#max burnett smut

[nickfowlerrr]

your forever is all that i need.

pairing: max burnett x curvy!reader

warnings: angst! smut! some fluff! 18+ ONLY. kinda soft!dark max if you squint. warnings not exhaustive but if something needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: 7.8k

notes: this guy has been sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished for months and i finally got it done. i think i like it 🥲 i hope you will, too! please let me know what you think. 🖤

thank you in advance for reading. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated.

You keep your head down, the baseball cap you’re wearing pulled low to aid your attempt at keeping your face concealed. The duffel bag you keep a tight grip on swings slightly with each step you take down the long, empty hallway of the apartment complex.

You reach the door leading to the stairwell and make your way down the steps until you finally get to ground level.

Pushing the lone metal door open ever so slightly, you peek out and make sure you’re still in the clear. No one's around. You walk through and head straight for the gate that leads you out to the parking garage.

You can feel your heart racing, your adrenaline pumping as you cross the lot. Lines of cars, but not another soul in sight.

You get the urge to look back over your shoulder as you walk but you fight against it and keep on to the car.

You’ve missed his call twice already and you just need to get out of the city before you can muster up the courage to call him back..

You unlock the doors with the click of a button as you approach. Your eyes leave the car for maybe two seconds as you pass a large cement pillar, looking down to fish your phone out of the deep pocket of your coat.

There’s a blur in your peripheral. 

You look back up, your heart seizes in your chest, and you gasp as you halt in your path. 

You suddenly find yourself mere inches from him as he stands before you, his gaze harsh as he stares daggers into you. 

His jaw is set, eyes dark as you do nothing but stare back stupidly. Where did he come from?

"Fuck, Max," you say with a heavy breath, "you scared the hell outta me."

You try and calm yourself, playing it cool. You wait for him to respond, to say something, but he doesn't. The pit in your stomach only grows deeper at his silence.

You lift your phone in your hand, doing a show of waving it at him, "I was just about to call you," you lie effortlessly.

Still, he says nothing. Eyes narrowing as he takes you in, his gaze falling to the bag in your hand.

You swallow your nerves, praying he doesn't notice, as you step to him. His hands are in his pockets as he stands tall, still looking down at your own. Your gaze is set on him, not for a second straying from his face as you stand before him, nearly pressing yourself against him; trying to search his eyes, urging him to meet your own.

When he finally does, a shiver runs down your spine, though you're not sure of its cause. 

Fear, worry, or maybe just the proximity to him that you hadn't had in a while.

Maybe something else...

His eyes are nearly black with how blown out his pupils are and the intensity of his gaze has you even more taken aback than you were a moment ago.

You can't let it show, though.

"Hi," you draw out, brows raised in faux confusion. As if you have no idea why he's acting so off. But of course you do. 

He must know. 

God, of course he knows. 

But he hasn’t said anything. So still, you keep up the charade. 

You drop the duffle lightly and wrap your arms around him as you look up at him. You're so close, so much so that you couldn't possibly get any closer - but that doesn't stop you from trying as you lean up on your tiptoes, chin tilted upward with a delicate pout playing on your lips.

He eyes you, his hands still in his pockets as he does nothing but watch.

You brush your lips against his softly, not expecting him to kiss back - and he doesn't - but he doesn't stop you, either.

You deflate, despite the expectedness of his lack of response, and let your feet meet the ground again as you tilt your head innocently at him, arms still wrapped around him.

"Max," you scoff lightly, a hint of a question in your tone. "Hey, I'm sorry I missed your call, but I really was just about to call you back," you try to defend yourself.

He stares for another unnerving moment before finally he responds,

"Calls," he corrects harshly. "Plural."

Your lips part as if you're going to speak, but you don't. Instead, you pull away from him, your brows furrowing. You let your eyes scan over his face, trying to assess him.

"Why does that sound accusatory?" you ask, letting your taken offense be known.

"What's in the bag?" he asks sharply, ignoring your question.

You stare one another down for a long moment. The thundering of your heart only grows louder in your ears as you do.

You were nervous before, scared more of what you were planning than of what his reaction would be to it. You didn’t want to tell him face to face, not because you thought he’d be truly upset but because you knew you’d back out if given the chance - whether Max cared or not.

But he was here now. 

And he's upset?

If he knows, then is this him trying to… stop you? 

If it is, great. 

You're fucked.

Your plan is completely and totally fucked. 

All of this, or at least the courage you had to attempt it, hinged on the fact that you wouldn’t have to see him, to be this close to him, again.

Your willpower around Max was near nothing and you knew that. 

Maybe you could just take your bag and go. Would he really try all that hard to keep you here? You doubted it.

You both move in the same instant, but he's faster. 

As you were reaching to grab the bag, Max planted a heavy foot on it, keeping it on the ground and out of your hands.

Your eyes dart from his shoe back up to his face. You take a deep breath as you stand straight and keep his gaze.

Well damn. It’s starting to seem like he cares.

But still, you need to get out, you remind yourself. 

You can work this. There's always a way out.

You aren't thinking a plan through, not fully, you just start talking. It’s instinct. Stay in character. Never give yourself away.

He taught you that.

"I was just gonna open it for you," you say, aggrieved.

You stay still as he slowly reaches down to grab the duffle himself, his eyes never leaving you.

You watch him right back, refusing to let your discontent show.

All that’s in there is what little personal belongings and clothes you have. It doesn’t mean or prove anything. Can’t confirm or deny whatever it is he thinks you were planning on doing.

And maybe, well maybe you don’t have to go… You can just pretend this never happened. Prove him wrong and keep up like you had no intention to leave in the first place.

Fuck, it hasn’t been a minute and you’re losing it already.

"Well," you prompt him, "open it."

He considers you and you take note of the way he grips the bag in his hand, his knuckles nearly white, his hand is clenched so hard. 

"Go to the car."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his command and move to walk to your car before his voice stops you.

"No," he grits out, "my car."

You look over in the direction he motions toward and see it, the sleek black Benz you somehow missed is parked across the way, but still on. You glance back to Max and he's already walking to it. You know you don't have a choice, not really, so you follow.

He throws your bag into the back and suddenly turns on you when you get closer, stopping you from rounding the car to get in on the passenger side.

You find your back pressed up against the vehicle as he closes in on you, jolting you a bit as he pushes you back, stealing the air from your lungs. He rips the hat off your head and throws it on the ground carelessly as he nearly snarls his words.

"How stupid do you think I am, huh?"

Your mind goes completely blank as you're stunned.

You've never seen Max this angry before, his apathy - though you hated it - was the norm. Or had been for the last six months or so. You hadn't seen him react to anything with any real care at all, not even you, in about as long. And never had you seen a real reaction from him to such a degree as this.

His anger and proximity were the only things you could focus on. That and the scent of his cologne that was invading your senses. Vaguely you register the longing for him that you’d been suppressing, the familiar scent you’d missed since having been away from him making you a bit dizzy as he crowded you.

"You know I know every trick in the book. I'm the one who taught them to you. So who are you trying to hide from? Who are you trying to run from? Because if I didn't know any better, angel, I'd think it was me." His hand is on your chin as he holds your face, his other planted next to your head as he keeps you against the car. "But I know better, don't I, baby," he smirks coldly.

You blink, lost in the torrent storms of his blue eyes, before forcing yourself to nod.

"Say it," he seethes, smile gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

"You know better," you say obediently in a near whisper as your chest brushes against his with your every breath.

He nods, leaning in closer, resting his forehead against your own for the briefest of moments before placing a chaste kiss on your skin as you shudder at the contact. His lips are by your ear now as he exhales heavily through his nose, "So do you," he tsks before dropping his hands and taking a step back as you stay where you are, eyes wide.

After a second, he motions with his head, signaling for you to move. He lets his tongue wet his lips and sniffs, "Get in."

You do as you're told, no arguing. There's no point.

You fall to him. 

You’ll fall to him every time.

The second you close the car door behind you, Max peels out of the garage.

You look in the side mirror as your hat, the car, and your foolish plan to leave alone all slowly fade away.

You buckle yourself in as he speeds down the street.

You could chide yourself for your stupidity but, you really weren't all that stupid about this. You kind of knew, deep down, he'd know; that he'd see it coming a mile away. You just really didn't think he'd care.

You thought he had stopped caring a while ago. That he’d just let you go.

It was a simple plan. You'd just finished the job, Max had the money. You were supposed to meet up with him back home, the closest thing to one you'd had, and get resettled. For the time being, at least.

But you had other things in mind.

Your stage apartment, the place you'd been living for almost half a year now, didn't hold much - but neither did your duffle bag. Just the necessities. Always.

You cleared out nicely, still had the old car Max got for the job, and had enough cash to get out of the city and to last you for a while while you'd try to get settled somewhere new.

You had enough practice being someone different, becoming someone else for the sake of the job, you were sure starting fresh away from here would be easy compared to what you'd been doing the past three years.

And you were sure Max wouldn't care. He'd certainly given you that impression.

That he was over you. That he couldn’t care less.

You were tired. and sad. and lonely. 

You never thought you could feel that way with him. It tore at you, the hurt threatened to dismantle you completely.

He was so close, but so, so far. 

That’s what hurt the most.

He was right there, but he acted like you weren’t. You thought you’d done something wrong at first. You still remember the first night you kissed him and he just… didn’t kiss back.

You pretended you didn’t notice his lack of reciprocation but you quickly whispered a goodnight before you eventually cried yourself to sleep while he stayed out in the living room on his laptop.

He didn’t even bother to mutter a goodnight back.

With each month it only got worse.

He’d stop by your apartment less and less and would always be out when you tried to stop by his.

You realized maybe you hadn’t done anything, maybe he was just done with you. But he didn’t end things. No, he needed you. For now, at least. Until you finished the job, or maybe until he stumbled onto someone new.

You remember all he told you about his old partners. He was burned once and he’d be damned if he ever let that happen again. 

You’d taken his face in your hands, peering into the depths of his deep blue eyes and swore to him he’d never have to worry about that with you.

And you were keeping your promise, weren’t you? You hadn’t tried to screw him over. You finished the job, made sure he got the score. All you were doing was leaving him to his own devices, the way he clearly preferred it. If anything, you were doing him a favor. Seeing yourself out so he wouldn’t have to end things himself.

Because, really, what were you supposed to do if not leave and put you both out of your misery? You couldn't take it anymore. 

You loved him so much. 

You love him so much. 

You don’t want to leave but you can’t stay. Not like this. You’d rather miss him by being hundreds of miles away than miss him while he keeps you just a room away. And you couldn’t be there when he’d inevitably find that someone new. You couldn’t just wait for the final sword to be pierced through your heart.

You wouldn’t be able to live through it.

The tension is thick as you sit silently, looking listlessly out the tinted window while the city passes by you in a blur.

It’s not until Max gets on the highway that you realize you aren’t going home. You look over to him, staring for a moment as you try to keep your heart from racing. You aren’t scared, just concerned. You don’t like not knowing.

“Where are we going?” you ask after a long few seconds.

He doesn’t respond, his face still stony as his anger radiates off of him. He puts on music without sparing you a glance and you take it as your cue to be quiet. He’s too angry to talk right now, and though he’s pissed at you, he doesn’t want to snap on you. 

It’s almost midnight, the lanes all across the road almost completely empty as he keeps on driving. You give up guessing where you’re headed to after he passes the last exit you recognize without getting off and resign yourself to the unknown.

You look out at the dark sky, the stars glowing brighter the further away from the city you get. 

You find some solace in that. 

As you rest your head against the window, your eyelids begin to feel heavy as your breathing slows.

You try to fight off the sleepiness as it threatens to take you down, but it's to no avail. Within a minute, you're sleeping as Max continues down the highway.

—

You startle awake at the honking of a semi truck, jolting up from where you lay on the reclined passenger seat. When did you do that? You blink your bleary eyes open as the sun shines brightly outside. You recognize you’re still in the car as you unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up, fixing the seat when you do.

You swallow thickly and unpleasantly as you cringe. You feel gross and a little disoriented from the heat of the sun combined with the weight of your long sleep.

You look around and realize you’re at a gas station. Checking the time, you find it’s already past seven. You’re surprised that you’ve slept so long, and that Max had driven for the same time. It dawns on you then that you have no idea where you are, and after seven hours of driving, you’re even more confused than you were last night.

Max isn’t at the pump, so you figure he must be inside.

You get out of the car, rubbing your eyes before you make your way across the lot and into the store. 

You see him right away as he stands at the coolers grabbing water. On your way to him, you stop at the small toiletry section and grab a cheap disposable toothbrush. 

You approach him carefully as he turns and spots you, waiting for you to get to him.

“Hey,” you say awkwardly, not knowing what else to go with. “I just need the bathroom, I’ll meet you back at the car.”

You don’t wait for a response, not sure he’d even planned on giving you one, as you head toward the big sign labeling the restrooms.

You quickly find a stall and relieve yourself. As you wash your hands at the sink, you can’t help but cringe at your reflection. Your makeup from yesterday is smudged and you look a little crazy, admittedly. You are feeling more well rested, though, so there’s at least one thing to be thankful for. You never slept well alone, and despite the physical discomfort of sleeping nearly eight hours in a car, this was the first time in months you’d gotten more than four hours of sleep without disturbance. 

You open the package and take out the ninety nine cent toothbrush with the toothpaste already included. You run the bristles under the water for a second before you quickly brush your teeth. You really just want the feeling of sleep out of your mouth. You scrub at your tongue before spitting out the remnants of the sudsy paste and swirling with a bit of water.

The toothbrush does its job but doesn’t leave you with the minty feeling you were hoping for. As you toss the brush and the ripped packaging in the trash on your way out of the bathroom, you debate snagging a travel size mouthwash on your way out. 

You stop in your path as you walk by a display of sunglasses. You don’t know what it is about the stand that somehow takes you back but you find yourself wondering when the last time you were in a gas station was. It’s silly, but you think it’s been a long while. 

