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Lapdog

🐩staring: NerdMiguel x QueenBee!Reader

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“Sounds like you want a lapdog.” Peter laughed, returning to your conversation as MJ followed suit in his laughter which only made your smile broaden.

“It does…

Doesn't it...?”

🌸Summary: You, Queen Bee, have been desiring a little assistant for a while—someone who can fetch you things, do your work, assist you in any way possible, and just make life much easier. However, after witnessing a surprising occurrence with one of the lamest students on campus, Miguel O'Hara, you believe you've found just that, and maybe something even better…

🐩tw/cw: Blackmail, Demeaning, Desperation, Dirty talk, Dominance, Handjob, Orgasm Denial, Ownership, Public Masturbation, Sex toys, Vibrator, etc…

💗rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🌸Word count: 9k

Small quiet whimpers left the lips of the burly man to your left. His head lowered in an attempt to hide as he did your college work. His large, left hand trembled whilst he solved long math equations, expressions, logarithms, and whatever else the packet held. You looked from the four-eyed male to look across the table at two people who also sat at your booth.

Peter B. Parker, the captain of the football team, and golden boy of the school sat across from you, alongside his girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, or MJ, who was the editor of the college newspaper. They sat snuggled up against each other, MJ on his chest and his arm wrapped around her.

The two were your “friends” at your university. You all formed the famous clinique that instilled fear and envy into all of the student body.

But between the adored football jock and the news girl, you, on the other hand, were a much bigger deal.

Everyone knew you and your name and if you didn't, you were seen as an utter disgrace due to your cluelessness.

You were known as the university’s queen bee.

Everyone loved or hated you, you didn't care, any attention was welcomed. You were the leader of the notorious sorority house of baddies with a rich family that can drop and sue anyone with a drop of a hat.

You could control the student body in masses with just a word, and had everyone, even the staff, around your pretty manicured finger. Whatever you say goes and don't you fucking dare think otherwise, you'll be an idiot to challenge the queen.

Having the ability to turn any person into a complete nobody, withering away in debts and charges, kept everyone in their place.

But you wouldn't exactly say Peter and MJ were your friends. Just students at college that had a certain kind of power that was highly useful to have in your corner.

Peter and his kind and sweet persona were able to solidify bonds with other universities, and the dean, themselves. He was the face of your campus and was hella popular.

MJ was the head of the media. Whatever she said or wrote in the newspaper or the college blog was believed by any and everyone on campus, even if it was false.

Not like anyone would know…

Peter, MJ, and yourself were all on the top of the food chain at your university, no one else mattered, and was worth the time…

So why the hell was this lowlife sitting at your booth?

Miguel O'Hara, known as the nerdiest of the nerds on your college campus, sat beside you at your usual booth in Mama's diner.

Your cliniques’ usual hangout spot.

To be fair, you didn't classify Miguel as such, more of a loner because he didn't look at all like a nerd.

His body was covered in muscles, bulging ones that contrasted greatly with his quiet persona. He had a towering height that rose above most of the football team, and he got girls.

Or well…

Girls gave him attention, not like the guy minded them.

He kept to himself, always having his nose stuck in a book and to make him even more of a dork, he worked at the school library.

Many hated him because of him being so hard to categorize.

Was he a jock due to his bulging muscles, a bad boy, due to his mysteriousness and his constant desire for solitude, or was he a nerd for always being found reading and whenever he spoke, only intellectual things came out.

He was a tricky case.

And not one you cared about until today…

You never would have paid the introverted male any attention if it wasn't for you, this morning, stumbling into the library in search of a peasant to do your homework. Instead of finding a lowlife in waiting, you found something better…

You found Miguel in his office, in the far back of the library, moaning and jerking off under his desk. To make it even worse, AirPods adorned his ears, blocking out his auditory senses of your presence. You even leaned over his shoulder to find that he was clearly watching porn.

He was an amateur for sure…

But a needy little thing he was…

The sight before you was an honest gold mine, something that would be great for MJ to post on the school blog as you captured a little video of the surprising occurrence.

You couldn't possibly think how much his reputation, if he even had one, would tank once the whole school got a look at this.

But then, being the brilliant queen you were, you had a better idea for that video.

You decided to make use of it, as a way to have an around-the-clock lapdog that would come running at your every beck and call, at any given time...

It was a great idea, especially with the lowlife being not so bad on the eyes.

So now here he was, being a good little puppy for you and doing your homework.

Except…

It didn't seem as if your associates were too happy with your puppy's presence.

You met Peter's gaze, his amber eyes furrowed in a look of confusion as he glanced from you to the muscular loner and back again. “Okay, why the hell is he here?” He finally asked, after a while of just staring at the two of you. A smirk spread across your lips at his question.

“I believe you have eyes, Peter. He's doing my homework.” You simply said with a sly grin, continuing your subtle movement under the table which only made the geek clench his pencil even more.

Peter and MJ knew that look on you. That sneaky smile you did whenever you were up to no good; but this time, they couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, and how it involved the four-eyed freak.

MJ looked between you and Miguel as well, her cherry lips pursing. “Why here though?” She asked, her head still resting against Peter's chest. “Most of the time when we meet at Mama's diner we gossip, we talk about deep stuff. We can't do that with him here.” She acknowledged, motioning to Miguel in the corner, looking to be very concentrated on solving a long-ass math problem.

You smirked at the sight of his heavy breathing and his faintly red cheeks, before looking back at the confused expressions of your associates. You huffed, giving them a fake pout. “Come on. Miguel won't utter a single word to anyone…

Now would you?”

