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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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Fem Reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber Driver

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Synopsis- in an AU where fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic. Word Count 4.5k

Pt 2, Pt 3 1, Pt 3 2 , Pt 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9

T/W: 18+ only, minors DNI, alcohol, drunkeness, mature language, implied masturbation, some sexual content/fantasizing, some self-deprecating language (reader is insecure), age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34)

This is my first EVER fan fiction piece! If you have a crush on Miguel O'Hara from Across the Spider Verse, this is for you...

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"Next song is for all the bad bitches in here tonight, let's make some noise." As soon as the song starts you recognize that it's Agora Hills and a switch goes off in your brain as you yank your friend, Hailey by the arm to the dance floor while she struggles to get the last sip of tequila sunrise down the hatch as the ice cubes attack her face.

It was a Saturday night, now very early Sunday morning in mid-November. You and your two friends are in a slightly seedy club in Brooklyn. Right now, all three of you are trying to escape the first-world problems of modern day society, and common issues that would plague late-twenty year old adults like stagnant jobs, anxiety-inducing texts from distant family members about plans for the holidays, and a casual fling that started to sour about 3 days ago.

Right now, all you want to do is dance to this song. And go home for some relief because the tequila is making you horny and your situationship hasn't texted you back for going on 16 hours now.

You and Hailey giggle as you both throw your heads back in bliss to the music, holding each other's pinkies as you try and awkwardly spin on the dance floor.

"Wait!" Hailey calls out and stutters as she lets go of you and tries to squeeze through a sea of musk, 5- Gum, and Bath and Body Works perfume back towards your other friend, Brin, who's still at the bar.

"Fuckkk. Whatever girl." You drunkenly roll your eyes and close them again, throwing your arms in the air, moving to the beat. The song is making you feel even more electrified than before. You toss your head back and move your hands from your shoulders, to your chest, down to your thighs. It's one of those moments where you feel dangerous.

God I love being a woman! You picture going home with a stranger. A tall man's lips crashing down on yours in your dark bedroom in drunken passion, falling backwards onto your bed. You picture yourself pulling your clothes off slowly while his hungry eyes scan your curves…

Your fantasy is interrupted when you feel a clammy hand touch your hip, just below where your see-through top ends. Your eyes shoot what you hope is an annoyed look at the offender. A brown haired guy in a white t-shirt with a flannel who looks like his name is Tanner, smirks at you as he moves past you, but not before letting his eyes dart to your cleavage line under your black bralette. You groan and move the other direction and realize Hailey and Brin are nowhere to be found. Your drunkeness wears off for one second as you slowly jerk around, trying to make your way towards the bar.

A tall brunette with a half sleeve tattoo, glasses, and her straight brown hair in a claw clip is counting her drawer.

"H-have you seen my friends?" you ask her stupidly. The tall brunette looks at you, her small sticker name tag on her baseball tee shirt reads "Reagan."

"I can't hear you, hunny." Reagan has seen this a million times. "Last call just ended. Do you have a ride home? I said, do you have a ride HOME?"

Reagan leans over the bar, holding onto your wrist. Her breath smells good at least.

"Okay look, can you hand me your phone please? Let me help you order an Uber." You blow air out of your lips like a horse and sloppily hand her your phone. "Enter your passcode, please."

You type in your passcode and watch the glint from your phone reflect on her glasses as she orders an Uber for you. Luckily, your address is already saved to the app. "Okay, sweetheart, wait here with me. Miguel is coming for you in 4 minutes." She hands you back your phone and credit card. "Sign here please."

Fuck, did I transfer that 200 from my savings before I got here? You think as you sign the receipt she hands you. The total is $58.75. You scrape the tiny excuse for a pocket inside your skirt and hand Reagan a crumpled up 20 as a tip. Reagan takes it, eyes widen a little bit at the sight of the 20.

Did she mean to give me this much?... Fuck it. She gives you a small, concerned grin.

"Thanks... let me get you some water."

You nod and slump your head forward on the sticky bar.

Suddenly Reagan is shaking your shoulder.

"Hey! Your ride's here!"

You realize you might have fallen asleep temporarily. The room is still moving like you're trying to balance on a waterbed. She places a styrofoam to-go cup in your hand filled with ice water as she grips your left arm.

"Here, just take off your shoes, hunny." She bends over and pulls off your clunky heels and holds them in her free hand. You feel like you're 4 years old. You feel tears well up at the sudden kindness.

"Okay hunny it's okay, come on now." She pulls you outside and to the curb where a black Audi is waiting. The cold air assaults your bare legs and your teeth start to chatter. The driver recognizes his passenger is quite inebriated and gets out, walking towards the struggling pair.

You feel your bedroom eyes creep up when you see him. Oh no, he's hotttt!

You curse in your head silently for not checking your reflection before he got there. You're sure you're a hot mess though.

He's tall, huge, even. Definitely way over six feet. Dark tousled hair with dreamy brown eyes underneath sculpted brows are locked on you as he gets closer. You instinctually run a hand through your hair, trying to make it look more voluminous. Probably a lost cause at this point.

He's wearing black joggers with some worn Nikes. His black hoodie is baggy but you have a very good imagination. It covers a set of broad, wide shoulders and what you're sure are bold chest muscles underneath that lead to a delicious pair of V lines and an endearing happy trail of hair running down his belly button that lead directly to his-

"Can I carry something for you?" His rich voice pulls you out of your indecent thoughts for one second then sends you right back there again.

"Um, yes can you get her shoes please?" You hear Reagan's voice go up an octave.

Girlll me too. You think to yourself.

Miguel takes your heels in a pair of strong, large hands. As he does, he tugs his sleeve and checks a black Apple watch, veins running up a thick forearm. Called it. This guy was jacked. Probably a gym bro. Definitely has a girlfriend. You feel yourself get sucked back into reality. You were probably a 7/10 at best. And right now, probably a strong 4 after your shenanigans tonight.