You look around and don’t see Max, but when you glance out the large glass window, you find him putting gas at the pump. His brilliant blue eyes hidden behind his dark, name brand glasses.

You turn and start looking at the cheap sunglasses, grabbing a pair of pink bedazzled ones and trying them on. You laugh at yourself in the small mirror before grabbing another pair to try on. 

You go through five or six different styles before you settle on a simple, sleek black pair.

You aren’t sure how much longer you’ll be in the car, but you know you don’t want the sun shining in your eyes.

Before walking up to the counter, you wander around the aisles a bit, glancing outside every so often to ensure Max is still there.

You smile at the soda fountain and though you’re tempted to get the largest size they have, you know you’ll be lucky if Max lets you bring even the small one into his car without a complaint.

You fill the 12 oz cup with crushed ice and some raspberry iced tea, taking a sip before filling it back up and snapping on the plastic lid.

You don’t know why you’re feeling so free.. giddy, almost. It’s a stark difference from last night, and so far from anything you’ve felt these last few months, too. 

It’s nice, not feeling so sad. And the more you wake up, the lighter you feel. 

You mindlessly drink your tea as it cools you with each sip you take.

You glance out the window and see Max putting the cap back on the gas tank, so you quickly make your way to checkout.

You set down your drink and the glasses and fish in your pocket for the crumpled twenty you know you had.

As you pull it out and try to straighten it, the young blonde cashier speaks.

“Glasses are buy one get one right now,” she tells you as she rings you up, popping her gum.

“Oh, nice. Thanks,” you say as you flit back over to the stand. You knew which pair you were gonna grab the moment she let you know about the deal.

You smile as you grab them and hand them to her to scan when you get closer. 

“It’s gonna be $11.14. You want a bag?”

“Uh, yes, please. And can I get two of those scratchers, too?” you ask pointing to the glimmering black and silver dollar scratch offs. She hums in affirmation as she pulls two for you and adds them to your total.

You hand her the twenty and grab the bag and your drink before pocketing the change when she gives it to you.

“Have a good one,” she bids you.

“Thanks,” you smile, “you, too.”

You walk to the car and pull your jacket off before you climb in as Max starts the engine.

He eyes your drink and bag but doesn’t say anything as you throw your jacket into the back and then buckle your seatbelt. 

“I got you water,” he finally says after a moment.

You look at him in return, “thanks,” you say softly. There’s still some tension lingering between you, but it doesn’t feel as harsh as it had last night. This right here is the problem. When you’re together, everything is better. Even when it isn’t.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going now?” you ask, watching him closely.

He starts driving, heading out of the lot and back onto the highway.

The sun blinds you as you shield your eyes and quickly fish out the bejeweled pair of pink sunglasses you’d gotten free.

Max looks over to you briefly before returning his gaze to the road and your heart soars as he smiles to himself at your glasses.

“We’re less than an hour away,” he answers you without really answering you. 

“You drove all night?”

“Yeah. You know I don’t mind a long drive. I have patience,” he says the last word more harshly as he adjusts his grip on the wheel.

There it is, you think to yourself. 

Of course he wasn’t letting it go so quickly. He’d bring it up when he was ready to talk about it, and as he shifted his complete focus back to the road, you knew that time wasn’t now.

You watched as his jaw ticked slightly and you sighed to yourself.

Grabbing your cup, you took small sips from the straw, enjoying the way the drink went down. Cool, sweet, and smooth. 

It relaxed you, easing the twisting of your stomach.

You settled in your seat and pulled out your phone. 

You weren’t surprised by the lack of notifications; there wasn’t really anyone you kept in constant contact with, aside from Max.

As you looked up out the window, you were struck by the beauty that surrounded you. Gorgeous trees lined either side of the highway, and it was hitting you now how far away from the city you really were.

Max gets off at the next exit and you’re even more surprised by the naturescape you find yourself driving through. You’re on a two way road now and there’s no other cars in sight. As the road winds up and up, the sun is blocked out by the trees. Only glimmers of sunlight streaming through them every now and again as you continue on. You push up your glasses and look over to Max as he keeps driving, looking more relaxed once again.

It isn’t until you come upon what seems to be the start of a very long driveway that Max looks over at you.

You don’t return his gaze as you're wonderstruck at the massive house he’s driving up to. The long winding drive leads to a garage that is empty when it opens for Max’s car. The front yard is expansive and though it still blends into the wooded area, it’s well maintained. 

You don’t even realize your mouth is hanging open until Max’s fingers gently take hold of your chin.

“You think this is nice, wait til we get inside,” he says before rescinding his touch, shutting off the car and getting out. He walks around and opens your door for you as you unbuckle. 

You get out and pull your things from the back seat while he goes to the trunk.

You follow him and you're stunned when you see it’s packed full of his things. You stare stupidly as you watch him grab his own duffle and a suitcase before leading you out of the garage and up the path to the front door.

He unlocks the door with a key and pushes inside before stepping aside and letting you in.

You stand there in shock as you take it all in. 

It looks like it came right out of a magazine. Everything looks so perfect. Cozy and comfy, and deceptively expensive, you’re sure.

You turn to him, a question in your eyes. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks. You continue staring, eyes slightly widening as your brows raise; you’re unsure of what to say. 

It is what you wanted, what you’d talked about late at night when you’d stay up telling each other everything. Secrets you’ve never uttered to another soul, all about your deepest, darkest desires, your dreams, what you truly wanted out of this life.

You remember the exact night you’d told him this specifically. 

“A nice house,” you’d whispered into the dark as you laid against him in his bed, your head on his chest as he held you under the covers, listening intently as you spoke. “A big yard. Somewhere, away from the city. Near the mountains, maybe? Doesn’t have to be fancy. But I hope it’d be cozy. Pretty,” you smiled. “But I wouldn’t be picky. Just a nice place of my own. Somewhere I could finally call home.”

You had spoken the last sentence so quietly, so full of distant hope and longing, and mostly to yourself, you hadn’t been sure he’d even heard you. 

He had stayed quiet after that, the only way you knew he was still awake was his hand smoothing up and down your skin, almost tickling you as he lulled you to sleep with his gentle touch.

That had been the night before you were set to meet your mark. The last night Max had held you so lovingly. After that was when things started to change. He was always on the phone, or on his computer, always meeting up with someone. Growing more and more distant. Too busy for you, his apathy only becoming more evident with each passing day.

It had been a long six months.

“Isn’t it?” he asked again, his voice pulling you back to the present.

You nod, blinking to hold back the unexpected wave of tears you could feel wanting to form.

“But,”

“But nothing. It’s what you wanted. It’s what you deserve.”

You shake your head as a lump in your throat forms. “I wanted it to be real,” you murmur, voice tight. You don’t know what it is you’re doing here. What the next job could possibly entail, but this is just… a different sort of cruel. Like all you’ve ever wanted is being dangled in front of your face, but it isn’t yours to keep as you're forced to play out another charade.

His touch is on you then, turning you to face him completely before he takes your face in his hands, stepping closer to you.

“What makes you think this isn’t real?” His voice is hard though you can hear how he tries to soften it for you.

“I can’t just play pretend for the rest of my life, Max. I can’t. I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not anymore. I don’t want to. To have to move around, living fake lives, never getting to settle down and make one of my own, I-”

“Angel,” he stops you, realizing what your thinking is as a tear slips down your cheek once the confession you never thought you’d say slips past your lips, “I know.”

His thumb wipes at the tear streak as he presses closer to you, leaning his head down to yours while you look up at him. The cold his eyes held before seems to melt as he looks at you. He continues.

“I’ve known. This isn’t temporary, baby. This is your house. It’s in your name and everything. Anything you don’t like, we’ll change. I bought it for you. For us.”

“Wh-,” you breathe, no words forming as you take in what he said. “For us?” your voice cracks as you repeat his words, more tears burning at your eyes. “I thought…”

“Thought what?”

It takes you a second to speak, “... I thought you were over me.”

Hurt flashes across his face before it’s replaced with some kind of indignation. 

“Over you?” he says harshly, “I’ve spent months putting all of this together for you-”

“I didn’t know that, it felt like you were ignoring me. Avoiding me-”

“You don’t get all of my attention for a little while and you just assume I’m bored with you? You think that little of me?”

“No, Max. I just - I was hurt and I didn’t, what was I supposed to think?”

“How about you think about how much I love you. Have I not made that clear? I’ve given you every piece of me. I let you in, I took care of you - I take care of you and I love you like I’ve never loved anyone,” you can feel how upset he is as he holds you tighter, his voice cutting you with every word.

“Max,” you say as you grab his wrists. He doesn’t respond, only moves you back as he walks you toward the couch. “Max,” you say again, almost pleading.

Your legs are right against the couch as he towers over you, still holding your face in his hands as you hold his wrists. 

“I love you,” he says, hurt seeping through entirely now as he speaks. You’re almost being bent back over the armrest as he continues to try to get even closer to you. You’re looking in his eyes with your bleary ones. 

“I know,” you whisper, squeezing his wrists lightly, your thumbs mindlessly running over his skin, “I know.”

“I’d give you the entire world if you wanted it,” he says. 

“I don’t want the world,” you breathe sharply. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

His lips crash into yours without warning as he takes you by surprise. The intensity of the moment completely overwhelms you as you fall back over the armrest onto the couch, Max following you. 

You both move up the long couch as your kisses turn messy and fervent, your hands finding his hair as his move under your clothes.

You’ve missed him more than you’d even realized. You’re desperate for him, every little touch, the lightest of brushes of his fingers over your delicate skin. You’re pulling him as close as possible as he crowds you, the reciprocity from him filling you with everything you’d been longing for.

So caught up in the feeling of him, your mind wasn’t thinking of anything else until Max spoke, his words almost a snarl in your ear.

“Everything we’ve been through together, and you were just gonna leave me? Without talking to me, without a goddamn word?”

His hand circled your throat as he spoke, but he didn’t apply much of any pressure. Even still, the feeling enlivened and distressed you all at once. 

You didn’t have to speak your admittance, you both knew full well what you had been attempting - what point was there in trying to deny it.

“I tried to talk to you,” you whimpered, eyes watering with the tears threatening to flow over, “you never listened. You acted like I wasn't around. I felt like a ghost, like a burden on you. I didn't want to leave,” you stressed, needing him to know that truth, “but I thought you didn't want me around. I thought I’d be doing us both a favor.”

His hand relaxed around your throat and instead moved up to caress your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, staring at you with the softest look you’d ever seen. “I was caught up in all this, I was brushing you off. But, that was all it took?”

“Max,” you breathed, “even just one day without you, feels like an eternity. I didn’t think I could take it anymore.”

His nose brushes against yours as his eyes close, pained, before he presses his lips to yours, softer this time.

You return his kiss as it grows deeper, his hands moving down your body as he takes you in.

“You’re so dramatic,” he breathes against your skin. You huff, a hand in his hair as you keep him close. “Impatient,”he grits out, then another kiss, “needy.” His voice is low and rough.

You can feel yourself getting hotter with each word he speaks, and had it been anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by how wet you were getting. But you know that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Please, Max,” you whimper, puppy eyes on display as you pout.

He pulls away, dark eyes penetrating you.

“You know what,” he breathes heavily, “maybe it's time you learn a little something about patience.”

You gape up at him dumbly, not knowing what to say.

“You think you can manage that, angel? Or you gonna try and run off on me again?”

You frown, blinking away from his harsh gaze. “I can manage,” you whisper.

His grip on your chin forces your gaze up, an unbidden whimper leaving you.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me,” he orders.

You swallow hard with a nod, “I can manage.”

—

It’s tortuous the way he moves his tongue, tracing up and down your slit before plunging in and out of your dripping hole, moving back up to swirl over your sensitive clit.

Your body is slicked with sweat, your clothes long tossed away as Max played with you, bringing you to the very edge of pleasure over and over again just to tear it all away before you could reach your release.

You swear you’re about to combust as he sucks on your clit, his fingers buried deep inside your pussy. Your moan sounds from your throat as you keep your mouth shut, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut, your hand fisted in his hair while he devours you.

Your hips buck up despite yourself and for the first time tonight, Max doesn’t pull away from you completely. This time, he grips your hip, burying his face deeper in your cunt as his fingers curl just right inside of you, coaxing you closer. 

You’re a mess of gasps and moans as he moves his fingers faster, fucking you hard and deep as he keeps his tongue focused on playing with your clit.

“Oh- god! Max, I-, Max, Max, Max, I’m gonna-”

You can’t even hear yourself and your senseless babbling as he speeds up his movements while you cry out for him.

Your orgasm shatters you, your body going tense before you shake beneath him. You’re seeing stars, that glorious warmth washing over you, the pleasure of your orgasm crashing over you in never ending waves as you pulse around his fingers. Max doesn’t stop what he’s doing until your hand in his hair is tugging at him to stop.

You’re breathless, body tired and sweaty as you try to calm down for the intense high. When Max sits up, still between your legs, his chin is slick with your arousal and release as he licks his lips. His eyes are glued to your body, roving up to your chest as it rises and falls with your labored breathing before he crawls over you. You’re face to face as his bright blue eyes peer into your soul. You feel like you’re in a trance as you return his gaze. Your hand reaches to caress his cheek before he leans closer to you, kissing you deeply, letting his tongue lick into your mouth. You moan at the feeling, and the taste of yourself still on his tongue.

“You see the pay off you can get when you just have some patience?” he husks. You whimper as he pulls away from you.

He rids himself of his shirt as you sit up and, slowly at first, reach for his belt. He doesn’t stop you and you grow emboldened.

You fumble with the buckle for a moment in your haste before you get it undone, immediately going for the button of his pants.

His hands brush yours as he unzips and pushes his pants down with his briefs, freeing his erect cock. You can’t help but reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length. Your heavy lidded eyes are glued to his body, your free hand exploring him as goosebumps break out over his skin under your gentle touch. 

His shaky intake of breath as you stroke him with one hand and ghost slowly up and down his side with the other fills you with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

You can’t keep your longing at bay as your hand speeds up, gripping him a bit tighter as you jerk him off. 