You asked, turning to look at the large Latino, his eyes covered with a pair of black eyeglasses. His lips trembled, trying to avoid eye contact with you. You gave him a tight squeeze, followed by a deep stroke making him jolt. His eyes briefly rolled, his mouth stammering, trying to find his words. “No. I won't.” He said so low and deep you had to lean in to hear him. You can visibly see him struggling, the beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he tries painstakingly to control his breathing.

You grinned, watching him return to work on your math packet. “See? He can be trusted.” You explained with a smirk, continuing your tantalizing play on the nerd which only made the Latino male suck in a breath and grip his pencil tighter.

You swear you thought the wooden tool would snap in two any second now…

“Fine, but what made you want to bring him of all people?” Peter asked, turning your gaze back onto him. “He holds no power at our Uni.” He said with a chuckle, running his fingers through his girlfriend's red hair. You smirked, eyeing your two “friends” across the booth. “You know how much I wanted my own little assistant for some time. Someone who can fetch me things, do my work,

Satisfy my every need…”

You abruptly squeezed Miguel harshly once more, a sudden audible groan passing his lips which gained everyone's attention. Peter and MJ glanced over at Miguel before just brushing it off as the geek having one of his weird moments.

You shot the dweeb a glare, making his ears redden. You watched him erase a mistake he made before turning to give your friends a nonchalant smile.

“Sounds like you want a lapdog.” Peter laughed, returning to your conversation as MJ followed suit in his laughter which only made your smile broaden.

“It does…doesn't it?”

You whispered, glancing over at Miguel who was avoiding your eyes, seeming to be very interested in the ways of Calculus II. You continued stroking the trembling male, feeling him strain underneath his black jeans. You brushed your thumb over his sensitive tip, making him whimper loudly, despite his attempt to suppress it by biting his lip.

You shot him another stern look, as you were slightly relieved to hear a groan of annoyance from MJ at the same time. You looked to see her glance over at the workers in Mama's diner. “Gosh, we've been sitting here for 20 minutes and our order still isn't here.” She whined, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Come on baby, it should be out in a little bit,” Peter whispered, trying to comfort her. You rolled your eyes at her dramatics. “Actually, why don't you two go check it out? See what's the hold-up?” You proposed with a sly smirk, glancing over at Miguel to see his defined Adam's apple bob at your words.

Oblivious, at your proposal and the fact that you, the queen, said it; Peter and MJ nodded and slid out of the booth. You watched in the corner of your eye as they walked away from your table.

When they were finally gone, you instantly turned your eyes over to the panting male. Instantly, he dropped his pencil, his amber eyes hooded behind his spectacles, and the wooden tool left deserted on the table. His hips thrust softly into your hand whilst his eyes rolled.

He'd completely dropped his facade of trying to seem normal.

You laughed, glancing down to see the mess he was making in his black jeans. A small wet patch gradually soaked the zipper and crotch of the denim.

“I knew you didn't finish in the library.” You teased with a laugh, continuing to stroke him. “I couldn't. You interrupted me.” He replied hoarsely, making you raise an eyebrow. You abruptly gripped his cock making him whine.

“I interrupted you?”

You scoffed, tightening your hold on him, making him whimper even more. “You have more mouth than I thought Miguel O'Hara.” You spat, releasing him and drawing his pants down, exposing his huge member fully.

His hooded eyes instantly snapped open, deep pants passing his lips. “What are you doing? Someone could see.” He exclaimed, his amber eyes blown in a mixture of lust and worry as they looked all around in fear of someone being near.

Your cliniques’ favorite booth was positioned in the back of the diner, completely secluded, so the idiot was fine.

Not like you cared…

“I honestly don't know what you are so worried about. You didn't seem concerned about someone seeing you when you were jerking off this morning.” You teased, making him growl, his cock twitching a little at that recollection. “Fuck, I didn't know anyone was there. The library is always empty in the mornings.” He said in a low voice, his tone rough and holding so much spite in it.

You couldn't help but chuckle. He looked so angry, but not like he could do anything about it. His massive body was stuck on the inside of your booth, his well-endowed cock and balls out on display.

He was completely vulnerable to you…

Your eyes trailed him, taking him in slowly. You bit your lip.

Even though the dork was a lowly peasant at your school, carrying his stupid little textbooks and allowing the jocks to beat on him when he had the muscles and height to beat their asses 10 fold.

He had an impressive cock…

It stuck straight up in the air, a small patch of dark brown, coarse hair sat on the top of his shaft, trailing an irresistible line up under his beige sweater. His cock was long and thick and was about 10 inches, with a brown, angry tip dripping with precum and begging to be tasted and played with.

During your moment of ogling, his large, veiny hand hastily covered the oddly, magnificent sight. You snapped your eyes up at him, eyes narrowing. His face was completely flushed, his hand attempting to cover his enormity between his legs.

“Move.” You simply said with a hint of anger in your tone as you crossed your arms over your white-cladded chest. Miguel clenched his jaw, averting his gaze from you.

It wasn't like he had anywhere to go. You've completely trapped him...

His body was pressed between you and the wall, the table in the center, only assisted in ensnaring him. He cursed under his breath, his cock twitching behind his palm.

Your eyebrows knitted together, a feeling of overwhelming anger building up inside of you. This nerd, loner, whatever the fuck he classified as was something different…

He knew who you were, yet, he was disobeying you, talking back, and worst of all…

Not submitting.

