#how bout some midnight smut for y'all?

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Doing Business

Summary: You really want to go shopping with Maxwell’s credit cards, if only he would listen to you long enough.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating/Warnings: SMUT! “Daddy” and “Baby” are both used quite a bit, in a sugar daddy/sugar baby sense. Oral sex (M receiving.) Is there a warning for being on the phone while being serviced? Is that a thing? No beta/editing as usual.

I’ve never really written the “daddy/baby” kind of thing, but I just feel like it fit here. Sorry if it’s not your cup of tea. Reader and Maxwell are in a consenting Sugar Daddy/Baby relationship (although I think they have feelings way deeper than just that, but that’s just me.) Enjoy! This is for the anon that came into my ask box weeks ago (sorry eek) talking about Sugar Daddy!Maxwell.

You push open the door to Maxwell’s home office, peeking your head inside. He’s sitting behind his big mahogany desk, phone to his ear. He’s hunched forward in his chair, clearly stressed by the phone call he’s currently taking part in. You know he probably doesn’t want to be disturbed by his posture, but at the same time you really wanted to go shopping.

“Daddy?” You coo, batting your eyes coquettishly at him.

He glances up at you, your request having clearly pulled some of his attention from the call. You rarely call him that unless you want something. When it came out of nowhere, it usually meant you were horny or needed money.

He pulls the receiver away from his mouth, covering it with his hand just long enough to utter “I’m on the phone, baby” before returning to the call.

You can’t help but pout. You step into the room and close the door behind you, leaning back against it. He isn’t looking at you, his attention drawn back to the person on the line, but you try to look as appealing as possible as you wait. Biting your lower lip, watching him through your lashes, tugging the skirt just a touch higher over your thighs.

He doesn’t notice. Instead he begins to yell into the phone about stocks. You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. This wouldn’t do.

You cross the room, placing your palms on his desk and leaning forward, trying to give him ample view of your cleavage. You even use your arms to push your breasts together enticingly. “Daddy, I’ll make it worth-”

He shoots you a glare and the words die on your tongue. You plop backwards into the chair on the other side of the desk, pouting once more at being ignored. You sigh, playing with the hem of your skirt as you wait.

You try to wait patiently, you really do, but you never were good at patience. Something Maxwell knows very well with how quickly you start to beg and plead when he teases. You grin as an idea comes to mind, slipping down off the chair and out of his sight. You’re sure he doesn’t even notice as you crawl around the desk.

You’re positive you’re right when you touch his thigh and he jumps, not expecting you to be on the floor next to him. Instead of a glare, he looks surprised. Curious almost. You smile at him as you massage his thigh through his soft trousers.

“One moment,” he instructs through the phone before giving you his full attention for the first time since you walked into the room. “I told you I’m on the phone, baby.” He warns, his tone almost melodic.

“I know, but-”

“Whatever it is can wait.” He leaves no room for argument as he returns to his call. You’re getting annoyed now. In the time he’s telling you to wait, he could have easily listened to and fulfilled your request for one of the many plastic cards in his wallet. You wished he kept it in his front pocket. It would be so easy to slip out without bothering him.

You continue massaging his thigh, which he steadfastly ignores. You shimmy closer and closer to him, and while he’s making a point of not looking at you, at not rewarding your bratty behaviour with any attention, you do notice that his tone is growing softer with whichever employee was receiving his wrath today.

You’re close enough that it’s impossible for him to hide the twitch of interest hiding in his pants as your fingers sneak higher up his thighs. It’s all the motivation you need to continue on your path, eeking closer and closer to his zipper.

Your tongue sticks out in concentration as you unzip his fly slowly. Painfully slow by your standards. You hold your breath, hearing each individual tooth as it releases from it’s other half. You chance a glance up in his direction but he’s still ignoring you.

You grin triumphantly when the zipper is low enough. You can see the way his briefs are tenting, hear that his breathing has gotten deeper. You resist the urge to giggle as you slip your hand inside his zipper.

His hand is in your hair suddenly, pulling your head back to look up at him. You gasp at the sudden pull, your hand frozen on his stiff cock. You feel it jump under your palm at the noise you make as you blink up at him in surprise.

“Jones, hold please.” His tone betrays nothing of what is happening on this end of the line. With the hand still holding the receiver, he presses a button on the phone before dropping it to the desk.