Miguel opens the back door, allowing Reagan to tuck you in.

"Get home safe hunny," she says.

"Thank youuuu," you slur back to her as you sit, disheveled with your sippy cup of ice water in the backseat opposite of the driver's in front. Miguel gets in the driver's seat, the scent of Old Spice seeps in.

He smells good too?! You feel yourself wanting to sin. He sits in the front seat for a few moments in silence, fiddling with his phone.

"2949 Ocean Parkway?" he asks in his mesmerizing voice.

"Yeah, that's right." You feel yourself perk up. You're starting to sober up slightly but you still have enough liquid courage left to start asking him a lot more questions than you normally would.

"Your name's Miguel?"

"Yes," he answers. "Did you have a good night tonight?"

"I did! It was supposed to be girl's night, I'm not sure what happened to them, though."

"Your friends left you?" His dark eyes glance in the rearview mirror at you.

Sighhh "Yeah, I guess they did."

"You need better friends." One of his hands comes up and grips the shoulder of the passenger seat as he sits up and looks over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours for just a moment, then focus on the back window as he pulls out of the parallel parking spot. You can't help but stare at his chiseled jawline and his neck, imagining yourself planting a line of kisses on it while he groans and grits his teeth...

"You know what sounds amazing right now?" You ask in a flirty tone, interrupting your own dirty thoughts.

He cracked a small smile. "What's that?"

"Taco bellllll." You rest your cheek on the shoulder passengers seat, looking at him.

He glances at you, then keeps looking ahead as he drives.

"Well, if you want to update the route I'd be happy to stop anywhere you want."

You laugh.

"I don't know how to do thattt." The car comes up to a red light.

"Here, want help?" Miguel looks over at you as you hand him your phone which has the app still opened, courtesy of Reagan helping you from before. Miguel quickly types, his eyes going from the traffic light to your phone as he tries to enter the new address for the closest Taco Bell.

"Got it," he hands you back your phone, another whiff of his cologne coming off the fabric of his hoodie as he moves his arm back to rest on the center console while he drives with his left hand.

You glance down at your phone and then back at him, still leaning forward with your cheek pressed against the back of the passenger seat.

Unbeknownst to you, Miguel was curious about his new passenger, probably the last ride he'll do tonight. He didn't get a good look at you when the bartender was putting you in his car. He glanced over at you again when he thought you weren't looking, but quickly moved his eyes back to the road when he saw you were staring at him already with your cheek pressed against the passenger seat.

"You tired?"

"Kind of," you fake a small yawn while still holding your position.

Miguel laughed. He thought that was kind of amusing, how you were clearly faking being tired and shamelessly staring at him while he drove. He knew he was a good looking guy. Once you got into his car, he felt like he needed to take care of you and make sure you got home safe since your shitty friends wouldn't.

Your eyes wander to the space between his chest and the steering wheel, trying to imagine yourself in it, his strong arms wrapped around you as your hot, frantic, breaths fogged the windows as your bodies pressed together...

"So, y/n , right?" He asks.

Fuuuuck he said my name...

"Yeah..how did you know?! Oh right, the app, the app..."

Miguel smiles.

"So, Miguel, how is it being an Uber driver?" you ask. Feeling brave, you touch his elbow resting on the center console. Miguel's fist clenches tighter around the steering wheel at your touch.

"It's...not bad. It's been pretty busy tonight, actually. I went to the gym earlier then just have been taking a few folks like yourself around town who were going out as well. "

"That's nice. You know, we're gonna be best friends by the end of this drive," you grin, taking another sip of ice water.

"Really?" Miguel smirks. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Your heart flutters at this question. Why is he asking me that?!

"Uhm, no.. I was talking to a guy but I think he ghosted me."

"Heh, I'm sorry to hear that." Miguel replied, not sorry at all.

"Do girls ghost you? Or-uh, I mean- do you, do you have a girlfriend?" you manage to spit out.

Miguel smiles at your stutters.

"Nah, I'm single. I do have a daughter though."

Your smile disappears for a moment. A daughter? "Awhhh, what's her name? How old is she?"

"Her name's Gabriella. She's 6."

"That's sweet...." Miguel's handsomeness mixed with the liquor is enough to cause all rational thinking to exit your brain. I could be a step-mom, easy! I love kids, what the hell?

"So, how old are you?" You ask.

Miguel chuckles. "Isn't it rude to ask a stranger's age?" He glances over at you and the corner of his mouth raises at your slightly mortified expression. "I'm just messing with you- I'm 34."

"Dang, I'm 26," you answer as you look out the window.

"You're still pretty young," Miguel remarks as he turns down a new street.

"I definitely don't feel that way," you answer as you slump in your seat. You decide to check your email. Once you open it, a message that you don't want to see is at the very top. It's a random Yahoo email address you don't recognize which means only one thing: your asshole, estranged dad. You click on it quickly to clear the bold lettering indicating it's unread, and catch a quick glimpse of its contents which is a novel with no spacing. You quickly delete it with a loud sigh.

"Everything okay?" Miguel asks.

"Just my dad. Somehow he made another email address and tried to contact me again. It's a long story though we don't have to get into it..." your voice cracks slightly.

The skin around Miguel's eyes softens when you mention your tense relationship with your father. He himself knew that pain as well. His father, George O'Hara, wasn't a model parent, either.

"I'm sorry you're going through that," Miguel says emphatically. "I don't have the best relationship with my dad, either."

Once you hear this, the last bit of liquid courage in your system inspires you to spill the tea.

"He and my mom are divorced, and, well he's just a narcissist, right? Growing up, I didn't see it, but his whole family is full of them. My grandma never wanted him to marry my mom and so ever since their wedding day, she treated her like shit and when I came along, it was no different. I used to wonder why at Christmases she got bigger presents for the other grandkids and ask why she didn't show up for my birthday parties. My dad never did anything about it and always took their side. I finally realized it when I was about 16 when they divorced, and that's when I said fuck it. If you're not gonna stick up for my mom or me, I don't really want anything to do with you or your family."

