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Online dating had never really been her thing. So even Miranda was surprised with how desperate she’d become when she downloaded fucking Tinder of all apps, at the suggestion of one of her friends. Well friend was a loose term for Amber. They sat beside each other in class the year before and the blonde insisted they get coffee regularly and chit chat about their lives, mostly small talk. Miranda appreciated the effort but honestly the only reason she kept going was because she was too nice to decline.
In any case, she took her friend’s advice and downloaded the app, sifting through profile after profile. She ignored a lot of messages from guys that seemed too sleazy based on their opening lines. Eventually she found a guy that seemed alright. They messaged back and forth for about a week before setting up a time to meet and she found herself unreasonably nervous about the whole ordeal. But it’d been a good couple years since she’d been on a real date and not just a one night stand with some asshole she met at the bar.
The guy, Dave, picked a place near campus that doubled as a bar and a restaurant so it was a little noisy and distracting. They ordered drinks and swapped small talk and she learned he worked in construction with goals to own his own company some day. The fact that he actually had goals was enough to impress her at the moment. So many guys she’d met lately seemed to have no idea what they wanted to do which was fine but she needed a little more stability in her life.
There were cheers by the bar, which unfortunately they were seated close to, and she turned her head to check it out. Apparently whatever football team was playing on the screens just scored and the frat boys were celebrating with another round. She chuckled at the good hearted fun before turning back to Dave, lifting her drink to take a sip.
“Nope.” She watched in bewilderment as another patron took the drink out of her hands and set it back on the table.
“What the fu--”
“Sorry, shit, look… I don’t normal stick my nose in other people’s business but this fucker just put something in your drink.” The man said and Miranda’s head whipped back around to look at Dave who looked equal parts enraged and nervous.
“What? No I didn’t! Fuck you, man. Why don’t you go back to your drink you lonely prick?” Dave snapped at him and Miranda sort of froze, not sure what to do in this situation. She’d never been involved in anything like this before and was debating between hearing him out and just walking away when the man spoke up again.
“Oh really? You’re just gonna sit there and pretend I didn’t just see you drop something in her fucking margarita?” The guy huffed a laugh. “Well shit, maybe she won’t believe me but those cameras up there will be pretty fucking honest.” He pointed above the bar where there was indeed a camera surveying the restaurant.
Miranda turned back to Dave and watched him pale. He got up and muttered about having to leave before darting out of there before she could say anything. She stared in shock at the front doors for a moment, trying to process what the fuck just happened, when the man beside her laughed again.
“Between you and me, I’m pretty sure those fucking cameras don’t even work. But I think I proved my point, judging from how quickly he hurried his ass out of here.” He said and turned to go back to his own table with a shake of his head.
“Thank you!” Miranda said, a little louder than she intended to stop him from leaving, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Seriously, I can’t even--”
The man cut her off with a wave of his hand. “You don’t gotta thank me, doll face. Like I said, usually I don’t intervene in shit but… that shit just didn’t sit too well with me.” He said, tucking his hands into his pockets with a shrug. “Honestly I’m just glad I saw the fucker do it.”
“Yeah, me too.” Miranda scoffed, shaking her head. She watched the man turn to walk away again and opened her mouth before she could stop herself. “Can I buy you a drink?” She blurted and he turned back, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, it’s the least I could do…”
He chuckled and glanced back towards his table. “You know, it’s funny. I was gonna ask you the same thing but I didn’t think you’d be interested after that shit.” He grinned at her. “Plus, I didn’t want you to think I only stopped him to get your number for myself or something.”
Miranda shrugged. “Well, it seems a shame to have gotten all dolled up for nothing, right?” She said with a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. She watched as his eyes fell, looking over her body in interest before returning to meet her eyes with a smirk of his own.
“A shame indeed.” He took one hand out of his pocket and held it out to her. “I’m Negan.”
“Miranda.” She greeted, shaking his hand.
They ended up getting her drink comped after Negan explained what happened to the waitress and she apologized profusely to Miranda before thanking Negan for being such a gentleman and stepping up like that. He even had a couple women who’d been sitting nearby come up to thank him for what he did, stating they’d been through similar experiences but hadn’t been so lucky.
“ Je-sus , y’all act like I’m a fuckin’ hero or some shit.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.
