#maxwell lord smut

[mypoisonedvine]

81:"just come to dinner with me. it doesn't have to be weird." 89:"keep the lights on, I want to see you." 88:"kiss me like you mean it." With Jack Whiskey or maxwell Lord.

Hope your having a lovley day<3

-❄

I know he's not everybody's favorite but I want a sugar daddy maxwell fic sooo bad! to make it fair I decided to take some liberties with his look lmao

length: 2.5k (no clue how that happened...)

warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), oral f receiving, sugar daddy relationship, alcohol consumption, possessiveness <3

You’d never done anything like this before— you made that perfectly clear to him, to the point that you wondered if it would scare him off.  But it didn’t, which was equal parts comforting and concerning.

However, even with all your complex emotions towards the idea, you agreed to it.  Just come to dinner with me, he’d told you, it doesn’t have to be weird.  Nothing has to happen— it’s just dinner, no expectations.

That relieved you enough to get you to go out with him.  He’s not expecting anything, you promised yourself, it’s just dinner.  Nothing has to happen.

But you still put on your nicest lingerie under your dress… just in case.

The whole thing made you feel out of place, honestly: you’d never been to a restaurant this nice, you’d never worn a designer gown before (let alone one that someone had picked out and sent to you for your first date), you’d never been picked up by a private driver—you didn’t even know what to do when you got to the restaurant, so you were a bit relieved (if certainly surprised) when you walked in and they seemed to already know you.

The host greeted you by name, took your coat, and informed you that Mr. Lord is already waiting for you at his usual table.  That made you wonder if a girl like you was his usual guest.

Your heart picked up its pace when you saw him from across the restaurant; he looked like he fit right in, with his hair slicked back in a black tux.  He looked so natural like that, you couldn’t even imagine him without a tux.  (Well, you could, but you were trying not to.)

But, your heart didn’t really start racing until he saw you.  His eyes lit up, and a tilted smile filled his face as he stood to greet you.

“Don’t you look gorgeous!” he purred, leaning in to kiss your cheek as you approached— even that caught you off-guard, but you realized it wasn’t meant to be especially flirtatious, it was just one of those rich people greetings.  Then again, the arm that reached around you so his hand could rest momentarily on your lower back felt a bit more than friendly.  “You like the dress?”

“Y-yes, thank you,” you smiled nervously as you looked down at the floor-length black gown again, “it’s beautiful.  And more comfortable than it looks.”

He laughed a bit, squeezing your arm briefly before gesturing for you to take your seat.  One waiter was already pouring your water and another was draping a white napkin over your lap and pushing in your seat;  “White or red, miss?” the one pouring drinks asked.

“O-oh, um—” you began, but Maxwell interrupted.

“Why don’t you bring her a glass of the ’61 Chateau Haut-Brion?” he suggested.  “To go with mine.”

“Of course, sir,” the waiter nodded, and soon him and his fellow servers departed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Maxwell addressed you again, “the house wines are fine— but I think you’ll like this one, it’s excellent.”

“Oh, I trust you,” you smiled, “you know a lot more about all this than me.”

“Try not to feel too intimidated,” he assured, “almost everyone here is worrying just as much as you about looking like they belong—probably even more than you are.  The only difference is, you actually have enough beauty to not be outshined by a place like this.”

A little uncomfortable with the compliment, you looked around the modern space— so much glass and crystal sparkling under pleasantly-dim lights, with a view out over the ocean just outside the window you’d been seated against.  It was sleek and ornate all at once.  “It really is a lovely place, thank you for taking me here,” you announced.

“Oh, I come here all the time— more than I should,” he laughed.  “I’ll warn you now, you might become addicted once you get a taste.”

A brief moment passed before he quirked a brow.

“Of the food, I mean,” he winked, and you giggled a bit.

“Right— should I, um, look at a menu?” you wondered.

“It’s actually a set course tonight,” he explained, “I hope you don’t mind.  Honestly, I prefer not having to think about it— and the chef here never misses.  He’s a good friend, actually.”

“I get the feeling you’re good friends with a lot of people,” you observed, and he gave you a knowing smile.

“Should I be offended?” he asked.

“No,” you laughed, “but you seem like you’re always getting in places, always getting special treatment or private access— ‘cause the theater owner is a good friend, the executive producer is a good friend…”

“You make me sound much more popular than I am,” he shrugged.

The waiter returned with a bottle in hand, showing the label to you and Maxwell.  “The Chateau Haut-Brion you requested, Mr. Lord?”

“Fabulous, thank you,” Maxwell smiled as the waiter uncorked the bottle and poured glasses for you both.

“The first course will be out shortly,” the man explained before he departed; you reached for your glass, about to take a sip, but your date raised his own.

“A toast,” he suggested, making you stop pulling your glass closer and holding it up in anticipation instead, “to… new friends.”

You smiled and clinked your glass against his.

~

You tried not to look too starstruck as you looked around the penthouse apartment, but it was hard to hide your awe at all the fine art on the walls, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittery city below, the vintage and baroque furniture…

“I haven’t been here in a few weeks,” he explained as he sauntered inside after letting you in, “forgive me if it looks a little barren— I’ve been in my home in California for some time to manage my work there, I only visit my apartments occasionally—”

“You have more than one?!” you realized, unable to suppress the urge to gawk, and he smiled as you looked back over your shoulder at him.

“I have quite a few properties, yes,” he nodded.  “Miami, Berlin, Hong Kong— all of these, of course, would be available to you whenever you’d like to visit, if you were to…”

He trailed off, approaching you as his eyes darkened a bit.  “If I was to…?” you prompted.

You shivered slightly when he reached up to run his fingers gently along the curve of your jaw.  “If you were to accept my offer.”

You swallowed, turning to face him properly, and sighed when his other hand came to rest on your waist.  “A-and, if I was to…” you trailed off, apparently still not proud enough to say it, “would there be… anyone else?”

“No,” he shook his head, “not for either of us.  That’s not what I want.”

He’d explained to you before, in a few different ways, what he did want.  He’d explained that he enjoyed ‘dating’ this way because it took out the guesswork, because he was too busy for a traditional relationship.  He needed a partner who could work around his complex schedule— and to soften the blow, he would send gifts to fill the time while he was gone.  All he really asked was that you stay ready and waiting for him to return— or even to be ready to drop everything and hop on a private jet to come see him wherever he was when he needed you most.

The look in his eyes certainly showed that he needed you now.  You knew that if you told him you didn’t want this— or even just that you didn’t want anything to happen tonight— he would be polite and sweet and have a car take you home.  But you also got the feeling that if you said any of that, he would see right through it.

You wanted this too.  It was sort of obvious, especially as your hands snaked up his chest over the fabric of his tux, resting on his shoulders as you looked up at him expectantly.

“Why don’t you tell me what you want, beautiful?” he suggested in a low voice.

“I… I want,” you began hesitantly, having to look away to find the courage to say it, “I want you to tell me what to do.”

He smiled a bit, lifting your chin and guiding you to look up at him again.  “Kiss me like you mean it.”

You felt strange about that wording— like he thought you didn’t genuinely want this and just tolerated it in exchange for the money.  Which wasn’t true, but then again, it is hard to turn a man down when you’re wearing the thousand-dollar dress he bought for you.

And, of course, you kissed him.  You wove your fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, shutting your eyes and sighing as he tightened his grip on your waist; he wrapped you up in his arms, slowly and gently, and hummed lowly against your lips.  There was something about it that was different from every other first kiss you’d had (or possibly every other kiss you’d ever had) but you completely lacked the words to describe it.  Maybe it was how careful he was with you, how oddly patient; or maybe it was how quickly you found yourself wanting more.

You opened your mouth slightly, letting him delve deeper with his tongue, though he wasn’t too aggressive about it at first.  It was still sweet and slow, and you relaxed further as you pressed your body to his.

He broke away sooner than you wanted him to, and you watched his eyes scan over your face before they drifted to your shoulder— where his hand was tracing over the strap of your dress, teasing that he might slide it down at any moment.  You found yourself wishing he would, but instead he brought his eyes back to your own.

“Would you mind if I showed you the bedroom?” he suggested.

“Not at all,” you breathed.

You didn’t get a very thorough tour, not when you were stumbling backwards through the door as his hands ran all over you.  He quickly flipped on the light switch as he walked past it, only for you to reach and turn it off again.  He smiled playfully at you as he broke his lips away.  “Now, darling, how am I supposed to show you the bedroom in the dark?” he mused.

“You can show me after,” you sighed, trying to tug him by the jacket into another kiss, but he resisted with a smug grin.

“After,” he repeated with a low, rich voice that seemed to wash right over you.  “But what we’re about to do, I don’t want to do in the dark, either— you’re much more exciting to look at than some boring old bedroom that’s been on the cover of Architectural Digest…”

You laughed a little, but he bit his lip as he pulled you closer to him.

“Keep the lights on,” he pleaded— or maybe demanded, “I want to see you.”

You flipped the lights back on, and he almost turned that designer gown to shreds getting it off you.

He growled as he got a glimpse of your lingerie, and you bit your lip through a smile when he met your gaze again.  “Oh, angel— you’ll spoil me.”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, making you gasp slightly as he delicately ran his fingers along the lacy hem of your panties.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he sighed, “I need to taste you.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled, “o-okay, whatever you want.”

Looking up at you, he shot you a glittering smile.  “Get used to saying that, beautiful.”

You shuddered, just as he pulled the panties down and dove between your legs.

You felt a bit undignified with him burying his mouth against you while you were standing up; your knees wobbled and he grabbed onto your hips to help keep your balance, sliding his tongue out between your lips.

“Fuck!” you gasped, reaching down and grabbing a handful of his hair greedily.  He moaned against you, shutting his eyes tighter, lapping at you eagerly.  He pulled away far too soon, and you whimpered before he beamed up at you with slick lips.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded.

You didn’t need a tour of the room to find that: you stepped out of your panties and fell back onto it, smiling at him as he quickly slipped off his jacket and climbed up over you with an insatiable look on his face, his dark hair broken out of its style by your touch and dangling down around his face.

“Take this off,” he instructed, running a finger over your bra as he balanced himself to hover over you.

You sat up enough to reach behind your back, unfastening the garment and shimmying out of it to toss aside onto the floor.

His gaze raked over you lasciviously.  “Forgive me,” he breathed, “if I can’t find the heart to take my time with you like I imagined.”

You felt your heart skip, just before he descended and kissed you again, the tangy taste of your own arousal making you moan in the back of your throat.  The kiss was filthier and needier than ever, and quickly moved down to your neck; your back arched up off the satin sheets as his tongue traced your pulse.

“I could spend all night,” he panted between heady kisses, “tasting you everywhere.”

“God,” you whimpered, “I won’t stop you.”

“And what if I want to spend the whole night inside you?” he challenged further, making you whine and stir under him.  He pressed his weight down on you as you slowly spread your legs; you felt suddenly aware of him still being almost entirely dressed while you were stripped to nothing, and it somehow only made you more desperate for him.

“Please,” you begged, feeling his teeth scrape your neck as his hips rocked against yours.  You gasped feeling how hard he was, and it turned into a proper moan as one of his hands groped roughly at your chest.  “Fuck, Max—”

“When you say my name like that, I’m not sure how I’m supposed to control myself,” he growled, pulling back to look down at you.

“Then don’t,” you offered with a smirk.

“Just promise me one thing,” he began, surprising you with the change of his tone.  “If we do this… you’re mine.”

Your throat caught on nothing.

“If you can’t handle that, I understand,” he mitigated, “but I can’t pretend that I feel any differently— I need you, all to myself.  I need to know that you belong to me.”

You found yourself nodding before you even really thought it through.  “I’m yours,” you promised as you clutched desperately at his shirt, making him smile proudly.  “Fuck, I’m all yours.”

He kissed you—not as ruthless as the last one, but still plenty passionate.  This time, you were completely sure you’d never been kissed like this.

“I want you to say that,” he purred against your lips, “every time I make you come.”

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 8th

Day 8: Sex Pollen/Fuck or Die, Chastity, Sexual Competition

Max Lord x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Magic stones, ancient inscriptions, DUB-CON, compulsion to have sex, wordless consent, public sex, frantic sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of biting

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The TV guy has been hanging around for the last few days. Causing a disruption in the everyday workload as the director had pushed for a personalized tour to the CEO of Black Gold since he was promising a sizable donation to the foundation. If there was one thing that could turn your normally stalwart director into a groveling slut, it was the promise of funds. 

You hear a booming laugh and roll your eyes. Unsure of what the joke was down the hall, but you know it was Barbara that was giving him the tour so it couldn’t be that funny. Nothing against her, but she wasn’t the joking type. You look back down at your large magnifying glass, looking through it at the inscription etched into the stone that has been a source of intrigue to you over the past few days since it had arrived. 

When your name is called, you try not to get annoyed, knowing that your boss would want you to place nice. Looking up and plastering a smile on your face as you watch Barbara and the TV guy, you forget his name, walk in. 

Well, she walks. He seemingly saunters in like he owns the place. Perhaps he thinks that because he’s going to write a check, he is an owner. 

His eyes are quick, clever. Far more clever that you would imagine seeing those cheesy commercials he always has played on the tv during Jeopardy. The smile you could do without. It’s screaming slightly sleazy, put on and false in order to get what he wants. The only question is, what does Max Lord want?

Introductions are made, Barabara bouncing almost nervously as you shake the salesman’s hand. Pulling your hand away quickly and turning towards her so she can tell you what she wants. She never approaches you unless she needs something. You aren’t one of the posh, beautiful scientists she wants so desperately to be close to. 

“Can I ask a favor?” She asks, clapping her hands together and giving you a pleading look. “I have a meeting that I can’t reschedule.” Her eyes flicker over to the suit and then back to you. “Could you please finish up the tour for Mr. Lord?” “Please….” He winces. “Call me Maxwell.” He offers with a sugar sweet smile that he seems to think to be a gift. He’s not bad looking, but he would look better if he took the Sun-in out of his hair and lost the boxy shoulder pads. You were one of the few that hated the way fashion has gone. 

“I have a lot to do here.” You protest but Barbara gives you an even more pleading expression. “But…..I can finish it up.” She nearly claps in relief. “After I finish up my work.” You warn seriously. 

“Yeah….sure….” She’s bobbing her head quickly and looking over Maxwell. “That’s great. Well, I know you’ll have a great time, so I’ll just run along.” 

You ignore the flirting and flustering as Maxwell makes a slight scene at Barbara leaving, kissing her hand and making her giggle like she’s five again. Soon enough, there’s blissful silence back in your lab so you can concentrate. 

“So what are you studying?” The question comes after two blissful minutes of silence. Two minutes that you had obviously hoped would be longer. Your eyes cut up from your magnifying glass to find Maxwell looking at the stone curiously. 

“A rock.” You glibly answer, keeping your tone just as dry as you possibly can. Barely resisting the urge to smirk when his grin slides off his unfairly handsome face. 

Maybe you feel a little guilty, but it’s not enough to make you apologize as you look back down at the inscription with a frown. While your Latin was rusty, you swear this is talking about fertility. Just as you tilt the glass down more, a finger appears in front of your magnifying glass, making it look even larger than normal, showing you the grooves in his skin. “What’s-”

“No!” You cry out, knowing that the stone cannot be touched without gloves. The instructions had been very clear in the crate that the stone was packed in. “Don’t touch it!” 

Your fingers collide, both of you touching the vivid jade stone at the same time. The piece seemingly glows at the contact and both of you gasp as you snatch your hands away, knocking over the magnifying glass. 

The next few moments are nothing short of a blur of pain and confusion. Nearly blacking out until a pair of lips smash against yours in the most inelegant, needy kiss of your life. 

“Ohhhh!” Your eyes fly open, finding Maxwell’s face right in yours and his mouth opens, groaning. 

“I can’t- I need-” He doesn’t stop kissing you, his words are just cut off by the tongue sliding into his mouth. Your tongue. The feeling of him pressing against you awakening something base inside you. 

You don’t know why, but you need him. The word fertility flashing in your mind and you push it away because of the burning of your skin and the throbbing of your cunt. 

He apparently feels the same way. Something hard and pulsing starts to push against your hip as he backs you up against the table you had been working at. Nothing but fervent kisses being exchanged, and his hands start to pull at your clothes. 

You never even think to push him away. It doesn’t even cross your mind. Too busy grabbing handfuls of him and ripping open the obvious faux Gucci belt so you can rip those ridiculously baggy pants off of him. 

His hands are bigger, harder than you ever would have imagined when watching those commercials of his. Wonderful on your skin as he slides them up  your thighs under your skirt. Hot as find the edge of your panties and hooking under them to start dragging them down. 

It’s not like you’ve talked about this, but neither one of you cares. Both of you groaning when your own hand dives into his briefs and wraps around an impressive cock. He hides it well under those bulky suits. 

Both of you need each other in a way that can’t even be described. The pain flaring in your stomach drives you, squeezing and pumping his cock, pulling back the foreskin and smearing the bead of precum around the head while he pants into your mouth. 

Your name, not even spoken by him before, sounds like ambrosia as it drips from his tongue. His own fingers sliding through your folds before he is pushing you up onto the table and spreading your legs to step between. 

Your cry would draw any number of personnel if there had been anyone. It had already been late in the day, and then the meeting had drawn everyone else away, leaving your floor empty with the exception of you and Maxwell. “Max!” Your eyes widen when he pushes inside you, filling you to the hilt with a needy, frantic thrust. 

He groans again, twitching violently inside you and gripping the edge of the table behind you. Pulling his hips back and shuddering when he thrusts forward again and moans at how tight you are. 

Rocking the table with how hard he’s fucking you, you can’t do anyting but hold on and whine for him. Every piercing thrust of his cock pushing the pain away and making your cunt feel amazing. Hitting all the best spots, deep inside you and scratching an itch you didn’t know you had. 

Kisses are littered on your skin, his teeth being used far more that you ever thought possible as a man fucks into you as frantically as Maxwell does. Chasing that same goal with the urgency that is burning underneath your own skin. Both of you pulling and grabbing at each other, clothes bunched between you as you grind your hips, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“I didn’t- fuck, it’s so good.” Maxwell rambles. “You’re so good. I can’t - it’s so- fuck.” 

You can only moan in agreement, not even coherent enough to speak right now. Your entire focus on the connection of his cock in your pussy. 

Your body is so sensitive that you are shocked by how quickly you cum. Taking you by surprise as your head falls back and your hands hold onto his broad shoulders. Cunt clenching down around him and the heat of your orgasm rushing through your body and seemingly quenching that fire that had been burning since you touched the stone only minutes before. 