Miguel nodded, just listening to you speak, glancing at you in the rearview mirror so you knew he was paying attention.

"Wow, I must say, that sounds horrible. Good on you for sticking up for yourself and your mother. As a parent myself, I can't ever imagine treating my own child or their family that way..."

You sigh.

"Yeah, shit's fucked. But there's nothing I can do about it, you know? I just don't have the strength to talk to him right now. But he never fails to try to reach out about this time every year. Since it's the holidays."

The car arrives at another red light. This time, Miguel turns around to face you while you're stopped, his eyes directly looking into yours.

"Don't feel guilty for doing what's best for you. No matter how hard it is. I know that most people think that family is everything, but, truth is sometimes they can hurt you the most." Miguel then turns back to the wheel.

You feel a flutter in your stomach as though an invisible spark appeared. You were strongly physically attracted to your handsome Uber driver, no doubt about it, but after hearing him speak, you realize there's more behind his captivating features. You feel the very beginning of a connection starting to form and suddenly you wish you had all night to talk to him. Miguel felt the same way, too. In fact, he was going 5 miles under the speed limit and riding the slow lane to try and prolong the encounter. Luckily, you were still too tipsy to notice.

"Well, this should cheer you up..." Miguel pulls the car into the Taco Bell parking lot. You groan internally when you realize you're going to have to go inside. You step out of the car, the cold air assaulting your bare skin again. Miguel notices you shivering.

"Here." Without hesitation, he peels off his hoodie and hands it to you. You want to die as soon as you put it on, and once you see him standing there without it on. He's even more toned than you realize. He's wearing a grey athletic shirt that hugs his broad shoulders just right, his defined chest and ab muscles tapering off into a narrow waist. His hoodie is still warm and smells intoxicating. You feel your hormones going crazy when you bring the collar of the hoodie to your mouth and nose, shamelessly getting drunk on the scent he left behind...

You do a mini sprint to catch up to him as he's already making his way towards the restaurant.

Miguel looks at you from the corner of his eye and his heart skips a beat. He adores the way his oversized clothes drown you. The hoodie is big enough to be a dress on you. He imagines this would be how you two would look together getting a bite to eat, only after making you scream his name 30 minutes before....

You and Miguel enter the Taco Bell and he gives an awkward grin as he holds the door open for you.

"Why don't you sit down or use the restroom if you need, let me order for you," Miguel says.

Your heart melts, but you decide you better seem modest with your order.

"Umm just a gordita crunch, small Baja blast, and a 2 pack of Cinnabon delights please."

Miguel smiles. "You got it." Suddenly, he feels close to you. You trusting him to order food for you and take you home after a rough night out while letting you wear his clothes.

While you go into the bathroom, he approaches the counter.

"Hello, I need two gordita crunches, a large Baja Blast, and a 12 pack of Cinnabon delights, please" He takes out his card and pays for the food without a second thought.

Meanwhile, you come out of the bathroom after cleaning up a bit, still wrapped in his warm hug of a hoodie and wait near the door. Miguel strolls over with your food and grins at you.

"Are you ready to go?" You nod and grin back and you two make your way back to his car. Suddenly, you realize.

"Do you have Venmo? Let me know how much I owe you."

"Absolutely not." Miguel answers firmly. "Here, why don't you sit up front this time?" He opens the passenger door for you. You beam at him.

Is this real? Is this guy really doing all this for me and I just met him? You've never had a man treat you this well. Not even your last relationship could be bothered to hold a door open for you or pull out a chair. You get in and Miguel hands you your bag of food, the delicious aroma making your stomach growl. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion when you realize there's a lot more food in the bag than you told him to order originally. Miguel gets in the car and starts to drive again.

"Did, did you order extra food for me?" You laugh as you turn to him. Miguel gives you a small half smile but says nothing. You take a bite of the gordita crunch and let out a loud, "Mmmmmmm!" Just what you've been craving all night.

"Thank you, thank you so much you have no idea..." Your sentence tapers off as you stuff one of the piping hot Cinnabons into your mouth.

"You're very welcome." Miguel answers as you arrive at another red light. You realize Miguel didn't get himself anything.

"Do you want a Cinnabon bite?" You hold the box and give it a little shake.

Miguel offers a polite smile. "No thanks, those are all for you."

"Whaat, you can't turn down one of these. Have you even had these before?" You say playfully.

He chuckles at your playful tone. "I haven't, actually. But I trust your judgement."

"Come onnn...it's the LEAST I can do after everything you've done for me tonight. You're seriously gonna make me feel SO bad if you don't take at LEAST one." You give the box a couple shakes as if it's going to entice him more.

Miguel sighs. "Alright, you got me. I'll try one."

You smile wide as he takes one of the Cinnabon bites from the box you're holding in an outstretched hand. Your smile almost breaks your face as you see his reaction to his first bite.

"Jesus.." he mutters as his brows furrow in disbelief. He looks down at the remaining bite in his fingers as though he can't comprehend its existence. "That's spectacular, actually."

"Have another one!" You beam.

"Don't mind if I do." Miguel pops another one in his mouth and he brakes again at another red light.

He glances over at you and notices a little bit of taco sauce on the corner of your lip. "You got something..."

Suddenly, your heart stops as he raises his hand to your face, cupping your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger, while his middle finger cradles your chin. His lips part in concentration as he gently presses his thumb against the corner of your mouth, retrieving the smudge of taco sauce. Your mouth falls open a little bit too. He gives you a little smile as he brings his thumb to his own mouth, cleaning the sauce from his finger.

That might have been the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. At this point, all you want to do is grab his face and make out with it. Traffic be damned, your runny mascara be damned, your deflated hair be damned, you don't care anymore about any of that. He could ask you to do anything and you'd give it to him without hesitation.

