taxidriver!hollis x fem!reader smutshot
content info: mdni, fem!reader, taxidriver!hollis, strangers, car sex, public sex, masturbation, dominance, dirty talk, no protection
authors note: took a taxi home yesterday irl and my driver was handsomeeee. i might've been a little drunk and my brain started writing a fic on the ride. this is sober me bringing that idea to life. enjoy <3
* wrote the whole fic listening to wake up by nettspend btw. so if u wanna have the whole late night drive vibe go and listen to it on repeat while reading
you had been at a concert with your friends. it was wild. just like your outfit: way too short, way too little. your friends went on to a bar afterwards, but you had to leave early. work tomorrow. still, they wanted to make sure you got home safe dressed like this, so they called you a taxi.
honestly, kinda sweet of them. and they’re not wrong. the short white skirt. the white knee socks. the white lace top. the subway probably wouldn’t have been the best idea tonight.
"come on…" you whisper under your breath when another cold gust runs over your bare legs, like maybe your driver can somehow hear your impatience. and then suddenly a black car with tinted windows pulls up in front of you. not exactly what you expected a taxi to look like. but whatever. you just want to go home. you open the back door.
"hi!" - "you y/n?" the driver’s voice is low. calm. you nod quickly and slide onto the back seat. you never sit in the front. being that close to strangers has always made you uncomfortable. the second your seatbelt clicks, the car shoots forward. your head snaps up. wow. this guy either has a death wish or absolutely no fear.
that’s when you notice his hands on the steering wheel. big. pale. veins faintly visible under the skin. a few slim rings on his fingers catching the streetlights every time he moves them. the way he steers is almost hypnotic. your gaze drifts higher.
his hair is blonde. really blonde. almost white. long enough to fall out from under the black cap he’s wearing backwards. you haven’t even seen his face yet, but somehow you’re already pretty sure he’s attractive. then his voice pulls you out of it.
"so… what was the plan tonight?" fuck. his voice. your eyes flick over him again before quickly returning to the road outside the window. "uh… i went to a concert." he turns the wheel smoothly, merging into the next lane. a small smile pulls at one corner of his mouth. "nice. i like music too." - "yeah… me too." you sound quieter than you meant to, so you just keep looking out the window. the car stops at a red light.
he looks out across the intersection, and for the first time you really see his profile. and yeah. he looks like something out of a painting. sharp features, but still soft somehow. a little androgynous in a way that makes it hard to stop looking. a thin silver pair of glasses sits on his nose. then he notices you staring. oh shit. he turns his head slightly toward you. the red glow from the traffic light washes over his face.
"you good back there?" you straighten immediately. "yeah! yeah, i’m good." he tilts his head just a little, like he doesn’t believe you for a second. his eyes move over you slowly. top to bottom. then back up again. the light turns green and he presses the gas. hard enough that your back hits the leather seat.
"so…" he says casually. "what concert do you go to dressed all in white?" okay. he’s getting personal. "ken carson." your voice comes out a little unsure. he shakes his head and lets out a quiet laugh. "that’s a choice." oh. he’s teasing. "well," you shoot back, "my outfit still looks exactly the same as before. so i think i handled it pretty well." he glances toward you slightly, though his eyes stay on the road. "or you just don’t know how to have fun." he turns his head "especially at ken."
especially at ken. what kind of statement is that. "oh sorry!" you say dryly. "i didn’t realize you knew him personally." your sarcasm is obvious. in the rearview mirror, his eyes meet yours. one corner of his mouth lifts. "if you only knew." you look at him, confused. but he just turns his attention back to the road. silence settles in the car. which gives you the perfect excuse to keep looking at him.
black baggy jeans. what looks like a white tank top underneath his hoodie. a black zip up, halfway open. just enough for you to see the gold chain around his neck catching the light every time you pass another streetlamp. it matches the rings. the bracelets. everything. final verdict: he’s beautiful. almost too beautiful for the word beautiful. he’s hot. but in this aesthetic way. like someone you’d cast in an artsy film when the script calls for those intense, erotic scenes. with him you’d probably-
"you’re not much of a talker, huh?" you flinch slightly. "what?" his eyes meet yours again through the mirror. "you like looking more than talking." oh fuck. he noticed. you don’t know what to say to that, so you just turn your head back toward the window. he grins. then suddenly the engine roars louder. he changes lanes. the car accelerates.
your grip tightens on the seat. is he insane? your eyes stay locked on the road while you grab onto the leather beneath you. in the mirror, he’s watching you. seeing the tension in your shoulders. he shifts gears again.
