” He gasps, looking absolutely upset that you seem so… so scared. “I didn’t want you to see that, I’m sorry.” Before you can think, his hands shakily find your waist, a not-so-subtle attempt at pulling you into a hug.
It’s hesitant, unknowing, like he doesn’t know how you’ll react, giving you plenty of room to push him away.
And you don’t know if it’s the adrenaline, how he looks with a bloodied white jacket and veins pulsing from spots like his neck and one spot on his forehead, but you kiss him.
It’s messy, and shocking at first. His feet stumble, his grip on your waist tightens. And his eyes stay open for a shocking amount of time. For a moment, it’s just you kissing, his lips are still.
You’re beginning to second guess this whole thing until he kisses back. Roughly. His hands grip you tightly on your sides, feeling you up and down. Blood getting on your apron, but it’s okay, you can wash it. You don’t care.
His lips are hungry against your timid ones, your hands are shaking as they hold his cheeks, and his arms hold you surprisingly firmly for someone who just killed someone.
He pushes you up against a column, turning you in a way that you won’t have to see the cold-growing corpse of the man who tried to rob you. In your mouth, he moans apologies. You’ve never heard him speak this much.
“I’m sorry…” He whines into your lip, “I’m so sorry…” You can’t tell if he’s apologizing because of the fact that you watched him kill someone, or if he’s just sorry that this happened at all.
You bite his bottom lip softly, and you swear you can hear a whimper leave his lips, because his fingers tighten on your hips. When you let go, you whisper. “It’s okay… it’s okay, I’m okay. You saved me.”
He almost buckles at your last words. He saved you, that’s right. He did. He feels honored to have been the one to save you, too. His head leans down, finding the crook of your neck and kissing it hungrily. He’s been craving this, you can tell. And he doesn’t care about the circumstance, if he doesn’t act with this adrenaline now, he never will.
As he gets closer to you, you can feel how hard he is in his denim jeans, you swallow, and he can tell you noticed it, because his kissing falters shyly.
“It’s not from… it’s not from killing him.” He struggles to say it. “It’s, it’s the adrenaline and the kissing. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” You speak quickly, moaning into the parking deck. “No, don’t. Please. I- I like it.” You admit in a soft whimper.
His head tilts up, and he leans back to look at you. His expression is one of shock, he can’t believe your words. The fact that you like him being hard, from adrenaline and a little bit of kissing?
He doesn’t know what to say, so he goes back to kissing you. This time, on the lips again. It feels different, because his hands are exploring you. Feeling the curvature of your hips, it almost doesn’t feel sexual.
It feels like he’s trying to memorize you.
With just his touch.
Fuck, that’s hot.
You move your hips slightly against his knee that’s conveniently found its spot against your legs. The action catches him off guard, but he’s not turned off by it. No. No not in the slightest.
He can feel his cock throb at the small action.
You hear a car drive into the parking deck, and your heart drops a bit. Lucky for you, this is literally the darkest spot in the deck. Infact, the dead body is just out of view too.
Your neighbor covers your mouth, with a now bare hand (you’re not really sure when he slipped the glove off) waiting for the car to fully drive away, before he gets closer to you, whispering. “Are you sure about this?”
You nod your head, pushing his hand away softly. “Mhm.”
“Okay, we can go back to your apartm-“
“No.” You whine, grinding against his leg again, which makes him moan loudly just at the concept. “Here. I want you now I, I can’t wait.”
He looks unsure, he bites his lip, hard, you think it may bleed. It’s risky, not only is it public indecency, but the dead body of the man he just killed is… in his view. Which doesn’t really do anything for his arousal.
“..Okay. But we have to go to a different spot.”
You blink for a moment before it registers, you don’t have to turn over your shoulder to understand why.
The two or you sneakily look around to make sure no one’s around, before walking to an area of the deck where there’s… shit, there’s only one car here. You didn’t even know this part of the deck existed.
“I park here.” He states. “No cameras, no one comes here.” He states firmly, as if reading your mind. You nod your head, you don’t really understand why he does park here, but you don’t wanna know. Not after watching what you just did, you can only assume the worst like him being a psycho killer or something.
He clicks his car keys, and you whine as he leaves you untouched. He throws his gloves and bloody hammer into the backseats, not even caring about the blood on his carpet floors. Then he starts slipping off the white jacket covered in blood, and you have to speak quickly before it slips off.
“No- no leave it on.”
He stares at you blankly, before you explain. “It’s hot… especially with the blood and stuff.”