Miguel is thinking the same thing. He did that on purpose. If it wasn't anymore obvious he wanted you right now then he wasn't sure what was. His gaze falls back to your lips. He suddenly realizes you've begun to lean in closer to him. Your noses are inches away from each other. God, he wanted you. To lick passionately into your mouth with his tongue. Being able to hold you and grip your ass as though he was a starved man who couldn't get closer to you even if he tried. Watching your brow furrow with pleasure, hearing your voice and watching your breath fog his windows and the heat rising in his body knowing he was the cause...

Reality busts in like the Kool-Aid man.

She was drinking tonight. You just met her. She's your passenger. Technically, you're still working right now...No, it's not right...

Miguel pulls away suddenly, and, as if the universe has his back, the traffic light turns green and he presses the gas, driving once more. Your breath catches in your throat and your heart starts to pound again.

Doesn't he like me? What happened....? What did I do....? Did I misread the signs? I wanna hide in my room for the rest of my fucking life now.

You clear your throat and take a long sip of Baja Blast. The uncomfortable silence and tension becomes a thick fog. You recognize your apartment building coming into view and your heart sinks.

"Home sweet home..." Miguel pulls into the parking lot. "Is here a good place to drop you off?"

"Yeah..." You try to make your tone sound like it's back to business. Miguel nods and grips the steering wheel with both fists in the 12 o' clock position as he watches you gather your things.

Ask for her number, you fucking pussy... Truth is, when it came to matters of the heart, Miguel's heart was glass.

"Thank you for the ride and the food, and, and just everything..." you step out of his car, defeated. You really didn't want to be the one to make the first move. If he really wanted to he would...

Miguel looks back at you with a neutral expression.

"Of course. You have a safe night, now." He starts to pull away.

"Miguel!" You realize you're still wearing his hoodie and you go to take it off.

He looks at you through the rolled down window, still driving away and shoots you a gorgeous smile and shakes his head at you in refusal, giving you one last wink that nearly knocks you over.

You sigh with frustration and watch his car disappear into the night, trying to memorize his license plate but your brain is hazy and the numbers on it escape your mind as soon as they enter. Your heart leaps in your chest when you realize you might be able to contact him through the Uber app...

No no, you let him talk to you first. Did your last situationship teach you nothing, you dumb hoe?! Don't be that desperate girl...

You wrap the droopy arms of his hoodie around yourself as you walk up the stairs and take a deep sniff...burying yourself in his scent so you never ever forget it. Even if he didn't want to spend the night holding you, you could go to bed with a huge smile on your face knowing you walked away with a piece of his clothing, the essence of what he left behind wrapped around your body all night long. An intangible connection that bound you two together...

Miguel sighed as he drove away. He just didn't have the bravery tonight. He didn't want to come across as creepy. The reality is, you were a slightly intoxicated stranger, a vulnerable woman younger than him, and he didn't want to abuse his power over you in that way. He looked at the empty passenger seat next to him and laid one of his hands on it, feeling the warmth you left behind. Trying to remember the way your thighs pillowed on it...the way your soft lips opened in shock when he wiped the sauce from your mouth, the small line of saliva from you that he caught on his thumb and licked into his own mouth..

He inhaled deeply, his jaw tensing and speed on the road increasing as he felt his body getting hot... He tried to lock your perfume in his nose for as long as he could, imagining himself inhaling it directly from your soft neck... holding onto the remainder of your presence, just...just until he could get home and relieve himself of his dire wants...

You, the perfect stranger who found herself in the passenger seat of his car tonight, and unknowingly wound up in the back of his mind for good...

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Hope you liked it! Thank you SO much for reading. ❤️ Part 2 is coming soon!

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sinsiriuslyemo · 4 months

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Title: We Got Everything Here

Pairing: Drexyl Spivey/Reader

Rating: NC17 (smut, language)

Summary: A continuation of the reader from I Know I'm Pretty. Your roommate, Alex, goes out in a date, which leaves you and Drexyl with the apartment to yourselves.

Notes: Check the warnings, ya'll, cause as it turns out, Drexyl is a kinky motherfucker 😈 On that note, if I wasn't already going to hell before, I for sure am now. Pretty sure Drexyl's down there, so it's totally fine 😂

Warnings: language, referrenced voyeurism, exhibitionism, DD/lg dynamics, spanking, dirty talk with some degradation, rough sex, face fucking, face sitting

That first afternoon with Drexyl had been the start of something new. Much to your secret delight, he had come to see you almost every night, unless he was meeting with a ‘business associate’. He never specified what that meant and you never asked. He even stayed the night a few times, which surprised you as he hadn’t struck you as the commitment type. But after the fourth night he stayed over, he had started calling you his girl, and you hadn’t challenged him. But what surprised you even more than everything else was that apparently, despite his rough exterior, he was quite the affectionate type as well. He held your hand whenever you were out together, cuddled with you through the night, and even brought you thoughtful gifts every now and then. He was even friendly with your roommate, Alex. More than once, he would snuggle up on the couch with you, while Alex would take up space on the opposite end, and the three of you would watch movies.

Mean Streets was his all time favorite, while you preferred The Deep. Alex, on the other hand, was much more likely to suggest something like The Goodbye Girl, and even though he would roll his eyes and groan about it, he would still sit and watch romantic comedies with the two of you. Of course, those were also the nights where he would finger you under the blanket while you tried not to make obvious what he was doing, but Alex didn’t need to know that. Nor did she need to know that sometimes you would snake your arm behind you to rub the hard bulge in his pants, the two of you working each other up into a stifled frenzy before you excused yourselves to the bathroom or your bedroom.

It was a Friday night, Alex was in the kitchen, finally making cannabis butter for her pot cookies while you worked on a tattoo design for a client on the couch. The phone rang, and you blindly reached over to pick it up off the floor.

“Hello?”

“What’s my girl doing right now?” The rumble of his voice never failed to send a shiver down your body, which would settle between your legs.

“Working on a tattoo. You?” Biting down on your bottom lip, you carefully shaded the design you had been drawing up all afternoon.