The moan that tumbles from his lips has your desire growing tenfold, but Max stops you all too soon.

He pushes you to lie back down on the couch, eyes dark and focused solely on you. The intensity steals your already unsteady breath as you release a soft gasp from his push.

It’s quiet in the house, the only sounds to be heard are your labored breaths as you wait, simmering in anticipation.

Max leans over you, planting one hand next to your head as he holds his stiff length in his other, never breaking eye contact as he guides himself to your entrance, prodding you with his cock.

Your breath hitches as he pushes his tip just inside your tight hole. You don’t so much as blink as he leans himself down closer to you while pushing further inside you. You spread your legs as much as possible as your mouth opens in a silent moan. Max holds your waist as he begins rocking in and out of you, slow and deep with each thrust he drives into you.

You tremble beneath him, your eyes wanting to roll back into your head but you don’t want to look away from him for even a second. A part of you terrified he’ll disappear if you do.

You reach for him with one hand, pulling him closer by his hip, your other holding his hand as he holds you.

Your nose tingles as he moves even slower, hitting even deeper with every stroke, his fingers squeezing your plush waist. Everything feels so intense; strong, powerful, entirely overwhelming as your eyes fill with tears once more.

He smooths his hand from under yours, up your waist, over your breast and further until he’s holding your cheek, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. He leans down as he stops his hips, keeping himself fully sheathed in your tight warmth. 

He kisses you, so gently. More tears roll down your cheeks as your eyes close, your hands urging his body closer. Your touch has his kiss growing deeper; not as soft, but just as passionate as he begins to roll his hips into yours again.

You gasp as he stimulates your clit, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, sliding against yours before you let him dominate it, following his lead - like you always do. 

Like you always will.

Each rock of his hips stokes the fire building deep inside you. Your hands are clutching him like your life depends on it.

You can feel your walls flexing around his length, his groan at the sensation still audible through your kissing until he pulls away, nuzzling your nose with his as he refuses to put space between you as you both try to breathe.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” he says, voice strained, eyes screwed shut. “I’m not gonna last with the way you’re squeezing me, baby.”

You mewl as he starts to move faster. It’s evident he’s close to coming and you’re beyond grateful because you know you’re right there with him.

The sound of his hips hitting against you grows louder with each thrust, his balls are slapping against you and the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt are as salacious as they are arousing - only pushing you further to the edge.

Your toes are curling as your muscles tighten, and a strangled moan leaves you. His rhythm is completely lost now as he fucks into you relentlessly. You can’t stop yourself from coming, your walls constricting around his cock as the high of your orgasm crash over you. 

You feel the spurts of his come hitting your walls as he lets out a throaty moan, thrusting in and out of you, riding out the high as he fills you completely. Your name intermingled with curses leave his lips as he relishes in the orgasmic bliss. 

When he can’t take it any longer, the sensitivity too much for him, he gently pulls out of you before he collapses down beside you.

You’re breathless as you lay there, reaching a hand to touch his chest, just wanting to feel him.

You turn onto your side to be chest to chest, face to face.

“I’ve missed you,” you say, your voice small and tight. He strokes your face lovingly as he watches your eyes well with unshed tears.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.”

You try to blink away the new wave of tears but you’re unsuccessful. His touch only coaxes more as you finally feel safe enough to let them all out now that you’re in his arms again. He moves to hold you against him as you shudder, nuzzling closer.

He shushes you as you cry, kissing your head and rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. His warmth alone is a comfort. You don’t know how long you spend like that in his hold but finally your tears begin to subside.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper pathetically. “I’m so sorry, Max.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, “I know. It’s okay. And I know you, sweetheart. I know you’d never leave me, you wouldn’t have gone through with it. I know you wouldn’t have.”

You take a moment, worrying your lip before you look up to meet his gaze.

He waits for you to speak, seeing the thoughts and worry in your eyes and knowing you have something to say.

“I love you, Max. But I can’t do it anymore. I can’t live another lie. I can’t,” your voice breaks on your last words as Max cradles your face.

“Baby, why do you think I brought you out here? Why I bought all of this for you?”

Your brows furrow as you look into his soft gaze, needing him to say it outright before you can really start to believe what you think it is he means. He offers you a soft smirk,

“You can be done, sweetheart. You’re done.”

You breathe in a bit shakily, eyes wide and a pout on your lips.

“But I,” you take an unexpectedly sharp breath, “I don’t want you to leave me, either.”

He chuckles at the small tremble underlying your voice, gently kissing your pout.

“You’re so greedy,” he admonishes, holding your cheek before pulling you closer for another kiss. He sighs as he pulls away. “But if that’s what you need from me, then I’ll be done, too.”

You aren’t even thinking when you take his face in your hands and pull him to you again, pressing your lips to his firmly. You keep hold of him as you part.

“Yeah?” you ask, not sure he means it.

“For you,” he nods, “yeah.”

You share another deep kiss that takes your breath away before you have to pull away for air. You caress his hair, “So… we live here now?” The question sounds silly to you, but it’s genuine.

He nods with a smile and you nod in return.

“Well, as nice as this couch is, I’d love to see the rest of the place.”

“You ready for the tour?”

“Mhm,” you smile as he moves to get up over you. Before he can, though, you stop him. “Max, wait. I-...Thank you,” you say, carding a hand through his dark hair. “I never expected this, at all. But it’s all I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you,” you return with watery eyes. Emotions getting the best of you yet again. But you can’t help it. You’ve missed him so much, missed being this close, hearing his voice, hearing those words.

He holds you again, lips against your ear, “I’m sorry, angel. Sorry I was so distant.” He kisses your temple. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I’ll never make you feel like that again.”

He turns your face to his and kisses you once again.

“I promise.”

There’s so much love in his gaze, and a sincerity in his eyes, one you couldn’t question even if you wanted to. So you readily return his kiss, you take him at his word. You believe him. Because it’s him.

It’ll always be him.

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — SMUT, Minors dni, violence -> more specific things in the fic

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝗂. 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇

𝗂𝗂. 𝖨 𝖬𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖡𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗅

𝗂𝗏. 𝖢𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗋

𝗏. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖢𝗈𝗈𝗄

𝗏𝗂. 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖶𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁

𝗏𝗂𝗂. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝖠 𝖣𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾

𝗏𝗂𝗂𝗂. 𝖳𝗈𝗈 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒

𝗂𝗑. 𝖠 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖳𝗈 𝖥𝗎𝖼𝗄

𝗑. 𝖦𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒?

𝗑𝗂. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽

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𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌/𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

#the devils den series❤️‍🔥💯 #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #andy barber smut #lloyd hansen smut #ransom drysdale smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp smut #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #max burnett x reader #max burnett smut #max burnett

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                          𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

summary ─ even a con man can get emotional sometimes, and sometimes the only way to show their emotions is being physical. 

pairing ─ max burnett x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, fingering, car sex, dirty talk, pet names, p in v, protected sex, LIGHT SHARPER SPOILERS, nothing detailed though, i tried to keep them vague, kissing, established relationship, dom!max bc i’ve been yearning and yelling about him

a/n ─ okay, this fic includes light spoilers about sharper movie but like i said in the warnings, i tried to keep them vague. read at your own risk. i don’t want people to yell at me about spoilers bc i warned y’all. hope you like it! please reblog and comment if you do! thank youuu <333

p.s.: please forgive me if i have mistakes. i don’t have much time to check it <3

title song ─ physical (you so) by nine inch nails

Be ready at 7. We’re going out.

You looked at the text Max sent you ten minutes ago. You knew better than to ask where, let alone the why, so you gingerly walked towards your shared bedroom. When you opened your side of the closet, you sighed.

Casual or formal?

Hitting send, you eyed your clothes until he answered. You had some stuff that could go for both, but you’d like to know what you were getting yourself into. It might be a casual dinner date, or something that he needed to attend to find another prey. So, wearing something that would fit the theme would make you feel better.

Formal-ish. Taking you out a dinner date.

You hummed. You weren’t sure about your mood enough to handle a charity-related something, and a date sounded amazing, if you had to be honest. Pursing your lips, you picked a beige colored skirt that ended two fingers above your knees, white silky shirt that would go with your skirt and a clean pair of white, lacy lingerie.

You laid your clothes on the bed and jumped into the bathroom for a quick shower. You still had two hours to kill, and now that you were good with what to wear question, you had a lot of time in your hands.

You smiled when the hot water hit your naked body and eased the tensed muscles.

You had been dating with Max for the past year, but only lived with him for the last two months. He was hard person to get to know because of his past. You knew what he did for living: Lying and getting thousands of dollars from rich people. Even though it sounded wrong at the beginning, you didn’t mind it very much at the moment because rich people were really stupid enough to not care about the amount of money they were willing to give to a stranger. You always thought they should have taken care of their money better, so you actually supported Max and his… occupation.

It took almost ten months for Max to truly believe you. He once mentioned about a woman who fucked him over, he didn’t name her still, but you could tell from the way his voice slightly cracked that whoever that woman was, she hurt him really bad. So, you made everything you possibly could to be someone he could trust fully, to be that someone whom he could tell everything, including what he actually did for living.

It was a special moment when he told you everything about him. At first, you approached his openness with suspicion, and it made him laugh heartily.

“Always be suspicious of things, baby,” he had murmured. “It helps you from getting disappointed too much.”

Ever since he opened up to you, things got better and meaningful between you two. You loved the subtle way of him caring about you: Bringing you coffee, forehead kisses and soft brushes of his hands on your on your body… You loved it.

Max was also a man of spontaneous stuff. He liked coming up with plans in a short time and making them real. Such as this dinner date. You were so sure that he had planned it in the morning and was certain that he could make the date happen, so he texted you. You also loved this side of him. It meant that the life was never boring with him around.

You stepped out of the shower, quickly dried your body and handled your hair. Putting on your lingerie before brushing your teeth, you pulled on your skirt and shirt. You debated between wearing flats and heels, so you asked Max, trusting his taste.

Heels or flat?

His answer was quick. Heels. Pick one of the Louboutin’s.

Grinning, you picked your white heels that he bought for you when he took you out for another impromptu date couple months ago. Then, you walked back into the bathroom. Opening your make-up bag, you went for not-there type: Light concealer, soft glitter eye-shadow, mascara, light blush and highlighter, and lastly, you applied a rose-pink lipstick. You heard ping just as you finished with your make-up.

At the door.

Checking the clock, you swore loudly. Thankfully, you were ready. The only thing you needed to do was to grab your coat and bag, and you were good to go.

Coming.

You saw the blue ticks and threw your long beige coat on. You grabbed your small bag and put your wallet, phone and lipstick inside with an extra set of panties and some tissues. Just in case.

You checked how you looked. Satisfied, you took the keys and got out, locking the door behind you. You walked on the quiet sidewalk with your heels click-ing.

Max was waiting by his Audi: He was leaning against the sleek, black car, looking around. He was wearing a classic suit, sans tie. He was clean shaven as usual, and his hair was tucked behind his ears. His hands were in his pockets, but you could see his Rolex shining under the streetlight.

With the sound of your heels, Max turned his head to you. He immediately straightened up and let his eyes roamed down and up and down again over your body. You felt your whole body heating up at the way he looked at you.

“Hi,” you whispered. He hummed.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered back. “You out for kill, huh,” he murmured and opened the door.

You slipped inside the car, on the passenger seat. “Well, thought I could show some legs and skin.” Max narrowed his eyes a little.

“That’s more than some,” he grumbled. You grinned.

“Aw, you jealous?” He looked at you with steel blue eyes, but you could see the situation was as amusing to him as it was to you.

“Don’t push your luck,” he said and closed the door. You fidgeted on your seat excitedly. You knew what would exactly happen if you pushed your luck, so you were actually counting on it.

Max got in the car and started the engine. As you were relaxing on your seat, Max suddenly leaned over you. You looked at him. He grabbed your chin and lifted your face to level with his.

“Hello, bunny,” he greeted you again, properly this time, and kissed you after. You sighed deeply into his kiss. Your hand went to his jaw, and you softly stroked his prominent cheekbone as you kissed him gently. He pulled away. Pressing one last kiss on your forehead, he went back to his previous position.

“How was your day?” He asked, and you were off.

──

Max brought you to an Italian restaurant.

It was new since you’ve never heard of it until now, but it seemed like people who worked at the restaurant somehow knew Max: You were greeted politely, your coats were taken and hung some place safe and you were led to your table by a young waiter. Max dismissed him with a tiny wave of his hand before pulling the chair out for you to seat. You whispered a soft thanks to him, and he responded you with a soft brush of his fingers on your nape.

Shivering, you watched him sit across to you.

God, he was handsome. He looked at ease where he was sitting, obviously comfortable in his skin and aware of his good looks. His black suit jacket was matching the dark color of his hair and making the steel blue of his eyes pop. He looked a little cold, a little more pale than usual, and you frowned.

“Hey,” you called out softly. Max hummed as he looked at you. “Have you eaten anything today?” You asked and technically got your answer when he shrugged.

“Had lunch,” he answered you verbally. Your frown deepened. Max sighed at your expression. “I know I should be eating more often; I just forget.” He shrugged again. His long fingers grabbed the napkin and played with the edges of it absentmindedly. “Today was busy. Had meetings that I didn’t want to attend.”

Just as you opened your mouth to ask him what really happened, the waiter came back with two menus. Both of you briefly looked at the menus and decided what to eat. You handed over your menu and turned your whole attention on Max.

“Talk to me, please?” You asked him. He sighed again. Whatever happened today had annoyed him to the hell and back, it seemed.

“Not now,” he said. “I don’t… really want to re-live those moments. Not now, anyways.” He took a sip from his water. “Let’s eat something first, and go home. We’ll talk later, alright, bun?” You pouted just a little but nodded. You could see on his face that he was exhausted, but it wasn’t a physical one. It was mental exhaustion, and you knew what sort of toll it took on a person. So, you were going to let go and enjoy your little dinner date and go back home with him.

That was all that mattered.

