#driver headcannons

driver:

you met driver at the garage. you’d broken down a few blocks away and someone helped to tow you to the closest place which happened to be where he worked. shannon helped you out at first, but driver was so drawn to you that he offered to fix your car and offer you a drive home. if anyone asked, he’d say it was fate that you lived in the same apartment building

the week he spent fixing your car, he took you wherever you wanted: work, grocery shopping, clothes shopping. you dragged him around a mall for three hours and he didn’t complain once (that’s where your crush grew into more than a crush)

little did you know that he also felt the same way. he happily followed you around for those three hours just to spend time with you. he drove you wherever you wanted to just be around you. he accepted your offer of dinner for his troubles just to talk to you

when your car was fixed, he missed having you as a passenger and you missed him driving you places. it took three days of him missing you in his car for him to offer to take you grocery shopping. you didn’t say no

he first kissed you after you had made him dinner for the third time that week. both of you were washing and drying up dishes when he suddenly dropped his dish cloth, gently guiding you into the corner of your kitchen before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss on your lips. he was just testing the waters, but as soon as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you, that restraint went out the window

after that, you were inseparable. he would take you to work, pick you up from work, take you to the store whenever you wanted to, take you on drives to nowhere just to be with you. if you had a day off and he needed to work on a car, you’d sit in the garage with him and keep him company. you’d go between peaceful silence to asking him every question under the sun. shannon got annoyed from time to time, but driver never got tried of hearing your voice

and as you two were getting closer, driver told you about his other other job of being a getaway driver. you were a bit upset at first, but once you got used to him going out and coming back late, having no injuries and nothing changing apart from him having a bit more money, it was just part of your relationship

you don’t mind that he’s a bit quieter than other partners you’ve had before. other people have mentioned it to you, but you shut them down immediately. you feel safe around him, he takes care of you and he’s sweet to you. he can also talk your ear off when he wants to behind closed doors, but you keep that to yourself; you don’t need people harassing him to talk more than they already do

he buys you flowers every week

he kisses you every time either of you leave the apartment (even if you’re leaving together)

and he kisses you every time either of you get back (yes, even if you come back together)

this man cannot keep his hands off of you. it can be a hand on your waist, his hand in yours, or his whole body pressed against your back. after being uncomfortable with other people’s touches for so long, he’s finally found comfort in yours

court:

with court, you met him at a coffee shop. he was on a mission, meant to be undercover following someone, but as he sat waiting for a contact, he saw you step in, sit down and pull out a book, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. he saw you a few more times at that coffee shop (after he’d made a conscious effort to go there for three days straight at the same time) and tried to work up some courage to talk to you

you had noticed him too, the cute guy with dirty blond hair who seemed to always find the perfect seat to watch both the door and the counter. he would be there first, so you managed to get a seat facing him, just to steal glances over the top of your book whenever you looked up

he disappeared for a few days (little did you know that he was finally finishing the mission he was sent out on), but after a week since you first saw him, he was back and came straight to talk to you

you spent that whole first day together, going from the coffee shop to the park and then to a nice restaurant for dinner. he paid for everything, got your number at the end of the night and walked you home. to say you were enamoured would be putting it lightly

you had planned and had a few dates after that, but he disappeared after a couple of weeks. you fully believed he had ghosted you until he showed up at you door, bloody and wounded, and told you about his job. he didn’t want to pull you into it, but also didn’t want to lose you by not telling you

after that, when he disappeared and then reappeared at your door every so often, you asked minimal questions, never wanting to know what he’s done, only that he’s okay

a little further into your relationship, he came to you really beat up one night. you patched him up like usual, but once you were laid in bed together, you sobbed into his arms, telling him how scared you were and how you didn’t want to lose him. that was the first time you said ‘i love you’ to each other and you haven’t stopped since then (it’s his favourite thing to tell you)

when court finally leaves his gray man life behind, you don’t mind moving to the middle of nowhere with him. he tells you about the things he’s done, the places he’s been, what he’s been through. literally anything you didn’t know about him, within the first couple of weeks of his new life, you knew everything about him

this man will bring you breakfast in bed (or just a drink) every morning after he’s had his daily run

he’ll insist that you have to shower with him so he can keep you safe because “you never know who could be lurking”. you know he just wants to touch you and kiss you, but you play along with him every time

and like driver, he can’t keep his hands to himself: he’ll be pressed up against you while you’re cooking; his arm will be around your waist as he pushes the shopping cart with one hand (a very hot visual by the way); he’ll hold your hand while driving constantly. after so long of not being with someone, he’ll be clinging onto you forever

he’d take you on a drive, like always; the windows down, music on low as you drove through the dark and quiet streets of la late at night. the presence of driver and the warm orange lights were enough to calm you. you had had a stressful day, he knew that, so he wanted to do something nice for you. wanted to be good for you.