“My savior.” Miranda teased with a grin, nibbling on the end of a french fry. He smirked at her. They avoided small talk, which she appreciated. She hated when people asked her what she did for a living because she hated admitting she was a student. She was ashamed of the life choices she’d made that led her to where she was, a twenty-seven year old living in college dorms with a bunch of people in their early twenties or even younger. She wished she hadn’t spent so many years focused on her music when it was obvious it wasn’t going anywhere. Now she felt like she was playing catch up.
“So, I hope that wasn’t a friend of yours or something. Otherwise things are about to get really awkward.” Negan chuckled and she sighed, shaking her head while wishing she could forget the whole thing.
“No, that was a one time mistake.” Miranda said, playing with the cup in her hands. After what happened, the waitress gave her a fresh margarita in a to-go cup with a lid and a straw which she appreciated.
“Where’d you meet him? Blind date?” Negan pried, not even the least bit bashful about his intrusive questions. Miranda kind of liked that about him.
“No, which I’m kind of grateful for. I don’t want to spend the night chewing out whatever friend set me up with that asshole.” Miranda chuckled. “No, I met him on Tinder. The one and only date set up from that fucking app. I swear I’m deleting it when I get home.”
Negan snorted and shook his head. “I’ve heard a lot of crazy ass stories about that shit. Never tried it myself but a buddy of mine has met some… interesting fucking women.”
“Yeah, I learned my lesson. Fuck, I should have just listened to Jesus when he told me not to mess with that shit.” Miranda said with a laugh, not noticing the way Negan froze at first.
“.... Jesus told you not to join Tinder?” He asked, his tone full of skepticism as he stared at her like she was legitimately insane for a minute. Miranda snorted when she realized what she said.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I always forget how that sounds to people who don’t know him.” She said, chuckling as she scrolled through her phone. “His name is actually Paul but well--” She showed him a picture she’d taken of her and her friend recent and saw Negan visibly relax.
“I can see the resemblance.” He said, shaking his head, looking relieved.
“Honestly I don’t usually go for younger guys. But he seemed nice enough.”
“Oh so you’re saying I don’t have a shot?” Negan teased with a grin.
“Actually I was saying you’re just my type.” She shot back with a smirk.
“Ouch!” He laughed, holding a hand over his heart. “Way to kick a man where it fuckin’ hurts.” He teased, reaching up to scratch his greying beard.
She grinned at him and leaned her arms on the table, noticing the way his eyes glanced down when he breasts were pushed together. “Well, in my experience, the older guys tend to actually know what they’re doing when we get down to it.”
“Glad to know you have expectations about where the fuck this is going.” He said, leaning in a bit. “Wanna get the fuck out of here?” He asked, trying his luck. She bit her lip and nodded. He refused to let her pay for anything, despite her protests that he’d done enough. He led her outside and as soon as they hit the cool air, he was pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Want one?” He offered, his words muffled around the one he’d just lit between his lips.
“No thanks. I actually quit when my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer.” She said and watched his face fall. He didn’t hesitate to drop the cigarette, stomping it under his boot.
“Sorry.” He said with a cringe, glancing down at her. She hadn’t realized how tall he was until they were walking side by side.
“It’s okay. I’m not gonna tell you not to smoke, it’s your choice. I just promised my mother I wouldn’t anymore.” She said and he nodded, quiet for a few minutes as they rounded the corner to the parking lot.
“My wife died of cancer.” He admitted and as she looked up in surprise, she could tell that was hard for him to say out loud. His shoulders were tense and his face drawn more serious than it had been all night.
“I’m so sorry.” She said with a frown and he shook his head in response.
“Thank you but, it’s alright. Really. It was five years ago and...well I’m a lot better now than I was then that’s for damn sure.” He said and shrugged out of the leather jacket on his shoulders. He made her slip her arms into it as he led her to a sleek, black motorcycle. She hesitated for a moment and he chuckled. “I only had two beers, I swear I’m fucking fine. And I don’t live far from here.”
“I’m honestly more concerned about flashing everyone on the way.” He laughed as he looked down at her dress.