─

“You want to split a dessert, baby?” Max asked. “I can go for a slice of something sweet, to be honest.” He smiled. You felt your heart flutter in its cage and nodded.

“Sure,” you said. “I’m full, but I’ll steal a few bites.” You winked at him playfully, and Max chuckled. You couldn’t help but note the slight dark tone his chuckle carried and shivered excitedly. If you read his signs right, you were in for a night: A toy to get his frustration out.

Max turned to the waiter who was patiently listening to your conversation from the beginning. “Can we get a Tiramisu to go and the check, please?” The waiter nodded and left.

“To go? I thought we’d have it here,” you said, surprised. Max hummed.

“Nah,” he murmured, his eyes were fixated on you hungrily. Your breath hitched. “We’re gonna have it after I tire you out and need you to get energetic again for me.” You pressed your thighs together at his words.

“O-okay,” you stammered. Max smirked.

The waiter returned quickly. There was a small paper bag and a small box. Max paid the check without even looking at the total and took the bag from the waiter. He stood up from his seat and helped you get up. Both of you walked towards the exit. You grabbed your coats, foregoing to wear it, and walked towards the car with Max’s hand on the small of your back.

You got in the car with the help of Max. You watched him putting the paper bag and the coats he took from you on the backseat before sliding in. He started the engine, and you started to glide through the roads like butter on a hot pan.

“Take your panties off,” he ordered quietly. Breath hitching again, you did as he ordered with quick movements of your fingers. Then, he took one hand off of the wheel and brought his fingers to you mouth. “Wet them. Thoroughly.” Knowing what was his plan, you took his fingers into your mouth and sucked on them hard, covering them with so much of your spit that you were practically drooling. The obscenely wet sounds were making you drip between your legs.

Max pulled his fingers out of your mouth and immediately moved it between your legs. His long and thick fingers slid between your outer lips and sank into you in one smooth move. You gasped. Your legs spread on their own, head thrown a little back and your hand grasped his wrist not to stop him but to keep him there.

Max briefly turned his head to you and saw the bliss on your face as he moved his fingers in and out of you. “So fuckin’ wet,” he whispered. “Didn’t even need to get you to wet my fingers, did I, bunny?” You shook your head. Max hummed darkly.

You vaguely felt the sharp turn and didn’t even notice that Max parked into an empty alley. He pushed his seat a little back to have more room. Then, he turned his body to yours, switching hands. You moaned pitifully at the loss of his fingers no matter how brief it was. Max shushed you. He put the fingers he pulled out of you into his own mouth, tasting your juices and cleaning them, while sliding another pair of fingers into you.

You whimpered. Max’s eyes moved from your face to your breasts. He leaned forward to free them from your shirt and your bra so that he could took a nipple in his mouth. Your mouth dropped open for a silent scream while your hand buried itself into his hair. He hummed. His fingers were moving in and out of you at a mad pace. The sound of your wet pussy was filling the car, probably messing up the seat and your skirt, but neither of you cared.

“Fuck,” you whined. “Max, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He sucked on your nipple harder, added some teeth and hollowed his cheeks. Your hips bucked up, trying desperately to get more of his fingers into your weeping pussy. Max groaned softly. His free hand undid his belt and his pants’ button.

Max pulled off, releasing your nipple and pulling his fingers out, he leaned back on his seat. “Grab a condom,” he ordered you. Your fingers immediately went where you always put extra condoms on and grabbed one. “Hop on, bunny, and prove me that you’re a real bunny, hm?”

With shaky hands, you put the condom on his hard as steel cock. Then, you carefully twisted inside the car, straddled his thighs and grasped his cock to line him up. You slowly sank down on him. Your moans echoed in the small space. Your bodies were so close that you were practically sharing your oxygen. You could see the button of his shirt against your bare breasts.

“Move,” he grunted. You rose on your knees and dropped down. Max gasped softly. His hands went on your waist, gripping the fabric bunched up there. “Come on, bunny.”

Whimpering, you started to move properly. You leaned forward a bit, resting your bare chest against his clothed one, and started moving your hips. Your thighs were smacking on top of his, creating this obscene sound that got you moaning. Max’s hands tightened around your waist as he helped you ride him: He lifted your higher, dropped your harder and managed to get deeper.

Your breasts swayed in front of his face and hips and pussy messed the hell out of his pants, but he didn’t care. All it mattered to him was to own you, and that was exactly what he was doing, dammit.

His thumb found your clit. You let out a squeal at the contact and buried your face into his neck. Your hips were still bouncing, pussy grinding against the fabric, but the thumb on your clit was adding intensity to everything, and it was getting harder to move the way you were.  Max swirled his finger, flicked on the small bundle of nerves and moved it in circles. Your thighs started to shake.

“Max─” You gasped. Your mouth was dry, and no noise came out of your when you came on his cock. Max swore loudly as he thrusted up with a pace that was hard and unforgiving. A couple seconds later, he buried a groan into your chest, biting down on your breast and filled the condom.

Both of you stayed like that, trying to get your breathing in order. You were wrapped around each other. Max’s cock was still slightly throbbing into you while your pussy weakly clenched around him. He lifted you up slowly, sliding out of you, and helped you sit back on your seat. You looked at him lazily. He pulled his briefs and pants up quickly before moving to clean you up.

Max could be sweet when he wanted to, and this was one of those times.

He peppered kisses all over your face as he cleaned between your thighs and helped you get into your panties. Then, he grabbed his coat from the backseat.

“Rest until we get home. Then, I’m fucking you through our mattress,” he said. You hummed approvingly; sleep wasn’t too far away from you.

“Okay,” you murmured. “Are you going to tell me what got you into this mood?” You asked him sleepily. Max looked at you sharply for a second before smoothly getting out of his parking position. He turned the wheel and got on the road again.

“Sandra is back,” he murmured, and you understood. You lifted yourself up from your seat briefly and kissed him on the lips sweetly and passionately when he stopped at the red light.

“I’m here for you,” you told him. Max looked at you with his pretty blue eyes. They were shining a little different tonight, you realized, but they were still hauntingly beautiful. “Whatever you need.” He smiled widely.

“I know, bunny,” he whispered, and then kissed you again. “I only have you.” You let out a soft, broken sound. He shrugged and kissed you one last time before taking off. “You’re the only one I have.”

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

I own you | Max Burnett

Pairing -> Max Burnett x female!Reader

Summary -> Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, dark themes, kind of kidnapping, mention of drugs, Smut, fingering (fem!receiving), praises, daddy kink, degradation, slapping on the thigh, bit of breeding kink, possessive Max

Wordcount -> 1.4k

Request -> For your 1K Followers Special, I have a Max Burnett request with the prompts “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” and “You will obey.” Also can you add a daddy kink to it please. Thank you in advance and take your time🩵 @sergeantbarnessdoll

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request, Max with those prompts and daddy kink has to be possessive. I hope you like what I wrote with those prompts. My requests are open or feel free to join my 1k-Follower Special.

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Max Burnett helped you out when the woman wanted to bring you back to the therapy you needed to start because of drugs a few years ago. He paid the woman and took you with him, and now you’re there, in his house, in your own room, waiting for him to come and bring you to the kitchen.

You’re still not sure how to react around the older man, but he has something that you like. But he paid for you and doesn’t let you leave the house or the room without him by your side. That’s the reason you’re sitting on your bed, reading the book you thought could be the most interesting.

“Good morning,” he says with a low voice when he opens the door of the room and smiles at you.

“Morning,” you mumble, looking at him.

Max smiles and walks a step to the side so you can get out of the room. You get up slowly and stretch yourself before you walk towards him. He follows every movement, making sure you won’t freak out and run away, out of the room and through the house.

“I’m not running away,” you say, rolling your eyes and waiting on the floor for him to lead you to the kitchen.

“You can’t run away. I own you.”

That’s the moment you groan annoyed and look up at him, his hand immediately holding you by your shoulder and pressing you against the wall. Max's face is just inches away from yours, his body pressed against yours while he leans closer, his jaw clenched, and his eyes staring down into yours.

“Don’t push the limits with your behavior; you will learn to do what I want you to do; you will obey,” he hisses through gritting teeth.

You feel suddenly so small with him towering over you, his hands on your shoulder, while he presses you against the hard wall behind you. You shiver slightly before you drop your head, and Max laughs darkly before his grip loosens on your shoulders.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you mumble, almost not audible.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he says, his tone cold.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

He smiles before he shows his hand to the kitchen and lets you walk in front of him. You can almost feel his body against you, his eyes staring at you, following the smallest movement you’re making.

You look around, smiling when you see the breakfast he made on the table. With a few more steps, you walk closer to the table and take a seat, waiting until he sits opposite you. When you start eating, you look at him every once in a while.

“Max?”

“Mhm.”

“Will you hurt me?” your voice is quiet, your eyes fixing him, while your bottom lip softly trembles and your hand shakes.

The expression on his face immediately changes from a cold one to a soft one. Max hasn’t looked at you in such a soft and loving way before, but you could definitely get used to it. He smiles softly when he pushes his chair back and gets up from it to walk around the table and get on his knees in front of you. Max grips your hands softly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the backs of your hands. Then he looks into your eyes, smiling a bit more.

“I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. I love you; I take care of you,” he says.

“Y-you can’t love me yet?” you ask a bit unsure of how he reacts when you say that.

“I can, and I do. And you will too,” Max tells you, smirking.

One of his hands lets go of your hand, and he slides it along your thigh. His fingers caress over the soft skin of your leg before he reaches your pants and lets his hand slip underneath them. Your eyes widen softly when you look at his hand, which is now underneath the fabric of your short pants, stroking your thigh softly.

“Max-“ you whimper, unsure how to feel with his hand so close to your throbbing cunt.

“Do you want me to continue?”

You nod your head softly until he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you swallow harshly.

“Yes, please.”

Max smirks; his fingers rub small circles on your clit, while he doesn’t even dare to look away from your face for a second. You moan softly, moving your hips to get more friction. He pushes your pants to the side and guides his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, more.”

You sound so desperate, whining for him, for his fingers, and probably soon for his thick cock, which is already growing in his pants. Max slips one of his fingers into you, curling it. Then he pulls them out of you and repeats it. Your walls are clenching around his finger, and you throw your head back while you moan shamelessly.

"Max, pl-“ he interrupts with a sharp smack on your inner thigh.

“You will call me 'Daddy', huh? You’re Daddy’s little slut. Be my good girl, babe,” he says, groaning when you grip his hair to ground yourself.

“Daddy, faster.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. Max adds another finger to your tight hole and pushes them deep and fast into you. He still admires your face, the way your eyes are almost closed, your lips are parted, and your cheeks are slightly red. His blue eyes look so soft when he brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing it, and then he slides his thumb into your mouth.

You clench around his fingers; the pleasure in your belly grows, and you can feel your orgasm being close. Max can say it too, and he speeds up, hitting all the right places and making you moan loudly. He smirks, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and gripping your jaw. You look at him, trying to throw your head back again, but he holds you in place.

“I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum,” he says, demanding.

“Please- Daddy, I’m so close.”

“So desperate. My little cock slut, only mine. Tell me, tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” you whine.

Max groans, curling his fingers inside of you again. He would like to have his fingers buried inside of you for a while longer, but he would prefer to let you cum and carry you into his bedroom to give himself some release too.

“You’re right, my sweet little girl,” he says. “You’re such a good girl for me, so cum, now. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on my fingers, and then I will fuck you. Fill you with my seeds so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your grip on his hair tightens, and when you cry out, you cum all over his fingers. Your walls are clenching, pulling him deeper inside of you while he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm. He hits every spot inside of you, which makes you moan and whine even more. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy when you slowly calm down from your high.

“You did so well for me. Now you will give Daddy a thank you for letting you cum and allowing you to make a mess on my fingers," Max says.

He removes his fingers, which are soaked with your wetness, and looks at them. You can’t stop yourself from moaning when you see the admiring way he looks at his fingers and your cum all over them. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth and pushes his fingers between his lips. Max uses his tongue to clean them, circling his tongue around his fingers and groaning at your taste. When he slips his fingers out of his mouth, he stands up and towers over you, leaning closer until he captures your lips with his and kisses you deeply and passionately. Then he lifts you up and carries you into his bedroom.

“I love you, babe,” he says.

“I love you too, daddy,” you mumble, smiling, while he looks with his soft blue eyes and a big smirk across his face into your eyes and kisses your lips again. He is obsessed with you, and he can’t wait to see every inch of your body and finally breed you so you’re his and everyone will see that you belong to him.

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My Good Girl » Max Burnett

Pairings: Max Burnett x Female Reader

Summary: Max rewards you for being a good girl.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, daddy kink, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Did you get me my money?” Max asks the second you walked through the door.

“Yes I did.” You say, walking towards him.

You put the duffle bag that’s full of money on the table and stood in front of him patiently, watching as he counted the money.

“You did great.” He compliments, looking at you. “Here’s your part.” He says, handing you a few stacks of money.

“Thank you, Max.” You say, taking the money from his hand.

You were about the walk away to change out of the dress you’re wearing, but Max grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“How about I reward you properly.” He suggests.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked curiously.

“Take a seat.” He says, patting his thighs.

You put your money on the table and sat on his lap, straddling him. Max’s hands found their place on your hips. He couldn’t help but admire your body in the dress. It hugged your curves in the best possible way. Max kissed your lips sweetly. The kiss quickly got heated. Your lips parted and he slid his tongue past your lips, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned against his lips. One of his hands left your hips, disappearing under your dress. His fingers rubbed your pussy through your wet panties. He moved your panties to the side. His fingers collected some of your wetness before circling your clit.

“Daddy…” You moaned, pulling away from his lips and tilted your head back.

“Tell me what you want, honey.” Max says, moving his lips down your jaw to your neck.

“Your fingers please.” You say politely and submissively.

“You remembered your manners. Good girl.” He says against your neck.

His teeth scraped along your skin before marking you up. His fingers found their way to your entrance, sliding two of them inside of you. Your hands grasped his shoulders as his two fingers stretched your pussy. His thumb rubbed your clit while his two fingers moved in and out of your cunt. His fingers almost immediately hit your sweet spot. You bucked your hips against his hand every time he curled his fingers.

