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What if I went insane.

jesus didn't take the wheel in this one

A gift for @beach-him-off-until-he-kens (tumblr let me @ her!!!). Self-ship nsfw fic for one of my favorite people ever!!!

Always look ahead.

The main rule when it came to his job, which was driving. His name is part of it, gives it away. Always driving. He is the one who drives. D. River.

It ended up his main rule of life. Move ahead, don’t look back. The past never existed. Move away from the present before it becomes past. Don’t get attached to a single moment and place. In his experience, it only led to slap in the face from a pretty girl, someone’s brain in your shoes and several stitches in your stomach. Always look ahead.

It was impossible to do it with her sitting beside him.

She sparkled. And that wasn’t any metaphor, she was literally faintly sparkling all the time, as if her skin and hair were eternally covered in glitter. He couldn’t help but steal a look at her every now and then. He couldn’t have enough of her wavy hair, her deep brown eyes, her sweeter-than-horchata lips (and how he loved his horchata! He could drink it for hours).

Overall, there was one thing that caught his eye more than anything. The reason why getting his eyes out of the road felt like the bravest stunt he ever pulled. One look at that, and his heart started racing faster than the pistons of his car’s V6 motor.

“See something you like?” she spoke, soft like velvet, but carrying the sting of tease.

Keri shifted in her seat, allowing him to see more of the thing he stared at the most when he looked beside him: her legs.

He was glad the sun wasn’t on her side. If its brightness shone on him along with the glint of Keri’s devious smile, he was sure he would go blind. Instead, the blue ocean at the side of the road framed her nature perfectly: apparently calm and inoffensive in the surface, but mysterious and even dangerous the deeper you go. He wanted to conquer that ocean, vast as it was. Claim it.

He didn’t talk. That wasn’t his thing. He kept driving. That was his thing. He looked at her, replying to her question by only raising his eyebrow, feigning confusion. He could play the game too.

She was aware if his weakness, he knew it. Why else would she wear that skirt? That pink skirt that went over her knees and would show so much of her legs when seated. She put her hand on her left knee and reeled up her skirt just a little bit, exposing barely centimeters of her thigh. It was an invitation.

There was a second golden rule of driving he was about to break: both of your hands on the wheel.

His right hand made its way towards Keri’s left knee. He heard a sharp inhale from her nose. He smirked. He slid his hand into her skirt to stroke and grope her thigh, eliciting huffs and heated sighs from Keri, much to his ears’ delight. His fingers teased going further, closer to her center, but he always drew them back. Keri’s nervous laugh made his heart pump like a furious V-type motor.

He finally went all the way in, expecting to find to find the fabric of her panties as the last obstacle between him and the promised land. But when he reached there, he only found bare, warm wet skin. The hand he still had on the wheel faulted for a second and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s too hot these days, don’t you think?” she said, smirking at him. “I wanted to feel fresher”.

Driver snickered, amazed by the daredevil that was his girlfriend, and started rubbing her labia. She moaned and Driver felt his own excitement with a twitch in his pants. He opened her outer lips and rubbed the inside up and down, gently pressing on her inner lips. As her pleasure built up, Keri started opening her legs wider to allow Driver more room to play with. With such freedom to work around, Driver started rubbing her clit. She moaned and grunted, feeling Driver’s fingers doing their best job at pleasuring her.

Driver was glad the scenic road was mostly straight with just a few easy curves, so that way he could concentrate on Keri’s bliss.

Keri. His Keri. Getting to spend time with her was no different than gazing on a shooting star. A fleeting visit, but the most beautiful one.

When she was not around, he didn’t do anything but think of her. Too much. No sleep, no food, no joy in driving. Only thoughts of his shining star. His mind was plagued of questions:

“Where is she? What is she doing? Who is she with? Are they making her happy? Is she safe? Are they making her happy? Because if they are not…”.

His knuckles would tense until they hurt, thinking of what he would do to all those who didn’t procure Keri’s happiness.

A shallow gasp from Keri’s throat brought him back, to her being next to him, soaking his fingers with her love. He would make her feel treasured, he would make her his priority. He would make her think of him when she’s with anyone else, to pin and yearn like he does. He would make her compare everyone to him.

Aided by the lubrication, Driver slid two of his fingers into Keri and rubbed her sweet spot.

“Fuck! That’s good!” Keri whimpered when Driver’s fingers massaged her.

More focused than when he drove for heists, Driver rubbed her insides while he kept stimulating her clit with the palm of his hand. It didn’t take long for Keri to rock her hips against Driver’s hand, trying to find more pleasure. Driver noticed Keri covering her mouth with her hand, drowning the chants he wanted to hear.

“It’s just you and me, baby” he cooed. “Don’t hold it in”.

Keri freed her mouth and sang a series of moans that rang heavenly in Driver’s ears. She grasped the door’s handle and the seat, tightly, seeking support for the increasing rhythm of her rocking hips.

Every now and then, Driver would look at the road and make sure they were safe. But most of the time he was looking at Keri, enthralled by her reactions, her blushing face, the way she seemed to glow brighter than ever right at that moment.