"are you trying to kill us?" - "no," he laughs. "just wanted to see if that would make you talk more." you scoff. "if you keep driving like this i won’t be talking at all. i’ll be in a ditch somewhere. in pieces." he laughs again. through the silver frames of his glasses, his eyes stay fixed on the road. another gear shift. "i like your humor." you cross your arms. "that wasn’t a joke." he shrugs slightly. "eh. little bit." you shake your head and stare out at the dark highway rushing past. you can feel him looking at you. through the mirror. and the faint grin he’s trying not to show. he clearly enjoys getting under your skin. eventually the car slows down. finally back to a normal speed. you stop at the next traffic light.
one of his hands rests loosely on the steering wheel. the other hangs against the window frame. and you can’t help it. your eyes drift to his fingers again. and like he somehow knows you’re looking, they move. slowly. deliberately. gliding along the curve of the wheel. and suddenly you imagine those same fingers on your skin. moving slowly. starting at your cheek. tracing down your neck. his hand tightening. the light turns green. he presses the gas again. and while the car accelerates into the night, you realize he’s not just some crazy taxi driver anymore. he’s something else. something you want. something you’re starting to crave. and somehow… somehow he’s acting like he already knows that.
the drive continues. you’re not really talking anymore, but you can’t stop looking at him. every time your eyes drift back to the road it only takes a few seconds before they find him again. watching what he’s doing. how he’s driving. waiting to see if he’ll say something else.
another red light. he doesn’t turn around, doesn’t look at you directly, but somehow you can feel that all of his attention is still on you. it makes you nervous. then his hand lifts. slowly. he reaches up to the rearview mirror and adjusts it. not for the road. for you.
the mirror now frames your face perfectly. and his eyes. locked on you. "there." he says calmly. "now you can watch me better." you immediately try to defend yourself. "i wasn’t-" he adjusts the mirror again, just a little. perfect.
"sweetheart," he says with a small smile that’s way too confident, "if you keep looking at me like that we’re not making it to your address." your heart stutters. "what?" you ask quickly, needing to make sure you didn’t just imagine that. needing to make sure the way this man is pulling you in isn’t making you hallucinate.
"you heard me." his voice stays calm. too calm. heat rushes to your face. you can feel it spreading down your neck while your pulse suddenly picks up. and now you feel it lower too. that slow, warm pull between your legs.
we’re not making it to your address.
fuck. that sentence landed exactly where he wanted it to. and he knows it. his eyes stay on you through the mirror while the light stays red. challenging. provoking. like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do with that. you swallow.
"you’re crazy." you mutter, trying to sound unimpressed. he huffs a quiet laugh. "am i?" the light turns green but he doesn’t immediately look away. his hand moves back to the steering wheel, fingers curling around it while the car rolls forward again.
"i’m just saying," he adds casually, eyes back on the road now. "the way you’ve been looking at me since you got in this car…" his tongue briefly presses against the inside of his cheek like he’s thinking. "doesn’t exactly say 'just take me home.'" your heart beats faster.
"maybe you’re just imagining things." you say quickly, trying to grab back at least a little control. he glances at you through the mirror again. amused. "yeah?" a short pause. "so if i pulled over right now,” he says, almost lazy, "and told you to fuck me… you’d say no?" for a second you honestly think you misheard him. there’s no way he just-
"i… i mean… you’re a stranger, i…" - "you wouldn’t stop me." he cuts you off like it’s obvious. like it’s not even a question. "i can see it in your eyes." you shift slightly in your seat and he immediately notices. his hand lifts to the mirror again, adjusting it a little lower when you lean back. "there." a faint smile. "better."
it suddenly feels like there’s nowhere to hide from him. and the worst part is, you’re not even sure you want to. every nerve in your body feels tuned to him now. the car feels smaller by the second, the air thicker. being this close to him, alone in the dark like this, makes the tension almost unbearable.
the engine hums louder as he accelerates again, but it still doesn’t drown out your pulse. he glances back over his shoulder slightly. "do me a favor, love." your stomach drops. his voice is lower now. on purpose. whatever comes next is going to ruin you.
"touch yourself for me, i know you need it."
your body reacts instantly. a sharp pulse between your legs. the car rolls to a stop at another intersection and his hand lifts again, tilting the mirror further down. directly between your thighs. "show me what i do to you.."
you can’t get a word out. but you’re so turned on it almost hurts. slowly, you open your legs a little wider for him. his eyes stay locked on the mirror. watching everything. you catch his gaze. "what do i get out of it tho?" you ask, trying to sound playful. trying to hold onto at least a piece of the control. he chuckles softly.
"well…" he shifts the wheel with one hand. "if i like what i see…" a small pause. "you get the driver’s seat later." - "wow." you mutter. "and what’s so special about that?" this time he turns his head a little more toward you, speaking over his shoulder. casual. like the words don’t mean anything. "i won’t stand up and i’ll be a few inches inside you." your pussy clenches instantly at the image. heat spreads between your thighs. fuck. that promise sounds way too good. you can’t take it anymore. you need something. any kind of touch.
you spread your legs wider and slowly slide your string to the side. he sees everything in the mirror. "fuck." he mutters under his breath, pressing the gas again. the car surges forward, pushing you back into the seat. you bring a finger to your mouth first, licking it slowly. then you reach down and start circling your clit. with your other hand you spread your lips open for him. his focus sharpens instantly. his gaze flicks between the road and the mirror, and every time his eyes land on you again they look darker. hungrier.
you watch him too. his hands on the wheel. the way his fingers move, almost deliberately now, like he knows exactly what you find hot. the flex of his hand when he shifts gears. fuck. your fingers move faster. the way his brows pull together while he concentrates on the road. that look. oh god. then his eyes snap back to you again and a quiet moan slips out of your mouth. it’s so hot. it feels so good. he exhales slowly through his nose. this isn’t leaving him untouched either. he shifts in his seat slightly, settling back as the bulge in his pants becomes impossible to miss. he’s already hard just watching you.