“Tell me, baby…” Max almost whispers. “Did any other men touch what’s mine tonight?” He asks.

“No, daddy!” You answered. “You’re the only man who can touch me.” You say in a whiny voice.

“That’s right.” He curled his fingers inside of you, making you arch your back in pleasure. “I’m the only man who can touch you, especially like this.” He says almost possessively, moving his fingers faster.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you tilted your head back. Max put his free hand on your back to steady you so you didn’t fall. Your hands clutched his shirt as the pleasure took over your body.

“Oh yes! Fuck, daddy!” You moaned.

“That’s it.” He cooes softly. “Keep moaning my name like the good girl I know you are.” He says in almost a whisper.

“Daddy…” You moaned more in a whimper. “I-I want your cock.” You tell him.

“If you want my cock, you’re going to cum on my fingers first like a good girl and then I’ll give you my cock.” He says.

Max slid a third finger beside the other two, stretching your pussy a little more. His thumb applied more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, feeling your orgasm build up. Your legs began to shake a little.

“Daddy!” You whimpered. “Can I cum please?” You asked politely, almost begging.

“Cum for me, baby.” Max says.

A loud moan of his name left your lips as you came on his fingers, soaking them. Max gave your clit one last rub before pulling his fingers out of your pussy and licking your juices off of them. He held eye contact with you as he did so. When he was done, he gave you a sweet kiss.

“You did such a good job tonight, baby.” He praises. “Go to our bedroom and I’ll be there in a minute to give you more of your reward.” He says.

“Yes, daddy.” You say submissively.

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[eddiemuonson]

Give it to Me - Max Burnett x f! Reader

Summary: You and Max Burnett only meet for sex, but this time something is different. He called you, asking to meet him at his expensive apartment, because he had something for you. This is inspired on Gorilla by Bruno Mars. (You can play the song if you'd like)

Warning: 18+ smutt, explicit sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, minors DNI

Word count: 2.3k

Oh I got a bottle full of liquor with a cocaine

Kicker and I'm feeling like I'm thirty feet tall

So lay it down, lay it down

Max opened the door of his apartment for you, he rested his shoulder on the door frame, wearing a plain white shirt, sweatpants and a Rolex on his wrist. He gave you space to get in, and you left your purse on the table. You noticed he was holding a glass of liquor, half-full, his nose was red, and he was sniffing.

You knew what that meant and stared at his coffee table, a few stripes of cocaine had just been inhaled. Burnett felt like he was floating as the drug was kicking in. Without hesitation, he crashed his lips into yours desperately, pulling your hair with one hand while holding your hip with the other.

He led you to his living room and lay you on his carpet, getting rid of the glass. Still exploring your mouth with his tongue, you felt your stomach sink with the taste of the alcohol in his mouth.

He was drugged and drunk, but he still managed to treat you nicely and carefully. You pulled a strand of his hair out of his face and stared at his blue eyes, darkened after spending the last hour sipping and sniffing. He started to remove the shoulder straps of your dress, stroking your skin with tenderness.

Max didn't care to spend time there and just pushed the fabric down until your breasts came off. You heard him groan in an undertone, his eyes fulfilling with lust while his pupils dilated. He pulled one of your nips in his mouth while cupping the other with a cold hand, the touch made you shiver. He was nipping your skin with furor, making sloppy noises while sucking on it and kissing it.

He was rubbing his thumb on your other nipple, and you made muffled kitty noises under him. Burnett felt his cock throb inside his boxers and kept devouring your skin raw. Max started making a trail on your stomach, leaving love bites and kisses all over your body through your dress until he reached one of your thighs.

He only lifted the dress, unbothered to undress you. You noticed his eyes were red and had this lustful gaze you've never seen before. He made sure to mark your skin, and he squeezed it between his teeth before tearing your lingerie apart with them, and it made you squint.

He looked at you one more time before pulling your legs up to the ceiling, holding them before digging his face into your cunt. You used his shoulders to rest your legs and pressed them together as you felt a long strap of licking of his tongue into your folds.

Max didn't even have to use his saliva as you were so wet, so he used your own juices to make his way into your clit. He spent all his time and gave all his attention to your tiny button, biting and sucking the hell out of it, humming under his moans.

You got your legs up in the sky with the devil in your eyes

Let me hear you say you want it all

Say it now, say it now

You grabbed his hair with both hands while making loud noises, squirming and rolling your hips into his lips. Your brows furrowed, and your eyes widened as soon as you felt two of his fingers thrust between your walls without warning. Max knew better than yourself, that was one of your favorite kinks. Legs up spread, cunt open and wet for him to abuse you as much as he wanted.

But it was different today, he was thirty feet tall and wanted to fuck you mindless. He curled his fingers and found your sweet spot, groaning while eating you whole, his mouth making snap sounds over your clit. You pulled his hair and started thrusting into his face every time he would finger fuck you deeper, feeling intoxicated by the way he was eating and touching you this time.

He didn't want to stop until you came for him, he wanted to feel you pulsate under him until you beg him to stop. "I want it all of you, Max", you whispered, out of breath. You were feeling faint by the way you were trying to inhale all the air, but couldn't wrap your head around it. Your cunt was soaping his fingers, and the sloppy sound it was making let Burnett almost cum inside his boxers.

"That feel good, huh? You like it that way, my little slut?", he breathed into your skin, sucking hard on your clit. You arched your back on the carpet, and he sped up his pace. "I'm going to make you cum like you never did before".

This time everything was different. He usually wasn't romantic, but he liked vanilla sex sometimes as well. He wouldn't call you pet names, either, but it's not like he didn't like rough sex like that. The way he was eating you out for minutes gave you the realization he was willing to make you his sex doll. And you didn't care, because you didn't have a relationship.

Look what you doing, look what you done

But in this jungle you can't run

'Cause what I got for you

I promise is a killer, you'll be banging on my chest

Bang bang, gorilla

It was always pure lust, you knew he worked as a con, and you never agreed with that. He never needed you to accept it, though. You two met in the weirdest day, after he got all the money he was working on to have, you bumped into him. He dropped the bag, and it was heavy as fuck, you tried to pick it up, but he didn't let you.

Even after that, he learned in his gut he wanted to see you again. But he didn't trust anyone, he thought you'd eventually lie to him and take his money. He was obviously greedy as fuck when it came to money, and you only found out about what he did what he did because he let it slip away once.

You hated it at first, you didn't want to keep fucking some nonsense man who would fuck people over for money. But you liked him either way, you liked the way the treated you, even though you weren't sure what it was you had.

Yeah I got a fistful of your hair

But you don't look like you're scared

You're just smiling tell me daddy it's yours

'Cause you know how I like it use a dirty little lover

When Max sucked you harder, you snapped out of your thoughts with a loud moan and broke down, squeezing his head between your thighs, juicing his fingers. Trembling under his touch. You were panting, and your release grew bigger as he kept fingering you. You tried to hold his head back so he could stop overstimulating you, but he didn't.

He grabbed your legs from his shoulders and spread you open for him, leaving a large trace of his tongue into your folds, licking every drop of your liquid, savoring your taste between his teeth. It made you gasp for air as your walls kept throbbing even though you had just come for him. Burnett felt lightheaded when he stared at you, while sucking on his fingers still tasting you, humming.

He quickly dropped his sweatpants and his boxers, his cock slapped his stomach and he pulled you closer, turning you on your stomach, so you were on your fours for him. It didn't take long until he was fully inside you, his length being squeezed by your walls while he was throbbing inside you. He got a fistful of your hair on one hand while holding your ass with the other, whispering disjointed words close to your ear.

You felt his cock hitting your cervix and you whined his name, riding him. You could feel Max grunting and pulling your hair back until you rested your head on his shoulder. He managed to bite your jawline, leaving wet kisses around your neck, sucking on your shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good and tight", his voice was husky, and it sounded like a lullaby in your ear. He was rocking his hips on you so hard your skin was making loud noises through his loft. Max didn't let go of your hair and only pulled it harder, proving to you he had you wrapped around his fingers.

He made you groan when you felt his other hand rocking against your ass, and loved the sound you make when you get hit. He slapped your ass a few more times, thrusting into you until his tip reached your cervix.

"Oh, daddy. Yes, right there. Give it to me, you motherfucker", you purred under him and you felt his cock pulsate inside you. He just kept slapping your ass, amused to watch it giggle, and sped up his pumps.

He only stopped giving attention to your ass to grab you around your neck with a tight grip and hummed in your ear. He was feeling blissful and his eyes were burning with pleasure while fucking you mindless. "They're coming after me", he said. "I want to see you cum for me before they get here".

If the neighbors call the cops, call the sheriff

Call the swat we don't stop

We keep rocking while they knocking on our door

And you're screaming give it to me baby

Give it to me motherfucker

You thought he was delirious, his sex was feral and he was still holding his orgasm for long minutes. You weren't sure he was sober after all the alcohol and cocaine. You tried to ask who, but he continued. "I got betrayed, they turned me in". In between his words, all you could hear was his hips rocking against your ass and you were feeling too tired already.

"Let me fuck you right, baby", he said, gasping. He was almost out of breath and the air around you felt too thin. You changed positions, sighing so loud when you felt your core empty without his cock, and laid him on the carpet. Burnett was still holding his look at you with a different gaze. You sunk on him quickly, smashing against his thighs, and he groaned louder than ever.

You got closer to him, crashing your lips together, navigating through his tongue, and he cupped your face. You were riding him as fast as you could and he willingly thrusted into you further as if it would be possible to. You broke the kiss, holding his face with one hand. "What's gonna happen to you?". His balls were hitting you so hard it was making noises.

"I don't know, and I don't give a fuck. I just want to fuck you until I pass out", he breathed against your lips. You started twisting your moves around his cock, and he gasped, closing his eyes and hitting his head against the floor. "Fuck, you're so good".

You were fucking each other for several minutes when you heard footsteps in the hallway. He was right, they were coming for him. He also noticed the cops were approaching and quickly fucked you harder, his tip hitting your cervix as you started to clench around his length.

You were both giving each other wet kisses, exploring each other's tongues as your orgasm started hitting you like a grenade was exploding inside your body. You held your scream at the same time they started knocking on his door, asking for him. You were still trembling inside him, and Max was lustfully getting his own peak and he exploded inside you, splashing his cum around your walls.

He didn't care he was making a noise, he didn't care he so deliciously moaned as loud as he could, and he held your waist so tight it could break you.

I bet you never ever felt so good, so good

I got your body trembling like it should, it should

You'll never be the same baby once I'm done with you

You were still sitting on top of him when they started banging the door one more time. He took his time, cupping your face once again and kissing you, licking your lower lip with passion almost. He throbbed inside you, it was difficult for him to let you go, but it was time.

When you got up you felt dizzy, your heart was racing, your body was all sweaty and your head pounded. You fixed your dress, looking at Burnett as he was pulling his sweatpants up. You only now figured out why he didn't take his clothes off. He knew they were coming, it was only going to slow him down.

"Max Burnett, open the fucking door or we'll break it", the cop yelled. He looked at you, walked to a black bag and handed it to you. "I'm coming, I was in the shower", he said, never leaving your gaze.

As you opened the bag, you found yourself staring at a pile of money. "What is this?", you whispered. "Are you fucking insane?".

"I can't have it anyway. Take good care of it, make good use of it. There's a million dollars there", he explained, simply. "Now go. There's a backdoor close to my suite. I'll find you soon".

He gave you one last kiss as you headed to the backdoor he talked about. You didn't want to meet his eyes before you left. You didn't want to see him turning himself, but it's what he wanted to do. You watched as he opened the door and then immediately got handcuffed, looking forward. If he looked your way, he would be giving you up to them. Worse than that, he would give up turning himself in instead of running away with you.

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[blackleatherjacketz]

Lucky Guess

Max Burnett x Female Reader

Summary: Waiting on your date, you run into Max, a handsome stranger at the bar. Things turn out better than you ever could have imagined... or did they?

Warnings:18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Emotional Manipulation, Con Men, Max Being Charming, Alcohol, Threats of Violence, Hand-Holding, Kissing, Biting, Face-Holding, Max Undressing You, Suggested Voyeurism, Vaginal Sex, Outercourse?, Hotel Sex, Woman On Top, Soft Dom/Sub Themes, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 3.8K+

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A jazz quartet plays a random selection of top forty hits in the corner of the hotel bar, the tunes barely recognizable as the drums and saxophone echo off the dark, sleek walls of the four star establishment. You look at your watch for the third time in ten minutes, stealing a glance toward the glass door of the restaurant’s entryway as you decide to settle into the bar stool that’s just a little too tall for your liking.

“A glass of moscato, please,” you tell the bartender as he makes his way over to you. You decide that you can at least stay a while and enjoy yourself even if your date has lost his chance to buy you dinner by showing up late.

“Sure thing, doll.” The bartender winks with a snap as he points at you, turning in the direction of the back room where all the chilled wine must be kept.

You fold the drink menu in on itself, pushing it away from you with a heavy sigh, wondering how this man who was so eager to ask you out last week could have possibly forgotten to meet you here. A younger version of yourself might linger on those thoughts a little longer, might over analyze every text message and phone call in between your first meeting and now, but you don’t have time for all that. You only have a select amount of nights to yourself, a few precious moments away from your kids and your job, a much needed break from the chaos that crowds your mind. You’ll be damned if you waste one of those highly coveted nights on someone who can’t respect you enough to prioritize your time.

“One glass of moscato!” The bartender returns from the back room, holding your glass of wine at the base before setting it in front of you. He points at you again before gesturing toward the cash register. “Keep it open?”

“Sure,” you nod, pulling out your card and sliding it over the countertop as he pushes the glass of wine toward you. “Why not?”

“You bet.” He grins, tossing a fresh towel over his shoulder as he palms your debit card. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Sure thing,” you smile, tracing the rim of the glass with your fingers before picking it up.