“About to come to see you after this fool bounces.” He paused for a moment and from the fading background noise, you could tell he was walking into another room. “Whatchu got on?”

“Why don’t you just come over and find out?” you teased.

His drawled out chuckle made your nipples harden beneath your shirt.

“Alex won’t be here,” you added with a smirk.

“Really?”

“Mhm, she's just finishing up her cannabis butter and then she’s got a date.”

“So maybe you shouldn’t be wearing anything at all by the time I get there,” he purred, sending another flurry of shivers down your frame.

“Maybe I won’t,” you replied as Alex put her butter in the fridge to solidify before she went to her room. “But if I do that, just know that if you take too long to get here, I’ll start without you.”

“You’re a fucking tease,” he breathed. “You know that vibrator you got ain't got nothing on me.”

“Maybe I’ll just use it to warm me up then,” you answered, rubbing your thighs together to create a bit of friction.

“God damn, baby,” he groaned.

“Yo, Drexyl, I’m out!” you heard from a distance away on the other end.

“Yeah, aiight, Spider! Later, man!” he called back. “I’ll be there in fifteen, you better be waiting for me with that pussy on full display, you feel me?”

“What if I’m not?” you challenged playfully.

“Then Daddy’s gonna spank that ass until it’s glowing.”

A thrill flooded your stomach at his use of the title you’d given him the last time he’d been over. It had tumbled from your lips by accident, while he had you bent over the vanity in the bathroom before a shower. As soon as the two syllables had rolled off your tongue, his eyes had met yours in the mirror, swirling with more lust than you’d ever seen in him. His hips had paused as he leaned over you and held your face with a hand under your jaw.

“What’d you just call me?” he’d asked, and for a second you’d thought maybe you had turned him off, but when it took you a moment too long to answer, he thrust once, hard enough to dig your hips against the edge of the vanity. “I asked you a question,” he’d growled. “What did you just call me?”

Holding his stare in the mirror, you swallowed and repeated, “Daddy.”

His eyes had darkened and the corner of his lips twitched into what might’ve been a smirk if his attention hadn’t then been captured by pounding you into the vanity harder. “Say it again.”

So hearing him use the moniker again without any prompting made your toes curl against the couch cushion beneath them.

“You promise?” you asked, the fingers of your free hand coming to graze along your neck where a mark he’d given you from the same day in the bathroom was just beginning to fade.

He chuckled. “Damn right. Fifteen minutes.”

You hung up just as Alex was coming back into the living room in a short sundress, putting on lip gloss.

“Okay, that should be fine in the fridge,” she said, gesturing toward the kitchen. “I’m planning on not coming home, so you should have the place to yourselves. I assume Drexyl’s coming over again?”

“Yeah, he’s on his way now,” you answered. “Why? Is there any reason you would come home tonight?”

“Well, it’s the third date so theoretically he should be getting laid at the end of the night, but he still has the entire date to turn out to be a douche monkey so I dunno. Hopefully, he won’t be. It’s been way too long since I’ve had any dick, and I swear to the gods if I have to pretend not to notice that Drexyl’s fingering you under the blanket again, I’ll fucking die.”

Your eyes widened, almost popping out of your sockets. “How did you—?”

“Oh come on, Y/N, seriously?” She started imitating you, or at least her perception of you; gasping and jolting in place, whimpering softly, her shoulders were stiff and her jaw was clenched. Her lips parted as a sharp breath pushed through them, and she clamped her mouth shut, jaw trembling with an imaginary effort. The next moment, her expression had dropped as she looked at you with a pointed stare. “I didn’t think you liked Richard Dreyfuss that much.”

Pursing your lips, you tried not to laugh. “Sorry if we made it awkward.”

“Actually, it was kinda hot, I’m honestly a little pissed that you didn’t invite me to watch, but it’s cool. I had Richard and Marcia to keep me company, I guess.”

“You would seriously watch?” you asked with an arched brow. “I knew you were kinky, but I didn’t think you were that kinky.”

“Hell yes, I would watch, bitch!” she replied, looking herself over in the mirror next to the couch and earning a laugh from you. “Okay, how do I look?”

“You look hot.”

“Yeah, but, like, would you fuck me?”

“Absolutely,” you answered.

She grinned at you and picked up her purse from the TV stand. “Tell Drexyl I said hi, and as for you, if I don’t end up getting laid tonight, I expect full details of what you guys did.” She walked to the door and turned to look at you. “With sound effects.”

You laughed and gave her a wave, turning back to your design. You drew a few more lines and decided to finish the rest the next day, picking up the phone to order a pizza for you and Drexyl.

Just as you hung up, there was a knock at the door, and you went to answer it, biting down on your bottom lip when you remembered his promise to spank you if you weren’t naked by the time he arrived. Opening the door, you gave him a sultry smile as he gave you a once over and stepped toward you until his chest was nearly touching yours. His eyes took in your sleeveless shirt and soft cotton shorts before they came up to meet yours again.

“You look sexy, but I thought I told you I wanted you naked by the time I got here,” he said, closing the door behind him and locking it.

“I figured you would want to unwrap me yourself, Daddy,” you answered.

He smirked down at you, and in a flash, his hand came up to grab a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back. “Nice save, Not Sugar.”

You smirked back. “Thanks.”

“But don’t think it’s gonna get you outta that spanking.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours, his free hand slipping under your shirt to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him as he walked the two of you further into the apartment. Releasing your hair, he took your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your bare breasts. Hands following the curves of your sides, he slid both of them under your cotton shorts to grab your ass.

“I ordered pizza,” you said as he kissed along one side of your neck.

He grunted in acknowledgement against your collarbone, bending enough to tug your shorts off, leaving you in your dark gray boyshorts with marijuana leaves printed all over them. “Nice panties.”

He sat down on the couch as you thanked him, and before you could sit beside him, grabbed your wrist, yanking you down across his lap.