“I told you,” his voice is deep and dangerous. You can’t help the shiver it causes to roll through your body. “That I was on the phone.”

You take a deep, steadying breath as you resolve to stick to the role you’d created. It would be easy to give in now, apologize and ask for forgiveness for interrupting his business - but that wouldn’t get you any closer to your goal.

“So stay on the phone.” You shoot back, squeezing his length. He groans, his fingers twitching in your hair. “I’m not stopping you.”

You see the conflict in his eyes, debating whether to stop you or let you go. Before he has a chance to make up his mind, you try to make it or him by slipping his erection out of his pants. It’s hot and heavy in your hand, and you break eye contact with Maxwell to look at it. You can’t help but lick your lips as you see the bead of precum dribble out of the tip.

The hand in your hair pushes you forward, towards him. Your grin is short lived as you start licking his shaft, not wanting to waste time and have him change his mind. You hear him moan, feel him shudder at the first contact of your warm, wet tongue.

You trace the vein along the underside of his length. You lave the curves of his frenulum. You swirl around the head before flicking your tongue against the slit. He hisses as you moan, the taste of precome coating your tongue.

You’re pressing your lips to the head, wet kisses along his skin and not quite taking him into your mouth, when you hear him return to his phone call. You pay his words no mind, focusing on pleasuring him. Listening for the minute hitches in his breath or changes in his tone.

Taking him between your lips, you suck at his head as your tongue twirls. His fingers tighten in your hair as he pushes you farther down his length. You hollow out your cheeks, sucking on him as your head bobs up and down, taking more of him each time.

Your hands knead his inner thighs as your saliva drips down his cock, the fabric of his pants turning dark with the wetness. You pull off of him, only to let a slow dribble of spit fall from your lips and add to the sloppy mess you’re making. His hips cant up against you as you take him back into your mouth.

You feel him pulsing against your tongue, making your own hips wiggle in excitement. Ulterior motives aside, this was definitely turning you on. You could feel the wetness pooling between your own thighs, and the sale at your favorite store was the only thing stopping you from climbing into his lap right here and now.

How voice is growing louder as he shouts over the phone, but you can hear the strain to it. Can feel the way his hips thrust slightly to meet your motions. You know he’s close.

You take him as deep as you can, choking slightly as your throat accommodates his girth. You look up at him through your lashes, seeing his eyes squeezed shut, his grip so tight on the phone his knuckles are turning white. You ignore the tears pooling in your eyes, swallowing around him.

He shudders, a long drawn out sigh leaving his lips as he explodes. His hot cum shoots down your throat and you struggle to swallow it all down. You close your eyes at the tangy, salty taste, focusing on not wasting a drop.

When he’s done you pull back enough to gasp for air but are resolved to lick him clean before putting him away. His cock twitches, his blood leaving the organ after his release and the nerves on the verge of over stimulation. You don’t stop until his hand loosens in your hair, sitting back on your haunches as you gently tuck him back inside his pants. The only evidence you were even there is the dark patch your drool left around his fly.

Maxwell is humming negative and affirmative responses to the man on the phone, and you can’t help but feel pride that you reduced him to nonverbal answers. You nuzzle his thigh, trying to silently connect with him as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm. His hand falls to your hair, not gripping this time but lovingly caressing.

He taps your head once he’s caught his breath, and you sit back up. He leans over in his chair, digging into his back pocket and pulling out his thick leather wallet. He opens it, pulling out his platinum card and handing it to you.

You take it, smiling broadly as you bounce up onto your feet. You kiss him on the cheek and turn to bound out of the room but he catches your wrist.

“Just a moment,” he tells the man on the line. He moves the phone away from him for a moment and pulls you into a searing kiss. It makes your toes curl against the plush carpet as his tongue dominates your mouth. You whimper into his mouth, nearly dropping the rectangle of plastic you’d been after all along.

He pulls away too soon, your lips swollen now not from the blow job but also from the bruising kiss.

“Get something pretty to make up for this interruption.” He orders, sliding his hand down to squeeze at your hip briefly.

You jump lightly, smiling as you giggle. “Yes, Daddy.”

He grins up at you before releasing you with a swat to your ass. He watches as you leave the room, grin on his face as he returns to the phone call.

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