You don’t have to tell him twice, he walks back over to you quickly, pushing you up against a third different pillar this time. He immediately gets to work, he locks his car again as his tongue is exploring your mouth. His keys find their way back into his pocket, and his hand rubs up against your groin softly.
You buck your hips into the touch, showing him that yes, you do want this. He reaches up, lifting your apron above your head, and untying it behind your back as it arches into him. He slips it off onto the floor.
In the proper conditions, he’d be more of a gentleman. He’d kiss you tenderly, he’d undress you slowly and softly, but right now all he can do is rush. He fears being caught, even though he knows nobody will come back here. They never do.
He rubs his fingers against your jeans, hands veiny, and much bigger than yours. It’s almost intimidating, you can’t help but shudder at the touch.
They inch up to the waistband of your jeans, looking at you intently. “Can I..” He whispers against your mouth, and before he even finishes his sentence you nod, pursing your lips into a line.
Despite the conditions, and with shaken hands, he unbuttons your jeans slowly, zipping them down. He’s supposed to be rushing, he’s supposed to get this over with, but he can’t help but treat you delicately.
His hands slide underneath your panties, you definitely weren’t expecting this to happen, so it’s not like you’re wearing your sexiest pair. He doesn’t care though, he doesn’t even notice.
He’s staring at you, intently in your eyes as his fingers slide up and down your slit, he watches your eyelids widen, how your eyebrows curve, he looks at how your mouth opens, and the tiny gasp that comes with the warm touch of his fingers.
“You’re wet.” He says. You don’t really know what to say to that, because of course you’re wet? With him touching up on you like this?
His thumb presses neatly onto your clit, rubbing soft and subtle circles. It’s not enough, you feel like you want more of him already. You want to study the curvature of his-
Your thoughts are interrupted by a finger, pressing into you slightly. It doesn’t last long, but he takes it out. It’s like he noticed you zoning out, and did that just to make you refocus. “What were you thinking about?” He whispers against your mouth, almost possessively.
You swallow, hoping to get some saliva in your dry throat. “You.” You choke out.
His thumb moves a bit more intently against your clit. “I’m right here.” He states, matter of factly.
“That’s not what I meaa-ah-…fuck.” You gasp, holding eye contact with him as his finger goes into you fully, curling into that spot behind your clit.
“What did you mean then?” He asks quietly, his velvet voice sounding like music to your ears.
You whine, turning your head to the side, against the cold concrete pillar. You don’t wanna answer, not with his finger inside you like that, pressing against you. Your hips can’t help but betray you as they grind softly, feeling his thumb press against you harder.
“Tell me…” He gasps, still trying to hold your gaze, looking a bit disappointed as you look away from him meekly. “Please tell me.”
You glance his way, he looks… you can’t put a finger on it. Whatever expression he’s giving you is one of arousal and desperation, his eyebrows are furrowed with a quivered lip. He’s getting off on this, 100%, he loves seeing you like this. He loves the adrenaline of being in a public place doing this.
But he’s so needy, he’s desperate and he’s definitely greedy.
He wants you to tell him. He wants you to look at him so fucking badly.
“Your…” You choke on your words, looking away from him at first, but it hits you that looking in his eyes while you say it would probably earn an extremely sexy reaction. So you turn your head back to him, lips almost touching. He backs up a little so he can get a good look at your face while you say it, his fingers continuing to work.
“Your cock. I was thinking of your cock.” You admit, a shy expression on your face but still doing your best to hold his eyes. His breath falters, you can hear it, you can almost hear his heart stop briefly.
His hands pause, and you whine at the temporary loss of rhythm, until he sticks another finger in. Just at the thought his hands are shaking, moving at a faster pace against your clit, going in and out of you as they curve.
“Really? You were… you were thinking about that?” He asks, almost in disbelief. He needs to hear you say it.
You nod, biting your lip to stifle a moan. “Yes- yes I was.”
He gasps again, his free hand finding the pillar wall to hold himself up. For the first time his eyes move away from yours, because his forehead finds itself in the crook of your neck meekly.
“Say it again.. please…” He whines softly.
You can’t say it as clearly as you did earlier, because his hands are moving so rapidly now against your wetness. “I was… I was thinking about yo-your cock….”
He makes a high pitched noise, a whimper? It’s stifled by the crook of your neck, and by him biting his lip.
He lifts his head up, you grind against his hand again. His mouth opens to say something, he can’t think of anything super sexy to say right now. You notice his lip is bleeding from how hard he was biting it.