“Guess you better keep them thighs real tight around me.” He smirked, clicking his tongue against his teeth before straddling the bike. He waited for her to get situated behind him, encouraging her to get a tighter grip on him, before starting it loudly. He may have revved it a few times to show off a bit before pulling off down the road.
She enjoyed the ride, thinking on the way that she was glad he hadn’t asked to take her back to her place. She didn’t want to tell him she just moved into a dorm with a younger woman named Arat. She was nice enough but made it clear she didn’t want to have to put up with any hook-ups in their room. They pulled up to a nice apartment complex and he helped her get off the bike and onto steady feet before leading her up to his place.
Miranda honestly doubted that he’d ever lived there with his wife. It was the epitome of a bachelor pad, all decked out in black leather and grey undertones. There were no pictures aside from some wall art hanging, nothing personal though. She wondered if he packed away pictures of his wife because it was still too painful. She couldn’t exactly blame him.
“This is a nice place.” She said politely and he chuckled.
“You don’t have to do that shit.” He said and she raised an eyebrow. “All the niceties crap that’s normally expected of you. I don’t give a shit if you like my place or not. It’s mine and I like it the way it is, that’s all that matters.”
Miranda couldn’t hold back the smile as he spoke honestly, making her feel more comfortable rather than awkward. She liked that he was upfront about everything, very no nonsense. It made the whole thing seem more relaxed. “Okay, fair enough.” She said and followed him into the kitchen.
“You want a drink?” He offered, pulling a bottle of whiskey down from the cabinet. “I promise not to put anything in it.” He said it with a teasing look but she saw the sincerity in his eyes as if he were trying to assure her he wasn’t a creep.
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.” She said and looked around again. He had a baseball bat mounted to the wall just above his mantle and a few trophies below it. “You play?”
“Used to. Once upon a time.” He said, appearing beside her with a two glasses. She accepted one, sipping slowly.
“I used to play softball. Most of my life actually. Baseball’s like the only sport I can stomach.” She chuckled and he grinned.
“Good to know.” He said and sat on the leather couch, patting the spot beside him before taking a sip of his own drink. She sat down nervously. She always hated this part. They both knew where it was leading but waiting for the other person to make a move. She decided he would probably prefer they not fuck around and set her glass on the coffee table, moving to straddle his thighs instead. “Now we’re fuckin’ talkin’.” He purred, blindly setting his drink on the end table beside him so his hands could trail up her thighs.
Miranda chuckled and shifted a little closer so she was fully in his lap, her dress inching high up on her legs. She ran her hands up his chest and leaned in slowly, her eyes searching his for approval. She was pleased with how dark his once hazel eyes had become as he gazed up at her lustfully. She pressed her lips against his then, enjoying the sharp inhale through his nose and the way his hands found her hips in a tight grasp.
He’d allowed her to take the lead at first, seemingly to let her ease into it. But now that her lips were on his he didn’t hold back. She felt him deepen the kiss quickly, parting his lips to meet hers again and again. One hand slid up her back to tangle in her hair, tilting her head to the angle he preferred so he could devour her mouth. And lord, did he ever. She had a feeling the man would know what he was doing, something about the confidence seeping off his shoulders and every word out of his mouth made her think she would have fun with him. She enjoyed the way his rough beard dragged along her chin, his lips slotted fully against hers as he coaxed soft noises of pleasure out of her.
Miranda couldn’t help the way her hips rolled against his as his tongue darted out to tangle with her own. The groan that poured out of his throat ruined her panties as she soaked them, her center dripping in need. She whimpered against his lips and rolled her hips again, this time encouraged by his hand pulling her closer. He groaned again, louder this time, and arched his hips off the couch to meet her next move. He pulled back just enough to sigh her name, his hands slipping over her curves. He slipped his own jacket down her shoulders until he was able to toss it aside, intending for it to land on the arm chair but missing entirely as he was distracted by her.
She grasped the hem of his shirt, tugging upward until with his help it joined the jacket on the floor. She scratched her nails down his chest, rewarded with a pleased hiss and another upward thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, baby…” Negan groaned and slid his hands up her back to undo the zip that dragged up the length of her spine. He was obviously eager to get the red dress off of her, tossing it aside without his eyes leaving her body. She watched his eyes darken as they roamed over her, taking in the black lace covering her most intimate places. “God damn you’re fucking gorgeous, baby.”
