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Good to me (Maxwell Lord x Reader)

Not my GIF 

Genre: Smut, little fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, S M U T (that means sex), daddy kink, just filth really, an atom of angst I guess, I'm bad at writing smut so plz forgive me of that. Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning. 

Summary: when the boss can't decide what to wear, he needs the help of his assistant to give him fashion advice, and give his something a little extra...

(I don't like to use the word p**sy or c*ck in my smut writing? I don't really know why, I just kinda feel uncomfortable writing it...so please forgive me for that)

She knew it was wrong to develop feelings for such a person but she couldn't help herself. The first time in her life she was treated well. She was treated differently from other but in a good way. She was spoilt by him. She would come to work and find something new for her on her desk every day. She couldn't help but wonder if maybe he did have feelings for her as well, but she was quick to rid her self of those thoughts. She knew that the infamous Maxwell Lord would never actually like someone like her, she was nothing but a pretty face for him to use to show off to other CEO's and potential buyers whenever he was invited to a formal gathering or some kind of party. She was his side piece, and to be honest, she didn't really mind. 

She had also never had more sex in her life then when she was with Max. He loved her body, he loved making love to her body. Making her scream for him, making her cry out his name. He loved it. He was the best she had ever had, but she didn't have much to go on, she hadn't really had many sexual partners in the past, every boyfriend she had been with, had cheated on her, so she swore of dating for a while, moving out of her old city to start a fresh life. And she fell right into Max's lap. 

But he was good to her. Despite the using of her body for his own personal gain and pleasure, he treated her with respect. He would never do anything she didn't want to. If she felt uncomfortable at a party, he would remove her from the room, take her outside and allow her a few minuets to calm down. He treated her to fang dinners before a party, he would take her shopping for a new dress for every party they would go to, he would buy her anything she wanted. But she never wanted a lot, she grew up having to be happy with what was given, she wasn't used to luxuries such as a new dress to wear once. He thought this was cute, adorable even. It took her a while to become more comfortable with asking him for something but even so, she still wasn't used to it. 

As his personal assistant, she had no choice but to comply with everything he asked. He was defiantly hard work, but he took pride in that at times. He didn't make things easy, like choosing where he wanted to eat was made into such a fuss, he acted like a child if she suggested somewhere he didn't want to go. And then usually he would end up there any way. Either that or he would end up eating her instead. 

She sat at her desk reading over his schedule for the next two day, adjusting times and moving meetings as he had asked her, she then would have to phone up the people coming to said meetings to inform them of the time change and apologise in Mr Lord's behalf for the change. She took a sip of her freshly made tea and heard her phone ring. She put down her mug and lifted the phone to her ear. 

"Good afternoon, Maxwell Lord's office, how can I help you?" she had said this more times then she could count, she even ended up saying it in her dreams, when she dreamed about behind fingered by him while she took and important call. 

"I need you to help me" Max's voice sounded over the phone. He didn't sound desperate like he usually would if he needed to fuck her. It sounded more of a genuine request, a genuine task needed to be done. 

"Yes sir, I'm on my way" she nodded and put the phone down. She stood and grabbed her notebook thinking it would be a good idea to update him on his schedule changes. She straightened her skirt and made her way up to his office. The ride in the elevator was slow but it always was when she was going to his office. She supposed it was the anticipation of seeing him that slowed down the experience. 

It dinged and the doors opened. She stepped out of the elevator and walked over to the door of his office. She didn't knock, she never did, he told her to always just walk in, regardless of if he asked her there or not. "Mr Lord" she greeted as she shut the door behind her. 

She saw he was standing in front of the full body mirror he had on the far left wall of his office. He had a nice dark grey three piece suit one, one she hadn't seen before but already loved. He turned to face her, holding out a black tie and a black bow tie. "Which one?" He asked her. 

She placed her notebook down on his desk and walked over to him, her eyes scanning between the two items "what's the occasion?" She asked. 

"I've been asked to go to a dinner with a business partner and his wife, to discuss the future of our partnership" 

"If it's a dinner then defiantly the tie" she said as she took hold of said item. He threw the bow tie behind him. 

"Would you mind?" He asked in reference to her tying the tie. 

"Not at all" she smiled, she turned up the collar of his freshly pressed white dress shirt and pulled the tie around his neck. He watched her every moved as she proceeded to tie the tie. He felt a little bit embarrassed that he still couldn't do it himself, but he always had someone to do it for him so he never bothered to learn. 

"How are you so good a doing this?" He asked her.

"Tying a tie?" She asked, a slight laugh in her voice "I used to do it for my dad all the time. I was the only girl in the family. So I had to take on the mother role, even though I was the youngest. But one of my brothers used to help me cook sometimes, but they were all useless at tying a tie" she straightened the tie and flattened it against his firm chest with a soft smile "there. Perfect" 

"Why did you never tell me that?" He asked 

"Tell you what?" 

"About your family" 

"It never came up. But you don't need to worry about it" she assured him "you do need to worry about your shoes though" 

"My shoes?" He looked down at them "what's wrong with my shoes?" 

"You can't wear a grey suit and brown shoes Max" she laughed "you have any other shoes?" 

"Over there" he nodded to the other side of the room where he had a line of about six pairs of shoes. She walked over to them and examined each pair. He silently walked over to her. She bent over and her ass hit against his crotch. She noticed his body stiffen against her making her smirk slightly. He grabbed her hips pulling her ass further against him. He pushed her up against the wall, his breath was deep in her ear making her whimper slightly. "Do you want to come with me tonight?" He whispered while kissing the side of her neck, his hands squeezing her ass.

"Do you want me to come?" She asked him. 

