#driver 2011

Rocking up to the goslingverse like 'whats all this then'

stalker!driver who knows your daily routine

stalker!driver who watches you through your apartment window

stalker!driver who buys you things before even having a conversation with you

stalker!driver who follows behind your car perfectly enough that you dont notice someones following you

stalker!driver who sits in his car outside your apartment block, knuckles white against the wheel, waiting for you to leave because you’re 5 minutes later than usual

stalker!driver who practices what he’d say if you ever noticed him

stalker!driver who has definitely jerked off more than once in his car to the thought of you

stalker!driver who is desperate to hear your voice properly

wow. very horny. maybe time to whack my weed after this. hi enjoy!

The mirror at the foot of the bed catches everything—your reflection, their reflections, the whole tangled mess of limbs and sweat and hunger. You're on your hands and knees in the center of the mattress, back arched, ass up, face grazing against Driver's stomach, but you've twisted your head just enough to watch. The silvered glass shows you exactly what you need: Colt behind you, Driver in front.

Colt's hands grip your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above your ass cheeks. He's thick, and when he pushes in, the stretch is a slow, deliberate burn that makes you gasp into the warm skin infront of you. He holds there for a moment, letting you feel every inch, before he starts to move—deep, steady thrusts that rock your whole body forward, right into Driver's waiting cock.

Driver is on his knees in front of you, his jeans kicked off somewhere, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. You open your mouth for him, tongue out, and he sinks into your throat with a groan that echoes off the bedroom walls. He's not rushing. He's savoring the way Colt's rhythm pushes you onto his cock, the way you moan every time a thrust drives you deeper onto his shaft. His hands fist your hair, guiding your head, setting a pace that matches Colt's pounding from behind.

You keep your eyes flitting on the mirror. You can see Colt's reflection, his jaw tight, his blond hair falling across his forehead as he watches himself slide in and out of you. His abs flex with each stroke, and his hands roam up your back, over your ribs, until he's gripping your shoulders to pull you back harder onto his cock. He leans forward, his chest pressing against your spine, and whispers against your ear, "Look at you. Taking both of us so good."

Driver pulls his cock out of your mouth just long enough for Colt to slow his thrusts. You whimper at the loss, but then you see it—in the mirror, clear as day. Driver leans in, and Colt meets him halfway. Their lips crash together, tongues sliding and tasting, a messy, hungry kiss that makes your pussy clench around Colt's cock. They're both moaning into each other's mouths, and you can see Colt's hand come up to cup Driver's jaw, pulling him deeper. Driver groans, his cock twitching against your cheek, and Colt breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur with a shiteating grin, "She likes watching us."

Driver grins, a rare, sharp thing in the mirror's reflection. He kisses Colt again, harder this time, teeth clicking, and then he's back in front of you, his cock sliding into your throat. "Want him to let you suck, or fuck you hm?" Colt asks, his voice rough, and you know the answer before you say it.

"F..fuck me..please?" you breathe.

The mirror shows it all: Colt's hips slapping against your ass, Driver's hand wrapped around the base of his own cock, stroking in time with Colt's thrusts as he fucks your throat. You can see the way their eyes meet over your shoulder, a silent conversation, a shared hunger. Colt pulls out, and your wetness drips down your thigh, but he's not done. He crawls around, swapping positions with Driver, who slides behind you, his cock finding your wet entrance and pushing in with one long, smooth stroke.

Now Driver is fucking you from behind, his hands gripping your hips as he sets a wicked pace, while Colt spreads his legs apart, his cock at the level of your mouth. You open for him, tongue out, and he sinks into your throat with a groan. His hands fisting your hair, guiding your head, setting a pace that matches Driver's pounding from behind.

Now the mirror gives you the full picture: Colt's balls pressing against your chin, his hands fisting your hair as he fucks your face, and behind him, Driver's reflection, his eyes locked on where he's buried inside you, his hand reaching out to grip Colt's hip, pulling him deeper into your mouth. They're both moving now, a rhythm that's all syncopated grunts and wet sounds—Driver's cock sliding through your slick folds, Colt's cock hitting the back of your throat.

You open your eyes in the mirror, meeting Driver's gaze. He's watching you watch him, and he leans down, his lips brushing your ear: "You like seeing us take you, don't you?"

Summary - just hc of driver liking you before you even starting talking

Warning!! - stalking-ish idk, I hc driver has having a bad time socialising just my opinion!, driver yearning you

- driver instantly knew you were new he had never seen your face before he memorise most of the people in the apartment even though he never spoke to any of them. You stood at his door introducing yourself as the new neighbour at apartment 105. He was silent just nodding to whatever you were saying not even a facial expression or awkward smile.

- After a awkward moment of just you talking saying how “if you need anything just to ask” because your happy to help driver just nods and shut the door in your face, you think he hates you or that you annoyed him but in reality he could feel his burn up and his hands shaking of nervous

- After the first 2 week you start to introduce yourself to more people but he starts to feel tense about it. Not angry exactly…. But his jaw starts to tightens he doesn’t like it even though you two don’t even talk and he probably made a first bad impression with you. He won’t admit but he jealous that the other neighbours can hold a conversation and he can’t with you.

- So he practices conversations with you while driving alone. Like entire fake scenarios where he actually says the right thing and makes you laugh instead of standing there silent like usual. For example him asking you out for coffee or dinner and you actually saying yes while he acts chill knowing what to say instead of going cold. Or you two hanging out driving around the city at night talking about life.

- He wants to see you more and more so Driver starts timing his grocery trips around yours. He pretends he “just got there” to himself so he doesn’t feel like a creep but he’s been sitting in the car psyching himself up for ten minutes, telling himself that he should just go up and talk to you again ask how your day was maybe ask if you need a hand with your groceries but fails.

- When he driving late at night trying to clear his head he’ll put the radio on and when a song comes on he starts to think of you like trying and make the song about you in anyway possible, he’ll close his eyes and think about you, your voice, your eyes, your hands.. until he suddenly interrupted by a car almost crashing into him.

- Driver absolutely keeps small things you accidentally leave behind. A hair tie forgotten in the laundry room. A receipt with your handwriting on it. He stares at them longer than he should before guiltily putting them away. Even though he doesn’t have the words for you he still enjoys having a small part of you around maybe he gets the courage to talk to you one day..

Poor guy.. 🪽💗