You shakily bring your hand down to his crotch, he moans loudly in the parking deck as you touch him, palming him softly as he fingers you.
In the exchange of touching eachother, you lean in to kiss him. You can taste the metallic wetness of his lip, how hard he was fighting to stifle a moan only made him bleed. You aren’t turned off by the taste though, for whatever reason.
“Fuck me.” You whisper into the kiss. “…please.” You add meekly.
His fingers pause, he backs his head away, looking you in your eyes. “Really?”
You appreciate his need to get double confirmation, but you don’t really have the time for that. You squeeze his cock through his denim jeans. “Yes. Now.” You say.
His movement stutters, but he slowly pulls his fingers out of you. “I have to take your jeans off.” He whispers.
“I know.” You whisper back.
He nods slowly, hesitantly. How could a man with so much concern and thought not only kill someone in a parking deck, but be willing to fuck you in that same place?
He crouches down, unzipping his own fly just to give his boner some relief. But right now you’re the priority. You can see the bulge of his boxers poke out through the opening, you can’t help but bite your lip at it.
He crouches down, gently lowering your jeans. You lift one foot up, he slowly takes off the shoe simply to make it easer to pull your jeans down. When they’re off, he tosses them with your apron, tossing the shoes on top of them.
It’s awkward, it’s kind of cold. The cold air hits you even harder when he starts pulling your panties down, you shudder at the rigid air that hits your already wet core. He must hear you hiss, because you hear him whisper softly. “I know, I know.” against that spot.
You can feel his hot breath against you as the last opening of your panties goes over your foot, and he sets that aside with your other clothes.
“Should…” He stands up again, fully, getting ready to take his cock out. “Should I take my pants and underwear off too?”
It’s a genuine question, he seems really unsure. You stifle a laugh, you know he’s just asking because he feels kind of bad. “No, no. It’s better you don’t, if someone drives by they’d just see your bare ass cheeks.”
He doesn’t really react much. It just looks like he doesn’t know what to say. He palms himself through his boxers before thinking about how to go about this. He mumbles a brief ‘hold on’ before taking his cock out. You don’t get a chance to look at it before you feel him lifting you up.
You don’t really know how he does it, you feel his hand on your thighs, your legs instinctively buckle up to wrap around his back, your arms were already around his neck because you expected a kiss, but now they’re gripping him tight as hell.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He says, pushing you against the concrete a bit more firmly. “Brace.”
That’s a weird way to tell you, but you feel his tip press against your entrance. He pushes himself into you slowly, so slowly. He’s thick, he’s fucking thick. You gasp at the entrance, as he pushes and spreads you open.
“Fuck-“ You hiss, and he pushes his lips into yours. He gets himself all the way to the base, and you realize just how big his cock in general is, bigger than you would’ve imagined.
You feel squished, pressed into a wall of concrete and penetrated by—what you would later describe to your friends as—a huge fucking cock.
“Gonna move…” He whispers as he pulls away from the kiss, you nod and he begins thrusting in and out of you. They’re slow and subtle movements, he doesn’t pull out entirely and slam into you, no, it’s like he’s slightly shuffling inside you. Like he doesn’t know how to do this.
He’s studying you. He’s trying to learn.
And you realize.
“Have you…” You bite your lip. “Have you done this before?” His hips falter subtly. And he shakes his head no, pursing his lips.
You’ve caught him, and he doesn’t know what to do. You lean in, kissing him briefly and softly. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” You reassure him. “Was just curious, you can-you can move a bit more.”
He nods quietly, bringing himself back and pushing himself inside you slowly. His hips find a steady rhythm, moving in and out of you, hitting spots you would’ve never been able to hit with just your fingers.
You gasped into him as he sped up, you moaned softly, and you decided it’d be best to just hold on tight and bury your head into the crook of his neck. He continues with that exact pace because of your reaction.
You hugged onto him tightly, almost like you were gonna fall, or you were simply trying to process how much dick was inside you.
Between his calculated thrusts, you heard him whisper. “Mm- you okay?” He asked, clearly unfocused to his own pleasure, no matter how good this feels for him. No, he’s worried about you.
“Yeah- yeah, can you… ah- can you go harder?”
He pushes you up against the concrete wall harder, God, it’s so fucking cold on your back but he’s starting to hit spots deeper than you thought you could go.
You whine and break softly under his sharp hips. His head dips at your shoulder, lapping at the crook of your neck. He began sucking your neck softly as he fucked you, but remembered that you have a job to be at.