You've never met someone so fucking infuriating…

Your jaw clenched, trying to keep your composure and hit him where you knew it'd hurt the most. You slid closer to him, your thighs under your short, pink skirt touching his bare, thick ones.

“Move your hand or I'll make sure to send that little video of you jerking off to MJ. I think she’ll enjoy posting that onto her little blog for the whole college to see.”

You said with an evil grin. You reveled in the way his amber eyes narrowed in rage, but a hint of fear could be seen in his brown orbs. His bushy eyebrows knitted together. “You wouldn't.” He said in his rough voice between breathy moans, causing you to laugh.

You leaned towards him, your face so close to his that you could feel his minty breath against your glossy lips.

“You and I both know I will.” You smirked, glimpsing down at his shielded hand over what you desired.

“So unless you want the entire college to know how much of a needy little puppy you are, you will move your damn hand and allow me to do whatever I please.”

You spat, glancing down at his trembling hand and up at him. He held your hardened gaze for a moment longer before faltering.

He knew he couldn't win here…

He cursed softly, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes. He captured his bottom lip in his teeth, as he moved his hands, placing them on either side of him on the booth.

You smirked, licking your lips. “Good boy.” You whispered, patting his head like the doggy he was causing him to yank away. You scoffed, shaking your head.

Glancing down, your eyes met his painfully hard and erect cock. You wrapped a hand around it, feeling how brick and sticky it was in your palm. You gripped it tightly, earning a soft groan to escape his lips.

“I'm very pissed at you. What to know why?” You asked, squeezing his cock even more, making him hiss. He gripped the cushion of the booth, clenching his jaw once more. “Why?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Why? You almost got us fucking caught with those outbursts, idiot.” You spat, finding a rhythm and stroking him harshly under the table. He groaned, his head falling back against the booth. ”Maybe you should f-fucking stop then.” He said through pants, which only made you chuckle. “Oh, I'm just finishing what you started in the library, puppy.” You said with a fake pout.

“I thought you liked getting off in public places.”

Miguel moaned softly at your words, his cock twitching in your hand in response. You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Don't tell me that's the truth.” You teased with a soft chuckle.

No response was heard from him, defending nor agreeing with your proposal; only the occasional low moans and groans left his lips. You snarled, brushing your thumb along his slit, earning a rewarding jolt and a Spanish curse to fall from his lips.

“If you won't respond to that, then answer this.” You spat, nose scrunched up in disgust whilst you continued stroking. “You act all big and fucking tough when you are alone with me, yet you curl up into a little ball when others are around.” You stated with a smirk. “Why is that?”

“Because you don't fucking scare me.” He said angrily with a stable voice. You scoffed. “And others do?” You retorted with a snicker, causing him to growl in annoyance, looking away. “It's not like that.”

“Oh yeah?” You quickened your pace on his cock, fisting him faster and pressing your palm into his shaft. He whined and whimpered uncontrollably, his large hand landing on your thigh, gripping it tightly through your skirt.

Miguel was so damn frustrating. He was being as mysterious as he always was, beating around the bush and avoiding your questions like the damn plague.

But you had a solution to that…

You brushed the pad of your thumb over his tip, intensifying his pleasure with every jerk of your hand. “I don't like your fucking attitude with me.” You spat, smacking his hand off your thigh and grabbing his chin.

You roughly turned him to look at you. His eyes dazed through his black glasses and his lips parted. “I hold the power of your entire reputation in my hands. I can get your big ass kicked out of this damn college just by showing the dean that little video of you.” You growled, looking his face over in complete rage.

Do you fucking understand me?” You spat, your nails piercing into the underside of his chin. Your eyes glared daggers at him whilst you continued to slide your hand up and down his trembling shaft.

He clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring as his hand landed on your wrist. Deep groans passed his tanned lips whilst you continued to please him. “Y-yes. Fuck.” He moaned, biting his lip. "Yes to what?" You demanded, running your thumb along the crown of his tip. His grip on your wrist tightened, making you smirk. "Yes, I-I understand." He said, his deep voice sounding rather airy and breathless.

"Good boy." You whispered, tilting your head at him and glancing down to see beads of pre-cum sprouting from his tip to drip down his shaft, coating your hand.

Miguel growled. “What do you even want from me?” He asked through trembles of pleasure, his cock twitching in your fist. Your smirk broadened, turning your attention from his cock to the four-eyed male, his chin still resting in between your fingers.

“You heard that conversation between Peter, MJ and I, did you not?” You inquired with a raised eyebrow, making him heave a trembling sigh. “Lapdog, right? That’s what you fucking want?”

“Indeed.” You chuckled, releasing him. He whimpered, his thighs quivering, as heavy pants passed his lips. He rubbed his chin, pressing his backside into the leather cushions, breathing heavily.

You reached over him, grabbing a few napkins from its container to clean your hands. You could feel Miguel’s eyes on you as you looked over at him.

You weren’t surprised to see the sight of anger and irritation, but what shocked you was the hint of curiosity found in his intense gaze.

Was the dork interested in being your puppy...?’

“Why?” He finally asked after catching his breath. You laughed, turning to him with a smirk. “The better question is…

Why not?”

You replied with a giggle. Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed once more. “And you want me to be your damn lapdog?” He said full of spite and rage. His amber eyes appeared redder than usual but it didn’t faze you. “Yes, or that video goes to everyone.” You said with an evil grin. “I think everyone would be rather surprised to see what you’ve been hiding under all that ugly clothing.” You chuckled, motioning down at his massive and still very hard cock.

