#weird i havent done it before | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ominoose · 2 years ago

Text

𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐱𝐢 - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: A taxi pulls up beside you to rescue you in the rain, turns out its no ordinary cab. Warnings: Smut (f!recieving oral, vaginal sex), google translated Spanish. WC: 2.5k A/N: Thank you to @minispidey for brainstorming this with me <3

The rain was unrelenting, the pavement reflecting the bright neon lights of New York as you stand at the corner of the block, holding your jacket over your head as if it could save you from the sudden storm. Taxi's were roaring past, almost splashing you as they sped on through busy street's, yet not paying any mind to your out stretched hand, waving wildly in the hopes of shelter and a ride.

With a sigh you drop your arm, trying to shake off the water that was running down onto your dampening top. There was no use, no way were you going to manage to catch a stray taxi on a Saturday night. As you turn in defeat, resigning yourself to walk home, a honk and bright lights catch your attention.

A slick, black taxi cab pulls up next to you, the windows completely tinted, shielding the interior and driver from view. You stare in confusion, looking left and right. Everyone was walking by with haste, hunched under umbrellas and rushing to get out of the rain, no one was stood waiting for a cab.

The hum of a window rolling catches your attention, and when you glance back towards the cab a man is resting an arm on the car door. A black flat cap sat low on his face, casting a shadow over his eyes, leaving only a dark mustache and a casual smirk to define him.

"You getting in or what, querido?" The voice had a husky New York drawl, casual and confident as he gestured between you and the door.

With only a moments hesitation you hurriedly step towards the cab, opening the door and dumping yourself into the seat, your jacket thrown beside you. For a moment you felt bad, wetting the leather seats of the one taxi that would stop for you.

"Thanks for pulling up, I was about to give up. Thought I was going to have to walk it home in the downpour." You huff out, offering a friendly smile to the man as you buckle in.

"No hay problema, wouldn't want a pretty lady like you getting too wet." The taxi rumbles to life, merging with the rest of the cars of and setting off.

It was a spacious cab, the kind that had two rows of seats facing one another with enough space in the middle to stretch your legs out. There was two clean towels folded on a seat to the left, with water bottles and a pack of wipes in the car door. 'What a nice cabi, leaving little amenities for customers', you thought before looking up at the glass separating the back and front of the taxi, trying to peer at the mysterious driver.

Stray dark curls peeked from the back of his flat cap, resting on the collar of a leather jacket and black gloved hands patted the wheel in a rhythm as a soft, classical Spanish song sounds through the radio. The man held an aura of mystery, leaning back against the seat like he'd done it a thousand times before, but you couldn't shake the feeling he held a cat like awareness. There was something about him, exuding a raw masculinity that he wielded nonchalantly.

"So, you dried off yet or are you still wet?" A small flush works up from your neck as he speaks, hoping he hadn't caught you staring.

"No I- I'm still a bit wet. Didn't want to waste your nice towels there, I'm basically soaked through so there'd be no point. Hope you don't mind me getting your seat a bit damp." You laugh a little self-consciously, looking down sheepishly at your wet clothes. You were thoroughly drenched.

"Soaking through you say?" The man repeats mirthfully, tutting a little, "No, the towels would be no use now, not when you are only going to get wetter."

You nod, smiling, chuckling with him automatically before his words sink in.

"Wetter?" You blink in confusion, glancing out the window at the passing lights as the taxi drives on, "Wait, I never told you where I wanted to go."

The man looks at you in the rear view mirror, dark eyes creasing with mischief.

"I'll tell you where I am going to, bebé. I am going to fuck you with my tongue until you've pulled out at least three clumps of my hair. Then I am going to fuck you into those back seats until your ass leaves a permanent imprint." The words were spoken casually, with a wave of his hand as if he was discussing any usual fare.

The taxi turned into a car park, slowly driving up a few floors before pulling into an empty corner. The lights were dim, flickering periodically, and if it weren't for the lights on in the taxi you likely wouldn't have been able to see much.