When he pulled away there was only a faint mark, so nothing obvious. He moved into your mouth, kissing you messily.
His hands gripped your legs tightly as he held you up, you’ve never felt so secure in the embrace of a man. His adrenaline is still pumping, the closer he gets to run his tongue against your lips the harder you can hear his heartbeat against his chest.
His hips made a soft slapping noise every-time they hit against your thighs in the echo of the parking deck, fuck, you forgot you were even in public right now.
When he pulled away from the kiss, there was a thin string of saliva between you both. His eyes were focused so intensely on you. On the way your face looked when you let out soft moans into his ear.
Something about the way your face, your eyes looked at him, tears building up from him hitting you just right. He could cum just from looking you in your eyes.
That’s when you heard the sound of cars.
His thrusts slowed, his head perked up. Normally, nobody comes around here. If he got caught like this- fuck, if you got caught like this. He’d never forgive himself.
Despite the threat, he still grinds his hips slowly into you, which honestly makes you want to moan even more. You wanted him to speed up, you didn’t even care if someone saw you.
He whispered against your ear. “Shhh…” Oh he was so hot.
His head peeked around the pillar as best as he could. His breaths were heavy with each slow grind, each agonizing pull and push of his shaft.
You heard the noise of a car door open and close. His face was a lot more focused, it seemed fearful. You wanted to know what he was seeing to make this expression.
You heard a voice, in the fogginess of his tip grinding against your g-spot every now and then, you couldn’t really make out the man’s accent. “Fuck, he killed him.”
Your breath hitched, your neighbor kissed you softly to cover up the gasp. It was hot, why are you so turned on? You should put your clothes on and leave, but you can’t help it. When he pulled away he whispered against you, so quietly, you don’t think you could even hear. “It’s okay. I’ll explain everything when we’re done. We’re safe.” He hopes.
You hear the sound of dragging against rough concrete floor, whatever leather jacket the robber was wearing is getting torn up by it. A soft thud that matches up with your neighbor’s cock hitting you just right, and it covers up a soft gasp that leaves your mouth.
He’s getting you to the edge, so slowly.
“I can’t, I’m gonna cum-“ You moan softly. He kisses you again, whispering against your mouth.
“Hold it, they’ll leave soon. Then you can cum on my cock. Just hold it.”
His words would’ve made you cum if this weren’t the circumstance. You whine softly into his mouth, he can’t just say things like that to you and expect you not to finish.
You hear the men in the distance continue to talk. “I swear.” One of them says, you think there’s multiple, “When we find that guy I will make sure he never walks again.” The car door slams shut. The wheels skirt and grow more distant.
He picks up the pace, the further the car gets the harder he fucks into you. You gasp.
“Are- were they talking a-“
“They won’t get me.” He assures you in between sloppy thrusts. “That’ll never happen. I’ll be fine.” He pushes himself all the way to the base. “You’ll be fine.”
Now is not the time to be assuring you, but he fucks into you with such sloppiness and presumably adrenaline that you don’t have time to worry about the apparent criminals on the hunt for him.
You hold on tight, gripping his jacket. “Fuck- I- I’m gonna cum.”
He nods, continuing. His thrusts are slowly becoming less calculated and more ragged. He leans in as he pushes you to the edge, catching you in an open mouthed kiss. Your tongue missed his lips half the time, brushing up against the corner of his lips. He didn’t care though.
Your legs wrapped around him hard, best they could, you hugged him tightly and moaned into his mouth as he pushed you over, finishing all over his thick cock.
He didn’t stop though, he didn’t slow down as you came hard around him. Legs shaking as your ears ring slightly, you’ve never came that hard. You can’t believe the hardest you’ve ever came was in a parking lot.
He still pumps into you harshly, chasing his own orgasm. He’s mumbling apologies, probably because he knows how sensitive he’s hitting certain spots inside of you.
“I- fuck-“ You moan against his ear, tears streaming down your face.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry.” He actually whines, that stoic voice of his cracks softly against your ear. He grips you so tightly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold onto you as he fucks you into overstimulation.
“I’m gonna cum…” He admits, fucking you. “I’m- ah-I’m almost done where… where can I-“
“Inside.” You moan into his ear, and his thrusts grow faster as he moans a soft ‘oh fuck’ at your words.
“I can’t- no I ca-“ He gasps, holding his orgasm in slightly, he doesn’t wanna get you pregnant, but the idea of burying his cum inside you sounds extremely appealing to him right now. “Pregnant…” Is all he can manage, but you get the point.