He snarled, looking away from you and out the window beside him. You faked a pout at him. You leaned towards him, pressing your plush lips against his ear, and ran a hand over his chest.

“Come on, puppy. Don’t be so mad, you might even enjoy it.”

You teased and to your anticipation, his cock throbbed in response. He groaned lowly, your chest, covered in a white crop top pressing into his arm. “Not like I have a damn choice.” He retorted, his voice still resonated with fury.

“Well, get used to it.”

You uttered, licking a stripe across his sharp jawline, and enjoying how he shuddered at the sensation. You then pulled away, his amber eyes following you like the needy puppy he was.

“Now, every doggy needs a collar.” You said with a smile, causing him a scowl. “I’m not wearing a damn collar.”

“So quick to assume, puppy.” You giggled, only seeming to enrage the geek even more. “Stop calling me that.” It was rather annoying how he still believed he held some type of control here.

He’ll learn sooner or later…

“You’ll grow to love it, puppy.” You emphasized on the name he hated, turning from his faltering glare to rummage in your $500 Prada bag, fishing out a toy you purchased just for your little doggy.

When you acquired it, you turned to him, twirling the dark blue and red crystalized ring in your fingers. Miguel's eyes followed it, his chest heaving in confusion and disdain, but his cock pulsated in desire and curiosity.

He could scowl and glare at you all he wanted, but his body gave him away every, single, time

“What the fuck is that?” He snapped, once he regained his composure, his amber eyes looking from the ring to you through his black eyeglasses. You bit your lip. “After our little run-in at the library this morning, I bought my new puppy something special.” His eyebrows furrowed. The geek looked perplexed for the first time.

It was a cute look on him…

“Oh don’t worry, it’ll be fun. I promise...” You giggled, glancing down at his brown cock, still twitching in desire. You then held your hand out to him, the large ring resting in your palm.

“Now…show me how much of a good doggy you can be and put this on…”

"Ugh, they are saying it's another 20 minutes.” MJ groaned, climbing into the booth right after Peter. You heaved a sigh in irritation, Mama's diner was never this backed up. It was rather annoying to think you all would have to wait just for three measly milkshakes.

“So what’s the two of you been doing? He looks like he’s about to fucking faint.” Peter joked, glancing over at Miguel whose bronze face was covered in beads of sweat. His amber eyes trained on the packet of math work once more. You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know. The math problem must be stressing him out.” You said with a smile, subtly glancing over at your phone that rested beside you on the booth, the vibrator app pulled up on the screen that was already at level 2.

The ring that you had bought your new puppy was nestled around his cock and over his balls, simulating both of his sensitive areas. You gave him the benefit of the doubt to cover himself, you weren’t a total meanie.

You just needed him to know his place, since it seemed he kept forgetting.

So you decided to set him in front of two of the most popular students at your college with a pulsating vibrator around his cock.

What better way would he learn..?

“Okay…” MJ said, brushing off the situation as nothing. “Umm, what even is his name?” She asked, talking about Miguel if he wasn’t even there. You turned to your puppy, giving him a soft pat on the head. “Tell her your name.” You said sweetly, noticing the subtle glare from him. “Miguel.”

“Your full name.” You added with a smirk. “Miguel O’Hara.” He muttered, hastily returning to solving question 24 of your math packet. MJ looked between the two of you, taking in the interaction before leaning across the table towards you.

When she spoke, her voice was in a low whisper.

“Seriously, what are you up to with him?”

She asked, her red eyebrows furrowed in concern. You scoffed, you couldn’t believe this chick.

“Why the hell are you questioning anything that I do?” You spat angrily. “The fucking dweeb is just doing my damn homework.” You said, your eyes glaring into hers.

Maybe it was the load of hair on MJ's head that was straining her brain and neck that caused her to forget her place; but regardless of what caused her sudden amnesia, one thing the little redhead better drill into her head was how much you'll enjoy fixing her errors and kicking her back into line if she'd overstepped.

You've done it to so many others, she'll be no different…

“Hey, hey, settle down,” Peter said, trying to calm the situation between the two of you. The tension in the air was so thick, it could be sliced with a spoon, let alone a knife.

“There's nothing wrong with what Y/N is doing,” Peter said, placing a hand on MJ’s shoulder and pulling her back towards his chest. MJ sighed, slowly nodding. “Yeah, my apologies.” You rolled your eyes, dismissing her as you met Peter’s eyes that also looked between Miguel and you. “Although, I must say…” He began, and to your surprise, settled his amber eyes onto Miguel.

You smirked, loving to see how the aroused geek would handle this, your eyes trained on him. Miguel hesitantly looked up to be met with six eyes staring back at him.

“How the hell are you so…massive?” Peter asked with a chuckle. “You don’t do shit except read, play chess, or whatever else you nerds do.” Peter joked, causing everyone, except Miguel, to chuckle. Your eyes were stuck on Miguel as he glanced over at you and back at Peter. “Genetics.” He said in a low voice.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. The introverted male’s words didn’t seem to have reached his ears. “What did you say? Speak up, man.” He laughed, causing Miguel to wet his lips. “Genetics. That's all it is.” He repeated in a louder tone.

“You are telling me, you do not work out?” MJ asked in surprise, her blue eyes roaming over his body. You were certain she was checking your new puppy out.

Oddly. you shot a glare at her.

Why the hell was she even talking?