“Oh fuck, oh mierda.” He groans, clenching his teeth and shouting when he thrusts once more, pulsing heavily inside you as he paints your womb with his seed in hot spurts. Panting and whining as he rocks his hips to push every drop into your quivering cunt until he’s spent and collapsing against you and both of you drop to the table top. 

Gasping for air, you try to catch your breath as you roll your head to the side and feel Max nuzzle against your neck, his own breath still undstead. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the stone. “What the fuck was that?” You ask, bewildered and almost giggly as you look at the fertility stone that had compelled both of you to fuck like wild animals in your lab. 

“I don’t know.” He pants. “But I might need a minute if we do it again.” 

Breaking into a giggle, your hand slides up to pet the hair that you had been snorting at earlier. Maybe Max Lord wasn’t soooo bad. “Hell of a tour, huh?” 

“Fuck.” He chuckles, still not moving on top of you and snuggling into you even more when your fingers scratch his scalp. “The best.” 

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[palioom]

first time for everything

summary: max gets pegged, that's all.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; established relationship; pegging; teasing and blue balling; anal fingering; dom/sub; lowkey praise kink

a/n: minimally proofread. also i wrote this in july of last year, my god, definitely not one of my favs but I hope you enjoy! // banners by @/saradika-graphics

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She laughed as she took out the colourful box from the closet, bringing it over to the table as he watched.

“Remind me again why you have these things in the first place?” Maxwell asked, feeling a little nervous, shifting in his place on the edge of the bed.

“For fun.”

What had he gotten himself into? Again.

He enjoyed relenting control to her occasionally, excited about seeing her ride him, maybe tie his wrists up, cuff him to the headboard. It got his head spinning in the most delicious ways possible, something he had never even thought of before she came into his life.

But this? He wasn’t quite sure how to feel.

She looked back at him as she took the lid off the box, seeing his concerned expression. Smiling at him reassuringly as she picked out the harness and the toy she wanted to use on him.

This wasn’t entirely new, she had put some fingers up his ass before, after a long round of talking. And they had found out that he liked it, liked her fingers inside of him while she sucked him off.

So she had brought up the possibility of fucking him for once, just here and there, easing him into the idea. But he had never said yes, something she respected.

Until now. After a week of her teasing him, occasionally brushing over his dick while passing him, pressing her ass into him while they slept. 

Teasing him every day until he finally broke today, practically begging her to finally fuck him.

“I will if you let me fuck your ass, baby.” She had said and this time, he had actually agreed.

Rock hard and aching, now sitting on the bed still in his suit and waiting for her to get ready.

“You look worried.” She noted, taking a bottle of lube and bringing it over to him before throwing it on the bed. “Sure you wanna do this?”

Her hands cupped his cheeks, tilting his head back so he looked up at her, brow a little furrowed, but eyes dark with lust.

He rested his broad hands on her hips, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of her pants.

“I do, my love, I am simply-”

She bent down to kiss him, muffling his whimpers.

So sensitive already.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Undressing him had taken longer than she had meant it to be, calming him down by placing her lips on every inch of skin she revealed with each newly shed piece of clothing. His neck, his broad shoulders, his chest down to his stomach. Arms, hands, thighs, she caressed every inch of him, except for his hard and weeping cock, aching for her touch.

When she began to undress herself, he was practically vibrating, needing her to touch him again, wanting to touch her but he wasn’t allowed to.

“You keep your hands to yourself, Max.” She said, opening her bra after she had already shed her blouse, giggling when his eyes wandered to her breasts. “I know you want to touch so badly, but I know you can be a good boy and wait just a little longer.”

Maxwell just nodded, mouth dry as she pulled down her dark pants, followed by her lacy underwear, a wet patch already visible at the front.

He could stare at her all day, her beautiful body as she stood fully naked in front of him, his dick twitching in anticipation.

Grinning as she reached for the harness, putting it on slowly, so slowly he was sure this was just more teasing. He couldn’t take more of this, having been on edge for a good week now, just needing her.

When she had secured all the straps, she didn’t attach the toy just yet, choosing instead to crawl over to him before pushing him onto his back with her hand on his chest, kneeling in between his open legs.

Her hands smoothed over his thick thighs, his muscles flexing below his skin as they went up and down, all the way to his knee before down to his hips again.

So soft and so warm.

“My love-” 

She shushed him, hovering over him. “Patience, Max. I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry.”

Kissing him, she brushed back his blonde hair, caressing his cheek after, then her hand went down his neck to his chest, resting it there.

“I’ll prepare you like this, yes?” She said, sitting back again and taking the bottle of lube into her hands. Watching how his eyes were focused on her hands, how she squeezed a little onto her fingers. “Then we’ll switch to hands and knees, baby.”

He nodded, trying to stay relaxed, trying to stay composed. But he was so wound up and so nervous, it seemed impossible.

Maxwell flinched a little when her fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle, slowly easing one in as she watched his reactions.

It felt cool in contrast to how hot he was, like he was burning up from the inside. The smallest noise left him as she pushed it all the way in, smiling at him.

“C’mon, you know this already, baby.” She cooed, waiting for a moment before she began to move, her other hand smoothing over his knee in soothing motions. “Doing so well, Maxy baby.”

He grunted, rolling his eyes. How he hated this name, but she had her fun with it, hearing her giggle.

His hands fisted the sheets as she slowly added a second finger after a few moments, a moan slipping past his lips.

“How’s that feel, Maxwell?” She asked, pumping them in and out slowly, carefully. Kissing the inside of his thigh, she teased him with her teeth, smiling as she kept watching his face.

That furrowed brow, eyes shut and just taking in the feeling.

“Feels good, darling.” He said, words catching on his breath. “More, please.”

She giggled, scissoring her fingers and making him moan louder.

“You’re not quite ready yet, Max. Just a little more.”

Her free hand wandered over his abdomen, close to where he needed her most, but not giving him what he wanted, seeing his dick twitch.

“So impatient, baby.”

He whined, clearly getting worked up now from not being able to touch her, her fingers pressing against that good spot inside of him repeatedly.

“Please, my love.” He said, opening his dark eyes to look at her. “I need more, my darling, please.”

He looked so sweet, flushed red and begging for her.

Hair sticking to his forehead, the vein on his neck visible now like whenever she had him like this.

Slowly she removed her fingers from him, smiling.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg, Max.” She let her palms wander over his thighs again before helping him onto his hands and knees. “Such a good boy for me.”

It was strange to be like this on their bed, not daring to look back as he heard her move around, heard a soft little click as she attached the toy to her harness.

Then her hands were back on him, rubbing over his broad back, up and down his spine before moving further down, grabbing a handful of his ass with a quiet laugh.

“Looking so good for me on all fours, baby.”

He heard the lid of the bottle opening again, then some slick sounds as she spread it on the silicone dick before he felt more on his asshole, wincing at the temperature change again.

She lined herself up with him, the tip just lightly pressed against him, stilling. Her hands wandered to his hips, thumbs tracing small circles into his hip bones.

“You ready?” Her voice was soft as she asked, the usual tone she carried in these situations gone. Not really commanding or mocking, just gentle for once, knowing he needed it.

He nodded, humming in approval, heart beating out of his chest.

“Need to hear you.” She said, bending over to kiss his shoulder. “Speak up, Maxwell.”

“Yes, I’m ready, my love.” He said, voice a little shaky.

Slowly she guided the strap into him, smiling at the noises he made, little moans and whimpers as she stretched him open more, until she was all the way inside, stilling.

It was a strange feeling, he felt incredibly full and wondered if this was how she felt every time he fucked her.

But it wasn’t bad, liking how the toy felt inside of him, how her hands soothingly moved over his back and over her sides, just giving him the time he needed to adjust.

Somehow he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. Too worked up already and she hadn’t even started moving yet.

“I’d love to see you like this more often.” She whispered, holding onto his hips as she gently moved her hips back before pushing back into him. Starting out with shallow movements and making him moan, his arms trembling slightly. “Fuck, you’re being so good for me, Maxy baby.”

It took her a moment before she found a rhythm, slow and gentle at first, then picking up speed.

“Tell me how good my cock feels inside of you, Max.” She said, giving his hip a soft slap, making him flinch and move back into her. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you, pretty boy.”

Maxwell moaned, already too close to the edge, his dick aching for some touch as she pushed into him again and again, her hand wandering over his back, then grabbing his hair. Pulling at it just a little so he had to throw his head back.

“Maxwell.”

He groaned, pushing back against her thrusts.

“You’re fucking me well, darling.” He finally grit out, finding it difficult to find the words with how good she made him feel. “You feel good inside of me.”

Her hips snapped into him harshly, giggling at the throaty moan that spilled from him.

“What feels good inside of you? Let me hear it, baby.”

Her fingers curled into his hair tighter, the sting only adding to the pleasure he felt.

“Your cock, my love.” Maxwell said and for some reason it felt as weird as it felt good to say it. “Your cock feels perfect.”

She giggled, letting go of his hair in favour of grabbing his hips again, thrusting harder now, knowing he was close just based on his sounds.

“Such a good boy for me, Max.” She cooed, bending over him to kiss his spine. “Want me to touch you? Want me to make you come, pretty boy?”

He nodded, needing her slim fingers around his aching cock.

“Please, my love, I’m so close.”

How sweet he sounded, lost in the pleasure.

Her hand found his dick, hard and leaking, stroking him in time with her thrusts. Feeling him pulse and twitch, his sounds going up in pitch, begging her again and again under his breath to let him come.

“Let go, Maxy baby.” She whispered against his shoulder, speeding up her movements. “Cum for me, been such a good boy.”

He came with a deep groan, arms trembling and threatening to give out as he spilled himself into the sheets, covering her fingers as well. His whole body shook, whimpering as she kept stroking him until he begged her to stop, his voice almost sounding pained from how sensitive he felt.

“Done so well, baby.” She said, kissing his shoulder, licking her fingers clean with a small laugh. “You’re always so good for me.”

Sitting back on her knees, she carefully pulled out of him, her hands rubbing over his lower back as she did, relishing in the soft whimpers he let out, letting himself fall into the mattress.

He felt empty, rolling over onto his back as he caught his breath, watching her as she removed the strap and the harness before crawling over him again.

“How are you feeling, baby?” She asked, her hand coming to rest on his cheek, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone.

He hummed, his rough palms on her thighs. “Feeling pretty good, thank you, my love.”

She smiled, happy that he felt good, that he had liked it.

“So you think you’ll let me do it again?” Her smile was infectious, making him smile as well as she bent down to kiss him.

He chuckled, nodding.

“I think so, yes.”

She kissed his cheek, moving to stand again.

“I’ll draw you a bath, you deserve to be pampered after I blue balled you for a week.” She laughed as she went over to the bathroom, ignoring the throbbing between her legs for now. There was always more time after the bath to put his mouth to good use.

“You better join me, darling.” He called after her, stil boneless on the bed as he looked after her, watched her hips swing as she went.

“Sure.”

He chuckled.

Whatever he had gotten himself into with her, he more than enjoyed it. 

She took more than good care of him, giving him a well deserved break.

And in a way, he could barely wait for the next time that she decided to bring out that sweet toy of hers.

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[daddy-dins-girl]

Kindred - Series Masterlist

Summary: You’ve nannied for your share of families including a lot of workaholic parents but never have you met anyone that runs themselves as ragged as Maxwell Lord seems to.

One night you decide to help Mr. Lord with a little stress relief, neither of you anticipating the feelings you'd discover for each other along the way.

Fandom: Wonder Woman 1984 Pairing: Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny) Status: Ongoing/WIP

Shoutout to @janaispunk for creating this gorgeous moodboard for me :)

Warnings: 🔞 18+MDNI. Explicit rating throughout. Light Dom/Sub elements (Sub!Maxwell obvi!). Specific warnings are labeled in each chapter.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

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[boliv-jenta]

Sex Worker!Max Lord x f!reader

Warning: sex work (not that there anything wrong with choosing that career but it wasn't Max's first choice.) Tit job. Blow job. Vaginal fingering.

Summary: When Max starts to like his new job, it seems to be less about the money and more about his employer.

WC:2.5k

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John Hancock (it's funny because it has the word cock in it)

The cash you had handed him in his sweaty palm was now on his night stand.

The same sweaty palm had worked hard to relieve the full erection he had by the time he got home. He'd been halfway there when you'd finished with him. Then you'd handed over more cash that he'd previously been told to expect. Handed him his jacket when he had been barely dressed, told him the cab you had called him was waiting outside and that he should get some rest before tonight. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was gone 2am. When you said 'tomorrow', had you meant tonight? 

Before he could ask, your tongue rolled over his as your hand squeezed his ass roughly. "I have to sleep but I'll call you."

The door was practically shut in his face. He felt cheap, tawdry. He had just been bought and used. He hadn't even had the chance to wipe his face, his lips were still covered in the sweet tang of you. As he got in the cab, he wondered if this was a regular thing. Did the older man driving him home know what he had done? Did he know you like to buy exactly what you wanted from men? That you'd chosen him of all people to take home to taste your most private moment? The shame, the exhilaration, the pride. It was a heady mix that had him hard as a rock under his folded suit jacket. 

As he tugged on his lubed up cock he thought about you on your knees talking about showing him what he was worth. Was that a joke? It hadn't felt like it when you sucked on his oversensitive shaft. He thought about the moment he came on your face. The first load landed on your tongue and you happily rolled it back into your mouth. Then rest landed on your angelic features. The thought of doing it again dragged more cum out of him than his fist did.

The walk up the path to your house was different in the day time, it seemed longer. The night before he'd practically floated up the steps of each level of the tastefully landscaped sloping garden. This time his heart pumped with every step, he told himself it was the climb. He willed himself to be the same charismatic man that schmoozed his way around your work function.

When you open the door in the tiniest set of see through lingerie that he had ever seen, that man was brought to his knees. Max almost joined him. He would have happily crawled in on his hands and knees for you as you walked away after inviting him in. Your ass on full display for him in a tiny g string with a little bow at the top resting on the curve of your ass. No one ounce of self consciousness was shown by you.

"I'm glad you could make it a little earlier. I had a rough day. Martini?" He'd followed you all the way through the house to the poolside. A small bar was set up against the wall. A cocktail shaker and glass already set up, waiting on a yes. All he could provide was a nod.

A small laugh peeled from you. "You look like you can use it. I don't bite, without consent. Come here, Baby." You held out his cocktail for him to take.

When he did, your hands found his narrow waist. They stay there tracing just above his woven belt as you move around to his back. Your hand run up to his broad shoulders, kneading at the tense muscles there.

A slight tsk leaves your lips. "You need to relax, Max. Let me help you."

Downing his drink for courage he followed you to a lounger. It had a solid stone base covered with wooden slats and thick cushions. Slowly giving him time to stop your hands you worked to strip him down. His casual white button down came off first exposing the beautifully smooth skin you hadn't taken notice of the night before. His slightly more fitted pants came down long, lean legs. 

"Fuck. You are worth every cent. Look at you, so gorgeous." Max shrank in on himself as if to hide. "None of that now. I want everyone to see you." 

The house backed onto a vacant lot, it was at the end of the street set back from the neighbours, that didn't mean no one could see the two of you. Certainly not when you bypassed the closest lounger and walked Max to the other end of the pool where two of the neighbours' houses could clearly be seen. A platform for sunbathing had been set up. 

"Take those off." You gestured to his boxers, a tasteful satin pair. When he hesitantly looked over your shoulder you stepped forward tracing the outline of his cock with your finger tips. "Don't worry I'll cover this up from prying eyes. Not that you need to hide it. Such a pretty cock. I couldn't wait to see it again. It is hard just for me?" You gave it a little squeeze and felt the precum on the fabric.

Max let out a little whine as he nodded with more force than was necessary. "Oooo. It's so big and hard. I hope it's not too uncomfortable. Do you want me to help you with it?"

"Yes…please."

"Oh you don't need to beg me yet, Beautiful. May later, you'll beg me to stop." The laugh you gave followed by the bite to his earlobe made Max shiver.

Your soft hands pushed his underwear down for him to step out of. Then, they pushed him back on the platform. He landed with his legs spread, and you filled the space between them. The warmth of your mouth enveloped him, taking away any thought of being self-conscious or discovered. At this point, he wanted people to see. A beautiful woman was taking his cock deep in her mouth. It was lewd and filthy. The noise alone. Your mouth squelching around him as you sucked him like you were ravenous. The hums of enjoyment as you worked your lips over his length. 

One hand came up to cradle his balls and they tightened followed by your grip tightening on the top of his shaft. "Nu-uh. Not so fast. I think I might like to try that begging now." Climbing up his prone body you sat yourself on his now spit slicked cock. He hissed at the pressure of your core covering him. "I'm going to rub myself on the big fat cock head until I come. You don't get to come until I'm done or until I'm happy that you've begged enough. Once I have what I want I will take such good care of you. Deal?"

Max would have shook hands with Devil himself if it got you to relieve the ache in his balls. He nodded eagerly.

"Such a good boy. Oh!" The first swipe of your hips notched the tip of his cock against your clit. Grinding down on it you seemed to find a rhythm that you enjoyed. The sensation was pleasurable to Max but not enough to get him off. You looked truly stunning, curves winding in the sunlight. He wondered what you'd look like bouncing up and down with his cock sheathed in your cunt. He let out a low moan. 

"Mmmm. Love to hear you moan Max. Is this enough to get you off?" Timidly he shook his head. "Dirty boy. You need more? Would you like it if I shoved your cock in my pussy and rode you until couldn't think straight? Or would you like to fuck me hard? Would you like to bend me over fuck me like an animal on all fours for the neighbours to see. If I let you ride it bare could I trust you to pull out or would you have to fill my pussy nice and deep?" Your words alone almost had him there then the rhythmic flex of your core against him as you came pushed him closer still. "Oh, Max. Look at the mess you've made of me again without even touching me. I bet if I let you get your cock wet you'd ruin me."

Max didn't think it was possible for him to be so turned on and throbbing. So close to coming but still not. Lifting off of him you took in the sight of his pulsing red cock. "Oh, Sweetie, look at you. You did so well for me. Such a…good…pretty…boy." You pressed kisses down his chest and stomach, it flexed with anticipation as you drew nearer his heavy length. When you got there you simply blew on it before moving away. Max had never felt such blissful torture. 