You yelped in surprise, gasping as the thrill in your belly reignited. Your hips instinctively arched back, presenting your ass to him and your breathing deepened. A tingle bloomed between your legs, an itch forming on your ass cheeks at the realization that he was going to spank you. Waiting for the first blow was sweet agony, the anticipation for contact alone making your muscles clench as the tickle between your thighs continued to build. You jolted, moaning when his hand gently caressed one ass cheek, squeezing every so often while his other hand laid on the small of your back.

“Listen here,” he said softly, his hand lowering to stroke over the back of your thigh. “When Daddy tells you to do somethin’…” The first slap surprised you, making you gasp and your eyes widen as the reverberations from the impact spread through your core. The heat it left on your ass combined with the cool breeze on the back of your thigh where his hand had been was intoxicating, pulling you deeper under his spell. “I expect you to do it.” He spanked you again on the opposite cheek, his hand coming down faster than the one before, but it wasn’t until the third slap that you grunted, the sting finally delivering more pain than tingle. “You got me?”

Panting softly, you nodded. Apparently that wasn’t good enough for him because the next time his hand came down on your skin, the sting set fire to your ass, the heat and pain lingering just a bit longer. You cried out, lifting your ass slightly up to him.

“Say it!” The dangerously low growl of his voice sent a shiver down to your cunt, hardening your nipples in its path as a moan blew through your lips.

“Yeah!”

The next spank was harder still. His hand stayed behind this time to squeeze your ass cheek, pinching it between his fingers and the heel of his palm. Tears formed in your eyes as your muscles contracted, making your hips squirm in his lap. “Yeah, what?”

Before you could answer, his hand came down three more times, alternating cheeks and making you quickly realize that his promise to spank you until your ass glowed was not sexy hyperbole. It was a promise, and one that had your panties soaked in arousal.

“I got it, Daddy,” you whimpered.

“Good girl.”

You moaned as his hands soothed the sting that lingered on your backside. His erection poked against your stomach, and you took a deep breath to allow your diaphragm to expand, pressing back against him. Just as you were beginning to relax beneath his touch, he spanked you two more times, harder. Crying out at the fire his spanks induced on your skin, you squirmed again in his lap. Your panties had just become so wet they stuck to your labia, the soaked cotton creating a makeshift mold of your pussy. The slick between the tops of your thighs was becoming sticky, and you wiggled some more, trying to get his hand to move again.

“Next time I won’t be so nice,” he said, squeezing one ass cheek tightly, earning a whine before he leaned back on the couch, both his hands leaving you. “Stand up.”

You pouted but immediately obeyed, moving slowly in an effort to keep physical contact with him until the very last minute. You didn’t have to wait long for his hands to be on you again, pulling down your panties. He hissed at the clear string of arousal that connected your underwear with your center, and licked his lips while you stepped out of the soiled cloth.

“Fuck, baby girl, so wet for Daddy, aren’t you,” he purred, one hand immediately coming to slide his fingers through your folds.

He wasted no time, thrusting first one then two fingers inside you while the other hand held your hip. Using the fingers in your cunt, he tugged you toward him, pressing against your g spot for as long as it took to pull you between his knees. You moaned, hands instinctively going to his shoulders in an effort to hold yourself up. Leaning forward, he dropped wet kisses over your stomach while his fingers moved hard and fast inside you.

Your knees buckled, muscles briefly hugging his fingers. Closing your eyes, you panted through parted lips, breath catching in your throat when he curled his digits inside you and tickled your g spot. Rolling your hips, you chased the orgasm that you could feel building in the pit of your stomach. Just as the tingles reached a fever-pitch, he pulled his fingers out, leaving just the tips inside.

Your muscles seemed to freeze mid-clench, unable to gain purchase on something to pull you over the edge. There was something slowly rolling down your labia, and you could only guess that more lubricant oozed from your body. Your own fingers pressing against his shoulders, you whined and wiggled in place. Opening your eyes, you looked down to find him with a cocky smirk on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby girl, did you wanna come?” he teased, sliding his fingers back inside you.

You gasped, moaning just as there was a knock on the door. No! Go away! Fuck!

“Pizza,” you whimpered. Alex wouldn’t have knocked.

He grunted, clearly also a bit annoyed at the interruption as he slowly walked his digits inside you, earning another moan, instantly refocusing you. His fingers once again slipped from your depths, prompting a sob of protest to fall from your lips. You bounced in place, your eyes pleading.

You were so close. So fucking close. You just needed him to finish you.

“What? You wanna leave him out there?” he asked with a smirk as he stood. He brought a finger up to your face. “Don’t move, you hear?”

You nodded. “I won’t, Daddy.” Rubbing your thighs together, you closed your eyes, legs still moving to create friction between your thighs.

“Nope. I don’t wanna see any of that,” he said pointing at your hips. “I said, don’t fucking move.”

Is he joking?!

“You’ll stand there and wait for Daddy to make you come.”

Something rolled up the underside of your clit, and you moaned softly, nodding. “Okay, Daddy.”

He walked to the door and opened it just enough to grab the pizza, making sure to keep the delivery person from seeing that you were standing naked in the middle of the living room. You didn’t dare say so out loud, but your pussy even throbbed at the thought of them looking at you — naked and dripping wet on the hardwood floors, and likely looking absolutely wrecked.

You’d teased Alex earlier about having a voyeur kink, but maybe it was you that had an exhibition kink.

You wiggled in place, catching yourself just in time. You had already pushed it when you didn’t do as he’d asked before he got here, this time you would do as he said, still desperate for release.

He closed the door and came back with the pizza, knitting his brows when he finally realized something was different in the living room. “Shit, where’d the coffee table go?”

“It’s over there, Alex needed someplace to put her project,” you said, pointing with your thumb behind you, where the coffee table sat with a full model of a building and surrounding landscape. “Now come back over here and make me come.”

Snorting, he put the pizza down on the peninsula that separated the living room from the kitchen and came up behind you.

“You think you’re running the show, baby girl?” he asked, trailing his fingertips down your side, eliciting a shiver from you.