MJ, thankfully, shut up after your look, but your puppy answered it anyway. “A little.” He replied, twirling the pencil in his thick fingers nervously. You couldn’t help but look at him. His massive musculature was snug under his beige sweater that seemed to hug him in all the right places.

His biceps bulging, his hardened pecs defined and you could even sneak a peek at his abdominal muscles that pressed against the warm fabric. You bit your lip, the desire to get him out of that ugly sweater filling your being until you shook off the thought.

The damn dweeb was making you forget yourself…

But you couldn’t lie.

The geek was exceeding your expectations…

Not only was he impressive for being at the very bottom of the student hierarchy and having the ability to make you feel all hot and bothered, but despite his cock and balls being heavily simulated by the vibrating ring, his voice didn't waver or falter.

Your puppy was tougher than you thought…

‘We’ll see about that.’

With a click of your phone, you raised the vibrations from a mere 2 to a 5. Instantly at the change, Miguel jolted in his seat. You watched with a look of pure innocence on your face as Peter’s eyebrows furrowed.

He snickered, eyeing the glasses-wearing male across from him at the table. “Man, you are weird, but I’ll let it slide.” He said with a smile. “If the queen here can put up with your presence, which is rare.” Peter snickered. “I’ll be willing to open a spot on the team to see how you do.” Peter proposed, which shocked you.

It was hard to get on Peter’s football team, yet he was practically giving it to Miguel, the most hated male at school, on a silver platter.

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit angry at that, slowly becoming a little possessive over your new puppy.

But thankfully, Miguel said the words for you. “I-I’m not interested.” He uttered, clearing his throat and clenching the pencil tightly in his large hand. You smirked, watching Peter raise an eyebrow in surprise. He glanced over at MJ who had become quiet after your glare.

“This dude is really turning down my offer, babe.” He said, nudging MJ who snapped out of her trance to turn her blue eyes onto Miguel. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Actually…” You said, instantly drawing their eyes on you. “It’s better if he didn’t. I’ll lose my new lapdog and we wouldn’t want that.

Isn’t that right?”

You asked, running your manicured fingers through Miguel’s dark brown hair. You watched his jaw clench and a subtle blush spread across his lips.

Seems as if he's starting to like the name or you claiming him…

Indeed, Miguel was a naughty one…

Peter’s stunned expression instantly changed at your words. He cleared his throat, giving you a nod. “Of course, but the offer still stands.” He proposed once more, looking over at you as he said it.

You gave him a small smile before MJ sat up in her chair with a grin. “Since the workers are taking so long, let’s play a game. Never Have I Ever anyone?!” She exclaimed, a smile adorning her cherry lips. You smirked at the idea. “Normally drinks are involved. We don’t have any.” You commented as instantly MJ reached into the pocket of Peter’s red and blue varsity jacket, pulling out his metal flask. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Damn, I thought you didn’t know about that.”

“I know everything, baby.” MJ giggled, placing the metal flask in the center of the table. Your smirk only broadened at the sight. You glanced over at Miguel who had his head lowered over the math packet on the table. He was panting, and his thighs were trembling next to your own. He wasn’t writing anything as he seemed like he was just sitting there.

But you knew what your needy puppy was up to…

He was enjoying himself, relishing in the simulation from the vibrator ring you had bought him. You couldn’t help the evil grin that spread across your lips at the sight.

Whilst Peter and MJ talked amongst themselves on the rules of the game, you leaned closely to Miguel, pressing your glossy lips against his ear.

“Are you liking your little toy, puppy?” You inquired, causing him to suck in a breath. “Ay cono, turn it off.” He panted, whispering to you in desperation. He turned his hooded eyes onto you and you met his gaze with a smirk. “Why? You like it.” You whispered back with a smile, watching his ears redden and a vein bulge from his forehead in an attempt to suppress his anger, your smile broadened at the sight.

“So no, it’s not coming off anytime soon.” You told him. “Now, you’ll play this game with us and finish my work later.”

“I don’t want to fucking play.” He growled, making your forced smile falter.

You subtly reached over to your phone, turning the vibrations up from level 5 to 7. Miguel's voice became caught in his throat, his hand landing on your thigh once more. You could even faintly hear the buzzing in his jeans that was slowly making the geek lose his composure.

His large palm was over your smooth skin as he gripped it tightly whilst he quivered. He cursed under his breath, beginning to softly pat your thigh to call a truce.

You watched him with a smirk, loving how he was writhing and squirming in his seat knowing you were the sole cause of it. “I-I’ll play.” He whined, lowering his head to hide, his amber eyes on you over his arm. You smiled, lowering it back to a mere 5.

‘Don’t piss me off.’ You mouthed, turning back to Peter and MJ to see they were, thankfully, still talking.

You didn’t want to hear what any of them had to say when it came to Miguel and you.

Especially from MJ.

“The dweeb is going to play too.” You said, hastily gaining everyone’s attention. “Awesome. Do you want to go around as ages? Whoever is the youngest goes first?” MJ suggested. “I think the oldest should go first.” You said with a smirk, knowing everyone would choose the latter since you, the queen bee, said so.

If your intuition was correct, which it always was, you sensed Miguel was older than the rest of you. His demeanor and rough look showed his maturity, and you couldn’t help but become a little aroused at the assumption.

“Fine. I’m 23.” MJ said, glancing over at Peter next. “25.” He replied, soon looking at you. “24.” You smiled before finally setting your eyes on the trembling male. His amber eyes shifted from all of your eager gazes. He cleared his throat, tanned cheeks a soft red. “26.” His voice, like usual, was deep and rather low, but you heard his answer loud and clear.