Laying back next to him you kissed his lips tenderly. "Okay. I think you deserve a treat. Climb up here." You patted your upper stomach. Max looked adorably confused. "Max sit on my stomach. Please." He did as he was told. A small basket of items sat next to the left platform you pulled a small bottle from it before handing it to Max. "Hold, please." Once you slipped off your bra you took it back from Max's now lax hand. 

He was transfixed by your bare tits. He wanted to shove his head between them, showered them with kisses, and bite your perfectly pebbled nipples. His desire only grew when you emptied some of the bottle onto them and spread the oil all over them. 

"I see you like your treat already. I want you to make yourself come, Max." You pressed your boobs together. Max didn't get your meaning. "I want you to fuck my tits, Max. Don't be shy. Just slip in between them."

Bracing himself by your head with one hand the other the other fed himself into the tight valley of your breasts. "Oh. Oh my…" 

Max hadn't never done this before but he couldn't imagine this being the last time if he could help it. Aside from the incredible feel of it, the sight of his cockhead popping out of the other side tantalisingly close to your mouth drove him wild. 

Before he realised he'd picked up the pace until his balls were slapping against your tits. "Yes, Max. Show me what you've got. I knew that confidence had a reason behind it. You know how to go after what you want. Do you want to come? Do you want to shoot your load all over me?"

"Yes. Fuck. Yes. I want to cover you in it so everyone can see the proof that I touched a goddess like you. That I was worthy to defile you." 

"Oh, you are, Sweet Boy. Come for me. Cover me in it." 

"Oh. Oh, god. Ay dies mío." He trialled off into a high pitched whine as painted your chest with his seed. It merged the oil to form little pearlescent beads. It was like a vulgar lava lamp as they ran from your chest. 

Half an hour later Max found himself in a jacuzzi tub being fed grapes. As you kissed him in between bites. A bottle of very expensive champagne was half drank in the ice bucket next to him.

"See I told you I'd take care of you." 

"You did. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time." He smiled rolling his head back.

"That's a shame. What's causing you so much stress?"

"Money." The champagne had loosened his tongue.

Climbing into his lap you hummed thoughtfully. "Max, do you like making me come?"

His head snapped up at the question. "Yes. Very much."

A smile bloomed on your face. "Would you do it now? Use your fingers on me?"

Max didn't even reply, his finger buried inside you and curved up to massage that sweet spot as his thumb brushed your clit. "Ugh. Oh, yes." It almost completely derailed your train of thought. "Mmmm. Such talented hands. Most men don't even know the g-spot exists let alone how to find it. Or the clitoris for that matter."

Max grew bashful. "For a while I was a celebrity. I was newly divorced and women threw themselves at me. I learned a lot."

"Thank you, ladies." You breathed. "Anyway…oh, there. There. Erm..what? Yes. You like making me come and you need money. What if I paid you..shit..uh…to make me come on a regular basis? Fuck you're good at that." His steady pace slowly drove you closer to coming apart on his thick fingers.

"I would enjoy that." He kissed along your shoulder. 

"I have some rules. One, you wouldn't be allowed to…to have sex with anyone else. Any ty…pe. No oral or anal." That did not seem a problem with Max, why would he want anyone else? "T…Two. Two. Oh, fuck. A little deeper. There. Two. I will take care of you as I see fit but this isn't a relationship. I don't…have time for that." That one did seem a little hard for Max as he worked you on his fingers and beautiful moans escaped your perfect, kissable lips.

"Three. So close, Max…don't stop. Four, sorry, three. You will have to get tested for any…STDs before we have…penetrative sex. Fuck. Stop a second. This is important." His hand stilled as you caught your breath. "Thank you. As I was saying, you have to be tested before and regularly just in case you can't keep to rule number one. I have some very particular tastes, and I would like for you to forgo condoms. I have a subdermal contraceptive implant. I can show you the paperwork. I got it in Finland. As well as the results of my own tests."

Max thought about how much he should tell you of his life outside this little deal. He decided not to tell you that he'd had a vasectomy after his divorce. It was too painful being separated from one child. He couldn't imagine going through that again. Max didn't want you thinking of him as a bad father. It was bad enough that he thought so.

"That all sounds acceptable." He agreed.

"Good. Now make me come and I'll cook you a bite to eat while you look over the contract. There's also an NDA in there."

Max didn't know what he found more arousing the clench of you on his fingers or your business acumen. He decided it was the former once you came clinging to him and chanting his name as he sealed the deal with a very intimate handshake.

Once he gave the contract a once over, he'd never signed something so fast in his life.

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[muldermuse]

Maxwell Lord is so fucking insanely into stockings

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[morallyinept]

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Vi’s Rec Friday | Week 3

Another week of excellent fic recs! Thank you all again for submitting your recs and for sharing your love of others' work with me, and the tumblr-sphere!

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Popping your Coke Cherry | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader | @hessofather

Oh Honey | Joel Miller x Reader (read the warnings) | @lincolndjarin 💜

Some Good Friend | Tim Rockford x Sex Worker!reader | @covetyou

Enjoy the Silence | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @strang3lov3

I'm swingin' blind and you're stunning me without any gloves | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader | @chronically-ghosted

Taungsday’s am I right? | Din Djarin x Reader x Tentacle Monster | By me! 🫠

Memories | Dieter Bravo x Reader | @bitchesuntitled

Seen | Javier Peña x F!Reader | @katareyoudrilling

Breakout | Boxing AU!Joel Miller x F!Reader | @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Frost on The Windows, Flowers on the Bed | Frankie Morales x F!Reader | @5oh5

Adrift with You | Frankie Morales x OFC!Jude | @morallyinept

Sing Fever to the form | Frankie Morales x F!Reader | @thelightsandtheroses-fics

The Pilot and His Girl | Frankie Morales x F!Reader | @avastrasposts

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[exquisiteserotonin]

La Petit Mort

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Secret Pedro Character x Original Female Character (OFC)

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A gloved gentleman misses his train and meets and enchanting stranger

Warnings: Sex with black leather gloves, PiV sex, dubious consent, BDSM, use of a crop, titty spanking, pussy spanking, spanking, oral (F! receiving), use of restraints, degradation, sex work, autoerotic asphyxiation, PLEASE READ: TWIST ENDING (Guess the character!)

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He stood stoically, half of his lithe body illuminated by the large, spherical wall sconce. The rest of his body melted into the shadows. The taut, black leather of his gloves creaked as his right hand stretched open and closed, open and closed. With the other hand, he tightened his grip around the handle of his deep, mahogany attaché case. He pursed his lips as he waited among the ever-growing trickle of commuters for the next train.

As the sound of it rushed closer, the trickle intensified to a steady flow. He maneuvered through the crowd, seeking openings that would bring him closer to the edge of the platform where the doors of the train would open. The rumble of the approaching train sent a gust of air that tousled his dark hair over his forehead and brushed through the whiskers of his mustache. More rush hour commuters dashed towards the platform, tightening the open spaces between bodies.

The train finally pulled in and the mad rush of people surged forward. As he tried to force his way through the crowd, a young woman careened into him, pushing both of them away from the platform and back into the crowd.

“Goodness gracious!” She huffed, the waves of her shiny, dark waves falling into her face, “I am so sorry, sir.”

Her warm body pressed against his, leaning forward at the perfect angle for him to catch a glimpse of her. The curve of her supple cleavage was irreverently held by the hint of black lace of her bra. With a gentle assuredness, he moved her off him. His eyes were blessed with a better view of her curves that were accentuated by her perfectly tailored navy blue blouse and her beige pencil skirt.

“It’s fine,” he paused, looking down to see her pushing her waves from her fresh yet elegant face. “Some people can be assholes,”

“I really hope you weren‘t in a hurry,” she said, her eyes softened with empathy as she shifted the weight of her feet to lean towards him again.

She placed a gentle and apologetic hand on his arm before retracting it in quick uncertainty. He smiled, finding a feeling that belied something different from her perfectly sweet face. A giggle arose from her as she scrunched her nose and brushed a few waves behind her ear.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she initiated, her brows soft and expectant, “but would you want to grab a coffee with me?”

Oh she was good, he thought as his eyes continued to peruse the expression she held on her face. She projected an unexpected air of naivete. This was how fools fell in love with her. He smirked at the thought, seeing beneath the facade that she needed more than a poor doting puppy of a man.

“Something tells me you don’t hear the word no very much,” he grinned and then gestured towards the Exit sign. “Lead the way.”

He followed her towards a nearby exit. She walked with a strut not lost on him as he admired the way her skirt hugged her curves almost like a second skin. The view of her derrière in front of him as they ascended the stairs was like his own private show.

They were met by bustling side walks filled with pedestrians, trees hanging over them to listen to their conversations. He moved to find a stride next to her. The way she glided across the pavement next to him parted crowds and turned heads, while making the path before her her own private runway.

“Do you live in the city?“ She asked, her voice tinted with genuine curiosity.

“Upper East Side,” he responded like he was simply stating what day of the week it was.

“A high roller!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening with playful delight. “Well this is my side of town and I just know you’ll love this place.”

She talked a lot, he noted as they found themselves in front an unassuming-on-the--outside coffee shoppe. Its name adorned the old fashioned black eves. Inside revealed an entirely different aesthetic, aside from the rustic stone wall, the counters and chairs were sleek, modern, and minimal. They waited as an ultra modern, but disaffected, young barista served them their overpriced coffee. His new companion never seemed to lose the soft smile on her glossy lips as she spoke to him.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice like velvet and silk caressing his ears, “what do you do?”

“I’m a financial analyst,” he responded plainly, between sips of coffee.

She pouted, resting her eyes for a brief moment on the fingers of his leather gloves before she leaned forward to meet his gaze, “Well that sounds incredibly boring.”

He laughed, bubbles foaming at his mustache as he took another sip of expensive coffee.

As he pulled his cup away, her eyes traveled from where she beheld his rich, brown eyes and then moved to admire his lips. She brought her soft fingertips forward to brush away the foam that dusted the whiskers of his mustache. With unspoken synchronicity, she licked her lips the same time he licked his own. Her touch to his mustache was nearly enough for him to press his lips to her fingertips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, squeezing her small hand making his massive hand seem that much larger. He held her to him when she dared to move her delicate fingers away from his lips.

“I live nearby,” she exhaled as she slipped her fingers between his.

Together, they left. With each step, they burned the pavement with the heat of their desire until they reached her building. The elderly doorman acknowledged the two of them with the tip of his hat. His eyes crinkled, adding wrinkles to their corners as gave him a knowing glance. It was a look that whispered that he was not the first man to have walked with her through the lavish and opulent foyer of her building.

Hands still intimately intertwined, they journeyed floor by floor on the elevator until it stopped with a sing-song chime of an old bell at the fourteenth floor. They dashed down the pretentiously wall-papered hallway until they reached her door.

As soon as they walked in, she led him to her bedroom and sat him at the edge of her bed. With one pull on the zipper at the back of her skirt, the slinky fabric pooled at her feet. The intensity of their locked gazes towards one another never stopped even as she slowly slipped off her silky blue shirt. He pressed his lips together beneath his mustache as he took in the beautiful shape of her body. He sat mesmerized by the way the lace of her brassiere cupped her supple breasts and the way her panties hugged her hips and clung to her pussy where she had grown wet with desire.

“Fuck,” he exhaled as he scanned up the length of her body, “you’re beautiful.”

He slowly rubbed a gloved hand to her thigh, massaging it, until he circled it back to grab a handful of her ass to pull her towards him. He kissed her navel as he gripped her waist with both hands. He slid them slowly upwards until he was squeezing and kneading her breasts against the pretty lace she wore.

The lids of his eyes hung low with dreamlike desire as he freed her nipples from the confines of her bra, licking, flicking, and circling them with his tongue. She threw her head back at the heat of his touch and circled her arms around his neck, coursing her fingers through his dark waves.

He pulled her tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he spun her around onto the bed. She pressed herself back into the mattress and waited for his every move.

She lay there like a piece of art ready and willing to be defiled.

He smirked and thought to himself, the anticipation is one of my favorite parts.

He reveled in how she stalked him with her eyes, from the way he carefully took off his tailored, tan coat to how he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt down to the middle of his chest to the way that he rolled up the sleeves with his glove adorned hands using the intense precision of a surgeon. One step forward elicited another twist and wiggle of her hips. A second step garnered another heaving breath. The muscles of his forearms strained as he returned to the edge of the bed, carrying his attaché case with him, setting it next to her. As though he were ready to diffuse a bomb, he opened it to reveal a set of wrist restraints, ankle restraints, a crop, a choker along with other sensual accouterments.

She arched an eyebrow and her eyes glimmered as she licked her lips before teasing him with a playful pout.

“You’re very forward with someone you’ve only just met,” she roused, shifting her hips back and forth on her soft sheets. “How can you be sure I’d be into all this?

The tease. Two can play at that game.

He tilted his head at her and inhaled a deep breath through puckered lips.

“Oh come on,” he dared, “certainly you’ve had clientele with more niche sexual eccentricities.”

A shadow fell over her face for the briefest of moments. It would have gone unnoticed by a casual observer, but both of them knew he was not that type of man. He allowed her to continue her game, amusement filling the lines on his lips.

“What…what are you talking about?” She uttered, her voice trembling, a hint of false indignation floating from her.

“Oh let’s not play coy,” he tutted with disappointment, “not when I’m more than ready and willing for you to take me on as a new client.”

She stiffened at the words, following the movement of his dark gloves as he sat cross legged over next to her. He observed as she pulled her feet closer to her as she leaned forward, still intrigued with his offering.

“And what if my—my books—are closed?” She inquired.

His laugh rose up to the tray ceiling of her apartment, then rested his hand under his chin. The black leather of his glove showed such a stark difference against his skin as she wondered what his hands looked like, what his hands felt like.

“And yet,” he sighed, caressing her ankle and up her calf, “you still made a concerted effort to bring me to your place.”

She leaned forward as she opened her legs a little wider for him, “Well then: my services, my rules.”

“Hm, but you provide the full girlfriend experience, correct?” he sighed as he continued to run his hands up her silky legs until they settled atop the soft, translucent fabric that covered her dewy center.

He lowered his knees to the floor, pulling her abruptly to the edge of the bed. Opening her legs wide, his mustache tickled her through the soft mesh-like fabric of her panties, licking a long, broad stripe along her outer lips.

The soft whine floated from her lips like a song composed just for him in that moment. So beautiful. He licked another stripe just to hear it again.

“Is that enough to seal this business arrangement?”

Through a squirm and wanton, breathy moan, she bucked her hips back towards his pouty lips, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he uttered, the heat of his breath fluttered against her center.

She paused and settled her eyes to his face, admiring the broadness of his body and the confidence in his posture.

“Yes, sir,” she conceited, adding a tinge of submission to her voice.

“Good girl,” he hummed as he took a pair of ankle and wrist restraints from the attaché case and wrapped them around her appendages. With additional diligence, he fastened them to the antique gold bed frame.

The warmest emanating from her body, lit every nerve ending in his body as each breath she let out became heavier and heavier. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, her body begging for him to use her.

“What’s our safe word?”

“What about---vanilla?” he offered.

“Mmm, that’s an amusing use of the word,” she purred, curling her lips up at their corners.

He wore a smug smile as he searched through his attaché case and returned with a pair of scissors and a mini crop which he set to the right of her thigh. She trembled as he brought the shiny scissors to the fabric that covered her mound. He waited a moment, feeling her breath quicken with panic. As an act of mercy, he pulled the fabric to the side to reveal her center where he took in another taste of her. She gasped and let out a loud exhale as he cut away the fabric with precise snips along the seams. He pushed them away leaving her pussy cool and bare for him.

Following a similar pattern of painstaking care and attention, he cut along where the straps of her brassiere met the lace cups that held her breasts. With a quick touch and gentle fold of the fabric, her tits were free. He began kneading them with his smooth leather clad hands. The hungry growl from his mouth reached her ears before he brought his lips to her breasts, taking her sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling it with tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” she gasped, arching her back towards his mouth in desperation.

He locked her response into his brain with a cock of his eyebrow. His large hands explored the length of her torso. And with a broad stroke of his tongue, he drew a long, slow path down her body. He stopped just before reaching her mound to grab the crop that lay next to her. He caressed it up the center of her body, circling each breast tormenting her with each slow, deliberate move. She arched her back towards him again, pulling on her restraints to reach him. He brought the crop back to his hand, sliding the handle with one supple leather glove, before slapping at her nipples with one quick snap of the handle.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out from the stinging pain which slowly eased into throbs of pleasure.

She drew in her breaths rapidly, wincing and writhing through every subsequent crack of the crop on her tits. He wriggled his jaw and felt his cock twitch each time she cried and moaned for him. He admired the red tint that painted her skin and stroked down the length of her body until he was teasing her pussy with gentle flicks and strokes of his crop. The muscles in his forearms tensed as he applied more pressure to each stroke. The air of her bedroom filled with a litany of her moans punctuated by sharp gasps and yelps that paired with each slap he made to her pussy.

“Vanilla!” she cried out after one particularly sharp crack of his crop. “Please, vanilla! I can’t!”

Tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes as she fought to regain her composure. A look of sympathy enveloped his face as he looked on how pitifully she lay for him, desperate for a softer touch. With roguish confidence, he slowly began to rid himself of the confines of his white dress shirt. A deep sigh of relief washed over her as she was left entranced by the vision of his bare chest and broad shoulders. Each muscle moved over the other as he carefully folded his shirt and placed it on top of his coat before he returned to her.

His gloved hands embraced the outside of her thighs as he drew his face closer to her center, admiring how it glistened for him. He breathed in her intoxicating scent before he buried his face in her pussy with slow, even, and meditative breaths. Through his touch in union and with her movements, he felt her breath match his. He let his heat soothe her where he had left his mark. And with one slow, broad stroke of his tongue against her sensitive center, she shuddered.

“Oh my god” she cried, her hips bucking up to his mouth as the metal of the bed rattled.

“Fuck, are you this responsive with your other clients?” he uttered, keeping his lips close to her pussy but not touching it.

She whined, wiggling in his hands, only making him push down harder on her thighs.

“It wasn’t a rhetorical question,” he stated, the heat of his breath warming her folds again. “How many of them make you feel this good?”

The way she continued to writhe and fight against the squeeze of his leathered covered grip revealed her desperate attempt to not to give him the satisfaction. To spark encouragement within her, he gifted her one longer, slower, and deeper stroke of his tongue. It evoked a moan that leapt from the depths of her throat that was determined to remain uncontained.