"Yes" he mumbled. He began to grid his crotch into her ass, he grunted through gritted teeth "fuck..I need you baby" 

"I need you too.." she heard the buckle of his belt come undone and the zip to his trousers undo as well. He pushed up her skirt and tore off her panties making her gasp "fuck Max...what am I going to wear now? I can't sit commando all day" she whined, her body still flush against the wall. 

"Would you prefer to sit with my dick inside you all day?" He questioned her. She shivered at the thought, she imagined his dick inside her as he filled out papers and she took calls from business partners, him using her at any random moment to get himself off and her not being able to do anything about it, and the possibility of someone walking in while he was having his way with her, their face when they see her sat on his lap being mercilessly fuck by her boss. "You like that idea don't you?" He whispered darkly in her ear, his hand moving to her front, he traced his thick fingers over the slit of her womanhood making her shiver again and bite her lip "you like the thought of warming daddy's dick don't you? You want someone to walk in and see how you love to have daddy's dick inside you, don't you baby girl?" 

"Yes! Yes daddy I do!" She yelped

"But you're only for me to see aren't you, only for me to use. No one else can fuck you like I can" 

"No! No daddy! Only you can have me! No one can fuck me as good as you! Oh please fuck me! I need you so bad!" She pleased. He smirked and waisted no time in shoving his dick inside her tight hole making her scream. 

His pounding started immediately, giving her no time to adjust to his size, but they had done this enough times so it wouldn't take long "shit, you're always so tight baby. So tight and so wet" 

She nodded at his praised "only for you daddy" she moaned. His hips were relentless, pushing her further and further into the wall. One of his hands held a strong grip on her hip, it probably would leave some sort of mark there. The other grabbed her hair, pulling into a messy ponytail. He knew she loved it when he did this, he knew she loved when his hands were in her hair, whether that be an affectionate action or an action of lust, she didn't care. 

She helplessly gripped at the flat surface of the wall, she desperately wanted to grab hold of something but there was nothing for her to hold. His office was filled with the sounds of her whines and moans as he pounded into her, occasionally slapping her ass to make her yelp. "You're such a good girl for daddy. Taking me so well all the time" he complimented. He thanked whatever greater being there was that his office was sound proof, it meant that he could get her to scream as loud as possible and no one would ever know, he didn't want anyone to head the noise she made, they were made for him and him alone. 

Her body tightened when the head of his dick hit that special spot inside her. Her fists clenched and unclenched in a rhythm again the wall, he could tell she was getting close "you hold it in baby girl. You don't come until I tell you" 

Her breath came out in heavy pants as she nodded at his request. He pulled her body against his by her hair, her head landing on his shoulder. His hips never once faltered in his action. His hand that was once on her hip now moved to to her womanhood and began rubbing vicious circles on to her clit. She let out cries of his name, her legs beginning to shake at the stimulation "you hold it in" he ordered, his voice deep and dark. He loved to see her like this. So close to the edge that she started to cry, wanting nothing more then sweet release. One of her hands grabbed his wrist that was in her hair while the other grabbed his wrist that was torturing her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Daddy!" She cried out "please! Let me come! I want to come so bad! I want to come all over your dick!" She begged. His dick twitched inside her at hearing how desperate and broken her voice was becoming, he could feel his own climax fast approaching "please daddy, I can't hold it for much longer" 

"Come baby girl. Come all over me" he told her. Her grip on his wrists tightened as her back arched, her ass pressing further into him and she came with a scream of his name. Her followed shortly after, enjoying the feeling of her walls clenching around him, milking every last drop on his come into her body. 

The room was filled now only with the sound of heavy breaths as the two stayed connected for a few moments. His thrusts slowed to a stop and he removed his hand from her clit, placing it on her stomach. He turned his head and began placing gentle kisses to her cheek as she came down from her climax. "You're amazing Max..." she whispered. 

"So are you baby girl.." he replied in the same softness. He dropped his hand from her hair and carefully pulled himself out of her, she whimpered at the loss of warmth inside her. The two went about fixing their appearances. He tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up his trousers while she straightened her skirt. He legs wobbled as she walked over to the mirror in his office to fix her hair. 

She ran her hands through the strands to make it look less messy and less like he had been pulling on it. He appeared next to her and rested his large hand on the small of her back as he watched her every movement in the mirror. "You are so beautiful" he muttered under his breath making her blush. "I don't tell you that enough" 

"Well, it's not really your problem to tell me that, right? If we were together it would be but...we're not..." he noticed how her voice got quieter to wards the end of her sentence. He also noticed the sadness in her eyes as they met his in the reflective surface. 

"In that case, maybe we should be together" he proclaimed. 

"Wh-what?" She stuttered, her eyes wide at his statement. He turned her body so now they were facing each other, his hand gently rubbed up and down on her arms. 

"Do you not want to be with me?" He questioned. 

"I do Max" she whispered as she fiddled with the lapel of his blazer "I do want to be with you..." 

"But..?" 

She looked up at him "I'm not sure I'm the right woman for you. I want what's best for you. You deserve someone who is on your level, someone who actually enjoys all the parties, someone who is used to living the highlight, someone who likes being in the spotlight, someone who won't argue when you want to buy them something. I don't think I'm the one you need" 

"You are. You're the only one I need. If I had someone who didn't argue when I wanted to buy them something I wouldn't get to see the smile you give me when you get something. That smile of gratitude. The smile that warms my heart whenever you wear it" he brushed a piece of hair behind her ear "you are the only woman I want. The only one I need, you are what's best for me. I’ll give you whatever you want” 

Her eyes flicked between his as she lifted her hands to rest on his cheeks, a soft smile then formed on her rosy lips “I just want you” He flashed a smile at her before finally pressing his lips to her in a long awaited kiss. 

He was defiantly good to her, and now that she was officially his, he would be even better.

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