You were right…

The muscular geek was not only a disobedient lowlife, but he was older than you.

‘How fun?’ You thought, looking him up and down beside you. It made everything even sweeter.

“Well, you go first,” Peter said, motioning to Miguel with his head, his dark brown hair swaying with his slight movement. Miguel gulped, merely sitting there for a while. It was for so long that you pondered if he had even played the common game before until he spoke.

“Never had I ever fallen asleep during a movie.” He muttered, keeping his gaze on the table.

'A boring one, as you thought'

You groaned, nudging his arm. “Come on, that shit blows.” You said with an eye roll. “We want something steamy, hot…” You whispered, reaching over to caress his thigh under the table. He gulped, clenching his jaw. His hand landed on yours to cease your movement. “Fine…”He said, turning to look at you in particular.

“Never had I ever walked in on someone without knocking.”

Miguel asked with a smirk that made you pissed beyond anything else.

You growled, hearing Peter and MJ begin to discuss their answer. “Gosh, I walked in on one of the guys with their girlfriends in the locker room.” Peter groaned as MJ didn’t have an unfortunate occurrence happen to her, but not like you cared about either of them at the moment.

You glared at Miguel, his taunting smirk and stupid glasses adoring his face, the desire to slap them both off overwhelming your being.

You turned to see Peter already taking a swig of the metal flask, a grimace on his face after the drink. “Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have chosen the strong stuff.” He commented, glancing up at you. “Now, what about the Queen bee? Walked in on one of those baddies at your sorority house?” He inquired with a chuckle. You looked over at Miguel, his eyes narrowing as he watched you take the flask, taking a huge gulp of the liquor.

As Peter said, the shit was strong, it took everything in you not to cough, suppressing the urge by clearing your throat. “No…” You replied, placing the flask back on the table and subtly looking over at Miguel before meeting your two associates' curious gaze. “Then what happened then?” MJ asked, deeply intrigued.

“Well, I walked in on someone jerking off.”

You noticed beside you, Miguel’s entire body became rigid on the booth; his hand squeezed yours under the table in a rather desperate way. He was begging you with the slight touch to cease any further words.

How cute…

You smirked at the feeling, loving how you had the dweeb filled with anxiety and nervousness about if you'll spill his deep secret or not.

But you're only a bitch when you want to be…

“That’s all you get though.” You laughed, causing cries of frustration to erupt, although you didn’t miss the sigh of relief that passed Miguel’s lips even though he was the one who called your bluff and dug his own grave.

“First round, and it seems Queen Bee and I are tied on who’s paying for our order.” Peter laughed, causing you to roll your eyes. “If it ever gets here,” MJ added with a groan.

“Even more of a reason to continue playing,” Peter said with a smirk. “But it seems as if it’s my turn, being 25 and all.” He said, sitting back against the cushions, humming in thought.

“Ah, got one.” He commented with a grin. “Never had I ever used a mirror during a romantic encounter.” He proposed, his amber eyes looking around the table.

Of course, being the fun queen bee you were, you took the flask.

“I mean, if you haven’t, you are missing out.” You smirked, taking another swig of the strong liquor, feeling the sting in the back of your throat when you placed the container back on the table. You could feel the heat radiating from Miguel’s body at the mention of you doing something so naughty.

You wouldn’t mind doing something like that with him only when he was ready…

A small blush spread across MJ’s cheeks. “I’ve always wanted to do it.” She said, bringing a sly grin to Peter's lips. He snaked an arm around her, caressing her arm. “Oh really? We can always do it after-

“Oh my gosh. Get a fucking room already.” You interrupted with a chuckle, eyeing the two lovebirds. “Okay, okay,” MJ said with a giggle, eyes turning to Miguel who hastily dismissed it with a head shake.

Of course, the fucking dweeb doesn’t know how to have fun.

With you, he’ll know nothing else, you’ll make sure of it.

“Well, It’s your turn now.” MJ smiled. Finally, it was your turn. Instantly thinking of a proposition that can really spill some deep shit about Miguel.

Something he's been hiding…

You sat back in your seat, pondering your answer when your eyes met Miguel. Just the sight of the massive male was making your brain sprout with ideas. Who knew how helpful he could be with just his mere presence?

Why not reward him for the assistance?

Subtly, you sat up, turning the vibrations up to a 7 whilst starting up your round.

“Never had I ever had a sensual encounter in a public place and secretly liked it.”

You proposed, glancing over at Miguel who was losing it. He gritted his teeth, lowering his head to try to hide his fluttering eyes and heavy pants, but your associates’ words surprised you. “Gosh, both of us.” You heard them say, drawing your attention from your puppy.

“Yeah, we did a vibrator challenge on each other and we went to a mall,” Peter said with a smile and a head shake “It wasn’t enjoyable with the many people around at the sudden bursts of pleasure but overall…it was fun,” MJ added, snuggling into Peter’s chest.

You slowly nodded, retaining the idea for further use and glancing back over at Miguel who was shaking. You felt his hand on your thigh once more and soon his soft pats as if he was a wrestler trying to tap out of the ring.

But you weren’t a merciful referee, he can endure it a little longer…

You leaned in close to him, pretending to lean down and pick up the pencil that had accidentally rolled off the table due to his squirming. “Lift your head and play the damn game.” You spat harshly into his ear. He frantically shook his head. “Fuck, I-I can’t.” He whined breathlessly. “Mierda, I’m close. I-I can’t.” He repeated, only making you smirk.