“None of them!” she admitted, her skin rosy with the glow of sex and embarrassment.

His skin warmed when he saw how the flush of her embarrassment spread from her face to the length of her body like a wave, brushing every inch of her in the prettiest shade of pink. His cock stretched the fabric of his trousers trying to reach for her. He expected a little more restraint from himself, but couldn’t resist pressing his tongue through her folds again to savor the taste of her. He pushed in deeper until his nose pressed against her mound licking up and down, sending her moans louder and louder towards the ceiling. He sucked on her folds that were wet with his saliva and her sex. He licked precise circles on her clit until he found himself interchanging his tight circles with a few zealous sucks of her sensitive knot. Close to her highest point of pleasure, she let out a high-pitched yelp when he suddenly let go.

“No!” she pleaded, pulling at her restraints. “Please don’t stop!”

The way she begged drew a deep, carnal laughter from his chest. Feeling generous, he satisfied the hunger of her tortured anticipation by sucking on her clit one more time insistent on driving her to a place of pleasure she’d never known before. The bed frame shook as she moaned deep from her throat, pulling helplessly at the bindings that held her.

“Oh god, I’m not—this isn’t like me!” She insisted, as the blush of her skin somehow became brighter as she used all her might to regain her composure. “What’s happening to me?”

He pushed himself up from the bed, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he did. The front of his pants were left wrinkled and stretched with his cock fighting to come out. The high thread count bed sheets were left crumpled where he had rested in reverence of her pussy.

“Such a sweet, sweet girl,” he teased as she shifted her hips on the sheets.

Like an animal stalking its prey, he walked the perimeter of the bed. Mercifully, he removed the restraints from the metal bed frame, carefully unlatching each one from her wrists and her ankles.

Immediately, she knocked her knees together and brought one hand to her chest while the other rested dramatically at her forehead. She caressed her nipples, slowly sliding them down to her wet center as she watched him like under some kind of enchantment.

He looked down upon her naked form, brimming with arrogance. The best way he knew to respond was to remove his belt in an agonizingly slow manner. He let its polished brown leather glide through the pliant, black leather of his gloved hands. The familiar sound of his slacks and boxer briefs falling to the floor filled the otherwise quiet room. He could practically hear her pant in indulgent anticipation as he slid a condom over his thick, pulsing cock.

He slinked over the sheets towards her, using the muscles of his bare muscular thighs to push her legs open for him. He watched as her eyes opened wide for him in trepidation and excitement as she felt the warmth of the leather gloves play at her folds. With each ministration of his fingers he applied more pressure, sending her brain and body into a quiet frenzy. The flexible warmth of his leather clad fingers along her outer folds were simultaneously firm and cushioned. He traversed the length of her body as he crawled on top of her, his length needy and throbbing. He looked at her with his large, brown eyes shone like a bright beacon holding her in.

“What’s with the glove fetish?”

Ah. There it was. She finally asked.

Their chests heaved in unison as she pushed her body up to meet his. Slowly, he ran his hands up to her arms pressing her arms above her on the bed.

“Heightens the anticipation,” he replied as he brought his hands back down to her chest. “Stay still, doll.”

She listened like an obedient pet as he slowly brought his hands just below her jaw. A brief glint of fear appeared in her eyes.

“Shh, sweet girl,” he said as he wrapped them tighter around her neck. “You can trust me.”

He squeezed tighter, his erection growing with each shade of red with her face turned. She gasped, gripping at his arms pleading and beginning to fight underneath him.

“V…Va…ni…va!” she whimpered.

I love it when they fight.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline and desire flow through him, he let go of her neck leaving her shaking with a few errant coughs. Taking his teeth to a finger of his left glove he set his hand free, not even giving her a moment to compose herself before his fingers pushed deep into her weeping center.

“Oh god, oh my god!” She wailed, shaking as he fucked her with his fingers coating them with her sex until she was panting and sobbing in ecstasy. “Fuuuuck!”

A wicked smile crept across his lips, curling up the left side of his face.

“I told you,” he said with a voice so deep, powerful, and persuasive that her entire body trembled from the sound and the force of her orgasm. “There’s nothing that feels quite like it.”

He drew circles over the outer lips of her pussy, gathering evidence of her sex on the fingertips of his remaining glove. An exquisite heat filled the path he drew with his fingers from her center to her mouth, tracing the border of her lips.

“Pull the glove off,” he demanded.

Eager to obey, she brought her hands to his wrist beginning to remove the black leather from his hands.

“Ah, tsk, no! No hands.” He scolded her in voice so disapproving she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Use your mouth.”

Flushed and yearning for him, she obeyed, using her teeth to pull each finger until she held the discarded leather in her mouth. He shook his head in disbelief, impressed by the show she was putting on for him. He leaned his body into hers licking up her neck until their mouths were locked in a sensual kiss.

“Turn over,” he moaned into her ear.

She did as she was told once again. Her chest and stretched out arms clung to the cool sheets as he traced his hands over the length of her torso and squeezed her ass. It was round and positioned so perfectly. With a loud, firm smack of his hand he spanked her, conjuring a luxurious moan from her pretty lips.

The throbbing anticipation was only satisfied when he lined the tip of his thick cock and pushed through her folds, letting out a guttural moan as he gripped her hips, feeling how tight and swollen she was for him. Her hips rocked with the force of his rhythmic thrusts in and out, in and out. The grip her pussy had on his thick cock became impossibly tighter as they continued in worship of each other's bodies.

“Oh, ahh god,” she cried into the sheets, her body shifting and quaking with each movement. “So—ah—so fucking—good.”

The color of her knuckles were white from how hard she clutched her sheets as he pumped his hips against hers like he was trying to break through an invisible barrier. The heat built over and over across her chest. Her pussy vibrated and shuddered so close to losing all control as his balls slapped against her body.

“Fucking tight!!” He gritted his teeth as his thrusts became more frantic. “Oh fuck, doll!”

The bed shook with her body as he pounded into her with the last of his strength. They cried out together filling the air of her perfectly pretty room with the dirtiest deeds, the dirtiest words, but with the purest form of pleasure. They collapsed onto the bed, leaving the mattress slightly askew: an immediate casualty of their act. Their bodies were a heap of sweat and rapid breaths as they tried to recover. He offered her another wicked smile before graciously kissing her with his soft, pillowy pout.

I will be merciful today.

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“AND CUT SCENE!”

Lights brightened and a few quiet feet shuffled around as the director stared at the back of the camera.

“You guys, that was incredible!!!” The director said with a hushed sense of amazement permeating his voice.

He waved towards a quiet woman with wide set brown eyes, and alarmingly straight hair. She stood like an awkward statue in the corner of the room holding a pile of blankets. The woman, an intimacy coordinator, shuffled her way towards the actors as they sat up, still recovering from their very unsimulated moment of on screen passion.

“You ok?” The mustached man asked his beautiful costar, touching her reassuringly on her elbow and up to her shoulder. “It wasn’t too much?”

“Hmm,” she smiled, gently rubbing his large hand with hers. “I think you know I’m more than OK, Dieter.”

Dieter grabbed a blanket that was on top of the pile being held by the dwarf-like intimacy coordinator, wrapping it securely around his scene partner. She looked up at him, green eyes shining. He held her gaze on her, his dimples prominent as he smiled. His eyes twinkled as he removed the condom and absent-mindedly discarded it in a trash can the intimacy coordinator overzealously presented to him.

“Maybe we can do this again without that,” she suggested as she stood close, her eyebrows raised and eyes shifting toward the direction of the discarded protection. “And without the cameras and extra eyes.”

A grin danced across his lips as he looked at her, holding his blanket close to him. He parted from her with a lingering embrace and with the magical feel like they were the only two in the room.

“Hi Mr. Bravo,” the intimacy coordinator approached them, “I’m just making sure that everything is ok…that you felt, um..safe and comfortable.”

Dieter wrinkled his brow incredulously and fought hard against revealing a snarl on his lips “Um fuck yeah! More than fine.”

He pressed his lips together, walking off quickly towards a bathroom that served as a makeshift dressing room. The intimacy coordinator was left staring back at him, her eyes glued to his form like lasers set to a target.

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Dieter stood at the train platform, rubbing his tired eyes after a long day on set as he waited for the next train. Too tired to be pretentious about fans who recognized him, he posed for photos contorting his face into goofy smiles. Too tired to push off a fan who hugged him a little too long. Too tired to notice the ominous specter of a girl with wide-set brown eyes and alarmingly straight hair as she stood watching him under the shadows cast by a lamplight wringing a pair of black leather gloves in her spindly hands.

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“Truth is, he’d been waiting for your mouth to form his name all day. He knew you’d be here, always were on the fourth regardless of what boy you were running around with or what was happening in college. This time you were here for good. Or for a while, until your daddy caught on to your problem.”

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You find yourself bent over Whiskey’s knee after a night out with friends. Yes, he was a gentleman… but he expected you to be a good girl, too.

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hi, this is a new writing blog for pedro pascal & his characters. I have many ideas of my own to post but I'm also accepting requests for scenarios, specific characters of his you'd like to see written or just anything really, even if it's just to talk so shoot me an ask :)<3

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[heyhilana]

need need need this. how do the boys sleep with you in bed? hands around you? chest?

ooh this has been music to my ears, or rather my eyes. this is going to be v fluffy so be prepared <333 Also doing literally all the boys because this is some good practice for me to see how I want to write the others I've never written for (:

Pedro: Going off of how he is in his interviews, I believe that he is a very touchy (yet respectful) lover. Perhaps physical touch is his love language so even when you are both sleeping, he wants to have you on him somehow. A hand on your thigh, wrapped around your waist, feeling you late at night to make sure you're still there. He would wake you up by lightly kissing you maybe, making you arise without too much of a struggle. I believe that he is a gentle lover first, and even when you are both in slumber, his gentleness always goes above and beyond.

Javier: Based off of his wonderful sex scenes, I believe that he is also a touchy lover. He wants to hold you close, I just believe that it is out of love and also guilt. Maybe he believes he doesn't deserve you and one day you may walk out on him so he holds you close whenever he gets to keep his thoughts at bay. He also worries about sicarios coming after who he loves so as to make sure that in the event that someone may come after you both when you are both asleep, he always shields you when spooning. He covers you with his body to ensure that he is your protector no matter what. There's also the simplicity in sleeping with you that he loves. He enjoys it when you are both facing each other, especially on a trip away because then he can relax. He can wake up to you still by his side, not a figment of his imagination. I also think that he loves the proximity in case his usual urges get the best of him and he needs you with ease.

Javi G: If there is one thing I think Javi G would do, is that he would let you sleep however you want on him. You could even sleep on top of him and he would view it as the perfect blanket that he's needed for so long. All in all, the man loves to have what's his, so I fully expect for him to even have his legs tangled with yours even if he's turned away from you because it's too hot. Or, when taking a nap he loves when you sleep on his chest. There may have been a few times when you heard his heart beating out of his chest over it and you didn't comment on it, but you knew that he loved you just as much as you loved him. I can also picture him coming back from a party where you're already fast asleep and he carefully gets into bed and slides in to hold you close, apologizing for making you wait for him.

Whiskey: A southern lover like Jack is not going to settle for not being on you. He loves to cuddle with you, laying on you whenever he gets the chance because his little lady is soft and he only wants you as his pillow. The best for you is when you're both in bed watching a movie and he is laying on your chest, of course telling you that he's not tired and five minutes into the movie he's lightly snoring. In turn, There have been times where you've laid on his tummy and perhaps tickled him because whether he would admit it or not to you, he was as ticklish as it gets. During rest, the best is for you to both face each other as you love to have pillow talk before you both close your eyes. Plus, it gives you a chance to ruin Jack's hair since he always has his hair hidden in his stetson hat. He acts like he hates it, but with you, he enjoys every bit of it because you always tell him that when you run your fingers through his hair it calms you.

Frankie: Frankie is touch starved. The man is a pilot, and while he loves the boys there's nothing like the touch of his lover to make him remember why he comes home from all his daring adventures. Every time he arrives at your home, he gets on the couch with you and you let him take his time to rest, no questions asked until he's ready to talk to you. Sometimes if there's something hard, like the death of Redfly he has cried in your arms and you've removed his infamous hat to pat his head, telling him that it's okay. But other times he's sweet, loving, and just wants to make up for the lost time. His favorite way to nap with you is with his right in between your thighs and you playing with his hair before you fall back into slumber. He's a thigh man so at any point where there's an excuse to be there, (and of course have you squeeze your thighs around his head,) he's a happy man. For regular sleeping, he's content with laying on his back holding your hand while you take up the whole bed because whether you admit it or not, the bed is 90% yours and 10% his.

Dave: Hmm, this is a little tricky since he doesn't strike as me a close lover. Considering his life, I would imagine that at first, he wouldn't want to touch you because this is supposed to be simple for him. Cuddling and other non-intimate forms of intimacy complicate things. But when he realizes that you're meant to be a permanent fixture in his life, he relaxes, and for the first time he opens his chest up to let you rest on him. Although he would never admit it to you, it was nice to have someone see him as him, not the killer that he was made to be for money.

Din: Din Din Din. My god, I know he can be one of two ways. Either initially, he's going to hold you so close that you can't breathe or he's too caught up to touch you because he feels bad for having a certain attachment. if he's afraid of attachment, cuddling is a no no. Not because he doesn't want to, but he wants to find a way to push you away for your safety. But soon you break down his walls, settling for just feet tangled together while you sleep on opposite sides before one night he turns over to pull you to him. It's subtle, but you feel your stomach do somersaults with how his hand feels around you. If Din is extremely touching going into it, you're not getting away from him. He's going to want to touch you no matter where you are in the razor crest, and tangled in the sheets will only increase that ten-fold. He finds you to be intoxicating, and mesmerizing. So to have you with him? He's happy. Considering that he doesn't take his helmet off as much it would be hard to find comfortable positions so you would settle for being blindfolded for the night so he could have his helmet off to cuddle with you. He would spoon you or on tough nights such as having to give Grogu to Luke you would spoon him, knowing that this was his most vulnerable state with you. After you two are married, he's constantly looking at you and you both have fallen asleep where you two have some form of intimate eye contact when you wake up. Many mornings spent where you wake up to his hand carding through your hair, his sweet nothings as he tells you that he's grateful to have you.

Dieter: Dieter, the man of the hour. Although he's too coked up sometimes, he loves you. Especially with his career not going the way he likes, he spends more time with you so he can forget about it. In some ways, he's learned that all he needs is you because you're the only real person in his life out of everyone that he comes across in Hollywood. So sleeping together means that he's content with enjoying spooning, even with you being the bigger spoon to keep him from taking another line. You have given him the chance to not be California sober, but sober for real. He finds that while he may miss the high he had for so long, you're a high he will never get enough of because you make him feel complete, even when he decides to hog up the bed because he sleeps like starfish when he comes home from shooting.

Oberyn: I don't think that he and Elaria wouldn't make you sleep in the middle. Based on how they are with each other, they wouldn't keep their hands off of you either so being smack in the middle is the perfect agreement for you three. Oberyn would be snug behind you and Elaria would face you, occasionally cupping your face if you went to sleep before her and you waking up to Oberyn traveling south of your body and Elaria staying up north or vice versa. On the rare occasion one didn't join to bed right away, you would all still stay in position or let one of the other new people join and take the other spot until they returned, sometimes having 5 to 6 people in bed over the usual sexcapades that happened. But nonetheless, even if it was a day of pure relaxation, they would still cuddle with you and tell you how lucky they are to have you join their relationship.

Ezra: With both his arms, he's handsy. With just one arm, it's just the same but he tends to get more creative with getting his legs tangled with yours. Sometimes you hate it because his feet are icicles but once they are warmed up, you want nothing more than to stay in that position. The better position for you two is with his arm draped around you since you no longer had to hear him complain about his arm falling asleep from you laying on it. Otherwise, you like to lay on top of him and hear his heartbeat as you want to remember that he is still with you. It lulls you to sleep and how he speaks to you, making you feel safe even with the near-death experiences you both shared.

Marcus: The O.G. lover boy, the man that deserves the world for how he nails all the love languages. Physical touch has to be his top though I'm sure. So after getting close to some and then having it end, he's more touchy with you, wanting the gentle reminder that you're not leaving since he has that on his mind more than he wants to admit to you. Often he's taken a nap on the couch with his head between your legs, a book still on his chest as he swore he was just resting his eyes and you only realize he's sleeping when light snores start coming out. But if there is one thing he loves when you have fallen asleep in his lap, content with everything as he has the love of life with him. Also, he takes it to say everything he wants to say to you but is too afraid to do so when he is awake. He tells you that he's in love with you, wants to marry you, start a family with you, and has even said he picked out the ring just so that he gets it off his chest without worrying about slipping up later. You didn't learn this until he talked about what he loved about you when he thought you were sleeping. But from then on, you never mentioned it, only falling in love with him further knowing he loved you more than ever.

Tovar: Tricky, considering the time frame he's from, but I believe that because of his lifestyle, it makes it hard for him to actually understand why you crave physical touch. Not so much the repulsion but confusion that gets him. At first he only slept with his arms out, mainly to pull out a knife if someone were to attack him, but you took the opportunity to get into his nook which made his heart beat out of his chest before realizing it was nice to have you there. And then, slowly but sure one night came where he wrapped that arm around you, which almost made you cry. The only time he came to you, in need of cuddles was after a funeral. You never saw him so vulnerable, and you held him until he fell asleep, not mentioning it to him the next morning but he silently thanked you by picking flowers for you and then getting thorns all in his hands. But from there, he was more attentive to your needs beyond the usual, even if it went beyond his comfort zone.

Max Phillips: The first night you hook up, he is sending you on your way because well, he doesn't do commitment with the life he has to run. Of course, you're sad, and part of you even regrets sleeping with him, although he was the best you ever had. But when he comes to your house one night after you left in a hurry, realizing just what he did to you apologizes, one thing leads to another, and by the end of the night, he causally drapes his arm around you as he's asleep. You don't mention it to him the following day, instead wrapping your arms around him when he's up making breakfast for you both (well, rather for you since he's a vampire.) You can feel him tense up but soon relax into your touch as he continues making breakfast. And thus, every time you tangled into bed as secret lovers and into something more, he found that all he could do was tangle his legs into yours and just put his arm around you. He would mainly hold you if you were at your breaking point, stepping out of his comfort zone to comfort you. But at night, there have been times when you wiggled your way into his arms and he would only lay there pretending he didn't like it before pulling you closer the minute you went to turn to the other side.