“How late is he?” The man who sits down next to you asks, chasing his question with a long draught of his cocktail as he adjusts his weight, turning in his stool to face you.

“Excuse me?” You look over as you take your first sip of wine, it’s tartness brushing over your taste buds as you notice just how attractive he is. His dark hair and chiseled features instantly send a trickle of butterflies into your stomach as the words ‘devilishly handsome’ come to mind. There’s something you can’t quite put your finger on, something about him that’s different, dangerous.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you staring at your watch for the past fifteen minutes.” He swallows another mouthful of alcohol, bringing his glass down in front of him before setting it down on the counter. “A woman like you could only be waiting on one of three things.”

“A woman like me, huh?” You lead, raising an eyebrow. “And what would those be?” You find yourself subconsciously turning into him, eager to hear his theories about what could have possibly brought you here tonight.

“One,” he smiles wide when he notices you looking at him, blue eyes sparkling as he grasps onto his glass with a laugh. “You’re having an affair and you don’t want to be found out, that’s why you’re meeting him at a hotel bar instead of a restaurant. But he’s running late, and that window of opportunity before your husband comes home from that business trip is closing fast.” He brings his glass up to his lips, pointing at you with its rim.

You crack a smile with his unfounded prediction before taking a congratulatory sip of your wine, the carbonation wrinkling your nose as you try not to laugh. “And your next guess?”

“Alright.” He leans into you with a smirk, making a point to reach over your shoulder as he takes his time hovering over the bowl of cherries behind the counter. You try your best not to get lost in the scent of his cologne as it surrounds you; the deep, smoky notes of cedarwood drawing you in as he exposes his neck before finally grabbing the stem of the fruit that suits his fancy.

“Two,” he continues his speech, leaning back in his seat before dropping the cherry into his drink. “You’re not married, but you’re still meeting someone here. Nothing serious of course, just drinks. Maybe a first or second date, but he’s more than a little late, and you’re thinking he might even be standing you up.” He glances at the empty doorway before looking back at you, his eyes traveling up and down your figure before finally settling in on your lips.

“And the third option?” Another modest sip of your wine.

“You’re just thirsty.” He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek with a tilt of his head as a sudden heat rushes into your chest. “And you’re waiting to see how long it will take for a handsome stranger to come up and offer to buy you a drink.”

You hold his gaze as you tip the bottom of your wine glass into the air, swallowing a bigger swig of it before setting it down on the napkin between you. “A handsome stranger, huh?” You smirk, enjoying the rare feeling of being actively pursued as his eyes work together with the alcohol to warm you up from the inside. “Those are some pretty wild theories.”

“Hey!” A third party’s voice interrupts your back and forth, drawing your attention to the man who was supposed to meet you here over twenty minutes ago. He doesn’t look flushed or worried, not maimed or disheveled as he approaches the bar at a slow, unbothered pace. “I lost track of time, but I’m glad you’re still here.” He looks at your new friend for a split second before he begins unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“What are you doing?” You spin around to face him fully, your back now facing the bar.

“We have a date.” He unfastens his button as he looks at you. “I’m gonna order a drink.”

“We had a date, yeah,” you look down at your watch, noticing that your conversation with the stranger has made time pass by a little quicker than you thought. “That was at six o’clock. It’s now six thirty.” You cross your legs together in your stool, watching his face drop in disbelief.

“I told you, I lost track of time.” He looks over at the stranger, his hand still nervously holding onto his suit jacket before focusing back on you. “You’re not really going to be like this, are you?”

“Be like what?” You double down, keeping your tone as cold as possible. “Expect a courtesy call or text if you’re running late? A telegraph or smoke signal at the very least?”

“I told you, I lost track of time.”

“I didn’t hear an apology anywhere in there.” You look to your new friend who seems to be utterly rapt with your interaction. “Did you?”

“No.” He shakes his head without missing a beat, hiding a smirk behind his glass.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Josh, but you lost your window about twenty minutes ago.” You fold your arms across your chest as his features contort with anger.

“Who the hell’s this guy, then, anyways?” He points to the stranger, the veins in his neck bulging as he steps closer to the both of you. “You move on that quick? Huh? Whore?”

Before you’re even able to respond, the man sitting next to you steps out of his chair, towering over your would-be date in the most menacing stance you’ve ever seen before in your life. You allow him to take charge for a moment, your feeble attempts at cutting your interaction short failing to get the job done. “The lady made it pretty clear she wants you to leave.” His dark tone is practically unrecognizable from the light and airy conversation you were having before.

Your date stares at the stranger, slowly stepping backwards as his anger visibly morphs into fear. Droplets of sweat begin to form at his temples, racing down the sides of his face as he nods his head, almost as if there are some unspoken words between them to finally get the message across. He looks at you one more time, muttering the word ‘bitch’ or something like it before turning on his heel to make his hasty exit.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him as he takes his seat back next to you, sighing in relief as he swivels in his stool.

“Yeah well, some men only respond to the presence of another man.” He runs a hand through his hair and tosses the rest of his drink back, motioning for the bartender to get him another. “You okay?”

“I think I’ll survive, thanks.” You follow suit and finish your glass of wine, smiling at his instinctive act of chivalry.

“So I was right,” he picks up your previous conversation, leaning his elbow against the bar to face you again as another glass of moscato appears in your peripheral vision. “It was number two.”

“Lucky guess.” You scoff, wrapping your fingers around the base as he attempts to lighten the mood.

“Well I figured it couldn’t be number one, there’s no ring on your finger.” He reaches out and touches your hand, loosening its grip on your glass as his fingertips begin massaging your palm. “Unless you’re just not wearing it tonight.” He bites his lower lip as his thumb brushes over your barren ring finger, his pupils expanding as he pulls you in a little closer.

“I’m not married, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.” You whisper as the space between you closes, his scent now swimming through your senses as he continues massaging your hand.

“That’s good.” He leans in to properly study your face as he squeezes your hand affectionately, his thumb exciting the tiny hairs on the back of your hand. “I’m not married, either.”

“That’s good.” You repeat back to him, wondering just how skilled the rest of his fingers might be.

“Yeah?” He lets go of your finger and leans back in his seat, those crystal blue eyes of his never leaving your face as he sighs to part his lips in a real, genuine smile. “Any chance that number three is still an option?”

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The view from his hotel room is absolutely stunning, the street lamps and office buildings of New York City illuminating the night sky for miles in front of you as his hand gently squeezes the base of your neck. You hadn't done anything like this in years, hadn’t tossed your inhibitions to the wind in exchange for a night of attention and pleasure with a complete stranger. Your life was so structured, so compartmentalized that you had to meticulously schedule a night to be free, a night to feel anything at all, and he’s been generous enough to offer you an entire range of those feelings. You smile at your translucent reflection as his other hand finds its way onto your hip, pulling you back just enough to feel him flush against you, his lips just barely touching the shell of your ear.

“I can’t believe that guy was stupid enough to blow a chance with you.” He whispers, tracing his fingers down your spine to the zipper of your dress.

“Well, they can’t all be winners.” You shrug as he starts to unzip it, taking his time pulling the fabric apart as he breathes against your neck, forcing you to inhale quickly in response.

“No, they can’t.” He kisses a trail down your neck as a cascade of goose flesh follows, the zipper stopping just shy of your tailbone as he exposes your back. His kisses deepen into the nape of your neck as he removes his other hand from your hip, smoothing it up your back to push the straps off of your torso. You finally exhale as the black cloth leaves your body, silently falling onto the floor as his mouth moves onto your shoulders, his lips parting just enough to taste your skin as it shivers beneath his touch.

“These windows are so big, anybody walking by could see us.” Your insecurities rear their ugly head as he kisses his way down your shoulder blade and lower back, getting onto his knees for better access to the rest of your body.

“Then let them watch,” he mutters matter of factly against your bare ass, barely covered by the lace thong you're sporting as he pulls it down over your hips, playfully nipping at the skin just above your thigh.

You gasp at the intensity of his bite, relishing in the feeling of warmth his mouth and hands send into your core as his lips cover nearly every inch of your legs. You hold onto that breath, letting it expand in your chest as he slides your underwear over your knees, past your calves and onto the floor. He lets them drop without a word, his lips peppering slow, affectionate kisses onto your skin before squeezing his fingers against your ankles and into the arch of your foot. One by one, he lifts your feet up and out of your heels, watching you step over the crumpled fabric of your dress now pooled around them before running his hands up and down your legs as you turn around to face him.

The city lights cast such a beautiful hue on his handsome face, highlighting his cheekbones and darkening his eyes as they look up at you from his position on the floor. You reach out to touch him as his hands remain on your calves, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as his eyelids close for a brief second. You can’t believe how lucky you are to have reached this moment with him, wondering how much your luck would have changed if your date had shown up on time.

“Matching lingerie,” his words interrupt your thoughts as his eyes open back up, locking onto yours. “It’s almost as if you wanted someone to see.” His lips curl into a smirk with his teasing tone, his breath warming a path up your body as he rises to his feet, just barely brushing his palms over your thighs and hips on his way back up.

“Well, you can never be too prepared,” you start to rationalize your wardrobe choices to him before his hands slide up your stomach and back, stopping once they find the hook of your bra.

“Oh, I’m not complaining.” He brings his lips closer to yours as he works to unfasten it, pulling the restrictive bodice down your arms and dropping it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. “I’m just glad I’m the one who gets to see it.”

The phantom flavor of whiskey mixes in with the sweet aftertaste of wine as your lips part to welcome his, gasping as his hands graze over your newly exposed breasts. You can feel your nipples harden against his palms as they curve to cup around them, lightly squeezing before smoothing up your chest and neck to cradle your face and savor your kiss. He pulls back just enough to glance down at your lips again, pausing for what seems like an eternity before looking over at the armchair in the corner of the room. He kisses you again, this time a little deeper, a little longer before gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs as he pulls his hands off of your face, reluctantly breaking contact.

“I’m Max, by the way.” He whispers his belated introduction, slowly turning away from you to head toward the chair as he begins unbuttoning his own dress shirt.

Jesus Christ, have you been that enamored by him that you really forgot to ask him that? His fucking NAME? You watch him pull the tails of his shirt out of his waistline, shrugging it off his shoulders to reveal a body just as chiseled as the features of his face. Goddamn it, you’re in trouble. You can feel a bit of moisture start to collect between your thighs as you stare at him, hearing your own voice instinctively recite your name out loud as he makes his way over to the chair, undoing his belt and pants.

“Now we’re no longer strangers,” he starts, winking as he pushes his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes, backing up to sit down on the empty chair that faces you.

“Am I? Do I? Umm… thank you.” You stare at his naked silhouette, the sheer sight of him tying a knot into your stomach as he settles into the armchair, your whole body tensing in anticipation. “You look… good, you look umm…” you stammer as you watch him spit on his palm, slowly gripping himself in the darkness as he silently takes you in.

“Come here.” He interrupts your brain’s mad scramble for words as he beckons you with his opposite hand, patting his thigh. “Take a seat.”

Your eyebrows dart into your hairline as you gawk at him, unable to reply as your throat dries up and your thighs rub together to contain the arousal nearly dripping between them. You watch him stroke himself in a grateful mixture of both desire and disbelief, forcing your muscles to move your body forward as you eagerly make your way toward him.

The fabric of the chair bends beneath your knees, its plastic blend cracking and pinching into your skin as you straddle his thighs, his mouth falling slack as you grab onto his shoulders for support. His other hand snakes its way up the back of your neck, fingers gripping onto your hair just tightly enough to control your body and guide your movements. He lowers your hips down as you roll them toward him, looking up at you as he carefully glides the head of his cock in between your folds, spreading your juices up and down your length.

“Right here?” You tease, nudging against him at the most delicious angle as his grip on your hair tightens with a slight moan from his lips.

“Yeah,” he mutters, eyelids fluttering shut as he tries his best to control his breathing, careful not to enter you just yet. He continues to coat himself with your arousal, pressing his tip against your bud as he opens his eyes to watch the rhythmic movements of your body in complete and utter awe. “Right there, just like that.”

“Okay.” You suck your breath in through your teeth as he brushes over your clit, showering your senses with dozens of little bursts of pleasure, each upward motion of his tip quickly countered by a downward thrust of your hips until all of those pulses finally build up inside of you. That ecstasy you so rarely get to experience heats to a boil, rising up in your blood until you can feel it race through every inch of your body. Every time he rubs himself against you, that pleasure acts like a drug, traveling further through your blood vessels and up into your heart and lungs. It spreads like oxygen through your circulatory system as it pulses through your arteries, giving your brain and body the intense high that you’ve been craving, the high that you’ve been needing.

You moan against his forehead as that blissful delight suddenly takes over, pushing through your veins and capillaries, saturating the very tissue of your muscles as it makes you shiver uncontrollably. You cry out as it works its way through you with each beat of your heart, feeding every organ, vessel and nerve with a pulse of euphoria that violently rattles itself into your bones. You arch your back as your thighs quake against the chair’s armrest, pulling his head into your chest until there's nothing left to fuel your cells, nothing left to hold you up as your muscles momentarily fail, lowering your hips down onto his.

He groans as you sink down onto him, pushing himself up inside of your heat, feeling you shudder and spasm around his cock before he’s even lifted his hips up off the chair. He grins into the delicate skin of your chest, holding on tightly to the back of your head as he continues to bury himself deeper into you. All sense of restraint and control he’d practiced before seems to melt away with each consecutive thrust, his moans becoming more feral, more sporadic as he kisses his way up your neck and chin. He loses himself completely, kissing your lips with reckless abandon as he pulls your body down in one final blow, snapping his hips up against your thighs, suddenly spilling his release.

He grunts as he holds you close, each twitch and spasm of his pelvis coating your inner walls white as a trail of sweat runs down your chest and onto his. He grins as another wave of pleasure rolls through you, vibrating every cell in your body as it clenches your muscles around him, turning his grunt into a groan as he moans the extent of his orgasm into your lips. He kisses you harder as your fluids mix with his, the two of you moving together in a mesmerizing rhythm as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, scraping his teeth across your taste buds.