“Be a good puppy, hold it, and play the game, or I’ll raise it to the highest level.” You told him sternly, your fingers finding the pencil in the leather cushions. You soon rose, a smile on your lips as you placed the wooden tool onto the table. “Miguel, how about you?” You inquired in a sweet voice, the lovebirds finishing their swigs of the flask. “Done anything fun in public and secretly enjoyed it?” You asked, curious about how he'd answer and respond.

Like a good doggy, he lifted his head like you commanded. His dark eyes looked between the three of you, before simply reaching over and taking a swig of the flask.

“Fucking hell!? The nerd knows fun.” Peter commented with a laugh whilst the rest of you looked in amazement with a grin. Miguel placed the flask down, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Explain.” You urged, nudging him with a kick under the table. He jolted, shooting you a subtle glare. You raised an eyebrow, reaching over for your phone when Miguel gave you a gentle squeeze of desperation. “Okay…” He began, exhaling and trying to regain his composure whilst holding back his release and being heavily stimulated.

“I was getting a-a handjob under the table…i-in a diner similar to this.” He said, making you smile, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “T-The girl was fucking rude and mean, but h-had skilled hands.

Very skilled hands.”

He gulped, avoiding your eyes whilst he spoke. “But t-that’s pretty much it. I liked it...Who wouldn't." Miguel said, looking down at his lap and leaving the table speechless.

You didn’t know to be flattered, angry at his description of you, or apathetic. A burning desire in your gut to simply drag him to the bathroom of Mama’s diner and see just how good his cock would feel inside of you.

The geek had surprised you with his answer, this being the only time he had spoken his mind and said his true thoughts since he sat down at this fucking booth.

“Damn, sounds hot,” MJ said, making you turn your attention from your loyal puppy to her. “Wish I had the guts like that rude girl you described. I could never.” She said lowly, bringing a wave of pride over you. Her compliment only fueled your already replete ego.

After the steamy encounter that Miguel explained to the group, it was now MJ’s turn, but just when she was about to speak, her phone pinged with a message. She glanced down at the glowing screen, her eyebrows instantly furrowing. “Oh my gosh, babe, we have to go. I’m needed at the university.” She quaked, turning her blue eyes upon you. “I’m so sorry to pause the game and leave so early.” She apologized, standing up from the booth alongside her ride and boyfriend, Peter.

“I can only assume it's for the newspaper, so I’ll let it slide.” You told her as she thanked you, hastily exiting Mama’s diner. Peter watched with a chuckle, tucking his hands into his red varsity jacket, standing beside you at the table.

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing you around, Queen Bee.” He smirked, taking your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. You raised an eyebrow, a smile on your lips.

When he pulled away, he gave your knuckles an affectionate caress with his thumb, meeting your eyes. “Call me anytime.” He whispered, giving you that signature charming smile and a wink that made every person on campus faint and die on the spot before leaving behind his girlfriend.

You couldn’t lie, you were a little surprised at Peter’s forwardness.

You’ve noticed his interest in the great Queen bee, who isn’t, but he had a girlfriend, and unfortunately for him…

You don’t like to share.

Many whiny groans and the sound of loud buzzing brought you from your thoughts as you turned to look at Miguel in the corner to see something even more astonishing.

Miguel was panting, breathing heavily with his head pressed against the back of the leather booth. His black denims were drawn down, revealing his strained cock and the beautiful red and blue vibrator ring around his base. His eyes rolled uncontrollably behind his glasses, his mouth agape whilst he rambled in a blend of Spanish and English.

You could only make out the English phrases and words he uttered which mostly were begs and pleas all desiring one thing and one thing only.

“Please -ay cono. Let me cum. Please, let me cum."

He implored incessantly, his words so full of need and desperation. You could tell he was slowly losing it, the pleasure was blinding him and he was only at level 7.

You were hoping to try the highest level on him, but maybe another time…

You didn’t want to completely ruin your new puppy…

You leaned towards him, running a finger over his sticky tip, tracing patterns across it. He whined and squirmed in his seat at your touch. “Aww, you want to stop playing already? I wanted to try level 10.” You told him with a fake pout. He frantically shook his head, gasps of air passing his parted lips. “Goodness no. Please, I-I can’t take anymore.” He begged so perfectly that you almost allowed him to.

Well,

Almost…

“I’ll let you cum on one condition.” You proposed, taking his chin in your fingers and turning him to face you. His eyes fluttered, his hands finding your wrist and grabbing on tightly to stabilize himself. His face was flushed, his defined cheeks, a rosy red, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He was so adorable like that, practically begging you with his hooded doe eyes to allow him to cum. You smirked, caressing his chin.

“Tell me you are my little puppy and sweeten the deal with a cute little bark.”

You giggled, eliciting a growl that came out more like a groan. “A-Are you fucking serious?” He panted, making your smile only broaden. “Very, and I’ll only raise the level of the vibrator if you don’t.” You said with a grin, loving the look of defeat that covered his face. “Shit.” He cursed, looking away.

“No, eyes on me.”

You hastily yanked his chin back towards you. He clenched his jaw, making eye contact with you.

“I-I’m your…l-little…

Puppy.”

He uttered reluctantly through shaky moans as you waited patiently for the best part of his whole confession. He growled, shaking his head. “I’m not barking.”

You huffed, giving him a stern look. “Do I have to threaten you again about that video? How about I take that little vibrator and give it to the dean instead?” You said with an evil grin. “It has your…essence all over it. Wouldn’t be hard to discover it’s yours.” You cackled. He shook his head, gazing up at you through breathy moans.