"W-What?" Your heart was almost thudding out of your chest, and as the man turned to look at you he only smirked in response, looking amused. His lack of an answer sends shivers down your spine, in both excitement and alarm.

As you're left processing the situation he's stepping out the front of the taxi and into the back, slamming the door behind him and sitting directly in front of you, legs spread and arms clasped atop his knees as he stares you down.

"So, cosa bonita, I think it's time we see just how wet you are, sí?" A leather clad finger gently taps your knee and slowly strokes up your thigh, all the while his eyes never leave yours, watching over your reactions with a dark intensity.

You don't stop him, exhilarated as you glance down to see his finger stop just at the top of your thigh making your breath catch in your throat. You gaze back up at him to see his eyes flicker to the top of your jeans before looking back at you, quirking his eyebrow expectantly.

Swallowing nervously, you take the hint, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, sliding the wet denim down slowly to your knees and yet by his expression it's not enough. You're forced to stand awkwardly, hunched over so you don't hit the roof and trying to fully lift your leg out your jeans when his gloved hands suddenly impact your ass with a loud smack.

"You weren't joking about being soaked through bebé, those panties will need to go too. Can't have you completely ruining my leather seats." He doesn't pay any mind as you gasp at your reddening rear, he only pats your thigh, encouraging you to strip for him.

Once again you do as he bids, biting your lip as you pull your underwear down past your knees. A deep groan leaves his throat as he brings a finger up to stroke over the skin of your thigh.

Without warning his hands grip at the soft flesh of your waist, pushing you back onto the seat as he kneels with one leg in front of you, nudging your thighs open with the other. Without hesitation's his head delves snugly between your thighs, kissing a line up and down your glistening folds.

"Dios mío, so fucking wet..." The man mumbles as he delves his tongue into your heat as deep as he can, his nose nudging at your clit while his gloved hands massage your thighs.

Your head slams back against the headrest of the seat as you arch into him. Flinging your legs over his shoulders, you knot your hands into his curls, knocking his cap off as you fight to bury his tongue further into you.

As you slowly start to grind against his face he splays his palm over your abdomen, his thumb reaching down to rub circles over your bundle of nerves. The stitching of the leather adds a hardness that has you keening with pleasure, griping his hair tighter. Just as he predicted.

He smirks into your skin, fucking you in deep strokes with his tongue, curling it into your walls as you pant harder and louder before he pulls back. The man licks his lips in satisfaction, a small string of slick coating his mustache and he tilts his head almost innocently as you whine at the emptiness you now felt.

"Aw, there there querido. Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel very, very good, all you have to do is lay down on those seats for me."

There was something about his voice, so calm yet commandeering, that had consistently doing anything he asked. With a breathless nod, you shift yourself and lay flat against the cold, now damp seats of the taxi, knees bent to fit.

"'Atta girl." He chuckles, patting your leg before he unzips his black trousers, pulling them and his boxers down in one practiced motion. His erection bounces up against his white shirt, leaving a tiny wet spot as a bead of precum slowly bubbled from the top. It was thick, a large vein curling up the underside and your lips parted in awe.

The man maneuvered himself between your legs, turning you on your side a bit to comfortably press himself against your as he shrugs off his leather jacket and chucks it onto the other seats. He keeps his gloves on, squeezing your thighs one more as he holds your leg up. His other hands strokes up and down his cock slowly, tapping it against your clit, drinking up your mewls and whines with a smug expression.

"Feel goods, huh? You ain't seen nothing yet." His words are all the warning you get before he slides into you all the way, bottoming out completely. He hisses as presses fully into you, squeezing your thigh enough to leave marks while his other hand pulls your shirt up to your chin, leaving your chest exposed. His hand leaves goosebumps in its wake as it smooths over your bare skin before he leans down and licks a wet strip from your belly button all the way up to your breasts.

"Please..." You whisper, begging as you push back against him, desperate for more friction, "Please, move, god I need more."

