#driver drive

at their insistence, he stayed put for a few moments, giving a nod in response to the medical team’s questions. his eyes met yours briefly.

for a moment, the world seemed to blur. everyone else fell out of focus, except for him. maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just your imagination—but you could’ve sworn you saw the barest curve of a smile on his face. a private acknowledgement, meant just for you.

“alright, great work everyone!” kristoff, the director, clapped his hands a few times, breaking the private trance. “don’t forget! we’re back here tomorrow at six, sharp! great work today, guys. great work.”

you nodded briefly at the director, already turned towards your trailer to avoid being pulled into another conversation. while you normally loved to speak, especially about your work and passion, there was something you were more interested in that evening.

you lingered behind, letting your steps slow without making it obvious. your eyes flicked back, and there he was again. wearing that same faint, almost smug smile, held just long enough for you to catch it. it was just a little more deliberate than last time, enough for you to be sure that it was directed to you. meant for you.

you responded with a subtle motion toward your trailer, careful and casual. his nod back was just as discreet, and the stupid little grin that crept onto your face felt completely justified.

by the time you got to your trailer, the chaos of the set felt distant, replaced by the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the sound of the door shutting behind you. you leaned back against it for a second, trying to let your blood settle.

the adrenaline from the stunt, even as a bystander, hadn’t left you completely. seeing the way he handled the car, twisting and turning as if it was an extension of himself… it left a feeling in your chest that you didn’t even bother trying to name. you’d spent the last few weeks trying not to name it.

you kicked off your shoes, almost walking past before doubling back to rearrange them a little bit neater. the smell of leather and coffee was strong in the trailer, a mix of all the costumes and cheap drink you’d consumed in the past weeks. when a short knock sounded on the door, you weren’t surprised.

you merely turned and found him slipping inside the trailer before anyone caught him. he still had some grease and fake soot on his face—remnants from the stunt he’d just completed. his short hair was sticking up in places, like he hadn’t bothered to smooth it down after removing his helmet.

“hey there, hotshot,” you smirked teasingly, leaning your hip sideways against the inside of the trailer. “i was wondering how long it’d take for you to get here.”

your grin widened when he didn’t even roll his eyes in response to the teasing. instead his smirk turned sharper, and your chest tightened at the sight.

“would’ve been quicker if i could teleport,” he said.

you laughed at that, head tipped back as you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you saw the crinkle in his own eyes before he stepped in towards you. your laughter died, but the smile remained on both of your faces as the distance between you closed in two steps.

“hey,” you whispered, unable to stand the silence.

your hand lifted, brushing lightly over the back of his neck. you watched almost in awe as he leaned into it, lashes fluttering shut for a moment. he didn’t use words, but you could understand him anyways. your noses nearly touched, breaths mingling as your lips drew nearer.

you closed the gap, mouth moving over his slowly at first. getting reacquainted after an entire day apart. your other hand lifted to graze his hip, and you pulled him closer. his hips knocked into yours and he let out a sound so sweet that you had to pry apart his lips to drink it up. the hand on his hip drifted to the small of his back, before dipping lower and resting on the curve of his ass.

the corners of his lips tipped up enough just for you to feel it into the kiss. you grinned back, nipping his lower lip before letting your lips trail down. you settled your lips against a spot below his neck where a fading hickey still remained. 

“makeup department give you any trouble?” you murmured against his skin.

“not as much as medical,” he responded quietly after a moment.

you smiled and bit the spot again, before soothing the sting with a swipe of your tongue.

he let out a low hiss, his fingers tangling into your hair as you began to suck the spot. after a few moments, he began to get impatient, if the way he repeatedly tugged on your hair was any indication.

“eager,” you teased with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.

“we’re on a time constraint,” he responded, sharply tugging at your hair once again. “i’d rather not have the janitors walk in on us again.”

“that was one time,” you defended yourself while smiling stupidly. “and they never recognized you. besides, i thought i apologized for that already. multiple times.”

“you did,” he said. “but i’ll still bring it up.”

your eyes crinkled with your grin, but you let him back you up onto the couch in your trailer. the leather creaked below you as you sat down, getting comfortable. you pulled your shirt off and threw it aside, arms spread over the back of the couch as you looked up at him.

he was standing still above you, brows slightly furrowed as if he was contemplating something.

“what?” you laughed. “getting cold feet after four weeks of this?”

he shook his head simply, taking off his own shirt as well before settling onto your lap, his knees on either side of your thighs. you raised a brow, about to ask him if you should take your pants off first, when he rocked his hips suddenly.

the moan you let out was echoed by him, a sudden sound in the quiet of the trailer.

“fuck,” you murmured, bringing both hands around to settle onto his hips. you tilted your head back, letting him come down to mark the column of your throat.

“let’s do it like this,” he said against your skin.

your response was lost as he rubbed his clothed erection against your own, this time more deliberately.

