Bad Neighbors: M.C

Twelve // sass

|Dakota|

I managed to get out of the house for school this morning without my parents questioning me as to why I was stumbling around. I was incredibly sore from the other day and I could hardly walk without letting a whimper escape from my mouth.

-Georgia
Do you need a ride to school?

-Dakota
Nah, I'm gonna take my car. I got it fix the other day.

I got into the car and as I turned it on, Michael ran to my car and began pounding on my window; scaring the living hell out of me.
"What the fuck, asshole." I screamed, rolling down my window. He leaned down and looked in at me with a smile.
"I seen you waddling out this morning. How ya feeling?" He questioned.

"Sore. Can I go now. I don't wanna be late." I asked sassily. I still hated Michael but I wouldn't mind fucking him again.
"And we're back to bitchy Dakota." He laughed. I rolled my eyes at him. "Alright I'll see you at school, slut."
"Get off my property dickhead." I retorted, pulling out of my driveway.

I tried steadying myself as I walked into to school, taking very slow steps. "Hey D." I turned quickly and Georgia smiled at me.
"Hey." I breathed.
"You okay? You're walking a li-" her eyes widened and she smirked, looking me up and down. "Who? Where? When?" I sighed.
"No one, no where and nunya." I stated, walking to my locker.
"Oh the sass is real today. Was it Luke? Or Ashton? He did leave last night." I slammed my locker shut and looked at her.

"No it wasn't Luke and Ashton never came over last night. He was probably fucking some other slut." Her eyes widened at me.
"Okay, attitude much today. You need to chill out."
"Then stay out of it. I'll tell you when I want to. You can't keep pressuring me into doing things." I yelled, stomping away.

"Hey princess." Michael whispered in my ear, smacking my ass as I leaned over to get a drink.
"Dude, seriously. I'm sore, we went over this." He smiled.
"Sorry, I keep forgetting. I seen you and Georgia arguing earlier. What was that about?" He asked, leaning against the wall.
"I don't really wanna talk here." I muttered. He took my hand and pulled me out the back doors. We walked to his car and he opened the door for me.

"So, talk." I rolled my eyes and turned to face him.
"Georgia keeps pestering me about last night and I just don't wanna tell her I lost it to you." He scoffed.
"I'm offended. Was I really that bad?" I shook my head no and climbed onto his lap.
"No daddy, you were absolutely amazing." I mumbled, kissing his neck.

"Then why don't you wanna tell her?" He asked, running his hands up my thighs.
"She doesn't like you. That's all." I hummed into his ear as I gently bit it. He groaned and grinded his hips against mine.
"The things you do to me Dakota." He muttered into my neck. I giggled and began to take my shirt off. He stared at me with lust filled eyes and licked his lips.

"I want to take me right here baby." He nodded slowly and unbuttoned my jeans, slipping his hand into my underwear. He rubbed my clit roughly and I placed my head in the crook of his neck, moaning loudly.
"Fuck Michael." I groaned, bucking my hips against his finger.

"F-faster daddy." He chuckled and removed his fingers. I whimpered and he pointed to the back seat.
"Go. Now." I did as told and climbed into the backseat. Michael followed behind me and when I sat down, he sat between my legs on the floor; pulling my pants off and spreading my legs open.

"Awe kitten, so wet for me?" He smirked as he pulled my underwear off. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan from escaping as he flicked his tongue over my clit. My hips squirmed and he placed his hands on my thighs, holding me in place.

"Shit." I moaned as he continued to lick and bite. "Michael, please." I whimpered, wrapping my fingers in his hair; pushing his face deeper into me. He stopped his actions and looked up at me.
"What did you call me?" He asked swatting my thigh. I moaned in pleasure.
"D-daddy." He smiled at me.
"Good kitten."

He pushed a finger into me and pumped it at a slow steady pace, to which I pushed down against it.
"Always so impatient baby." I looked down at him with hooded eyes and moaned quietly as he pushed deeper.
"Daddy, please." I whimpered. Michael looked at me and smirked, adding another finger.

I felt myself about to cum and as my high was about to hit, Michael removed his fingers; just like he had on Friday night. He smiled and opened the door to get out.
"Get dressed baby, I'll see you in History. Oh and don't you dare think about touching yourself because I will punish you." I sat there, completely in shock from what just happened.

I pulled my clothes on and stumbled out of his car, fixing my messy hair and making my way inside. Michael smirked at me as I walked past him and Calum. He was probably telling Calum everything that happened and I was back to wanting to punch him in the face. My core ached and I just wanted to finish what Michael had started but I couldn't.

The thought of being punished intrigued me. I wanted to disobey him just to find out what he would do to me but I didn't. I kept to myself all day and drove home quietly, walking up to my bedroom; throwing my bag down to the floor and looking out my window to see if Michael was home yet.

I seen his car pull up and him along with Calum get out. I groaned, knowing I couldn't go over there now. Calum nudged Michaels arm when he noticed me in the window and they both smirked, waving at me. I waved back and stepped away, sitting on my bed. Why did he have to be such a dick.