“I don’t care right now.” You gasp, it comes out in a moan but he still hears it. “You- you killed a guy to-fuck-today, and, and you live next door so…” You wince, whining softly as he picks up the pace at your words, “It’ll be fine, just- please, I need it…”
You don’t have to tell him again, you don’t even have to say anything, because he ends your words with another sloppy kiss. It’s barely a kiss, he just presses his mouth against yours, tongue and hot breath feeling on you as he fucks into you with a few more sharp thrusts.
Eventually, he lets out a whine, a moan, you don’t even know what to call it, into your mouth. He buries his cock deep inside you, all the way to the base. He feels your pussy pulse around him, and he pumps you to the core.
He winces, hissing into your mouth at the pleasure. He gives you a few soft kisses as he slowly grinds his cum into you. His breath comes out in shuddered pulses as he slowly pulls out of you.
You feel so empty, feeling him leave. your pussy had just gotten used to how thick his cock was that it feels empty without it. You feel his cum almost pour out of you, you brace to stand on the concrete but he continues holding you.
You’re not sure how, he’s incredibly smooth and quick, but he continues carrying you with stumbled legs and pulls his keys out his pocket. He opens his passenger seat and with shaking arms, he sets you down to sit. Sitting on a nice leather seat feels amazing after that, you think your back may have a few scratches from the rough column he was fucking you on.
His cock is still hard too, you get a glance at it as he walks off to get your clothes from the floor. It’s dripping with your wetness and his cum, he must’ve come a lot because you can feel a glob of it drip from you.
You look down as it gets on his leather seat, you’re not sure what to do about it.
You scoop it up with two fingers, he comes back with his boxers on, pants (albeit unzipped) on, and your clothes in his arm. He watches as you scrape his cum up from the leather seats.
“You don’t have to worry about tha…” His words trail off as you lick it off your fingers. It tastes salty, like a man with a good balanced diet. It doesn’t taste amazing but, cum isn’t really supposed to.
His breath shudders as he watches, and he gets on the ground, on one knee and holding your panties.
He lifts up one of your legs, pushing it through the hole as he redresses you. “I’m sorry.” He said.
“Why?”
“I don’t think you expected your night to go like this.” Is all he manages. “Lift your hips, please.” You do, and he slides the panties back onto your hips. He clears his throat. “I would change when you get back to your apartment I just… I don’t want you walking back naked or anything.”
You nod in understanding as he begins putting your pants back on in the same manner. You think of how to respond to everything.
“I didn’t, but I liked everything. Besides getting robbed.”
“Right…” He nods shyly. “I’m sorry, those guys they…” He hisses, trying to think of how to put it.
“You don’t have to tell me details, y’know.” And he nods, letting out a soft sigh of relief.
But you continue talking. “I assume you’re involved in some shady shit. I just… why’d they come for me?”
He shrugs, “I don’t know. Because every time they come for me it doesn’t work, I guess.” He sighs, feeling like he said so much. You’ve never seen him talk this much. He looks back up at you. “You don’t… you don’t have to worry. I’ll make sure you’re safe, this won’t happen again.”
His words hit you harshly, they’re less hot and more… romantic. You physically can’t help the blush that creeps up on you, so you cover your face as he zips up your fly.
He starts putting your shoes back on. “You don’t want your apron do you?” You shake your head. This is extremely romantic, how he dresses you after this. You’re glad he didn’t just walk off.
He stands up fully, pulling his pants up more and zipping his own denim fly over his now half-hard cock. He opens the car door wider. “Can you walk?”
“I think so,” You say, he holds out his hand—that’s now gloved—for you to grab. You don’t know when he put the gloves back on, but you can hear the leather squeak softly as you grab it.
Your legs are definitely shaking, but you think you’re okay to walk.
He takes you around the parking deck to the elevator after he locks his car, going a way where you won’t have to see the blood ran through tire tracks from the man who tried to hurt you. It’s a long walk, and neither of you say anything.
You don’t say anything in the elevator ride, or on the way back to your rooms. You dig into your apron pocket for your wallet and key, it feels like a normal walk with your neighbor.
He glances at you, and you catch his eyes. Both of you want to say something, and for once you wait for him.
He clears his throat. “I would like to do that again. Properly. With a date and a…a bed. I want to treat you right.”
His words come out hesitant, like he understands if you don’t want to. But you just nod, you might as well get used to the idea of dating him, because his cum is dripping into your panties right now.
“I’d like that.”