Miranda blushed at the compliment but tried not to let it stop her. She took his hands and brought them up to cup her breasts, still encased in lace. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She said, moaning softly at the way he palmed her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and tugged her in to kiss him again, sucking and nipping at her bottom lip. He trailed kisses and bites down her neck, his hands exploring every inch of skin he could reach. Eventually his fingers found the clasp on her back and her bra was flung across the room moments later. His lips left her neck to capture one of her nipples with a hard suck. She gasped and tugged his hair, causing a growl to leave his lips.
Negan tightened his grip on her, holding her by her ass as he stood up. Miranda squealed, clinging to his shoulders, and he pulled back to grin at her. He walked her to his bedroom, tossing her on the bed unceremoniously. She laughed and sat up on her elbows, watching as he toed off his boots, his eyes never leaving hers. He snatched her leg up and peeled her heels off one at a time, kissing the tops of her feet softly. She’d never experienced such a gesture and was a little surprised by it but it sent a thrill through her nonetheless. She spread her legs subconsciously as he unbuckled his belt, standing at the foot of the bed.
“Get me a condom from that drawer over there, would ya?” Negan asked, his voice lower and a bit huskier. She turned and crawled up the bed, missing the way he licked his lips at the sight of her lace covered ass swaying in front of him. She dug through the drawer until she found what she was looking for. She didn’t get a chance to turn around as the bed dipped and he loomed over her, laying kisses along her back. His fingers trailed up her thighs, gripping the lace panties in both hands. He tugged them off of her as she shifted on the bed, allowing him to get them past her knees. “Spread your legs. Wider.” He instructed and she swore she had to be gushing down her legs by that point. His commanding voice was driving her crazy.
She’d expected him to just thrust into it once he’d rolled the condom over his length but instead he pushed two fingers into her slowly, gently. She whimpered softly, rocking back against his hand. She felt him curl his fingers deep inside her, stroking that soft bundle of nerves until she was a shivering, moaning mess below him.
“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl? Gonna cum for me?” Negan leaned over her again and she moaned, nodding as she bit her lip. “Sorry? Can’t hear you.” He said, his fingers thrusting harder.
“Fuck! Yes, yes sir…” She moaned and he chuckled darkly, biting her shoulder. Her fingers dug into the comforter as he doubled his efforts, muttering in her ear.
“Your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight. Gonna fill you up so good, just you wait baby girl…” She felt a shiver run through her again as he spoke and moaned his name loudly, her body giving into him. She came with a cry, her walls clamping around his fingers as he praised her and worked her through it. “That’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. There’s a good girl..”
Miranda wanted to collapse but he held her up. He tugged her up so she was on her knees, her back pressed against his chest. He maneuvered them so he was laying down and she was straddling him.
“C’mon, girl. Show me what you can do.” He smirked at her, urging her to sit on his dick. She got a good look at it for the first time and she wished she could say her eyes hadn’t widened at the sight. He was big, big enough that she was honestly worried about him hurting her. She placed her hands on his chest as she raised her hips, lowered herself on his length, gasping as he stretched her wide.
“Fuck, Negan…” She moaned, her head falling back. She took him all the way down until she was settled fully in his lap. He was patient as she took a moment to adjust to his size and only then did she start rolling her hips.
“Fuck yeah.” Negan groaned, his hips thrusting up from below. He bit his lip as he watched her body move, his eyes unable to stay in one place. He kept darting his gaze between her face, her tits bouncing, and his cock disappearing into her heat. She chuckled and leaned back, her hands holding herself up on his knees as she fucked him. She moaned loudly as the new angle pushed him right up against her sweet spot. “Fuck yeah, that’s it baby...fuckin’ take it.”
“Oh fuck...oh daddy, fuck me…” Miranda moaned, barely noticing him freeze below her as she focused on riding him. She yelped in surprise as he swiftly turned them over, her back hitting the bed. He was thrusting into her again without wasting a second and groaned above her, his pace quick and hard.