Maxwell Lord: Hey, this other Max is still a soft lover, and I'm running with that. There is no way with how adorable he is with his son that I'm going to not believe for a second that he's soft with you. Probably is kinda a dick towards you because he may sleep around with his numerous secretaries. Still, when he invites you to dinner after you're done being bent over in his office, you feel like something is different. He pulls out all the stops and cooks dinner at his place, although it ends up being takeout since he somehow can't boil water. But even when you end up making out like teens on his couch after eating Chinese food, there's a beautiful element between you two. He lays on you and you guys talk about your upbringings, he mentions his son and you mention your family, but most of all, he doesn't push you away. So for the rest of your relationship, that's how your nights go. Some days he'll tell you about his day, other days you won't hear about it until it's late and you're half asleep. And sometimes, when it's almost unbearable he'll just ask for a hug so that he can escape the world. And of course, Alistair will join the hug before leaving you two be at night. But most of all, you're able to mend his heart even when everything else is crashing down on him when you sleep, him resting his head on your chest and lulling him to sleep.

Joel (listen I am in love with Joel from playing TLOU before I even knew Pedro was playing him, and now that he is, I'm somehow alive yet permanently happy. ALSO SPOILERS FOR TLOU SORRY): Listen, after he lost Sarah, he was a wreck understandably. How can one open up after such a terrible loss? But that's when he comes to find you in the zones. You had recently lost your child, and you guys could lean on each other even with his gruffness. And maybe getting into a relationship while in the middle of an apocalypse where you could lose each other at any point in time is scary. But at night when it's just you two in the spare bed that was not covered in debris, you can at least pretend that life is normal. You share your thoughts on what it would be if the apocalypse hadn't happened, what your former lives were, and what you guys could grow together. Sure, it's mainly far-fetched since it seemed impossible for anything to go back to normal. Still, whenever a blood-curdling scream rings out or more loss happens, you at least have each other to spoon the other or fall asleep in the other's lap to make the most uncomfortable of situations more bearable. And of course, when Ellie comes along she makes fun of you both for being so in love and how you are curled up together all the time when sleep takes over. But deep down, it gives her some sense of peace seeing two people happy together.

I hope you enjoyed <3333

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[absurdthirst]

The Election {Max Lord x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: People being assholes, comments about physical appearance, politicians, public sex, protected sex, public scandal

Comments: Meeting Senator Max Lord in the diner where you work one night leads to a very unusual arrangement. Sex behind the building. Changing both of your lives in a very real way. 

A/N: Thot based off this filthy gif but is no way representative of the reader. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

You sigh, wiping down the table after the teenagers had effectively thrown every single fry on the floor and squirted ketchup all over the table. You had told them to stop but they just laughed at you before they left. They didn’t leave a tip. You toss the dirty rag into the bowl in the kitchen, leaning against the counter just beside the window that looks out into the diner. “You’ll never guess who just sat down in your section.” Sally says, appearing through the swinging door, and you frown, turning your head to look into your section. 

“Who’s that?” You frown. 

“Senator Maxwell Lord. He’s running for re-election.” Sally declares and you scoff, adjusting your apron. 

“I don’t follow politics.” 

Sally sighs, “you should. He really is dreamy. Single dad too. It’s hot. A powerful man.” 

You snort, “sounds like you should go serve him.” 

Sally shakes her head, “no. Hopefully he tips well. You need it more than me. Go.” She orders and you push on the door to make your way over to your section, approaching the Senator sitting at the table.

Max sighs and looks down at the menu, the selection here a lot better than the greasy spoons he has been visiting while he’s been on the campaign trail. Bypassing the burgers because he didn’t want to have anyone, mainly the man sitting opposite him, commenting about the cholesterol or how unhealthy he was eating. The California grilled chicken sandwich looks good but he damn sure is going to get the fries. “Now we have a campaign stop tomorrow morning and we need to make sure that you make an appearance at the children’s hospital. Kiss a few sick kids, make a donation that is in full view of the cameras.” 

Max rolls his eyes at his campaign manager, shaking his head at how callous he sounds, visiting sick kids for political visibility. “No.” He tells him. “I will donate privately and you can photograph me going into the hospital but if the parents don’t want their kids photos taken, that’s it.” He warns the overeager man. “No persuading them. Those kids are sick and shouldn’t be exploited for votes.” 

You walk over, brushing down your apron, and you pull your notepad out, grabbing the pen from behind your ear. “Good afternoon.” You tell the two men your name before asking what they want to drink. “Diet Coke.” Both men say and you nod, “no problem. I’ll be right back with those and then I’ll take your order.” The dark eyes of the senator focus on you and you find it a little hard to breathe with how handsome he is. Clearly well groomed with his expensive suit and watch that costs more than your car to appear in charge and ready to lead. A true politician.

Watching you walk away, Max ignores the assessing hum of the other man as he admires the curve of your ass. It’s been a long time since he’s really noticed a woman. First he was going through his divorce and then it was lack of availability. Anyone around him was off limits, he wasn’t going to be that kind of politician. No matter what, he didn’t want a sex scandal undermining the kind of change he was trying to bring about.

You bring the drinks back, setting them down and ignoring the appraising look from the man in the blue suit. The kind brown eyes are deceptive considering his career in politics. “What can I get you to eat?” You ask. 

“Are you on the menu?” The blue suit man winks and you offer him a tight smile. 

“No. I am not. Only food available in a diner. I can tell you the specials though.”

He’s already decided what he wants but he smiles at you, the charming one that he uses on the campaign trail set aside for one that is grateful and almost hesitant. “Please.” He just wants to hear you talk, enjoying the way your voice sounds. “Your specials. What you would eat here.”

You are a little taken back, “oh, okay. Um, the specials are a double cheeseburger with bacon and a fried egg served with fries. We also have a meatloaf with mashed potatoes and a red wine jus. I could go with the burger.” You tell the senator with a wink.

He gives you a slow smile, enjoying the butterflies that erupt in his stomach at your playful wink. “Then I’ll have the burger, no mayo please.” He asks, “but I wouldn’t mind extra ketchup.” He winks back at you just as playfully. 

You offer him a soft smile, sensing how charismatic he is, and you write down his order just as his companion says, “I’ll have the grilled chicken salad. Maxwell. You shouldn’t have the burger. You need to watch your weight. Maybe the waitress should too.” His blue eyes look at you, and your jaw drops. 

“Excuse me?” You balk. 

“Just sayin’ you might want to cut out the burgers and maybe get a boob job. Might get you out of this shithole diner.” He shrugs. 

You scoff, “I’ll put your order in and maybe I can find the number of a dick extension doctor. You seem like you need one.” You snort, spinning on your heel to head into the kitchen, absolutely fuming at the audacity of the man.

“Jackson.” Max shakes his head at his campaign manager and frowns. “What the hell are you doing?” He huffs. “That was completely uncalled for, you- you know what?” He leans back and stares at the man. “Go back to the bus and make sure my speech is ready for tomorrow. I’ll get your food to go and bring it back to you.” Jackson huffs and argues with him for a few minutes but Max is adamant and the other man shuffles out of the restaurant. 

You come back with the plates, still annoyed at the prick in the suit. “Where’s your friend? In the bathroom looking at himself in the mirror?” You ask, setting the senator’s burger down in front of him before you slam the chicken salad down on the table.

“He’s - he’s not my friend.” Max shuffles slightly and bites his lip. “I want to apologize for him, he’s my campaign manager and was completely out of line.” He apologizes. “What he said was wrong, you don’t need to lose weight, or a boob job.” He flushes when he realizes what he said and flusters. “I- I mean…You are perfect - perfectly fine just the way you are.” 

You fluster at his words, his dark eyes are kind and you know you’re going to look him up when your shift ends. “Uh, thank you. Ketchup is over there.” You point at the bottle, “and I can pack up the salad for your…campaign manager. I just - I hope you don’t have the same morals as him. Especially if you’re gonna be representing this state.” You tilt your head.

“Well, I’ve already been representing the state, but I hope to continue to do so.” He admits. “But no, I don’t have the same morals as he does. I want to be honest and transparent with what I can do for my constituents and what I hope to accomplish for our state.”

You bite your lip, “I- I don’t really follow politics. I didn’t - I didn’t know who you were until my coworker told me.” Your confession has you glancing around the diner. “I’m just saying you might want a new campaign manager. One who isn’t an asshole.”

Max chuckles and leans back in the booth, throwing his arm along the back as he appraises you, enjoying how you speak your mind. “You know any good ones?” He asks, actually delighted you didn’t know who he was or have ten thousand questions that he needed to carefully answer so he wasn’t misquoted. “I wish we could just skip all the b.s. and just run off our principles.” 

You chuckle, “unfortunately my Rolodex of campaign managers is empty. Surely the world would be a better place if politicians just told the truth? Although I doubt the population wants to hear it. I just don’t get involved in politics, I have too much of my own b.s going on to care.” You tell him honestly, “I’ll let you eat your meal.” You realize he hasn’t touched his burger.

“Again, I’m sorry he was an ass.” He tells you as he reaches for the bottle of ketchup. “The burger looks delicious and I’m sure you are busy enough without taking up more of your time.” He knows you have other tables, he actually enjoys that he isn’t special. Right now he is just a patron eating a burger. 

You nod, walking away from him and you can feel his eyes on you. “Sooo how is the senator? Think he’s gonna leave a big tip?” Sally asks, and you chuckle. 

“No. I- he’s…sweet. Not what I expected. His campaign manager is a dick but he’s nice. He seems like he actually wants to do some good.” You say as you lean against the counter and Sally raises her eyebrows. 

“A politician who seems nice? Alert the media.” She jokes.

It’s rare that he isn’t wolfing down his food or having a working dinner. So it’s honestly a treat to be able to take his time and eat. He can’t help but watch you though. His eyes find you around the diner as he watches you go about your tasks, refilling drinks and serving customers. You are graceful and quite frankly beautiful. It’s been a long time since he’s met a woman so pretty and he’s honestly finding it hard to look away from you. 

You eventually come back around to grab Max’s plate, taking it before you look down at him. “Looks like you enjoyed it.” You tease, glancing at the empty plate. He blushes a little and you think it’s cute. He’s cute. Sally said his wife had divorced him, too focused on her own career to go on the road with him.

“I did.” He nods and looks around. “I will have to bring Alistair here. My son.” He clarifies with a small smile as he thinks about the boy. “He loves a good cheeseburger and I spotted milkshakes on the menu.” He chuckles. “He would want a double chocolate.” 

You smile, “you’ll have to bring him by. Cheeseburger and chocolate shake.” You tap your head, “I’ll try and remember in case you come back. Here’s your check.” You tell him, setting it down. “There’s no rush. Your…campaign managers salad has been wrapped up. I’ll give it to you when you leave.”

The bill is reasonable, and he wants to make sure that he leaves a good tip, especially because you had to deal with Jackson’s bullshit. Max digs out his wallet and slides the bills under the check and stands. Catching your attention with a smile. “I’ll take that box for him, even if he deserves to starve.” He jokes and gives you a tiny wink.

You nod, grabbing the takeout box with the salad from the counter. “Hope he doesn’t choke on the lettuce.” You snort flippantly. 

Max offers you a wry smile, “knowing him he won’t eat it and will have a cigarette instead.” 

You roll your eyes, “of course. Well…good luck Senator Lord.” You offer him a smile and he nods, “thank you.” You watch him leave, biting your lip as you realize how broad he is, and you wonder if he will be back. Shaking your head, you make your way over to the table, grabbing the check and when you cash it out, your eyes widen when you see the fifty dollar tip. “Holy shit.” You curse, eying the money before you put it in your apron, torn on whether to accept it or not. You know he’s gone so you won’t be able to return it. Maybe you can donate it. You need the money but this is a lot. Deciding to figure it out later, you get back to work.

Max thinks about that burger all day, deciding that he’s going to order them back to the diner from yesterday, he walks over to the driver. “I want to go back to the restaurant from last night.” He tells him. “Just me and one of the security guards.”

You look up as the bell rings above the door, your eyes widening slightly when you see Senator Lord walk in with a buff looking man wearing a suit - his security you’re assuming. “Hey. Table for two?” You ask, grabbing a couple of menus.

Shaking his head, Max gives you a smile. “No, Gunther doesn’t like sitting with me.” He tells you. “He’ll sit at the bar and order nothing, just to make himself seem more intimidating.” He jokes, knowing the man will at least order a coffee. But he doesn’t eat while he is out with Max so he can be alert. “I had to come back for another burger.”

You chuckle, setting one menu down before you guide Max to a booth in your section. “Diet Coke?” You ask, and he nods, smiling at you. You love how he blushes a little when you take his menu, his fingers brushing yours. “So you left me way too much money last time.” You say as you set his drink down after submitting his order to the kitchen. You take the money out of your apron and set it down on the table.

Max frowns and looks down at the money before he shakes his head and pushes it back towards you. “I know how much I left. You deserve it.” He murmurs, nodding towards it. “You were a lot more graceful than you should have been to my campaign manager and I know you work hard - like everyone in the service industry.”

Your jaw drops slightly, taken back by his genuine response. You know that most politicians would pull the same act to try and win over another voter but the gesture seems genuine. You pick up the money and tuck it into your apron, tilting your head at him. “You don’t seem like most politicians. You seem…real. Is that genuine or are you just that good an actor?” You ask, deciding to call him out on it.

Laughing at your brazen question, he shakes his head. “Not an actor.” He promises, giving a small shrug. “I grew up poor, very poor. I just know how the little people struggle while everyone else overlooks them.” He explains. “My mother cleaned houses and would cry if her clients would even leave an extra five dollars to tip her. It meant she could eat lunch that week too.”

You are taken back by his answer, figuring he’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. You smile at him, “not what I expected but I’m glad to hear you are not one of those upper class assholes looking to make money while pretending to work for his constituency.” He chuckles and you smile again, “I’ll go get your burger when it’s ready.”

Max looks around then diner again, watching a family have their meal while they interact with their two kids. That’s what he wants to work for, a family. The average people who just want to live a good life and raise their kids in a safe world. His own son counted amongst them.

You come back over with his burger, grateful your shift is nearly over with how bad your feet are aching, and you set it down along with the bottle of ketchup, remembering what he said about wanting extra. You look at him for a moment before you fluster, a little lost in his dark gaze, before you walk off to get him another refill on his soda.

When you bring the soda back Max motions to the seat across from him. “Sit down?” He asks, slightly shy but wanting to have you sit with him for a bit. “The diner isn’t very busy and I’m enjoying our banter.” If you say no, he will respect that, but he hopes you don’t. 

You glance around the diner, seeing it’s quiet and your shift is nearly over, so you nod and take a seat. “So…must be lonely on your campaign bus, going from city to city.” You observe, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.

Max nods. “Living in hotels or on the bus for weeks at a time isn’t as glamorous as you would think.” He admits. “I miss the simplicity of just sleeping in the same bed every night.” He chuckles. “It actually makes me miss D.C. when we are in session.” He jokes.

You chuckle, “wow. Must be bad. Guess it’s worse when you don’t have someone traveling with you to share your bed at night.” You are a little forward but you think he’s cute and honestly? It’s been a while for you. Not since your asshole of an ex cheated on you.

“Don’t I know it.” Max groans before he stops himself. He clears his throat and blushes slightly and looks away. “I just- there aren’t a lot of opportunities to meet someone new and I refuse to be another senator to has a fucking sex scandal to take away from the real issues.” He explains, hoping you don’t mind the language that slips out.

You hum in agreement, taking note of his broad shoulders. “What if - what if you were guaranteed that no one would know?” You ask cautiously, waiting for his reaction while you lean forward, offering him a glimpse down your button down dress the owner wants you to wear.

Max’s eyes drift down to your cleavage and then back up to your face. “I’m a red blooded man.” His voice is raspy, thicker than it had been before. “I’m not opposed to sex, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of the women that work on my campaign or my staff.” He clarifies. “I meet a beautiful woman and sex happens…well, hopefully she enjoys herself.”

“And if I say that my shift ends in ten minutes which seems to be enough time for you to eat and perhaps, you could come find me outside after you’ve paid your check?” You ask casually, tilting your head at him. He’s hot, the raspy tone in his voice has your thighs pressed together, and you can’t deny the thrill of fucking him without anyone knowing except the two of you is exhilarating.

Max blows out a breath, cock twitching and he watches your eyes to make sure your offer is genuine. “I would say that I will see you outside in 9 and a half minutes.” He promises, looking down at his food with a grin. “Maybe even nine minutes.”

You grin, “see you in nine minutes Senator.” You wink and stand up, swaying your hips as you walk away from his table without looking back. The next nine minutes drags by and you watch the seconds tick down as he scoffs his burger, eagerly slapping down some cash when he pays. You giggle, walking over to him to grab the bill. “Meet me outside in the alley.” You whisper, leaning closer as you pick up the cash. “Change?” You ask breathlessly. He shakes his head, barely able to breathe, and you smirk as you carry the check over to close it out before you clock out.

Max walks over to his guard and murmurs in his ear. All of the team that surrounds him have NDAs so he doesn’t have to worry about the man talking. The worst he could say was the the senator had sex with a woman in an alley. All consensual, but in public. Still, he needs to be aware of where Max is going. He nods, telling Max that he will be in the car. Swallowing, Max exits the diner and walks around the back, already starting to harden at the mere prospect of touching you.

You shove your apron in your locker and grab your purse, shouting a goodbye to your coworkers before you make your way outside to the alley where Maxwell is waiting. It’s dark outside now, the moon in the sky and it gives an intimate atmosphere to your rendezvous despite being by the dumpsters.

Max looks up from where he was staring at the condom in his hands, watching you walk up to him. “Lucky I had one of these.” He jokes, holding it up and biting his lip as you walk closer. “Fuck, you look pretty.” He groans. “Thought so from the very beginning.”

You stride towards him, loving how sweet he is and the fact that he has a condom in his wallet is endearing. He probably had to check it wasn't expired.  You grip the back of his neck, dragging him towards you. "You're too fucking cute. Want you to fuck me, use me for your frustrations." You order before pressing your lips to his.

Max groans, quickly kissing you back and reaching up to cup the back of your neck to press into you. It’s been years since he’s had sex, as shameful as that is. His ex was the last woman he was with, concentrating on his career and Alistair when he has him. However, his body definitely remembers what to do, quickly pressing you against the wall of the diner and kissing down your throat, his hands sliding under your dress.