“You are s-such a bitch.”

“Are you sure? You are looking more like a bitch than me right now.” You spat with a laugh, piercing your nails into his chin, making him hiss. “Now be my good little puppy and bark.” You demanded once more, eyes trained on his angry and flushed face.

You watched Miguel resist you as hard as he could. He put up such a fight, being so quiet for a good while, but just like any wild dog, they break, they snap…

They submit.

So, it didn’t take long before the most satisfying sounds filled your ears.

“Woof…

Woof.”

Your smirk widened. You were overjoyed, staring down at your official new lapdog. “Gosh, I’m going to have so much fun with you.” You declared, caressing his chin affectionately. Miguel’s eyebrows rose in surprise and his entire face turned red; even his cock frantically throbbed around the pulsating ring.

Like a dog wagging his tail, he seemed to like that idea very much...

You wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him at a fast pace whilst the ring continued to stimulate him. “Be a good boy and cum for me.” You whispered. “Make a mess of my hand.” You told him, kissing along his jawline and earning a loud groan to pass his lips. His hips left the seat, meeting your fist as he thrust upwards. “Oh yes. Fuck.” He cried through closed eyes.

He continued his movements, the leather seat squeaking a little. His cock glided in and out of your palm, completely slick with his precum. You could even feel how powerful the vibrations were on his sensitive cock as he continued to fuck into your fist.

“Voy a- voy a- mierda.

I’m cumming.”

A guttural, deep moan erupted from deep within his chest, his thick thighs quivering. His veins bulge along the underside of his abdomen upon his climax. He thrusts one final time into your fist before shooting his load.

And the four-eyed male just kept impressing you over and over again.

His release seemed to be endless. More and more of his seed dripped from his slit, coating your hand and the buzzing toy. The vibrating ring and your fisting only seem to milk him for all he’s worth causing him to whimper and whine uncontrollably, continuing to paint his shaft, your hand, his beige sweater, and the leather seats white.

When he was finished, you looked down at the huge mess he’d made. “Look at what you’ve done.” You purred, grabbing a few napkins to clean your hands. Miguel didn’t respond, only babbling softly, his words unintelligible.

You laughed at his face which was completely fucked-out. You relieved him of the vibrator, turning it off and removing it from his swollen shaft. The toy was completely coated and sticky with his fluids.

You smirked, eyeing the white-coated ring. It was so enticing and you couldn't help but bring the ring to your mouth to give it a taste. Like savoring the sweetness of honey upon a wand, you ran your tongue along the toy, all whilst humming in ecstasy.

Your eyes fluttered at the taste. His seed was different…

You couldn't quite put it into words, but his essence was something you’ll definitely want more of in the future…

Something you had to taste straight from the source…

After sucking the ring clean, you placed it into your bag and slid closer to Miguel. His eyes were still closed, his chest heaving up and down. His body spasmed as small tremors spread through his massive being.

You turned his face towards you, a finger resting under his chin. His eyes fluttered open to meet your satisfied gaze. “I’m happy you enjoyed yourself, puppy.” You whispered, an airy chuckle passing his lips at your words. “I had no choice…

So I might as well enjoy it.”

He muttered breathlessly. His response made you even prouder.

Your little puppy was understanding the game, the fun. You couldn’t help but love the stupid dork even more.

You leaned closer to him, your nose brushing against his.

“Finally, you are starting to get it.”

You uttered, pressing a rough and searing kiss to his mouth. Miguel, completely exhausted and shocked, instantly lost the fight, giving you control.

You devoured his mouth hungrily. His plush lips felt just right and tasted even better as your tongue entered his parted lips. He groaned, kissing you back, but not enough to dominate nor challenge you.

Which you adored so much…

You kissed him until you were satisfied, sucking his lips until they were pink and swollen and tasting his mouth with your tongue. You then pulled away from his enticing lips, the both of you panting heavily. You looked him over with a smirk, patting his head and running your manicured fingers through his dark hair, and to your satisfaction, he didn’t pull away.

Either from weariness or pure enjoyment, it seemed your puppy had accepted his role…

But you couldn’t be so sure….

You smiled, sliding out of the booth and picking up your $500 Prada bag from the seat. His amber eyes were full of confusion as he looked you over. You gazed down at your adorable lapdog, standing before him in your lavish clothes of a white crop top, pink Gucci jacket, skirt, and heels.

You gave him a sly grin, slinging your purse over your shoulder. “Clean yourself up and have my homework done by 10.

I want you at my sorority house tonight.”

You grinned, watching his tanned cheeks turn a deep red. Your eyes took him in one last time, taking in his little mess, his flustered, stunned expression, softened cock, his massive body, and stupid, dorky glasses.

All of that and so much more was yours now.

All yours…

“See you then.” You giggled, blowing him a kiss and turning on your pink high heels, leaving Miguel flabbergasted.

You swung open the door of Mama’s diner, stepping out onto the sidewalk and into the bustling streets of Nueva York. You placed on your pink cute shades, the evening sun beaming upon your face, as an unshakeable smile dressed your glossy lips.

You were excited, no, delighted.

You had something better than a measly assistant that you had desired before.

You had a permanent peasant, a puppy who was none other than the outcast of your college…

The student at the bottom of the student hierarchy and hated by all was officially yours. And you couldn’t wait to have so much more fun with your little bitch boy, Miguel O’Hara.

Your new lapdog…