“y-yeah,” you managed to ground out. “like this is perfectly fine.”

your hands on his hips guided his slow rocking, while your own hips twitched upwards to chase more of that friction and meet him in the middle. your mouths were pressed together again in a kiss, but it was little more than an exchange of moans and heavy breaths. he ground his hips faster, and you could feel his cock twitch despite the layers between you.

you wanted to say something, anything, but your brain had short circuited so that nothing was clear except for him and the way he moved against you. the way he fit, like a missing puzzle piece.

one of your hands slid down from his hips to the globe of his ass, and squeezed.

“fuck,” he responded breathily into your own mouth.

you felt him reposition himself slightly, reangle just so. in a way that the friction was nearly unbearable as he continued his motions. the shape of his cock was already familiar to you, but the way it pressed against your own like this had to be a form of heaven.

“i’m—fuck, i could cum like this,” he murmured, lips wet as he spoke against yours.

“then do it,” you responded, the breath suddenly knocked out of your lungs. just the thought of bringing him over the edge like this was enough to make your cock twitch in your pants.

he bit your jaw, and then picked up the pace once more. you rocked your hips up each time, meeting him in the middle of each movement. the layers of fabric between the two of you, and the way you could still feel the outline of his cock made you desperate for relief. you rubbed against him quicker, whispering a mixture of honey-slick encouragement. you didn’t even think they made sense, the words leaving your mouth, but you were too far gone to even care.

you felt him drop his head against the crook of your neck, just barely covering up the sound of his broken moan as his movements slowed down. it took a few moments for your lust-addled brain to catch up, but then you felt the wetness of his pants against your own. heat rolled low in your stomach, and it didn’t take long for you to follow him over the edge.

you panted quietly, one hand rubbing his lower back while the other brushed the short hair along his nape. when he finally lifted his head, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he was flushed a pretty pink. he looked wrecked, considering you guys hadn’t even taken all of your clothes off. you were sure that you didn’t look any better.

you couldn’t help but brush back some of the sweaty strands against his forehead. “remind me to do this again soon.”

this time he rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh escaping him. “if you don’t get dressed and get out of here before the janitors come by, there won’t be anything happening soon.”

you watched with a fond smile as he got up, collecting a shirt off the ground and prepared to make his way back to his car. you stayed close behind him the entire way.

Ryland has a big thing for fucking you with his fingers while testing your knowledge on all his nerdy science interests. If you get one wrong, he spanks your pretty pussy until you get it right.

Sometimes Ryland will run his mouth and piss you off. In these cases, he doesn't deserve anything better than this.

just Ryan munchin

This just gives driver vibes. The way hes so gentle and rubs the marshmallow on his cock, letting you suck on it.

This is just Leland. hes whiny

court punishing you. , fingering your tight pussy

grinding on lukes thigh after hes done performing on his bike. , eating you outttttt

Mmdhdh okay. He NEVER does too much. No raising his voice. Simple, low commands. A simple “come here, pretty” or “on your knees” is all it takes. If you hesitate, he’ll just tilt his head slightly, give you this look and wait.

Driving is foreplay to him. He’ll take you on late night drives through the city, one hand on the wheel and the other between your thighs when the roads permit it. You’re not allowed to cum until he says, and he’ll edge you for miles. He likes to see his pretty girl squirm.

He’s incredibly methodical and will learn your body down to a science. He knows exactly how to keep you shaking and begging underneath him, how much pressure to use when he pins your wrists above your head. He’ll tie you up so gently with soft rope or his belt, checking in to make sure it’s never too tight (unless that’s what you want, in which case he’ll relent but spend forever worrying over the deep red marks that are left behind once he’s untied you. It’s both thrilling to know he did that to you and worrying to think you might be hurt)

Ooooh god so possessive but never aggressive about it, at least not to you. He tracks your moods, your needs. You’re his and he’s gonna make sure everyone knows that, including you. If a guy ever tries anything with you, he’s right there, a steady hand on your back and staring him down icily. That’s when he fucks you the hardest, driving into you like he has something to prove, territory to claim. He’ll leave marks all over your body, bruising your thighs with his fingers or sucking dark marks into your neck. He doesn’t need to say “mine.” The way he’s touching you makes it clear.

After a rough scene he’s incredibly tender, with slow kisses and warm cloths, carrying you to the shower, getting you drinks. He’s always so soft, asking what you need, what he can do, if that was okay for you. He’ll praise you endlessly.

Prefers positions where he can hold you down or see your face and kiss you. He likes doing most, if not all, of the work. His pretty baby shouldn’t have to lift a finger. Sometimes he’ll let you take control at your insistence, but he enjoys taking care of you. He fucks with the same quiet intensity that he does everything with. Eye contact is a must, it just heightens every sensation for him.

LOVESS making you watch how he fucks you in mirrors or any reflective surface. Car windows at night oouhhh😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Gripping your jaw and murmuring “You see that? Look how pretty you are taking me” MMMGGFF FUCK.

BREATH PLAY… He’s always controlled about it. A big hand around your throat as he drives into you from above, applying just enough pressure for everything to feel fuzzy and the pleasure to have you seeing stars while he stares into your eyes and fucks you slow and deep. He watches your face like it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. To him, it is.

Late nights when he comes back from a job are always full of desperate kisses, shallow thrusts and whispered praises. He needs it more than you, and you’ll happily let him have it, even if you’re half asleep.