You gasp when he nips on the skin between your neck and your shoulder. “Fuck, Max.” You moan, snaking your hand between you to cup his hard cock through his expensive slacks. You whimper when his hands squeeze your ass, pulling you against him. “Want- want your fingers.” You confess, grinding against him.

His fingers dip under the band of your panties, practical cotton, but to him they are sexy. Parting your curls, his thick digits slide through your folds and he moans when he finds your clit and starts rubbing as he kisses down your chest and his teeth graze the top of your cleavage. “God.” He breathes out. “So fucking pretty.” 

Moaning, you grind down onto his fingers, and you unbuckle his fancy belt, flicking the button his pants before you can reach in to grip his cock. “Fuck. You’re so thick.” You moan, pulling him out of his pants. His fingers work your clit and you are breathless at how good it feels already.

Groaning at your hand on his cock, he throbs for you. “Shit.” He hisses. Quickly twisting his wrist so he can sink two fingers into your thankfully wet cunt, he licks the top of your bra, wetting the white material and your skin underneath it.

“Oh God. Max, that- that feels good. Gonna make me cum.” You whine, grinding down onto his fingers and your grip on his cock slackens. It’s been so long since you had something other than your own fingers. “Fuck. Oh shit.” You hiss, trying to keep quiet as you clamp down on his thick digits.

He smothers his own whine against your skin, keeping his fingers pumping and moving in your gasping cunt. “That’s it. That’s it.” He croons quietly. Marveling at how tight you were squeezing them and soaking them with your pleasures. Your top finally opens and he bites down on your nipple over the material of your bra and sucks harshly with a groan as he works you through it.

You squeeze his cock, ready for you and you are now ready for him. “Come on baby. Want you inside of me.” You beg, gently pushing him back before you reach into his jacket pocket for the condom. Ripping it open before you roll it down his length.

Max groans and pushes you back against the wall. He reaches down and grips your leg and lifts it up over his hip. “You want me inside you, baby?” He asks, grasping his cock and starting to guide himself towards your cunt as you move your panties to the side.

You keep your panties to the side, gasping when he pushes into you. “Oh. Oh. Oh fuck.” You hiss, tilting your head back as he fills you up, stretching your walls. “Max. Max, baby. Fuck me.” You plead, gripping his neck.

Shuddering at the feel of your nails digging into the back of his neck. Making him hiss and drag his hips back to snap them forward again, burying his cock back in your heat. “Fuck.” Growling, he leans and presses his lips to yours while starting to thrust in and out of your cunt.

You cling to him, pressed against the wall as he thrusts into you with a hiss. “So good Max. Feel so damn good. I- I want - I want more.” You murmur against his lips. Rocking up onto your tip toes so he can thrust deeper into you with a moan. “God yes. Yes. Right there.” You groan when he hits deep to find a delicious spot inside of you.

One hand holding your legs, the other braced on the wall, Max tries to keep hitting that spot with every jolt of his hips. Moaning and grunting at how you tighten around him. He’s not done anything like this in forever and it feels like fucking Heaven. “Jesus, fuck.” He pants, leaning his forehead against yours while you take his cock again and again.

You reach up to cup his cheeks, bringing his mouth back to yours as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna- Max. Maxxxx.” You squeal against his mouth, clamping down on his cock as you cum.

Max pants out your name, nearly whining it as he continues to rock into you, working you through your high. The loud sounds of your fucking practically echoes around the small area you are tucked into. “Shit.” His hips stutter and he can’t only give another four or five thrusts before he is burying himself deep and filling the condom with his seed with a moan of your name.

You caress his neck, loving the way his jaw clenches as he rocks his way through his high before he stills inside of you. "God, that was good." You sigh, kissing his nose, unable to help yourself when you've imagined it far too many times.

“Yes it was.” Max’s breathing starts to slow down as he enjoys the last moments of closeness before he carefully grips the base of the condom and pulls out of you. Putting your leg down and taking it off to tie a knot in it before throwing it in the dumpster. “Going to sleep like a baby tonight.”

You chuckle, "I bet you are. I'm happy to serve the state." You wink at him and reach out to pull him close one last time, pressing your lips to his. "So...uh, I guess you gotta get back?" You murmur, shifting from one foot to the other. It's a little awkward now the lust has been satiated.

Max nods, hating it, but he does have to strategize and call Alistair in the morning before school. “Do you need a ride home?” He asks, wanting to spend a few more minutes with you if he could.

You shake your head, "no. I can get the bus. I'll be fine." You tell him, picking your purse up from the floor and you turn to look at him. 

"You aren't taking the bus." He insists and you shake your head. 

"I- I don't have a car. I can't afford a car." You tell him, biting your lip.

“Then let me take you home.” Max implores. “Please.” He wants to make sure you get home safely and he knows that the public transportation can take forever to get you where you need to go. “Get you home quickly and into a bath with a glass of wine before you would normally be home.” He adds, trying to sweeten the offer.

You stare at him for a moment, unsure if you should accept the ride home and make more of this than it really is: a hook up. You smile and nod, “that sounds wonderful. Yes, I’d like a ride home.” You lean closer to kiss his cheek.

“Good.” Max smiles and puts his hand on your back as the two of you walk down the alley. If Gunther is surprised to see you with Max, he doesn’t show it. Opening the door, Max motions for you to climb into the back seat of the SUV before he climbs in beside you. “I’m glad you let us take you home, it’s getting late.”

You glance out the window before you look back at Maxwell. “I’m used to taking the bus. I- my car broke down and I couldn’t afford to fix it so I had to change to taking the bus. If I end up doing a night shift, I usually just walk home because the bus isn’t running.” You confess, knowing it’s not safe but you don’t have any other options. You tell the driver where to go.

“Jesus.” Max shakes his head, knowing that if he hadn’t insisted on taking you home that you would be walking home. “I- my schedule is tight but I can send the man who works on my cars over to look at it?” He offers, wanting to help however he could. “Otherwise, I would look at it myself.” You give him a startled look and he chuckles. “I worked my way through college working in a mechanics shop.”

You tilt your head, “you did? Wow. You are way more than you appear, Maxwell Lord.” You reach over to take his hand in yours. “Thank you. I- I would really appreciate you doing that. I- I need my car back. Pepper spray only goes so far.” You chuckle awkwardly and squeeze his hand.

Max squeezes your hand back, proud of being able to help you. It’s a good feeling almost as good as the first time he had signed a bill that became law. “We’ll make sure you don’t have to worry about that from now on.” He promises. “He’s a miracle worker with cars.”

You kiss the back of his hand after lifting it to your mouth. “You’re a good man. You’ve got my vote.” You joke, offering him a wink before you give the driver another direction to turn onto your street. Thankfully you didn’t live too far away from the diner.

Max honestly wishes you lived farther away so he could spend more time with you. Instead he feels the car pull to a stop, turning to see the older apartment building. He could tell that it wasn’t newer but hopefully the owners kept up with maintenance. “Well, I take it you are home. I hope you have a good night.” He offers softly.

“You too. I’ll see you around Senator Lord.” You offer him one last wink before his driver opens the door to let you out and you make your way into your builder. 

Gunther meets Max’s eyes in the rear view mirror after the car is rolling down the street. “You know Jackson is gonna kill you for this.” Gunther warns his boss.

Max gives a small shrug, a smile playing on his lips. “Let him try.” He murmurs. “She is exactly what I needed tonight and Jackson needs to remember he works for me, not the other way around.” He looks back towards your building behind him and huffs. “Might be my new favorite place to eat.”

“The diner or the lady?” Gunter jokes, making Max blush and look out the window. He knows he will be back, it’s just a question of when. 

****

It’s been three weeks since you saw Max and you can’t help but think he got what he wanted and now he’s never coming back. You ignore the questions from your coworkers, all of them guessing he kissed you, none of them daring to assume he fucked you in the alleyway.

You don’t divulge the dirty details, wanting to keep your secret romp with Max just that to preserve his integrity and yours. However, with each day that passes, you can’t help but want to talk to someone about it to get some advice. You don’t have the man’s phone number and even if you did, he’s on the road so much you’d probably go straight to the answer machine.

Max sighs, tired after three weeks on the road. He has been to several diners that reminded him of yours, but his spirits lift when he sees the sign for the little greasy spoon he has come to dream about. More specifically the alleyway behind it and the sexy yet sweet waitress. 

Smiling when the bell rings out when he opens the door, the woman closest to him turns to greet him. “Can I sit in her section?” He asks, nodding to where you are bringing out plates to a table of what looked like truckers. “Please.”

You turn your head to see Max walking towards you and you can't stop the silly smile that appears on your face. You might've been scouring the tv guide and local news for any interviews with him and you had thought about him every time your hand was between your thighs. "Here you go fellas." You tell the truckers, setting their meals down before you walk over to the table Max sat down at. "Hey stranger." You smile, "Diet Coke and a burger?" You guess.

Max’s grin is answering your own, but there is a devilish twinkle in his eyes. He nods, leaning in. “It will have to do for now, since what I want isn’t exactly on the menu.” He murmurs where no one else can hear him. He has been thinking about you probably every day, definitely every time he had his hand wrapped around his cock. “So I guess I will have to stick with the food.” He winks at you playfully. “How have you been?”

Your stomach twists in anticipation about what he really wants and you bite your lip. "Not too bad. Busy with work as always. Been thinking about this senator...he does this amazing thing with his hips." You whisper with a smirk, writing down his order. "I'll be right back with your soda." You wink, walking away and swaying your hips until you feel his gaze burning into you.

Gunther is at the bar again, sitting there as Max admires your figure. He had immediately told the guard that he wanted to come to the diner over the objections of his campaign manager, but he had just ignored that. He was free from any meet and greets, town hall meetings or campaign trail stops for the next week and he had wanted to see you before he did anything else. Hoping that you weren’t too upset that he hasn’t been in. He had forgotten to give you a number to reach him at. When you bring the Diet Coke back he notices that you don’t seem as tired. “So I heard that my guy was able to get your car back on the road for you.”

You hover near his table, nodding and offering him a smile. "Yes. Yes. He was great. It's so nice to have my car back. I wanted to reach out to you to thank you but I didn't have a number for you." You confess, shifting from one foot to the other and you look into those dark eyes that have haunted you. "Thank you. Really, you - you have no idea how much easier my life is now I don't have to take the bus or walk."

“I should have given you my number.” He’s happy you don’t have to worry about getting home from work now. He had not been thrilled about you walking home alone at night, and it was something he had told his guy when he sent him over there. Get your car on the road no matter what it costs. You didn’t have to worry about the bill, he would have paid it, but luckily it was just a spark plug. Although he had gone through the car to check more than that and did a tune up on it for you. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a card. “Personal number’s on the back.”

You carefully take the card from him, admiring the gold, and you bite your lip. “I’ve never had the personal number of a senator before.” You tease, tucking the card into your apron. The truckers call you over, asking for more coffee, and you glance back at Max before you go to grab the pot. After satisfying the truckers, you grab Max’s burger and set it down in front of him. “How’s your son?” You ask, wanting to extend your time together.

He grins, thinking about his son. Despite the divorce and his ambitions, he wanted to be a good father to Alistair. He chuckles. “I’m going to go pick him up tonight. Have him spend the night and take him to school tomorrow.” The campaign trail was hard because he spent a lot of time away from him, not wanting to drag him away from his routine, despite what Jackson wanted. His son wasn’t going to be a pawn to get votes. “Pizza and the newest movie he wants to watch is on the menu.”

You grin, “membership card to Blockbuster, huh?” You snort, imagining Max in his pristine suit picking out a movie with his son. “I like that you put your son first. Not many fathers would do what you do and still try to be present for their child. I, uh, I like you. A lot.” You confess, biting your lip as you look towards the table of truckers who are leaving after paying their checks.

“I like you too.” Max answers easily. “A lot.” He sees the money on the table and jerks his chin over to it. “Go pocket your tip.” He urges you. “I’ll be here when you get done. Until you have a break even.” He tells you, voice slipping a bit lower and rougher. He wanted to see you mostly, but now that he’s seen you, he wants to touch you again. 

You shiver at the roughness in his tone, nodding before you make your way over to the now empty table, pocketing your tip before you clean up the plates. Once you’ve finished wiping down the table it’s time for your break and you see Max has finished eating. “Come on baby. Meet me in the alleyway.” You whisper as you walk past, waiting for him to follow you.

Max gets up, making like he is going to go down the hallway and use the bathroom. Gunther sees him of course, smirking to himself and the senator as he walks by. But Max doesn’t pay him any attention, eager to meet you in the alleyway despite it being broad daylight.

You giggle when Max slams the door open and grabs you, pressing you up against the wall, his lips immediately finding yours. You moan into his mouth, gripping the lapels of his expensive jacket, his tongue sliding into your mouth when you gasp. The door to the alleyway swings open and you push Max away when his security guard appears. Maxwell turns his head to look as Gunther lights a cigarette. “Just want to make sure no one watches. Carry on. I am gonna have a smoke.” He says, turning his back.

He waits for you to protest, to tell you that there is no way that you can have sex with him while his security is here. When he doesn’t hear a sound of protest, Max chuckles and leans in to kiss you again. “Thought about you for three weeks.” He groans, biting down your throat again. He has a condom in his pocket again and he presses his hard cock against your hip. “Tell me I can fuck you? Tell me that you’ve been thinking about it.” He begs quietly.

You whine, “yes. Yes, please. You’re all I’ve thought about. I’m wet just thinking about how you felt inside of me.” You confess, reaching down to grab his hand. You slide it under your dress to your panties, showing him how wet you already are.

Max groans, pushing the fabric aside so he can slide his fingers through your slick folds. “Fuck.” He pushes a finger inside you. “You want me to fuck you right here again?” He asks. “Make sure you come back to work feeling good from cumming?”

“Yes. Yes. Want- want you to fuck me. You- you felt so good last time.” You pant, pushing his hand out of your panties so you can push them down, turning around after pulling your dress up. You look over your shoulder at him, “please Max. Fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Max hisses and pulls the condom out of his pocket to put between his teeth, tearing at his belt. His cock is already aching to be buried inside you. A quick glance at Gunther’s back ensures the man is watching for the two of you as he rips open the foil wrapper and quickly rolls the rubber down his length.

You gasp when the head of his cock nudges your clit before he notches the head at your entrance, pushing into you in one thrust. “Fuck. Oh fuck Max. Feels so good. Already. Feels so fucking good.” You moan, trying to grind back onto him as your forearms are scratched by the brick wall.

Gripping your hip, Max moans his agreement. “Fuck.” He hisses, pulling back to surge into you again. “Jerked off thinking about this, about you.” He confesses, grinding deep and loving the way that you clench around him. Your panting moans make him want to cum right now but he wants to make sure you cum before he does.

“Never felt like this before. Always - always faked it but with you - it’s real. You make me feel so good. Fuck my pussy so good.” You lean forward to rest your forehead against the cool brick, spreading your legs a little wider so he can fuck into you. “Yes baby. Yes. Harder. Need more.” You beg and reach back to grip onto his hand on your hip.

Pride rises in his chest, making him give you his cock exactly how you want it. Hard and deep thrusts into your cunt, pushing you into the wall make him start panting. “Y-you feel f-fucking incredible.” He gasps out. “So so tight, h-hot.”

Your cheek scratches against the brick but you don’t care, too obsessed with the way he is grinding into you, fucking you into next week. The sound of his hips hitting your ass echoes in the alleyway but Gunther just continues smoking his cigarette as he keeps watch.

“Fuck.” He hisses, one hand sliding under the bunched up fabric of your dress to reach around you to start rubbing your clit. The audaciousness of it, a senator fucking his waitress in broad daylight in an alley, but he fucking loves it. Loves the way that you are so eager for it, the way that you want him. “Cum for me.” He groans into your ear, nibbling on the shell.

You let out a strangled groan when his fingers rub your clit, making you cry out in pleasure when you clamp down on his cock. He actually makes you cum - something your other lovers couldn’t claim. “Yes yes yes. Max. Oh shit!” You shriek, legs shaking as you soak him.

He pants raggedly in your ear, the hold your body has on him makes his teeth grit. Moaning with you as he rocks into you. Now that he has made you cum, he can cum himself. “Good.” He rasps out. “S-so fucking good.”

When he cums, he bites down on your neck and you love it. Reaching behind you to tangle your fingers in his styled hair, messing it up delights you. "Cum for me Max. Cum." You plead, squeezing his cock.

Max whimpers, letting go of the thin control he has and with one more thrust he bites down on your neck, aware that your co-workers might see the imprint of his teeth and not caring. Grunting and grinding into you as he pushes his release into the condom until he finally stops moving and kisses the spot on your neck while he tries to catch his breath.

You sag against the wall, closing your eyes as the pleasure continues to wash over you. “So damn good. Every time.” You sigh, shifting so his cock slides out of you and you turn to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his.  “How about a milkshake to go?” You ask, “for Alistair?”

“That would be perfect.” Max kisses you again. “Thank you.” He murmurs softly, smiling at you before he starts to tuck himself away.

You dispose of the condom and adjust your dress, stepping away from him before you turn towards the back door of the diner. Gunther is still standing with his back to you until Max tells him to turn around. You head back inside, unaware of his teeth marks in your neck until your coworker mentions it. “Just making out with the Senator.” You joke, working on making Alistair’s chocolate milkshake.

Max walks over to pick up the bill and walks over to hand you some money when you turn back and have the milkshake ready. He’s paying you far more than necessary but he wants you to make sure you have a good day today. “Thank you.”

You offer him a wink and a smile, “you’re welcome Senator Lord.” You take the money, eyes widening slightly at how much extra cash he’s given you. Sally eyes the money, glancing between you and Max before he nods and walks out with the milkshake. “Seems like you have an admirer.” Sally comments and you shrug, “he’s just being nice.”

****

It’s  been nearly two weeks, and Max is practically obsessed with seeing you. He has been to see you every day you work and the two of you always end up behind the diner, wrapped up in each other. The only time he hasn’t had sex with you was the night that he brought Alistair for dinner, promising the boy he would take him to where he got the delicious milkshake from. He had loved how you had interacted with him; making him even more sure that you were someone he wanted in his life. Walking through the door, he nods to the other waitress and moves over to your section to sit down. 

Sally calls out your name, “Senator Lord is here.” She tells you and you can’t help but look in the mirror in the hallway, checking your hair and you stride into the diner, smiling when you see Max sitting in his section. “Hey stranger.” You coo, sliding in to sit opposite him. “Burger?” You ask and he nods. “How’s Alistair?” You inquire, scribbling down his order.