"So needy, maybe the neediest lady I've had yet." Before you can fully process the word's he pulls out until his tip is barely inside you, pausing for a moment to grin down at the look of anguish on your face before he thrusts back into you.

The man sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with enough force to rock the taxi. The inside is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin while you gasp and moan loudly, too caught up in the searing pleasure to restrain yourself.

His leather thumb flicks your clit cheekily, a sharp yelp leaving you breathless at the touch before he rubs circles over it. The man was clearly experienced, angling his thrusts experimentally until he hit the spot that had your head craning back against the car door and left you seeing stars. Once he found your sweet spot he made sure to hit it with precision each and every thrust, unrelenting as he matched his pace the thumb swirling over your bud.

"That's right bebé, keep taking my cock, so fucking good for me." He sneers down at you, huffing hard through his nose as he slams his hips into yours. Your hand finds the bar on the car door and you grip it until your knuckles turn white, the pleasure coiling in your stomach almost becomes too much to bare and you're surprised you haven't cum already.

He seems to sense how close you are and groans as your walls preemptively tighten around his cock, but he kept his pace, not even letting his thumb falter as he fucked you into oblivion. The taxi was creaking from how badly it was being rocked, to anyone outside it would've been obvious what was happening within, but the outside world was lost to both of you.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come." You were babbling, eyes screwing shut as you arched against him, grinding yourself into his hardness.

"Do it, come on my cock, come for me." His sharp grunts were the last thing you heard before that coiling heat in your stomach bursts through the rest of your body, flooding ecstasy into your veins. Your nails rake down his shoulders as your body tenses, the walls of your pussy pulsing around the man's cock as he came.

The sudden feeling of his fingers bruising grip on your thigh was your only indication he'd come undone as well, the snapping of his hips stuttering as his thumb slowed its march around your clit.

You both lay there panting, trying to catch your breath as your limbs went weak, a very faint tingling present just underneath your skin.

After a moment the man pulls from you with a deep breath, his face neutral as he moves to grab a bottle of water from the car door.

"Not bad." He muses, taking a quick swig of popular, "I think you'll be popular, you make good noises. This'll get a fair number of views."

Slowly you sit up, wincing a little now you no longer have pleasure to dampen just how hard he had been plowing into you. The man throws a towel and pack of wipes at you, taking another drink.

"What do you mean? Views? Did you record this?" You ask each question in rapid succession, confused and concerned at the prospect of being filmed without consent. Letting a random taxi driver take you into a secluded parking garage for sex was a bad enough decision, having it plastered over the internet was a whole other game.

The look of confusion he turns to you with doesn't help.

"Uh, sí? How else would it be posted?" He looks you up and down for a moment, eyes narrowing as he tries to discern why you seem so bewildered.

"Posted? Posted where?!" At your words a flicker of understanding flashes over his face and the man turns fully to you, brow furrowed.

"To the porn site. This is the Fake Taxi. I pick up the actress from the designated spot, drive her, fuck her good, then it goes for editing and whatever before it is put online. You were standing at the designated spot." He speaks bluntly, watching you with narrowed eyes as you take in what he's saying, watching the realization dawn on you.

"Oh." You thought you'd gotten lucky when the sleek cab pulled up next to you, assumed he had saw you waving just before giving up. Neither was true, you'd been mistaken for a porn star.

"You are not the actress." The man states, not even a question at this point. It was obvious he'd picked up and fucked the wrong girl, and you find yourself curling up under the towel in embarrassment.

"No. I'm not."

He stares at you, face completely stony. Even as he takes another drink of water his dark eyes never leave yours. His expression shows nothing, giving no indication of whats going through his mind and the silence, the tension, has your heart beating a little faster as you wonder whether you were in trouble.

A gloved hand is held out in front of you as the mans signature knowing smirk curls its way back onto his face.

"I'm Jake Lockley. We make a good team."

#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #omiwrites #i realised this was my first time ever writing sex #holy shit #weird i havent done it before #anyway #if its shit lmk i appreciate honest criticism

163 notes · View notes