“I’m about to…” gasped Keri.

“Seats are easy clean” was Driver’s reply. “Go on”.

At that moment, Keri began to think she had bit more than she could chew. But she liked it. She liked this part of him, this completely devoted part that did everything for her, that turned her into his main focus. Hearing him indulging her, allowing her to let loose, it was doing wonders for the sensations bubbling up inside her.

Her body tensed and she felt vertigo, knowing what was about to happen. Slowly, her muscles began to tingle in a sweet and exhilarating sensation. She gasped as if her soul had abandoned her body through every pore, her lungs begging for more air to cry her joy. Her hips trembled with each orgasmic wave, warmly flaring up every nerve in her body.

Driver licked his fingers once they were out of her, relishing on her taste. He then patted Keri’s head while she was hunching, gasping for air and trembling.

“That’s my girl” he complimented with a low, gentle, kind of raspy voice that soothed Keri’s haze.

Keri lifted up her gaze, looking at Driver with fire in her eyes. She sprung from her seat, embracing him and locking him in a passionate kiss. The surprise almost took him out of the road. She was devouring his lips, making it hard for him to focus on both the driving and her kisses.

“Pull over, now!” she sneered, dominantly.

He didn’t need to think it twice. He found a solitary overview and quickly parked the car there. Finally free from one of his chores, he was able to return Keri’s adoration and their kisses became even more passionate. He was holding her close to him tightly, trapping her, not wanting to ever let her go. He wanted her to stay with him and only him.

He felt her hands travelling down his chest and stopping on his hips, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

“You think you won?” Keri’s voice rang dangerously in Driver’s ears. “You think you are the only one who knows how to use their hands?”.

Keri kept kissing Driver while her hands freed his erection. Considering he was plenty warmed up already, she started stroking him, twisting her wrist, using his pre-cum to her favor.

“Fuck, baby… you can’t do that” he snarled.

“Or what?” she purred.

Defeated, Driver hung his head back, letting his girlfriend do as she pleased with him. He huffed and groaned, fighting the only battle he had left for dominance: not moaning out loud for her. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to stand. Keri was very good at what she was doing. And not only that: her free hand had already taken off his shirt and was caressing his back in delightful thrilling motions, while her mouth started sucking on his earlobes and jaw.

“Damn…” he finally moaned, his breath shaking. He didn’t know if he should curse himself or smile feeling the rumbling of Keri’s victory giggle against his skin.

He couldn’t help but twitch when Keri sped up or slowed down her rhythm, teasing him, postponing his pleasure, making him her plaything. She would stroke his full length, then would only rub his frenulum, then would only pay attention to his head and would go back to stroke him at full speed. It was a pleasurable torture.

“I should’ve done the same…” thought Driver.

Keri let go of her grip on him, making him gasp from the sudden stop, embarrassingly so. She laughed at that and shifted her position to sit on his lap. She leaned on him and, while teasing with kissing him, her hand pulled the lever to lower the seat’s back down, positioning them in a horizontal position with her on top of him.

Keri removed her shirt (and Driver was glad of getting rid of the judgmental gaze of that… dog? Cat? Puppykitten? That thing! He had had enough of him, his smug aura mocked him), offering the (much better) sight of her bare chest. Driver’s hands were naturally drawn to her, caressing her gorgeous frame. Keri’s hands accompanied him, and led them towards her breasts. Driver was glad to reach that place, kneading them, pinching the nipples, hearing her lovely whimpers.

Keri’s hands moved back to his dick, while she positioned her pussy on top of it.

“Ready for the main track?” she said, swaying her hips over him.

“No brakes” he replied.

Keri lowered down her hips. She gasped as the swift motion made his whole length fill her up. Tires were warm enough already for the race and Keri started riding him fast right away.

“Fuck!” Driver muttered, grasping Keri’s hips, digging his nails on her skin and moving his own hips upwards to meet Keri’s pace.

He loved hearing her moaning, breathing as much air as possible to keep up her frantic motions. He loved seeing her hair and boobs sway as she bounced on him. He loved her fiery brown eyes looking down on him with a smirk. He loved feeling her body falling on him, owning him.

She loved breaking him up, destroying his stoic walls. The moans that escaped his mouth were like honey for her ears. She loved seeing his face contort the more he tried to resist, ultimately unable to hide his flustered expression. She loved opening him up, ripping his heart out and pulling the strings inside it.

Keri rested her arms on Driver’s shoulders, changing the bouncing for a rocking of hips that made Driver gasp as soon as it started. Keri’s heart fluttered hearing his desperate reaction.

The skirt hid the union of their bodies but Driver would be lying if he said that didn’t make everything hotter. Hearing the contact of their skins was intoxicating. Keri’s insides felt too good and she always knew how to work him up, how to get the best of his engine. He just let her top him unrestrained, his greatest battle now being trying not to cum before her.

“I’m so close…” announced Keri.

“Thank fucking God!” thought Driver.

“Me too…” he replied with the softest grunt, his grip on Keri’s hips tightening.