“Say it again.” He growled, his nose brushing against hers as she stared up at him. “Call me that again.” He reiterated when she furrowed her brow in confusion. It clicked then and she realized with a blush that she’d let it slip. Generally she tried to hide the daddy kink for a while before opening up about that shit. Thankfully he seemed to really fucking love it.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy.” She panted, nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and gripped her hip, thrusting hard and fast at a bruising pace. She cried out, trying to meet his every move, struggling to keep up with him. She watched as he sat up on his knees, gripping her hips with both hands to gain better leverage. He pulled her body against him with every thrust of his hips, groaning her name. His thumb brushed her clit, causing her to writhe under him.
“Fuck Miranda...feels so fuckin’ good. You’re so god damn tight, sweetheart..” He groaned, his head falling back. She watched him tense, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed in concentration. She could tell he was getting close and tightened her thighs around him.
“Daddy please..” She whimpered and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips so tight he was sure to leave a bruise.
“I got ya princess..” His hands trailed down her legs and tugged them up over his shoulders, leaning over her. She gasped at the new angle and arched off the bed. It only took a few more thrusts before he was pushing her over the edge a second time and she was crying his name. He groaned loudly as the feeling of her coming around him drew his own orgasm out. He spilled into the condom, not stopping until they were both spent and panting. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them trying to catch their breath as they rode out the waves.
“Fuck..” Miranda groaned and he chuckled, turning on his side. His fingers tickled down her belly until she swatted his hand away. They were both quiet for a while, just enjoying the afterglow, but eventually he spoke up.
“You don’t have to go.” He said, his tone low and gravely. She turned her head to look at him as he played with her fingers. “I mean, you can if you want to obviously. If you never want to see me again, I’ll understand. This isn’t exactly my first rodeo.” He said and she chuckled. “But I’m not kicking your ass out.”
Miranda let him sweat for a moment before turning and kissing him softly, scooting until she was under the covers. He smirked as she looked up at him expectantly and joined her, enveloping her in his arms where she stayed until the morning.
They saw each other a handful of times after that, once simply because he wanted to fuck her and she kind of loved that he didn’t beat around the bush about it. She was sincerely enjoying her time with him and hoped she’d still have the time to spare once classes started.
She’d texted him on the first day back at school to set something up for that weekend, determined not to lose her shot with him. Even if it meant juggling a lot of shit to make it work. She didn’t pay much attention to anything else as she made her way to an empty seat in her last class of the day. She pulled her laptop out of her bag and nearly dropped it as she heard a familiar voice from the front of the room.
“Alright, everyone sit your asses down and welcome to Psychology 101.” Negan said from behind his desk. He sat in his chair looking more relaxed than ever with his feet propped up on the table. He was dressed more casually than the rest of her professors but wore black framed glasses that honestly made her squirm.
Miranda sat frozen as he got up and started talking, barely hearing a word he said. Although his voice was going straight to her core. She was instead hearing all the dirty things he’d whispered into her ear as he drew her over the edge again and again. Her face was bright red and she was fidgeting in her seat by the time his eyes finally fell on her. She heard the way he stumbled over his words, obviously caught off guard and she sunk down further in her seat, wanting to disappear. Thankfully he just smirked and continued on with whatever the fuck he’d been saying.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they were finally dismissed after what felt like an eternity and tried to rush out of there. “Hold up a minute there, sweetheart.” He said as she passed him and she paused, watching the rest of the class file out without a second glance at her.
“Yes, professor?” She asked innocently. He wasn’t having it.
“Oh it’s professor now?” He smirked at her, causing her to blush as she thought about what she usually called him. “Okay, so in retrospect I probably should have asked if you were a student…” He began, removing his glasses so he could rub his eyes.
“It’s fine, I could have mentioned it at any time. Or hell, asked what you did for a living.” She said, running a shaky hand through her hair and he chuckled.
“Well, to answer your text earlier...I’m free this weekend.” He said with a grin although she could tell he was worried. She sighed and took a step away from him.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I..I really need this class.” She said, adjusting her strap on her bag. He looked disappointed as he slid his glasses back on his face.
“I get that. But I don’t think anyone will give a shit--”
“I will though. It’d be too weird.” Miranda said and inched towards the exit again. “I’m sorry..”
Negan sighed and shook his head, obviously frustrated with the situation. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He said crossly. “See you in class tomorrow.” He dismissed, turning his back to her. She hesitated for a moment before heading out, her mind reeling and her heart a little broken.