"like what you see?" you tease softly, licking your fingers again. he lets out a low breath. "trust me, honey." his voice drops. "few more intersections…" a small pause. "and you’ll be sitting on me all the way down."
your pussy tightens at his words and by now you’re already soaked. seeing him like this, his voice, the way he looks at you. it’s driving you insane. your thoughts are so tangled you don’t even notice when the car finally rolls to a stop. right in front of your house. more precisely, the public parking lot directly in front of it.
"come here." he doesn’t say it softly. it’s an order. you glance around, realizing where you are. "what? here?" - "scared?" he smiles, turning toward you. okay. fuck. that look alone is enough. you push the door open and step out, moving around the car toward the driver’s side. your heart is racing now, every step making you more nervous, more excited. you haven’t even touched him yet.
he keeps his eyes on the street while he reaches over and unlocks the driver’s door for you. an invitation. you open it wider and before you can even say anything he grabs you, pulling you inside and down onto his lap before you can react. the door shuts behind you with a dull thud.
his hands land firmly on your hips, holding you there. holding you against the hard length in his pants. you can feel him clearly through the fabric. and he’s watching you closely. fuck. he’s even more beautiful up close. you find yourself studying him, his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, his lips.
his lips. you bite down on yours without realizing it. he notices. of course he does. a small smile appears. "by the way," he says calmly, "i’m hollis." you tilt your head slightly. "and you’re telling me that because…?" he doesn’t hesitate. "because you’re about to moan it when you cum for me."
then his hand suddenly closes around your throat, pulling you down to him. and he kisses you. hard. hungry. like he’s been wanting to know exactly what you taste like ever since you stepped into his car. "need to…" he murmurs against your lips, barely pulling away before kissing you again. "feel you."
his hand slides down your body while his other one works open his pants. he keeps kissing you the whole time, his tongue moving against yours while your fingers tangle in his hair and you press yourself closer to him. there’s barely any space on the seat anyway.
suddenly his pants are open. and you feel it. his hard cock pressing against you. every time you moan into the kiss, it twitches against you. "need you…" you whimper back against his mouth. "inside." his hand moves between your legs and the second his fingers brush your clit he feels how wet you are. a deep groan leaves his chest. "oh god… y/n."
his hands tighten on your hips as he lifts you slightly, his eyes flicking up to yours for just a second. checking. making sure. but fuck, your pussy needs this. you need this. you reach down and wrap your hand around his cock while he holds you above him. slowly you guide him between your legs, lining him up with your entrance.
then he pulls you down onto him. slowly. your fingers stay at your clit and the second you start sliding down his dick a shaky moan escapes you. "fuuuuck…" your voice trembles while he keeps guiding your hips down, inch by inch, until you’re fully seated on him. every inch of you filled. his head tilts back slightly as he looks up at you. "told you."
his hands stay firm on your hips as he starts moving you, setting the pace himself. you take every thrust, your body rocking with the motion while your juices spread over his lap and down your thighs. he starts moving faster. harder. pressing you down onto him more aggressively. "i want you to feel all of me." he growls darkly. then he grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away from your body, guiding them to the seat behind him. "they stay there." his voice is low. a command. "until you cum."
you nod, gripping the seat as your fingers claw into the leather. he starts fucking you harder now, faster, lifting and dropping your hips onto him while his other hand slips back down to your clit. his finger circles it slowly. exactly the way he knows will break you. it doesn’t take long. he has you right where he wants you.
your breathing turns shaky, your moans louder now as you feel the pressure building. he’s breathing heavier too. you can feel his cock twitching deeper inside you with every thrust. you’re both close. so close. he keeps fucking into you until-
"i’m coming, hollis. fuck…" your voice breaks as the words spill out. his brows pull together as he looks straight up at you. suddenly his hand moves to the back of your neck, gripping you there while he drives you down harder onto him. completely in control. he leans forward slightly, spits between your legs, and his fingers go straight back to your clit, overwhelming you. "cum on my dick." his voice is rough. "now."
and the second he says it, your body gives in. you pulse around him, moaning his name exactly the way he said you would. that’s all it takes. it pushes him straight over the edge. he groans deeply as he cums inside you, his cock twitching hard while he holds you down on him. after a moment he leans his forehead against your shoulder, breathing out slowly.
"damn, babe." he exhales. "you’re something." he glances up at you again, then past you toward the seat behind him. the leather is scratched. your nails did that. you look down at him, slightly guilty. "oops… souvenir?" a small smile spreads across his face. "let me know if you ever need another ride." a pause. "this one’s on the house." you smile back at him. "thanks… hollis."
then you lean forward over him, reaching back for your bag before opening the driver’s door. "see you." he nods once. you step out, the door slamming shut behind you as you walk toward your front door in your white skirt. and you can feel it. his cum slowly running down the inside of your thighs. "souvenir." you murmur to yourself with a small smile.
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