“He’s good. He aced his math test.” Max crows, a proud papa of his son. “My son is bright, already learned the next section of the class, the teacher thinks he needs to be put in an advanced class.” He looks you over with a soft smile, imagining you helping him with homework. “How are you? Anything new going on with your neighbor?”

You shake your head, “no. No. He’s still got the television blaring at all hours of the day despite me telling him to turn it the fuck down. I’m sick of hearing the buzzing noise when the channel goes off air.” You roll your eyes as you reach out to brush your leg against his. “I, uh, I applied to go back to school. Finish up my classes…finally.” You fluster, biting your lip. You’ve saved the money Max gave you, deciding to put it towards something that will get you out of the diner.

“That’s great!” Max grins, proud of you for deciding to do something for you. From the time he has spent with you, learning about you, he’s come to find that it’s rare for you to do something that benefits just you. “Let me know if I can help in any way, you let me know.” He offers, meaning every word of it.

You want to reach for his hand but you can’t. You’ve never really discussed what you are or what it is that you’re doing. All you know is he comes to have a burger and then he fucks you. Probably an amazing deal for most men. You can’t help but want more. A proper date to dress up and eat with him instead of rushing off to get another person’s meal. “Thank you.” You tell him, meaning every word. It’s unusual for you to ever have support like this…not since your mom died. “So…I’ll go put your order in.” You tell him, not noticing the giggles coming from the women on the next table over from Max, the morning newspaper on the table.

Max frowns when the giggling and whispering continues, but he doesn’t pay much attention. Too busy watching you as you check on your customers. You are so sweet and kind to people, even when they are rude. He plans to try to come up with the nerve to ask you out. It’s laughable, he’s able to fuck you, but he can’t ask you out.

You grab the sodas for the table of women after putting in Max’s order, and that’s when you see it. A photo of you and Max in the alleyway. Clearly having sex, your mouth open as he pressed you against the wall with Gunter standing in the background. You squeak, grabbing the paper, and the women look up at you. “Who knew we had the Senator’s whore serving us?” One of them says and you stare at the photos.

Max hears the comment, immediately jumping out of his booth to confront them. He doesn’t understand why they would say that but he quickly understands when he sees the paper in your hands. Striding over to see the picture that has you frozen in horror, he closes his eyes and hisses a curse. “Shit.” He opens his eyes and glares at the women. “Calling a woman a whore isn’t very feminist of you.” He scolds, gently taking your shoulder. “Come on, we need to talk.”

You nod, heart pounding in your chest, and you are worried about what he is going to say, wondering if he is going to  blame you or throw you under the bus. "Max. I-" You choke when you are in the alleyway once more. The paper seems to be burning in your hands from where you still hold it. "I'm - I'm so sorry."

Max shakes his head, hating how mortified you seem. “I am sorry.” He murmurs, taking the paper from you and sighing as he cups your cheek. “This is my fault. I should have known this could happen.” He’s ashamed of how he had never even gotten a hotel room for the two of you or taken you out to dinner. “I’ll protect you from the media as best I can.” He promises.

You shake your head, "no Max. You can't. It will destroy your career. You need to blame this on me. Tell the media I offered myself up. Tell them I - I came onto you and you, being a man, couldn't resist. You'll be the hero. I- I will be branded a slut but they will forget about me. I'll be forgotten after the next scandal comes out. You need to win this re-election for you and for Alistair. Blame it on me." You plead, cupping his cheeks.

“No.” Max is adamant about that. There is no way that he is going to blame this on you. “I should have-“ he breaks off and shakes his head. “I should have done things right. Taken you out on a date or at least gotten a fucking hotel for this.” He gives you a sorrowful work. “I didn’t even have sex with you in bed.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “no. No. It was - fuck. It was perfect. It was clumsy and messy and just - it was us. No expectations or drama. I liked it. I loved it because…fuck Max. I - I think I’m in love with you.” You finish with a whisper, stomach twisting with nerves.

Max stares at you for a moment, amazed that you aren’t screaming at him for getting splashed across the front page of the paper. Instead you are confessing your feelings for him. “I had planned to ask you out today.” He confesses. “Want to take you out. Have someone wait on you for a change. Would you still want to maybe do that with me?”

You bite your lip, “do you want - you want to be seen with me after that?” You ask, gesturing to the newspaper. “It’s not gonna be easy Max. Are you sure you don’t want to just…blame it on me and say it’s all me? It would be a hell of a lot easier for you.” You sigh, crossing your arms.

Max shakes his head. “I wouldn’t do that. I- Jackson might be pissed but I’m just going to admit that I should not have been in a public setting, but that it was an intimate interlude with the woman I love.” He tells you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You inhale sharply at his confession, a silly smile on your lips as you look at him. “Then let’s go to dinner.” You surge forward to press your lips to his, hearing the photographers approaching when they are shouting your way and suddenly you’re engulfed by cameras. “Max?” You choke, clinging to him.

“Shit.” Max wraps his arm around you and curls you towards him, holding up his hand towards the throng of reporters. 

“Senator Lord! You’ve been adamant that you run a clean house, what do you have to say about this scandal? Sex in public.” 

Max shakes his head. “No comment.” More questions are hurled towards the two of you as he shuffles the two of you towards Gunther, who is pushing his way through the cameras and bodies. “No comment at this time.”

You press yourself against Max as Gunther guides you to Max's car through the throng of vultures and you exhale shakily when you are inside the back of his town car. "I- shit." You choke, trying to ignore the way they are banging on the windows as the driver pulls away. "Shit. My purse is in my locker. I haven't finished my shift." You tell Max despite your hands shaking.

“I think your boss will understand.” Max murmurs, hugging you to him and rubbing your arms to calm you down. You are trembling and he hates it. “We will go back to my house. I’m sure Jackson is there, ready to berate me, but I don’t care.” He promises. “I’ll call your boss when we get there, make sure they understand.”

You nod, leaning into him to breathe in his expensive cologne. You close your eyes until you are arriving at Maxwell's house. Somewhere you have never been before. It's big and fancy - not that you expected anything less- and it's overwhelming when you walk inside to see the marble floors and gilded gold. It's a far cry from your shabby little apartment. "Your home is beautiful." You whisper, lost in the extravagant decor.

“Thank you.” Max keeps you close, his hold on you tightening slightly. This wasn’t the way he wanted to bring you over, but there was no changing what happened now. 

“Max!” He frowns and turns his head towards the study door where Jackson is rushing out, his campaign manager obviously aware of what the papers posted by the look on his face.

Jackson looks at you and you prepare for the onslaught of thinly veiled insults. "You - you are fucking fantastic." He tells you, "you are - our poll numbers are through the roof. You wouldn't believe - they love that Max is with a working class woman. They love that he seems...normal. You are a fucking saving grace." Jackson says, holding his hands up towards you.

Max huffs, completely thrown off by this. He had been expecting Jackson to hit the roof, not look at you like the golden goose. “Right.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes and leaning into you. “Of course you are happy with polling numbers.” He clears his throat. “I want the paper to issue an apology for publishing her name though.” He tells Jackson. “They were wrong to do that.”

“I agree, but there’s no such thing as bad news Maxwell. It’s fucking - we will ask for an apology but then you gotta take her out on a proper date, show them you can be a gentleman and it will be a proper Cinderella story. We will make sure that she is all dolled up - designer of course - to show the public she’s more than a quick fuck. She is more than a quick fuck, right?” Jackson asks Max.

He purses his lips, not liking the term ‘Cinderella story’ because he never viewed you like that. “Yes, she’s more than a quick fuck.” He assures his manager. “But I don’t want to doll her up in designer anything unless she wants it.” He turns to you to explain. “I don’t want you to think you aren’t good enough exactly as you are.”

You shake your head, “no. I, uh, I don’t want to be seen as a gold digger. I’ve never asked Max for any money. I’ve always worked hard for what I have and that’s not going to change. I want to go back to school. Get my degree and be on my own two feet.”

Jackson groans with pleasure and shakes his head. “I told you- I told you she was perfect when we met her!” He crows over your answer and completely ignores the fact that he has said quite the opposite. “Just make sure you say it just like that when you sit down with the reporter we are going to get to do a story on you and Max.” He grins. “This is going to be good!” His eyes widened in happiness. “I need to start making calls! Max is going to get re-elected thanks to you!”

****

“Please welcome Senator Lord and his beautiful new wife.” You squeeze Max’s hand, unable to believe you are at his election party. You had gotten married just before the election, unable to wait since you were impatient to be his wife. You’ve gone back to school, working on finishing your degree and you are an excellent stepmother to Alistair, growing close to him after you and his father were official. 

You have been the talk of the election cycle, giving interviews and photoshoots with Max. It’s been exhausting but after leaving the diner, you are able to focus on what works best for you and Max. You enter the room, loving the cheers of his supporters, and he guides you to the dance floor. 

“Can I have this dance?” He asks softly. 

“Always.” You answer, letting him pull you close. 

“Max. I have something to tell you.” You murmur after he sways you to the music. 

“What hermosa?” He asks. 

“I’m pregnant.” You whisper, a smile on your face.

Max gulps, his face breaking out in a wide smile and he lunges forward to press his lips to yours, much to the delight of his followers and the people who had worked tirelessly to get him elected. 

“I love you.” He promises against your lips. “I love you so much, Mrs. Lord.” 

He can’t help but be absolutely amazed. Stopping in a diner for dinner one night has led to this moment. He’s remarried to a woman that loves him and adores his son. He’s been re-elected to serve his constituents and try to make the world a better place for everyone, including the new baby you are going to gift him with. Life couldn’t be better.

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[palioom]

day fourteen - orgasm denial

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader

word count: 623

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; orgasm denial, teasing, cum play, dom/sub

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

Oh, what a joy it was to see Maxwell beg and plead. Throwing his head back against the headboard, his fingers tightly curled into the sheets below him, trying so hard to be good.

All while she was laying in between his spread legs, propped up on her elbows with the biggest smile on her face, her finger teasingly running up and down the length of his rock hard cock. Watching it bob and twitch, hearing his pretty moans.

It was day four of no orgasms but a lot of teasing for him. A punishment of some sort, after she had found him in his office with his huge hand wrapped around his cock. Trying to get himself off but stopping in an instant once he saw her.

“You’re naughty, Maxwell.” She had said, lifting herself onto his desk and spreading her legs. “Hands off yourself and mouth onto me.”

Eating her out in the hopes of getting to cum after.

But only having to endure more teasing in the following days. Her ass against his crotch, her hands in his pants. One day she even took him in her mouth, just to leave him hanging right before the end.

She was planning on finally giving him some release today, after such a long wait. He didn’t have to know about it, though.

“You know why I’m doing this, aren’t you, Maxy?” She asked, looking up at him as her finger ghosted over his balls. So sensitive and ready to burst, but staying strong. 

He nodded, swallowing heavily as he looked at her.

“Cause I’ve been bad, love.” The words caught on his breath, his cock aching and just needing relief. Never would he have thought her to actually keep him in denial for so long, getting him right there before pulling back.

She grinned, nodding. “Exactly.”

A whimper left him when her tongue teased the head of his cock, the tiniest bit of contact. Just that was enough to make him cum at this point but he willed himself not to.

“You’ve been bad, but these past couple of days you’ve proven just how good you were, baby.”

She kissed along his cock, one of her hands playing with his balls, knowing he would try to hold back until he got the command to cum. Teasing along the thick vein at the underside, taking the head into his mouth briefly.

And he could only watch, trying to stay good because Maxwell knew he couldn’t take another round of this. Hoping she would finally give it to him today, his hands itching to tangle into her hair, his hips wanting to fuck up into her wonderful mouth.

The ache horrible and the temptation to give in so overwhelming.

She enjoyed it, the high pitched moans and the way he writhed. But he deserved release.

“You’ve been so good, Maxy baby.” Her eyes found his and he swallowed hard. “Cum for me, you deserve it.”

It was as though a flood had been unleashed, his groan sounding painful while his cock bobbed and white ropes of cum painted his stomach. His head thrown back against the headboard, he screwed his eyes shut and surprisingly, she let him. 

The euphoric buzz was unlike anything he had felt before, so damn intense and her hands which rubbed over his thighs only made it better.

“So good, Max.” She cooed, resting her cheek on one thigh, watching the mess he made of himself. Swiping a finger through it, massaging it into his skin. “I could do this again.”

His eyes opened in shock, finding her grinning before she broke out into a laugh.

He never should have tried to get off by himself in the first place.

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[daddy-dins-girl]

Kindred - Chapter Six

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pairing: Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny)

Word Count: 4.4k

Chapter summary: You and Maxwell have some decisions to make regarding your future, both in your personal and professional relationships together.

Chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI. Sub!Maxwell. goodboy!Maxwell. Light dom/sub. Unprotected p in v sex. Creampie. Oral sex (m and f receiving). Orgasm delay/denial. Praise kink. Idiots in love. As per the last 5 chapters, this is porn with plot.

Notes: sorry this took so long, lol. I'm trying to wrap up this story.. prob 1 or maybe 2 more chapters to go.

You slowly blink into consciousness, the lingering scent of sex and Maxwell invading your senses and a happy little smile pulls at your lips. You stretch your limbs out and immediately feel the repercussions of last night; a delicious soreness between your legs that you haven’t felt in longer than you care to admit. Max had definitely surprised you with his stamina. You assume the weeks of built-up anticipation and teasing and wanting definitely played a part in the marathon status that your love-making had taken on last night. Max was insatiable to the point where even after you’d gone to sleep it wasn’t long before he’d woken you up again, ready and eager for you.

“Baby?” You had whispered groggily into your pillow. You could feel Max behind you, his desire for you pressed up against your ass while his mouth trailed kisses along the side of your throat and his hands were seemingly everywhere, smoothing over the warm skin of your shoulders, sides, breasts and stomach leaving trails of goosebumps on your skin in their wake.

A desperate whine leaves his lip as he nuzzles into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulder “Angel, please”

“Mmm, what do you need baby” you ask, a little breathless as he plants a kiss there before he begins to suck and a moan escapes your lips, your arm coming up behind you so you can wrap it around his head and hold him close.

In fairness you had told him earlier that you wouldn’t mind being woken up by his neediness for you so despite your exhaustion, you were feeling generous. Not to mention you could already feel the wetness seeping from your core so you’re not sure how long he’s been at it, but Max already has you worked up enough to want to go another round. Sleep be damned.

“Need you, Sweetheart” he answers, gently turning you by your shoulder so you’re facing him and then his mouth crashes into yours, tongue invading you instantly and swallowing down your little gasp of surprise. “Can I make you cum, please?” he mumbles between kisses and warmth travels through your body down to your lower belly at an alarming rate at how ravenous Max is for you.

“Hmmm, since you’ve been such a good boy,” you begin teasingly, pushing him down on his back and swinging a leg over him so you’re sitting on his stomach, caging him in on all sides. “I’ll let you choose” you continue, a playful glint in your eye and Max swallows the hard lump in his throat but otherwise stays silent, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you want me to cum in your pretty mouth?” You ask seductively, running your fingertips along his bottom lip before pushing two inside and he moans as he sucks them into the warm heat of his mouth.

“Or, on your fingers” you continue, removing your hand from his mouth to grab his and suck his own digits between your lips before swirling your tongue around them.

“Oh fuck” Max whimpers weakly.

“Or…” you trail off and then push your hips back until your sex brushes against Max’s hard length and he groans. “I could cum on this big hard cock” you tease, gently pushing back and forth so his erection rubs through your slick folds.

“Oh my God” Max groans, hands flying to your hips to help you rock against his aching need for you.

“Baby, that feels so good” you whimper when he angles you in such a way that the tip of his cock collides into your clit with every push of your hips. You lean down over his body, keeping up your slow rocking but place your mouth on his right nipple, swirling the tip of your tongue around it and his body jerks slightly.

“Oh, is my baby sensitive there?” You giggle and he hums and nods his head affirmatively. Given that little tidbit of information you waste no time, landing your mouth on the perked little bud and then pulling it gently between your teeth before releasing it and soothing over it with a broad lick of the flat of your tongue.

“Oh, Angel, don’t” Max pleads, his thrusts below you getting a little sloppy already and you immediately sit back up and push further back so you’re sitting on the top of his thighs and off of his throbbing cock and he immediately whines at the loss.

“Oh fuck!” Max gasps when your hand comes down to wrap around the base of his shaft and squeeze gently. He jolts up slightly onto his elbows so he can see what you’re doing.

“Don’t you dare cum yet Maxwell” you warn him and his eyes close and his head drops back down to the pillows.

“I’m sorry Angel. Fuck. Fuck, I won’t, I won’t, please” he pleads and he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but you love it, having him at your mercy.

“I know baby” you coo, running a hand softly along his cheek. “I’m going to make sure you don’t” you threaten and his eyes nearly roll back into his head at how delighted that actually makes him.

“Fuck, let me be good for you Angel, please” he begs, hands coming down to rest on your hips again before he gently drags you forward to where he wants to feel you. Needs to feel you.

Once in position you lift your hips slightly and grab hold of his member, holding him still and allowing you to sink down on top of his length and you pause for a long moment once you’re bottomed out and sitting on top of him.

“Oh my God” Max’s eyes close again and his head sinks back into the pillows. He’s biting his lip, willing himself not to move because you haven’t told him to yet and his grip on your hips gets a little tighter, his fingertips sinking into your skin hard enough to leave marks.

“Good boy” you praise and reward him by grinding down into him, giving yourself some much needed friction.

“Fuck…” he whimpers so quietly you barely register it.

“You make me feel so good baby” you breathe out in little gasps as you continue to rock your pelvis into his, your hands resting firmly on his chest. The friction, though likely not enough for him, is enough to nearly send you reeling. Your eyes close and your back arches; the muscles tight and strained as you take what you want from him until you're breathless.

“Baby I’m so close” you whine and he takes the queue for what it is and starts pumping his own hips into you, guiding your hips with strong hands to rock into his shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, right there” you cry out and Max doubles his efforts. His hands force your hips down on top of his to hold you still while he pistons into you over and over setting a hard and fast new pace and it’s not long before his name leaves your lips in a strangled cry and you collapse on top of his chest.

“Angel,” Max whimpers, into your hair, his hands back to rocking your hips into his, just slow and gentle now as you float back down to earth. If you had any brain cells left after that you’d be beyond impressed at his restraint to not simply flip you over and have his way with you to get back as good as he gave.