“Please, Daddy?” you pleaded, wiggling your hips against his erection, the denim of his jeans rough against your red cheeks. The itch between your legs became unbearable.

“You begging?” he teased.

“Yes! Please!” you urged through clenched teeth.

The vibration of his chuckle trickled over your skin, hardening your nipples into two stiff peaks as he moved past you and sat on the couch again. One of his hands went to hold you by the hip while the other trailed up your inner thighs. You arched your hips forward as his fingertips made contact with your soaked folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispered to you, thrusting his fingers in you again and tugging you toward him, pressing on your g spot. “Go ahead and come for Daddy,” he purred and his fingers curled to wiggle against the spongy gland, relentlessly stimulating it until your full focus was on what was happening between your legs.

Your hands shot to his shoulders, holding onto him firmly as the pressure coiled inside you, tightening until you were holding your breath, anticipating when it would finally burst. With a stuttered gasp, your pussy fluttered around his fingers as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to buck your hips, but could barely move due to the grip he had on you, which only intensified your release.

“That’s it, baby girl, show Daddy what a needy little whore you can be for him,” he purred against your stomach, causing another rush of tickles to the apex of your thighs. He dropped wet kisses and bites all over your midsection, the fingers inside you beginning to thrust again.

A sob ripped from your throat as another surge of tickles bloomed between your thighs, legs trembling as another intense orgasm crested. To your surprise, you wanted more of him, even in the throes of your second orgasm.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you whimpered.

A gasp escaped through your lips as he pulled his fingers away and turned you around, dropping you on the couch on your back. With his hands behind your knees, he yanked you to the edge, pushing against your inner thighs to widen them enough for him to kneel between them.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, the clinks of his belt sending goosebumps over your body.

“Yes, please!” you replied sweetly, holding your legs apart by the back of your knees. You wiggled your ass for him and smiled as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

“You’re so fucking cute, baby,” he said as he shoved his pants out of the way and slapped his cock on your slit. Your muscles clenched in anticipation. “Tell Daddy how bad you want his cock.”

“Please, I want your cock, Daddy!” you whimpered, rocking your hips against him as he slid his shaft along your folds. “Please fuck me!”

That seemed to do the trick and a gasp stuttered in your throat, your eyes immediately lowering to where he sunk into you. You let out the breath as his hips pressed against your ass. Hands on your knees, he pulled them down, keeping them as wide as they would go.

“Feet on the floor, baby,” he purred, grabbing your hips in both hands before he began a pace that was slow enough to be agonizing, but hard enough to make your breasts ripple from the impact. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You arched your hips to try to make it so that his shaft would drag along the sensitive spot inside you. Clenching your teeth, you moved insistently, desperate for him to increase the pace.

He reached up with one hand and pinched each of your nipples one at a time, making you arch your back toward him as you cried out.

“Tell me what you want.”

“F-faster, Daddy,” you stuttered.

“You want me to fuck you faster?”

You nodded as a series of mewls tumbled from your lips when you tried to answer properly.

“Greedy little slut,” he hissed behind a smirk before he snapped his hips faster. “Fuck, baby, your pussy’s so wet right now. So fucking tight.” The hand that had been playing with your breasts moved to cup your jaw, his thumb thrusting between your lips. “I think I’ll use this pretty mouth as my cum-dump.”

Your eyes rolled back as you moaned around his thumb, your legs widening as your cunt walls fluttered around him.

“Yeah, I know you like that. You like when I use your holes like a cock-sleeve, don’t you, baby?” His thumb pressed down on your tongue as he bent forward, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes, Daddy,” you groaned, the words partially obscured by his thumb.

“Such a good girl.” He moved faster, and you began to pant noisily around his thumb. “That’s it, come on, baby, come on Daddy’s cock,” he urged in whispers against your ear.

Your body responded immediately, trembling as your muscles clenched around his thick shaft. Your throat was raw, but that didn’t stop you from crying out again and again, your hips bucking against him desperately. This orgasm lasted somehow longer than the first two, your pussy squeezing his cock again and again until he slowly pulled out. You whined, wanting to feel him come inside you, but automatically opened your mouth when he took a fistful of your hair and pulled you to a sitting position as he stood.

“Good girl, open up,” he groaned, pushing you down on him and thrusting into your throat. “You better swallow every last fucking drop, you hear me?”

You tried to say, “Yes, Daddy,” but it just sounded like wet, muffled noise as he fucked your mouth relentlessly, his balls slapping against your chin.

It wasn’t long before the thick vein on the underside of his cock throbbed against your tongue, stream after stream of his cum spurting down your throat. His groans and praises continued as he held you down, thrusting shallowly against your face while you swallowed around him as quickly as you could, careful not to waste a single drop.

Your nose was smushed against the trimmed hairs just beneath his hips and your face grew hot with the lack of oxygen, tears blurring your vision as your hands went to his hips. You coughed around him, swallowing one last time as he finally pulled out. When your airway was clear, you took a huge gulp of air and licked your lips before taking his head in again. Drexyl groaned under his breath as your tongue gently slid over his tip, gathering the last few drops of his orgasm.

“Fuck!” he hissed, loosening his grip on your hair. With the same hand, he cupped beneath your jaw and tilted your head up as he bent forward. “You look so pretty choking on my cock, baby,” he purred, kissing your lips. His free hand came up to cup your face, thumb wiping your tears away from under one eye. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” you answered, your voice ragged.

“Go clean up, I’ll get you some pizza,” he replied, kissing you again before he stuffed himself back into his jeans and buttoned them up. He walked to the kitchen. “We’ll watch whatever you want.”

“How about The Godfather?” you asked as he put the pizza on the stove and took out a couple of plates.

He grinned over at you, pulling out two slices of pizza. “A gangster movie, huh? That's my girl.”

Smiling back, you stood and went to the bathroom, not bothering with your clothes, and washed your face. Turning to look at your ass in the mirror, you smiled to yourself at the redness of your cheeks, grazing your fingers over a handprint on your left one. Biting your bottom lip, you turned off the light and went back into the living room.