“You look so perfect when you come, you know that?” He whispers his praises into your mouth as his breathing slows, nipping at your bottom lip before kissing it again with a smirk.

“Uh huh.” You whine, barely able to put words together as your skin still tingles with the aftershock of your bliss. You hold his face in your hands as you kiss his lips, moving your mouth down to taste the sweaty skin of his jaw and neck before resting your head on his shoulder. “You do, too.”

“Yeah?” He holds himself inside you, running his hands up and down your back in an attempt to ease the process of coming down from the chemical high you both just shared. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look any more beautiful than when I first saw you downstairs, but this…” he kisses your hair, inhaling your scent. “This is better.”

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[sebstan2020]

Get Me My Money

Pairings: Max Burnett x Reader

Summary: There are consequences when you don’t get Max his money 

Warnings: Spanking, Light BDSM, Sir kink, Fingering, Dominant/Submissive, Orgasm Denial

His hand came smacking down onto your bare ass, the sound echoing in his apartment. You jerked forwards, gasping loudly and at the same time tugging on your hair that was wrapped around his other hand. His knees dug into your stomach as you were bent over his knee, panties thrown across the room, a boot between your feet keeping those long legs of yours apart so he had access to everything.

“Oww” you yelped as he spanked you again, this time harsher and he left his hand there for a second, fingers gripping the soft flesh of your ass. A sharp tug on your hair pulled your head back into position, exactly how he wanted you.

“Why am I punishing you?” Max ordered, his hand gently rubbing your ass, building up to the climax of bringing it back down again. Another spank slapped into the quiet room, your hisses and whimpers following.

“Because I didn’t get you your money” you whispered back.

This was all your fault. If you had just followed Max’s plan you would be $30,000 richer. But you didn’t and now look where you ended up. The con was a simple one as well. Classic rich guy spending the weekend away for work or so they like to tell their wives that and instead prey on young woman, taking them back to their hotel rooms and fucking them with no regard for their loved ones at home. This guy was a regular. Max had been scoping out the next victim for their con, taking care to listen to those around him while he sat at the bar drinking martini’s. Martin was his name. A typical wall street guy, earning over 100k and year and cheats on his wife every weekend, spending his money on booze, sex, drugs. A guy like that doesn’t deserve his money

Like Max always said, you can’t cheat an honest man and this guy was far from honest.

The set up was easy. Go in, get him to take you back, have him spend his money and when the time was right ditch him. But that didn’t go to plan. You thought you could get away with more. The bag was right there. While he was freshening up in the bathroom you tried to take the whole bag. But just as you were about to leave, he came out and caught you red handed. He couldn’t call the cops because of the cocaine he had lying on the coffee table and so he did the only thing he could and kicked you out, with nothing.

How you were going to explain this to Max you didn’t know and there was no second chance with this guy. All that work for nothing. He was surely going to be pissed. And he was. Which is how you ended up here, over his knee, ass out, taking your punishment.

“What did you do?” he said, bringing his palm down on your sore ass, which was now a shade of red, blotchy, and tingly.

“I didn’t follow your plan” you groaned, whimpering as he yanked your head up again, craning your neck and he spanked you again, harder this time, your legs starting to shake and quiver.

“That’s right, you didn’t follow the plan and look what you got us, nothing” another spank came, and you groaned loudly, taking a shaky breath in to breathe through the pain. Your ass was on fire now and you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“I’m sorry Max” you whispered, and another hard smack came down, his fingers hooking under your ass cheeks and gripping hard. A moan escaped from max, rubbing his palm over your ass and smirking. He was enjoying this, seeing you all sorry for yourself and begging for mercy.

“Who’s in control here?” he ordered.

“You are” you moaned, feeling your pussy start to tingle at his dominant tone.

“Who taught you everything?” his ego was boosted instantly, knowing his hold on you.

“You did” you whispered.

“I did” he grinned.

Suddenly his hand moved from your ass down to your pussy, rubbing his fingers along your wet folds, his index finger touching the tip of your clit, rubbing smoothly and the others sliding between your folds, gathering your juice. You moaned shakily, unable to control the pleasure, your legs shaking and desperately wanting to press together to feel the warmth between there. Max slowly leaned down, his lips inches from your ear, warm breath tickling you.

“You’re going to get me my money, aren’t you?” he teased, his fingers sliding deeper inside you, one finger dipping in and curling around, sending shocks through your body and whimpers of pleasure.

“Yes Sir” you replied softly, eyes rolling to the back of your head. The way this man had complete control over your body, just with his hands, sent you on a high no drug could ever fulfil.

“You’re going to do what I say?” he whispered in your ear, his teeth nipping at the top and pulling, earning a hard moan from you, fingers gripping into the carpet beneath you. His finger began to pump, wet noises sloshing between your folds, juices dripping down his hand, collecting in the palm and smearing against your thighs. The pleasure was erotic, taking complete control and bringing you to that sub space.

“Fuck” you said under your breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but the spank said differently.

“What did I say about cursing?” he whispered in your ear.

“I’m sorry” you breathed, unable to control the feelings inside you. Your legs were shaking now, bursting for an orgasm. You couldn’t hold it back any longer. His pumping increased, adding another one to the mix and his thumb pressing on the crook of your asshole, sending shocks further to your system.

“Oh please” you begged, his dark chuckle vibrating through your ear.

“What, what is it” he moaned.

“Please can I cum?” you pleaded, turning your head to face him, foreheads touching, eyes wide like a puppy, silently begging, lips parted and wet.

“Do you think you deserve to cum after you fucked up the mark” he tortured, eyes dark as he stared into you, and you whimpered. You didn’t want to say no but you knew you weren’t deserving of it.

“No” you whispered.

“You promise to do as I tell you, you follow my plan, my rules” his fingers were like a machine, your pussy tingling till it was numb.

“Yes Sir” you nodded quickly, lips quivering, back arching as the pleasure was becoming too much. Your toes curled into the carpet, your legs fighting against the large boot in between your legs keeping them apart so Max could pound his fingers deeper.

“Oh please” you whined, gasping for air as you couldn’t hold back any longer. And just as the orgasm was in sight, his fingers pulled out, that peak moment slowly fading down and lost into the abyss. You whimpered, tears almost falling down your cheeks as the worst feeling you could ever feel was your orgasm slipping away. All that build up for nothing. But you suppose it was a lesson to learn.

“Get me my money and I’ll let you cum” he smirked, and you nodded slowly.

“Yes Max” you whispered, and he hummed happily, kissing you softly.

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[delusionalvenusian]

The Long Con, Pt. 1

Pairing: Max Burnett x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n, reader eventually has a nickname)

Summary: Max, having parted ways with Madeline, still can't let go of his lust for a lavish life. He now finds himself at upscale hotel bars scouting out wealthy widows and divorcees to bed and steal from to keep afloat while he cooks up his first big solo con. What seems like a business-as-usual one night stand could just end up being his perfect long con. Or hers.

Warnings: 18+ only, smuuuuuuuuuut (pretty much right off the bat, but there is a plot in there somewhere), oral, unprotected p in v, swearing, drinking, kissing, dubcon (sorta), kinda subby Max, Max and reader are both little assholes

Word count: ~4k

a/n: Hellooooooo! I don't really know what the market is for this kind of thing since I've been out of the fanfic writing world for over a decade now, but I've had this little story brewing in my head since watching Sharper when it was first released and finally started putting it into words and feeling courageous enough to publish it somewhere on the off chance someone will enjoy it. This will be a few parts, but I'm not exactly sure how many at this point. Anyway, I so hope you enjoy this if you stumble upon it and give it a shot. :)

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Max swirled the whiskey in his glass as he leaned coolly against the bar, scanning the dim Manhattan establishment for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to locate his next mark.

With what he’d heard about the clientele here, he had expected the evening to go much smoother—get in, find a desperate 50-something to leave with, pocket some cash and blank checks after fucking her to sleep, repeat—but, after an hour or so of misses, he was ready to call it a night. Weekday evenings were usually perfect for this little game he’d adopted to pass the time while he figured out his next big solo move since breaking from Madeline. The too-young girls looking for rich old men weren’t out until the weekend, and the mature divorcees were out scouting for their next fling, more than happy to accept his attention. But tonight was a quiet one, and he was growing more frustrated with each dud he spotted. Downing the rest of the amber liquid, he slammed the glass down on the bar and moved to head for the door.

“Easy there!” He heard from behind. He turned quickly to study the source of the honeyed voice. “Excuse me,” she asked, effortlessly getting the bartender’s attention as soon as she stepped up to the bar.  “Could I get a vodka tonic, extra lime, and keep them coming, please? Actually, go ahead and make that a double.” She smiled softly at the bartender’s confirming nod and spun to face the crowd of patrons as she waited for her drink. Her gaze shifted lazily around the room, meeting Max’s eyes as he sized her up. “See something you like?”

She was perfect. Younger than his usual target, but old enough to have the resources he needed. Her glossy blown out hair and subtle designer label ensemble screamed trust fund baby. Her drink order suggested she was ready to loosen up for the evening, and she was at least regular enough here that she didn’t have to give a card for a tab. No ring on her finger. Cool demeanor. And she was much easier on the eyes than the women he had suffered the last few months to get by. Perfect.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pulling his most seductive smirk.

She chuckled amusedly, cocking her brow. “Forward.”

Max sidled back up to the bar to settle next to his prey, gesturing to the bartender for another. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“Not wasting any time, are we?” She took a sip of her cocktail as soon as it reached her hand. “No introductions, just right down to business. I respect that.”

“I’m—”

“No, unh-unh,” she interrupted with a fluid wave of her hand, “I don’t care. We’ve both got the same motive, so let’s just skip the unnecessary bullshit. Trust me, it’s so much more fun with no names.”

Max could hear the jackpot jingle ring in his brain as he registered her words. Beyond perfect. He wouldn’t even have to bother with creating an identity for the night or convincing her to take him home. Admittedly, it did suck some of the fun out of his scheme, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He clinked his glass against hers in enthusiastic agreement.

“Great. I’ve got this one, so next one’s on you.” She downed a few gulps of her drink and gave him a slow once over. “Not bad. I usually only catch old pervs here.”

Max snickered. “Glad to hear I don’t look like a perv.”

“You don’t look like an old perv,” she corrected.

“So then tell me what I look like,” Max prompted as he softly ran his knuckles up her bicep from elbow to shoulder, twisting her hair around his finger.

She studied his features for another moment through narrowed eyes before responding. “Attractive. New money. Arrogant, for sure. Devious— you’ve got that glint in your eye, I see it. And here tonight, so definitely a perv.”

“You’re here tonight, what does that make you?”

She smiled up at him teasingly. “You’ll just have to come back to my room and find out, I guess.”

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The walk from the bar, through the hotel lobby, and to the elevator was a short one, and Max couldn’t have been more thankful. The flowing liquor and flirtatious banter coupled with the anticipation of his scheme playing out successfully had his excitement at peak. The attraction certainly didn’t hurt either. It had been months since he found himself entangled with someone he felt legitimate physical desire for—not that that mattered to him in the end so long as he left with his pockets satisfactorily lined, but it was a welcome change.

She kept her hands to herself as she led Max to the elevators, unable to leave behind the strict societal manners she was raised on and give in to her temptation to grab him and take him in the nearest secluded corner. It had been months since she’d had a good lay, and Max’s assertive air had her convinced that he’d be the one to break that depressing trend. Impatient and aroused as ever, she fought not to drum her fingers or tap her foot waiting for the elevator to finish its slow descent, not wanting to drop her poised façade and let Max see how desperate she was to be alone with him, to touch him, to taste him. She let out a silent breath in relief as the doors finally parted, quickly fishing a key out and stepping in.

Max’s eyes lit up watching her insert the key and press the accompanying “P” button. Penthouse. His cock jumped in exhilaration, and suddenly his hands were on her as the elevator doors closed. The touch of his hands on her waist and his soft breath on her neck threatened to break her and make her go feral. She fought her urge to whip around, grab his hair roughly, and pull his lips to meet hers—her resolve to appear as composed as possible still strong. As Max wound himself around her like the snake he was, pressing his body to hers and peppering lazy kisses along her throat, she counted down the seconds until the elevator stopped at her floor.

Stepping out of the claustrophobic box into the airy suite instantly flipped the switch on her demeanor. The freedom of absolute privacy from the outside world washed over her and she suddenly found herself unreservedly overtaken by the lust that had been simmering within her, pulling Max out of the elevator by the lapel of his jacket. Greedy lips collided while hands caressed skin and pulled hair. Neither wanting to waste another second, they clumsily made their way through the bedroom doorway, quickly discarding the last of each other’s clothing.

Max continued backing her toward the plush bed as she nipped and sucked at his neck. The groan he let out at her teeth grazing his skin told her he liked a little dominance. When the backs of her knees met the side of the bed she disconnected from him, looking into his eyes through her long lashes and shaking her head as she rounded on him and shoved him down instead. Max grinned devilishly as she straddled him and roughly reclaimed his lips.

“Touch me,” she said breathily between sloppy kisses, guiding his right hand from her hair at the nape of her neck down to her aching core.

“Right down to business. I respect that,” Max said, teasingly repeating her words from earlier that evening. Without hesitation, he inserted two digits, eliciting a deep moan from her right into his mouth. “So wet for me.” He gathered her slick and languidly drew out his fingers to tightly circle her swollen clit.

The sob she let out was nearly animal as he applied just the right amount of pressure but kept his movement frustratingly slow. “Fuck,” she keened, “faster.”

Max bit her bottom lip and quickened his pace ever so slightly. “’Atta girl, tell me what to do.”

She slid a hand down his chest and abdomen, grasping his firm cock, and quickly jerked his head back by the hair with the other to look him in his dilated eyes. “Make me cum and you can have whatever you want,” she promised as she stroked him so softly that he physically ached for more.