“Baby, oh my god” you let out a heavy sigh as you nuzzle your face further into Max’s throat. One of his hands leaves your hips to come up and rub your lower back instead in small smoothing circles and you let out a little hum of appreciation at his attentiveness.

“Good boy baby” you praise, peppering little kisses to his neck and jaw. “Making me feel so good.”

He’s still hard as a rock inside of you, you can feel the dull throb of his cock pulsing against your fluttering walls that were nearly strangling him a moment ago. Deciding he’s earned it, you push yourself up slightly so you’re face to face and close the last of the distance between you with a press of your mouth to his. Your tongue is hot and insistent as it probes along his and he’s freely moaning into you, eager for your taste. You kiss him until you’re both breathless and panting and forced to pull apart and your mouth moves down his jaw instead and then works its way up the side of his face.

“Take me Maxie” you whisper, breath hot against his ear. “Need you to cum for me baby”

Max doesn’t need to be told twice. He nods his head and thrusts into you from below, hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out when he hits perfectly deep inside you. His hands go back to your hips and you sit upright as he brings his legs up behind you so his knees are bent and feet planted on the mattress and he’s able to fuck up into you with hard, deep strokes.

“Feels so good Angel, fuck” Max curses, forehead already beginning to dampen with sweat from his efforts as his hips continue to slam into you.

“You want me to ride this cock baby?” you mewl, timing the lift and drop of your hips which each of his thrusts and his eyes slam shut as he tries to retain his focus.

“Look at me Maxwell” you demand, gripping his chin in your hand and his eyes fly open in an instant, his gaze locked with yours. “I wanna watch you fall apart”

“Yes Angel” he whimpers. “God you’re so beautiful”

He’s completely wrecked beneath you as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock. The veins in his neck are on prominent display as he huffs short little breaths through gritted teeth in an effort to keep his energy up.

“God Max you’re gonna make me cum again” you groan, mouth hanging open and eyes half lidded as they bore into his.

“Please Angel, please cum for me darling” he begs, voice trembling and you know he’s on the verge of losing it but now he’s waiting for you again.

You don’t make him suffer much longer, bringing a hand to your mouth and sucking your fingers into it before you bring them down to where you’re joined and start rubbing small tight circles around the bundle of nerves that demands your attention.

“Oh God, that’s it” Max praises, undoubtedly feeling your walls begin to squeeze down on him again as you work your clit expertly with your fingers as the rush of arousal threatens to flood you once more.

“Oh my God, Baby, I’m cumming ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk” you cry as your release hits you so hard and fast you can feel it gushing out of you and Max is hot on your heels, chasing his own release in time with yours, slamming his hips hard against yours repeatedly a few more times until you feel him filling you up and finally your bodies slow until they’re completely spent and you collapse back on top of him again.

“Sweetheart,” Max heaves a ragged breath before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Fuck you’re so good to me” he sighs, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Mmm, go to sleep now baby” you hum into his throat, gently maneuvering yourself so he slips out of you and you curl into his side, your body half on top his. You wait until his breathing evens out and you’re sure he’s asleep before you lightly push away from him to get up and use the bathroom and clean yourself up before you slip back into the warm bed again.

*****

Now with the sun high in the sky and threatening to bleed through the slats of the window coverings you snuggle a little closer to Max, pressing a kiss into his shoulder as your fingertips dance along his chest and he finally begins to rouse, eyes slowly blinking open and a smile crossing his lips when his gaze lands on you still at his side.

“Good morning Angel” he sighs happily. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm, better now that you’re awake” you giggle, nuzzling your face into his. You pepper little kisses to his cheek, the corner of his mouth and down his jaw before you finally settle into the little juncture where his neck meets his shoulder and breathe in his scent, your arm coming up to lay across his naked chest.

His hand comes down on top of yours, letting your fingers intertwine as he heaves a content little sigh.

“I should get up, make us some coffee” he murmurs and you hum into his throat, nodding your head.

“Coffee… s’nice” you mumble and he laughs.

“Afterwards I’d like to take you to lunch,” he continues. “A business lunch” he clarifies. “I’d like to discuss our professional arrangement, going forward, and what that looks like now with me having Alistair full time, at least for now”

“Oh, a business lunch” you begin teasingly, pulling your hand out of his so you can smooth it down his chest, getting dangerously close to his waistline. “Why Mr. Lord, I’d be happy to discuss our professional relationship” you tease, your hand finally dipping low enough so you can wrap around his semi-hard member and he sucks in a breath.

“Angel, fuck” he hisses through his teeth, head falling back into his pillow.

“There is one job I’m very interested in taking on” you flirt, your hand lazily stroking him as you begin to plant kisses to his throat, his chest, and continue trailing downward, your body slithering down the bed.

“Oh god,” Max sighs, lifting his head up to watch your descent down his body until your face is at his groin. You look up at him through your lashes and hold his gaze as your tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, a giggle escaping your lips as his eyes nearly roll back into his head and he falls back into his pillow again. Your mouth moves to his inner thigh, giving him a little nip and his leg jerks before you soothe over it with your tongue and then suck the flesh into your mouth, dangerously close to where he most wants your mouth.

Deciding not to tease him any longer you wrap your lips around him and take him into your throat, feeling him pulse and swell as your tongue swirls around his tip and your mouth swallows him down. Both his hands come to rest at the back of your head, not controlling your movements but just holding you and a wicked grin crosses your lips as a thought strikes you. You reach up with your free hand to one of his at the back of your head and force him to grip onto your hair and begin pushing down against his hand so it forces your head up and down on his cock. He simultaneously groans and whimpers at that and you moan around him, encouraging him. You let go of his hand and hum appreciatively against him when he doesn’t let up the action, forcing himself down your throat with the force of his hand on your head as he bobs you up and down.

“Christ Angel, just like that Sweetheart, fuck” he whines and you can feel that he’s already getting close. You begin to move your hand wrapped around his base to match the pace of your mouth, stroking any part of him that your mouth can’t reach while your tongue and lips assault him and within minutes he’s panting and whimpering above you. His hips begin to rock upward the nearer he gets to his release and you hum a ‘mmm hmm’ of encouragement as you continue to swallow him down, your pace picking up as you sense how close he is.

“Oh, Sweetheart, now, now, now” he warns you, his hand leaving the back of your head but you don’t let up, just double your efforts and take him farther and deeper down your throat and giving him no choice but to spill into your mouth, his hips trembling as you lick and swallow everything he has to give you.

“Oh fuck” he groans, hand coming back to play in your hair as you continue to slowly lick and suck him clean. “Holy shit Angel” he breathes heavily, chest heaving up and down.

You smile around his spent cock and finally release him, placing a little kiss to his tip before you crawl up his body and snuggle back into his side.

“I’ll go make the coffee” you breathe into his ear. “You just take your time, meet me downstairs when you’re ready” you smile before placing a kiss right below his ear.

He whines in protest when your body peels away from his and you slide off the bed, but he’s too spent to do much about it other than half-heartedly reach an arm out in your direction before it flops back onto the mattress. You can’t help but let out a little giggle over how wrecked you made him so quickly but you know you two can’t stay in bed forever, it’s Sunday and Alistair will be home today and there’s a lot to figure out between now and then. You pick up his discarded dress shirt from last night from the floor and slide into it, doing up a few of the middle buttons but foregoing any further clothing items. You can shower and get dressed for the day after you get some caffeine into your system, you decide. You pad out of the bedroom and head down the stairs to get the coffee and the rest of your day with Maxwell started.

What’s left of the morning flies by in a blur. Once he’s had his coffee and gets his energy back up Max had you up on the kitchen counter with his head between your legs for a good twenty minutes, ravaging you until you were left satisfied (twice, thank you very much). And now it’s you that needs to shower while Max takes a few minutes to ensure all the surfaces of the kitchen are cleaned down again after he admittedly got a little carried away with you.

The drive to the nearby restaurant he’s taking you to lunch is spent with his hand wrapped around yours and resting on your thigh while his free hand steers the car. He steals glances at you occasionally and each time you reward him with a shy smile but then playfully admonish him about not watching the road and he regretfully tears his gaze away to focus on driving.

The moment you arrive at the restaurant however he’s all business again. Dropping your hand and not even putting his hand at the small of your back or around your waist as he usually does when he leads you inside and it’s sweet how hard he’s trying to separate your working relationship from your personal one, like he doesn’t want anything that’s going on between the two of you to affect your decisions regarding your employment with him. He wants you to make whatever decisions are best for you, not for what’s most beneficial to him because you happen to be sleeping together. He’s even dressed for a business meeting and you would have maybe laughed at him for it if he didn’t look so damn incredible in his smart dark gray suit complete with a crisp white shirt and deep red tie.

“So, let me start out by saying that obviously, I’d like you to come on full-time to help with Alistair, for however long his mother is away” Max begins once your orders have been placed with the waitress. “But I understand you have your other work and clients of your own and if this isn’t going to work for you then… I don’t know, I’ll figure it out, that will be my problem, not yours. I don’t want to put any pressure on you” he assures you and you slowly nod your head.

“Well I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” you begin, shoulders settling as you hold his hopeful gaze. “I think it’s manageable. There’s a lot I can get done while Alistair is at school during the day and I can space out my salon clients over the whole month rather than cramming them into two weeks like I usually do. I really think I can do this, and I want to do this. For you, for Alistair.”

“Oh you have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that” Max smiles warmly, a content sigh leaving his lips. “Are you certain though? You want this for you, not just for me?”

“Max, I’m sure” you assure him, stopping yourself just as you’re about to reach across the table and grab his hand. This whole ‘professional lunch’ thing sounded like a novel idea when he told you about it a few hours ago but now you’re beginning to feel the repercussions. It’s like a switch goes off in your brain when you’re alone with Max without Alistair around, a need to be touching him, to be close to him.

“Good” Max nods his head once. “Then we’ll need to discuss your salary,” he begins, his expression growing more serious. You know of course this will be the biggest hurdle for him and you’ve already put a great deal of thought into it. He can barely afford to pay you part time so you’re not sure how he thinks he’s going to be able to swing paying you a full-time salary, especially since you’re only working more because his ex-wife is away, not because he’s suddenly so successful that he needs you full-time. But you know Max and you know he’ll work himself to the bone and do whatever needs to be done to ensure that his son is well cared for which means paying you what he believes you’re due.

“Max just - hear me out” you cut him off before he has a chance to offer his proposal. His mouth closes and he looks at you expectantly, eventually gesturing with his hand for you to go ahead and continue.

“I’ve thought about this a lot and done my own calculations and looked into a few things and… well, if I were to stay full-time and live full-time with you and Alistair then I can sublet my apartment. I have a girlfriend at work at the salon who’s been crashing with her parents since a split with her ex and she’s been dying to get out of there and I’ve already brought up the idea to her and she said she’d be happy to take over the place until I need it back. So I’m going to be saving my monthly rent plus all the utilities, but having an extra person in the house full-time is an expense that you will be taking on so I think my salary should remain the same. I don’t need any more than what you already pay me if I don’t have to pay my rent anymore. Between that salary and the money I’m making on the side I have more than enough for what I need. I’ve actually looked up a few places to compare in case you tried to argue with me and what you’re paying me is actually a little above average for full-time live-in nannies, because I am essentially living for free.”

“Wow, you have thought a lot about this” Max exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re a terrible salesperson though, I would have figured out a way to give you more money, you could’ve bled me dry if you wanted. I’m the desperate one after all” he jokes and you let out a genuine laugh.

“Well just call me a fool” you tease back. “You’ll have to teach me a thing or two about negotiating I guess”

“You’re sure that’s an average wage?” He asks to clarify, wanting to be sure and wanting to make sure he does right by you and not taking advantage.

“I can show you the ads if you want, I have them circled in the newspaper at home” you simply shrug and that seems to satisfy him, giving you a quick nod of his head.

“And what about… us? Does it… complicate things?” He asks, insecurity lacing his tone.

“Why Mr. Lord, I thought this was a business lunch?” You tease in an attempt to calm his nerves and it seems to do the trick, he lets out a little laugh and shakes his head.

“Yes I’m breaking my own rules it seems but I just… need to make sure. I don’t want anything to come between us. You mean so much to me, darling,” he admits, hands reaching across the table to take one of yours in both of his.

“Max,” you gush, your free hand coming to rest on top of his and give a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “You mean a lot to me too and I promise I won’t let our professional relationship come between us. I’m not giving you or Alistair up, so you’re just going to have to get used to keeping me around” you smirk and the elated smile he gives you warms your heart.

“Good, good” he breathes in a sigh of relief. “I’m not giving you up either”

“It’s settled then” you beam at him just as the waitress arrives back at the table to set your lunch down.

By the time you get home you know you don’t have a ton of time at your disposal before Alistair’s mother brings him home, but you’re damned determined to make the most of what precious hours you do have with Maxwell all to yourself. The moment you’re back inside the house you’re tugging him by his tie, leading him up the stairs and he obediently follows, hot on your heels (not that he has much choice in the matter, with you all but dragging him behind you with the silkened material wrapped around your fist).

Something tells you you’re not going to mind one bit living full-time with Max.

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Sex worker!Max Lord x f!reader

Warnings: smut. Sex work. Hand jobs. Face sitting.🔞 not proof read. I just blurted it on to a page so I can go to sleep. Max need some love.

Summary: Post Dream Stone incident Max needs some quick cash. He decides to give a new career a go when he lays eyes on you.

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Making Ends Meet

The heavy rings on his hands worn to give some illusion that he had the same social status he used to, clinked against the bar as Max drummed his fingers. The motion worked out some of his nerves.

He should just go and sell one of the rings. He wouldn't get much but it would be enough to stave off what he was here to do. Agreeing to it seemed like a good idea at the time. He was desperate and needed the cash. He needed a steady home to earn his visitation rights. Once again he thanked his lucky stars that the Dream Stone eventually made everyone forget what happened. Even to him it was like waking up after a dream. The details got hazier and hazier. The downside was it also made people forget him. The minor celebrity he'd built for himself was gone. Here he was reduced to selling himself. No, not himself, his company he reminded himself. Sex wasn't guaranteed. Not if he didn't want it. They'd been very clear about that. On the other hand he would be rewarded handsomely if he did go through with it. It wouldn't be the first time he met a woman at a bar and ended up in bed with her. Thinking back it had actually been a long time since he'd had those needs attended to.

"Max?" A voice called from his left side. Turning away from the bar he was dumbstruck by the sight before him. You were beautiful. He wasn't sure what he was actually expecting but you had not been it.

"Yes." He suddenly remembered his manners and stood. "Would you like a drink? Shall we get a table?"

"No. Thank you. We should actually get going. The party starts soon."

"Oh, right!" He nearly tripped over his stood making his way to you. "Er…" he decide holding out his arm for you to take would be the right move.

Smiling, you accepted his arm and walked with him to your car.

Max was much more relaxed once the initial shock of how beautiful you were wore off. Once he arrived at the party it was easy to slip into his old ways. The charm flowed from him. He talked you up to all the right people. He felt more at ease than he had for a long time. It put a spring back in his step doing something he was good at again. His confidence was overflowing when he asked you to dance at the end of the night. After a few fancy moves he had you in his arms for the slow dance.

It felt completely natural when you kissed, the closeness of your bodies allowing you to melt into one another. Max was on a high until he walked you to your car.

"So do you want to come home with me?" Your words knock out the pedestal he'd built himself from below his feet.

"Yes." He croaked out before clearing his throat. "Yes."

Max's heart was in his mouth. He was so conflicted. The feel of your mouth on his, your fingertips digging into his scalp just right, it was all working for him. His baby blue slacks were tented in the front. If you just wanted him, he would be fine with this but you were paying him.

"Stop." He pulled away panting. "I'm sorry. If I was just here to please you I'd be happy to. I'm…I've…never done this, for money before."

"Then why are you?" Your eyes held no judgement, just curiosity.

"I need it." His rich voice was sad and pitiful.

"Max. I want you. Let me pay you what you are worth and show you want you are worth." Your words confused him until you slipped down to your knees. "I saw you earlier. All that charm and confidence." You began to undo his belt. "Yet you don't feel like you're worthy of their attention." His head hit the wall behind him when you palmed his bulge through his pants. "I think you are. I'll take good care of you."

Opening his zipper you pulled his expensive trousers down enough to release his length from his silk boxers. It was perfect. Not overly long and girthy. With a slight curve. The drool you poured over it to aid your hand's movements came easily just by looking at it. Max felt like sin with you between his legs. Your soft hand working his cock with some much expertise he was convinced he should be paying you.

All too quickly for his liking he felt the familiar tingle of his orgasm approaching. "Stop. If you keep going…"

"What? This big dick will explode for me? Good."

"But I won't be ready to give you what you're paying for."

"You have a tongue don't you? I do." You grinned before licking a stripe from his balls to his slit. The first rope of cum hit your still outstretched tongue. "That's it Max. Give it to me."

Seeing your face covered with his cum almost made his knees give out completely. They'd already buckled when he came.

"Such a pretty boy when you come." You praised him before cleaning him with your tongue.

Taking him in your mouth you sucked on his softening cock until he whimpered. "Please."

"Please what?" You release him with a pop.

"Too much." He panted.

"I guess you'll have to come back another night. For now you can lay on the bed while I clean up."

Max paced a little while you were in the bathroom. Should he undress? Would you want him naked? Would you want to watch him strip his clothes off or help him even? He settled on stipping down to his boxers before laying on your bed. His head in the soft pillows.

"Perfect." You sighed returning from the bathroom.

Max's mouth went dry. You were completely naked. It made his recovering cock twitch.

"I want to ride your beautiful face. Is that alright with you?" You voice was so self assured he wasn't sure if it was really a quest but he agreed anyway.

This must be the biggest scam he's ever pulled off. Max mused to himself as your divine juices dripped on his tongue. He was getting paid for this. To have you rut your sweet pussy over his face over and over as you moaned unashamedly. This was his own slice of heaven. A soft bed at his back. A beautiful woman chasing an exquisite high on his face. Her enjoyment like nectar on his lips. Her moans like music to his ears.

He was so lost in his thoughts in enjoying all that you had to offer that it came as a shock when a sweet fluid coated his skin. "Oh, Max!" You carried on riding out your high on his tongue as he drank down as much as he could. "Oh, god."

Eventually you lifted up off of him. He wasn't sure if he should hold you. He hadn't asked beforehand. He really should have gotten some details. He made a mental note to do it on his next job. Looking down he saw that he was half hard already. Still not ready to please you thought. Lost in his shame He didn't expect the next words out of your mouth. "Same time tomorrow?"

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