Keri became bolder after that, rocking her hips faster, grinding eagerly against Driver’s dick massaging her insides. She didn’t stop, she kept reeling him up even after hearing that sweet “Keri…” that announced the inevitability of his bliss.

Driver growled as he felt the built-up pleasure come out of him in throbbing waves. His own orgasm had an extra layer of warmness when he felt Keri’s pussy clasping around his dick, her body shaking as she reached her second orgasm of the day along with him.

She fell on him, breathing heavily against his neck. She received her with open arms and hugged her. One of his hands travelled through her disheveled hair while the other caressed her back.

“You are awesome, babe” he complimented.

“Same back at you” she replied, still out of breath. She then moved her head and kissed his lips. “There’s no one like you”.

Driver’s chest swollen with pride. He held Keri closer to him, hugging her tightly. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he was not going to let her go. He wanted her to stay like this, forever, while he kissed her head in absolute adoration.

#WHAT IF I WENT CRAZY WENT STUPID #i know i already exploded to you about this on discord BUT BRO I LOVE THIS #THE VERY LAST PARAHRAPH 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺#i love the very very subtle possession. like a predator asleep inside of him jolting awake and digging his claws #almost borderline obsessive but not enough for it to be immediately noticeable #UGH so good #i always laugh when i read the part where his hand goes under the skirt and he's like 😳 'oh'#and the shooting star line. 'a fleeting visit but a beautiful one' MY GODDDD #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #and him being unsettled by puppycat is so fucking funny to me #...im so weak every time he refers to me as 'my girl' aughhh #this shit was made for me. i mean i know it was Literally Made For Me but LISTEN #this was given to me on a silver platter I LOVE ITTTTT #precious giftarts #💕♬♪ ♡ I do nothing but think of you - ̗̀💙🔨 ̖́-

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Do you think Jacob cries when he has sex

Asking me the real questions to get me through a long work day lmao thank you bestie.

(Also, any questions regarding nsft stuff you can always feel free to ask on my nsft blog @beach-him-off-until-he-kens)

I think he WOULD, I think he has potential to, but not with the random girls he picks up at bars. I think he'd get a little weepy while cuddling with someone he really loves for the first time, that void in his chest finally filling up a little bit when someone special is in his arms after having a romantic, loving intimate first time with them.

Or not even just with sex, but with like... his first time having a genuine real relationship with someone and they do things that could be intimate but it's more romantic and caring, like when you're taking a bath with someone but not sexually, you're washing their hair and lighting candles for them, stuff like that. I think he'd blink back tears or get a little sniffly if he experienced stuff like that for the first time.

Or even non-sensual things. This is my self shipping blog so please allow me to be self indulgent: I've written fics for myself where I'm cooking him breakfast and making a heart shape with the bacon strips on top of his blueberry pancakes, leaving him a love letter on his pillow with a flower, and leaving little post-it notes with doodles on them throughout his house, and in my stories he gets a little teary sometimes. I don't think he'd burst into tears every single time or anything like that, but I can see him getting a little choked up on occasion when it just... hits him that he's not alone anymore, he has me, and he didn't realize how lonely he was until he wasn't lonely any longer. Like that kind of thing where you don't know what you're missing until you have it; I'm speaking from personal experience as someone who, like Jacob, didn't have a relationship with their parents, grew up an only child, grew up feeling very isolated and didn't make any solid, real connections with anyone until adulthood, and even then the connections were so... empty... until finding one or two people you actually really enjoy talking to and laughing with. Feeling genuinely loved/seen for the first time, it kinda hits you really hard, you're like -- wow, I was lonely. I was so lonely and I knew I was lonely but I didn't know HOW lonely. Everyone else I have ever met has either a loving family, or loving friends, or both, just generally a strong support system overall, and I just uh... I didn't have any of that growing up, and Jacob Palmer didn't have that until his late 20s (or early 30s? however old he's supposed to be), and I get a little teary sometimes when I think about the ache of loneliness -- allow me to self project and believe Jacob would too. He's just like me fr fr (except I don't have millions of dollars 😩 rip)

HOWEVER. I will say: Jacob canonically said he used to think couples doing romantic mushy sappy things for each other were stupid and pathetic. I do believe he had sex with random women to fill a void in his chest to a certain degree (i.e. his line "I am just the worst. I am wildly unhappy. I am trying to buy it, and it's not working.") I think sleeping with women was a huge part of filling that empty space. BUT. I don't think that was his only reason for picking up women all the time. I think he genuinely had fun doing that because he wasn't interested in romance at all, wasn't even considering the fact that he was lonely, because it just wasn't something that "clicked" in his head until he met Hannah and fell head over heels. "I'm in a bit of a situation. A pickle, if you will. I met a girl... I'm spending all this time with her and she's a game changer." I don't think he's tragically expecting to fill the void when he's sleeping with random women he picks up at bars, I think he's just... numbing the pain but also genuinely enjoying it because he's good at it and we all feel good when we're doing something we're good at.

TL;DR: Yes, but only occasionally and with the right person.

#y'know what here too.#jacob #💕♬♪ ♡ It feels different when you’re with me - ̗̀☆🥂🖤✨☆ ̖́-

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