Drexyl was already sitting on the couch eating a slice of pizza, your plate sitting beside him. His eyes moved to you, arching a brow when you sat down, still naked. “You’re not gonna put anything on?”

“Why should I?” you asked, smirking at him as you took a bite from your pizza.

“Fucking tease,” he murmured, using the remote to hit play on the VCR.

“By the way, Alex knows you’ve been fingering me under the blanket when we watch romantic comedies.”

“The fuck you tell her that for?” he asked, taking another bite of his pizza.

You swallowed the bite that was in your mouth. “I didn’t. She figured it out.”

“That’s cause you make too much noise,” he mumbled playfully behind his hand.

“Shut up,” you replied in a chuckle.

The two of you ate your pizza and watched the movie in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, from the corner of your eye, you’d see Drexyl look over at you, appreciating your still naked form. About halfway through the movie, he shifted in his seat as you stood and took both plates into the kitchen, putting them in the sink.

“You see the mark I left for you?”

You didn’t have to look back at him to know he was smiling, and it made your own lips curl upward. “Was that the plan all along?”

“Damn right it was,” he answered.

Shooting him a smile over your shoulder, you moved to the fridge and opened it. “You want dessert? I think we might have some chocolate pudding.”

“Nah, I don’t want pudding,” he answered, his eyes still on you.

There was a moment of silence before you saw him move to sit on the floor from the corner of your eye.

“How bout you come over here and put that pretty pussy on my face?” he purred.

The muscles between your legs clenched, sending a tingle to your clit as you looked back at him. Slowly closing the fridge, you walked up to him.

He leaned his head back and licked his lips as you moved to straddle his face, standing over him. Smirking up at you, he swirled his tongue through your folds. His hands cradled your ass, holding you to him as he used his tongue to massage over your sex. Pulling you closer, he sucked your clit between his lips and groaned at your taste.

Gasping, you brought your hands to the back of his head, holding him in place while your hips rocked against him. You shivered at the way his facial hair lightly scratched your labia, the tips of the hair on his chin feathering your opening. Wincing when his hands squeezed your ass possessively, you closed your eyes, letting the dull pain mixed with sharp pleasure take hold of you. Your thighs flexed as you fought the urge to close your legs around his head, the familiar pressure beginning to coil deep inside you. Your muscles clenched in search of something to squeeze, to no avail.

Empty. You were so empty.

Your orgasm was lingering just beneath the surface, your hips bucking as you desperately tried to push yourself over the edge. Crying out when he moved his hands from your ass to your hips, holding you still and doubled his efforts, sliding a pointed tongue to your entrance and thrusting it in as far as it would go. Your pussy tried to close around it when he slipped it out and back to your clit.

“Ooh fuck, Daddy!”

“That’s my girl, come for Daddy, baby.” The vibration of his words tickled your swollen bud, and he dropped an open-mouthed kiss on your clit, sucking it. But it was when his fingers sank into you again and curled forward that your muscles contracted. Your legs trembled as your fourth orgasm of the night washed over you, your legs turning to jello.

Drexyl tightened his hold on your hips, holding you up as he continued to lick and suck your cunt, lapping up every drip that flowed out. With his mouth still latched onto your pussy, he gently pushed you onto the couch. He grunted when his lips lost contact with your core, licking a path from your clit, up the center of your stomach.

“Oh yeah, fuck me again, Daddy,” you whimpered in a small voice. “I want you to come in my pussy.”

“Oh fuck, baby,” he whispered back, taking your lips with his as he settled between your legs.

Reaching down, you began to unbutton his jeans when he stood and quickly shed all his clothes, making you chuckle softly.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he lay between your thighs again, one hand reaching for him. Your eyes widened slightly as his cock slid into your hyper-sensitive pussy, sending tickles along your inner walls.

He groaned against your neck as his hips pressed into yours, not waiting for long before he began a steady pace. A gentle slap of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the air. He didn’t always fuck you sweetly, but when he did, it still carried an air of the animal he could be, and the one he could turn you into. Biting down gently on your neck made your walls clamp around him as you rocked your hips up to him.

“Good girl, fuck me back. That’s it.”

His whispers tugged you along, closer and closer to the edge the both of you loved so much, his hips quickening. Your eyes stung with the sweat building on your face, some of it rolling down your temple as he licked a path up your neck, over the sharp curve of your chin before he slid his tongue in your mouth. You automatically began to suck on it, the way you would sock his cock during your more passionate blowjobs. He groaned, and his hips were pounding you hard, jerking you up and down.

Your orgasm hit you from nowhere, jolting you like a rubber band that had been pulled taut and then released over your entire body. Arching your back, you whined and gasped, stomach trembling in pleasure while your cunt milked him. Your muscles clenched even harder when he grunted a final time, grinding himself into you as he spurted his cum in your pussy.

It was a few more minutes before either of you spoke, and had you not been so thoroughly serviced, you might not have asked what you did then, “Would you ever be okay with Alex watching us?”

He picked up his head, smirk on his face but with an arched brow above his good eye. “Watch us fuck?”

“Watch you finger me,” you clarified, not quite ready to offer your roommate a full show just yet. Maybe someday.

“You want her to see what a little whore you are for my cock?” he asked, dropping a kiss beneath your earlobe.

“I dunno, but if she ever asks again, I at least wanna know where you stand,” you replied.

He thought it over for a moment, then bobbed his shoulders. “If you’re cool with it, sure.”

Grinning up at him, you pulled him down for another kiss, your nails scraping down his shoulder blade. He pulled out of you and laid behind you, pulling down the blanket from the back of the couch to cover your waists as he settled in to watch the rest of the movie, which was close to over by now.

Pulling his arm tighter around you, you sighed contently. “We can watch Mean Streets after this if you want.”

You felt rather than saw his satisfied grin. “You treat me so good, baby.”

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