he’d pull over down an empty lane, hidden well by trees and bushes that opened out to a hill with a view of the city. he always knew about places like this; empty, peaceful, no other person around for miles. that’s exactly what you needed tonight. exactly what he wanted.

once he pulls the car into park, he’d be up and out the car, smoothly walking around to your side to open the door and help you out. his hand would stay in yours as he brings you around to the bonnet, lifting you up onto it before pushing his way in between your legs. they always opened immediately for him.

his hands would be all over you then. they’d start on your face, trailing down your neck, over your shoulders and down your chest. he’s already kissing you, taking in every moan and groan you make, swallowing your whimper as he squeezed your tits through your t-shirt.

yours hands would be grasping at the fabric of his jacket on his arms, trying to ground yourself as you lose yourself in his taste. his tongue pushes into your mouth, his own groan tumbling from his lips as he tastes you and moves to grab your hips. his own rut forward, his cock almost fully hard after only kissing for a short while.

you’d moan once more at the contact between your legs, feeling something hot and white flash through your body as your legs wrap around his waist to keep him close. through all this, he’s still kissing you. pushing and pulling. giving and taking. he’s high on everything you and he’s exactly where he wants to be.

“need you, baby.” you’d whimper into his mouth after you couldn’t take it anymore. the friction from his hips and his tongue in your mouth had made you wetter than you’d ever care to admit, and you’d finally had enough of just that.

driver would nod at your words, pulling away from you before helping you off the bonnet. his hand would take yours again as he guides you to the back seat, sitting down right in the middle with his legs spread as you climbed in after him. he’d pat his thighs and you’d know exactly where he wanted you.

your knees would fall either side of his hips, immediately sitting down on his lap as his hands grabbed your hips once more and your hands cupped his cheeks. he would guide you back and forth, grinding your pussy against his hard cock, holding back his moans of pleasure just to hear yours instead.

“want more?” he’d tease, slowing down your movements as you tried to fight against it.

“please,” you’d nod, bring your forehead down to his. “please, i need it.” his only reply would be a short nod, helping you lift off his lap slightly as he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. to help, you’d bunch up your sundress to your hips, two fingers rubbing your slit over your now soaked underwear as he pumped his cock a few times.

your hand would replace his own, guiding his cock to your pussy as your other held your panties out of the way. the moment his tip brushed against your clit, you couldn’t stop the moan that echoed around the car.

you tried so hard to concentrate, tried so hard to keep moving down his cock to let him be fully seated inside of you, but the initial stretch and feeling was always overwhelming. driver would notice. of course he would. he’d help guide your hips down, inch by inch, before he nestled against your cervix, taking up every inch of space inside of you that he could whilst still wanting more.

when you clenched around him, he’d let his groan escape, his deep blue eyes looking into yours as you started to bounce up and down. you wouldn’t move too much, just enough to give both of you enough pleasure before slamming your hips back down to meet his.

once you found your rhythm, he’d kiss you hard once more. taking you by surprise, you’d clench around him again and swallow his moan, keeping a steady bounce as much as you could.

a hand would leave your hips, sliding across your stomach to slip down to your clit. two fingers would rub in tight circles, your slick allowing him to glide around the bud easily and apply just enough pressure to have you squirming.

“oh, fuck,” you’d moan into his ear, your voice no louder than a whisper. “i’m going to come. please, i need to come.”

driver would just nod, his fingers working faster as his hips rutted up to match yours. your hands would squeeze his shoulders, finding anything to grab as your orgasm hit you hard, your hips stuttering and legs shaking as you tried to ride out your high and make him come too.

he’d make a whimper as you came, his own hips faltering as he spilled inside of you. his forehead would rest on your shoulder, his face in your neck and his hot breath warmed up your skin.

“feelin’ better?” he’d ask after a moment, his now softening cock still inside of you as you both came down from your highs.

“yea,” you’d nod, smile wide as you pulled him up and out of his temporary hiding place. “always make me feel better.”

he’d smile at your words, blushing like a schoolboy with a crush as if he hadn’t just rearranged your insides.