He tried to hide the breath that caught in his throat and laid back on his elbows. “Get up here,” he said, grabbing the backs of her thighs and pulling her toward his face. She laughed sensually as she shuffled her way up his torso. He greeted her throbbing bundle of nerves with a smooth lap of his tongue and hooked his arms around each thigh to draw her down until she was sat on him completely. He teased her no longer, tasting her sweetness deeply and sucking her clit, immediately turning her into a whimpering mess.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, don’t stop.” Her cries of satisfaction and writhing on Max’s skilled tongue elicited his own moans and had him bucking his hips in anticipation of burying himself deep inside her wet heat. “Yes! Right there, right there” she chanted. Max increased the pace of his massage and shook his head, sucking her in impossibly deeper, his encouraging moans sending vibrations through her body and overstimulating her. She couldn’t form words any longer as the growing knot in her stomach came undone and she convulsed, crying out the god she did or didn’t believe in and releasing her orgasm into Max’s welcoming mouth.

Max—ever the proud lover—didn’t stop until she’d nearly collapsed. He finally freed her tender clit when she pulled his hair so hard it threatened to rip out at the root. Despite her promise, she didn’t wait for Max’s direction before taking her next steps, needing him inside of her as soon as humanly possible. She slithered down his body until her wanting core hovered just above his painfully hard cock. Before she could grip him herself, Max grabbed her roughly by the hip to hold her steady as he lined himself up and ran his leaking tip through her soaked folds. They moaned in unison while he repeated his movements once, twice, three times, until he abruptly thrust up into her. He bottomed out, sheathing her completely, and gave her a moment to adjust to his size.

Without a word, she ran a hand up his chiseled abdomen and placed it on his chest for leverage as she began to slowly rise up off of him. She stopped as the head of his dick reached her entrance, just before it could fall out, and sank back down as slowly as she had risen. Max threw his head back into the mattress, eyes rolled far back in his head, and cried out in ecstasy. She lifted herself again, reiterating her slow descent and moaned proudly at the sight of Max’s nods of pleasure. “You like that, huh, baby,” she cooed.

“Mhmm,” Max nodded again.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want,” she said, continuing to lazily ride him, drawing out each lift and descent.

Max grunted as her cervix bumped his sensitive tip once more. “Need you to ride me,” he said. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Bounce on my cock.” He gave her no chance to quicken her pace herself. He took hold of her ass cheeks brusquely, spreading them slightly, and guiding her down hard over his length, meeting her in the middle with a thrust.

She didn’t protest, giving up control and allowing Max to set his desired pace. It was fast and raucous by this point as Max’s need for release had steadily built up in the act of giving pleasure.

 “God, you’re so fucking good,” she sighed out through a hazy, cock-drunk smile.

Max practically growled at the praise, tightening his grip to hold her in place and giving her everything he had. The bottom of his spine was starting to tingle and his need to cum was taking over.

She intuited the meaning of his increased intensity and woke slightly from her sex-induced fog as she remembered they hadn’t used a condom. “Shit, wait,” she exclaimed. “You can’t cum inside me, you have to pull out.”

“But you feel so fucking good,” he said without really processing the bigger picture. She was right, of course, and had he been in his right mind he would have agreed in an instant.

“Please,” she said through her moans. “Fuck me on my back. I want you to cum all over me.”

The sound of her begging and the thought of her with her legs spread for him, covered in his cum, got his full attention. He flipped them over and kept his rhythm, throwing her legs over his shoulders and hitting even deeper now than before. He watched himself fill her over and over as she writhed beneath him and grabbed at whatever she could get her hands on. The tingling at the base of his spine formed again and his hips jerked erratically. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he let out through gritted teeth. He pulled out just in time and she quickly grabbed his shaft, pumping him fervently and letting his ropes of cum spread across her stomach and chest.

Max stayed hovered over her for a moment while he caught his breath, eventually flopping over next to her. As he recovered, she raised herself onto her elbows, surveying the mess they’d painted onto her body together, giggling in her pleasured, post-coital daze. “I’ll clean this up in a minute,” she muttered, collapsing back down with a smile and closing her eyes.

_______________

Max slowly left the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty next to him. She was gorgeous, and she’d been the best fuck he’d had in quite some time, but he had a job to do. Somewhere in the well-decorated penthouse was the money he’d come for. He had no trouble finding and pocketing the cash in her purse that she’d so carelessly left right by the elevator, but $1,500 wasn’t going to get him far—he needed the trust checks. Based on the state of the place, it was clear she had taken up permanent residence there. As stealthily as he could, he tore the place apart searching for the coveted checkbook, growing more and more irritated as he continued to find nothing.

Time passed quickly, and he found himself scavenging through her purse yet again. Knowing nothing was likely to magically appear, he decided to take a moment to study the contents of her wallet. He pulled out her ID card, finally putting a name to the face. He smiled to himself when he read her last name, recognizing it instantly and feeling pride in his ability to successfully spot old money types in a crowd. He was still silently patting himself on the back when the sound of a throat clearing behind him broke the early morning silence he’d been working in. Fuck.

“You’re robbing me,” she asked flatly, seemingly unsurprised. “Pathetic.”

Max chuckled darkly, dropping the charm he’d laid on mere hours ago. “You let a nameless stranger fuck you raw and spend the night in your pretty little penthouse suite. Yeah, I’m pathetic.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as he approached her, ID still clutched in his fingers.

“What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,” he taunted, brushing a featherlight knuckle across her cheekbone. He was taken aback as she broke into laughter instead of starting to break under his touch like he expected.

“’What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,’” she mimicked through her laughter. “Man, you are funny. See, for you take all my money, I’d have to have it first, you fucking idiot.”

Max’s eyes widened. Admittedly he hadn’t inquired about her age, trusting that she looked old enough to be an adult, and he hadn’t checked her date of birth on her ID for lack of interest. She stared him down, enjoying seeing the wheels furiously spinning in his head.

“Calm down, I’m not even close to a child,” she assured him. “Daddy is just a misogynist.” Max’s expression turned from alarm to confusion. “We’ll get to that in a second. First, your name.”

“Fuck off,” Max said.

She scoffed sarcastically. “Well, that’s not very nice. It’s only fair now that you know who I am, and you’re trying to take me for everything I’ve got.” She waited a moment, but Max stayed silent. “Ah, come on. You tell me your name, and I won’t have your kneecaps shot out by daddy’s friends.”

Max’s eyes darted toward the window as if he’d be able to see in the flesh the burly henchmen he was now imagining. He’d never been in this position before and he couldn’t confidently call her bluff—how else do these old money types keep their money and connections but through brute force? He resigned with a sigh. “Max.”

“Max,” she repeated. “I’d say nice to meet you, but—well, you get it. Anyway, Max, you can call me Doe.”

Max sneered. “Dough? Like money? The jokes really wri—”

“No,” she interjected. “Doe, D-O-E, like a deer. For my eyes.”

Max snorted derisively. “Okay, Doe.”

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped. “Anyway, misogyny. You know what that word means, right? Maybe a big one for someone of your… station.”

“My station? God, you fucking people. Yes, I know what misogyny means.”

Doe nodded, smiling up at him in jest. “Impressive. See, daddy does have me set up with a trust—you’re right about that. The problem is, daddy doesn’t think women can handle millions, let alone billions of dollars, no matter how old we are or how much education we have or how long we work our asses off to prove ourselves. So, daddy set my trust up with one stipulation: I get married, I get the money.” Max raised a brow as he took in her predicament. “Right? You see my problem, then.”

Max shook his head as if to clear it. “Wait, so you have a billion-fucking-dollar trust waiting for you—billion with a ‘b’—and you won’t just do what you have to do to get it?”

“No, I will not,” she exclaimed, disgusted at the notion of even considering it. “Not in his way, anyway.”

“The will,” Max said, seemingly connecting the dots. “You think he’s leaving it all to you? He won’t let you touch your own trust and you think he’s leaving his entire empire to you?”

Doe glowered at him. She had thought that a possibility at one time, of course, but had long since admitted to herself that he would never entrust her with the family fortune. She’d even hoped that he would at least leave her enough by her standards, but that wasn’t going to happen either. Deep down, Doe wasn’t much different from Max. She wanted her money, she wanted all the money, and the thought of losing the luxurious life she’d grown accustomed to all her life made her sick. She wasn’t cut out for a boring, regular life. And, thus, she found herself here.

“Fuck you,” she retorted. “No, not the will—I’m not a fool. I have a plan, and that’s where you come in.”

Max stared at her in silent confusion.

“Please don’t drool on my floor,” Doe teased, patting his slack jaw. “Here, let me spell it out for you. I went down to the bar last night to hunt, just like you. I’ve been scouting and, like I said, only finding old pervs. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be face to face with a 70-year-old man’s flaccid penis while you wait for the blue pill to kick in? Not worth the fucking money. I physically could not do it anymore. Anyway, I pivoted to the leeches—at least you’re hot, ya know?”

“Leeches?”

“Yes, leeches. You look for money, that’s all you want, and you’ll bleed it from any woman who has it and is charitable enough to look past the Brooks Brothers sale rack suit and take you home,” Doe continued. “Call me altruistic—I scoped you out, caught you in your most desperate moment when you were just about to throw in the towel, and reeled you right in. I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how it would turn out at first, but you’re a fantastic lay.”

“Truly pathetic,” Max muttered.

“Aw, Maxy, don’t be mad,” Doe tutted, running a hand through his sleek hair. “Really, you were so talented even just as a quickie. And then, even better than I expected, I woke up for a little morning round two only to find you trying to burgle me. I mean, truly, what a perfect set up.”

“You’re pitiful,” Max spat, trying to gain some control over the unforeseen situation he now found himself in. “And the saddest part is how easy it all could’ve been. Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart, you could cut practically any man down with that fucking mouth of yours, good in bed, and fucking loaded. You could pull any sucker out there and live happily ever after. Hell, just pick one, get married, get the money, then divorce him.”

“Just good in bed? Not even great?” Max blustered in annoyance at her quips. “Don’t get huffy with me. Anyway, you just laid out the whole plan.” She paused, waiting for it to click for him.

Max’s expression quickly shifted from annoyance to an amused smirk. “I’m the sucker, huh?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Doe smiled back.

“No,” Max said, dropping the smirk in in instant. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Doe laughed sweetly. “Oh, but you are. I wasn’t kidding about the kneecaps.”

Max stepped away from her, pointing an angry finger in her face. “You’re a fucking psychopath. I’m not fucking marrying you.”

Doe rolled her eyes at Max’s aggravation. “Chill out, you’ll get your cut.”

That got Max’s attention. “My cut?” He could feel his frustration diffusing from a boil to a simmer.

“Of course,” Doe said. “What, you didn’t think I’d leave you high and dry, did you? I’m not a monster, like you.” She teased, sidling her way back into his space, gently caressing his chest. “I told you last night, make me cum and you can have whatever you want. You kept up your end of the bargain and I plan to keep mine. We’ll just get married, get the money, split it, and we can go our separate ways. We’ll be set for life—do whatever we want. Billions with a ‘b,’ remember?”

Doe’s soft touch and devious mind coupled with the thought of money the likes of which Max couldn’t fully comprehend had his cock twitching in his briefs. It was extreme—far beyond anything he’d ever planned—but he couldn’t deny it was genius. He’d striven to not be tied to another person in his game again after working with Madeline for so long, ultimately becoming completely unable to trust her as a partner, but this allowed him a freedom to walk away that he’d never had before so long as Doe kept her word. And even if she didn’t, the marriage would grant him access to the funds whether she liked it or not. He had nothing to lose.

Doe placed a delicate kiss on his neck. “So? What do you say,” she asked, pulling him out of his contemplative trance. “60/40?”

Max smiled widely, cupping either side of Doe’s face and, just like the night before, led her backward into the dimly lit bedroom. “Billions with a fucking ‘b,’” he shouted excitedly and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Doe would get her money and her morning round two.

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[buckrecs]

𝙢𝙖𝙭 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

Take Me Out by @wh0reforoldmen

Max said that he was off limits when you first met, well he might’ve changed his mind

physical by @buckycuddlebuddy

even a con man can get emotional sometimes, and sometimes the only way to show their emotions is being physical. 

Lucky Guess by @blackleatherjacketz

Waiting on your date, you run into Max, a handsome stranger at the bar. Things turn out better than you ever could have imagined... or did they?

left behind by @imyourbratzdoll

max left you with a word, causing you to go through many stages of heartbreak until you finally meet again after 5 years.

The Best Lies by @dilemmaontwolegs

The first time you met Max you were a cyber security specialist for your family company, a leader in the tech industry. Max was the reason that life was shattered and your career down the drain. When Max returns to your life in need of your help you find yourself needing to decide whether people truly deserve second chances.

Bare by @sebastiansluts

blueberry muffins and the one with mummy issues by @imyourbratzdoll

max has been working hard and needs to let off some steam, he heads to the strawberry shack to be taken care of.

Love me, please by @royalsweetteaa

You and Max are a part of what other people would view as the perfect family. If only they knew…

The Long Con by @delusionalvenusian

Max, having parted ways with Madeline, still can't let go of his lust for a lavish life. He now finds himself at upscale hotel bars scouting out wealthy widows and divorcees to bed and steal from to keep afloat while he cooks up his first big solo con. What seems like a business-as-usual one night stand could just end up being his perfect long con. Or hers.

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[sebastiansluts]

Bare

Max Burnett x Reader; sub!max, dom!reader, hair pulling, spit kink, oral sex f receiving

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You sat on the edge of your bed, waiting. You were done up in a red dress and heels, legs crossed at the knee, leaning back on your hands. The minute hand ticked on the clock next to the door and as it reached the twelve, the door opened.

"You're late," you said coldly. The man in front of you froze, glancing towards the clock and back at you, finding a smirk plastered on your face. "If you're on time, you're late, Max. Always be early and assess every situation- can't be caught out if you know a bit of everything remember? That includes what's happening around you."

As you spoke, you uncrossed your legs, spreading them apart, the hem of your dress inching up your thighs. Max tried to keep his eyes on yours but they still flicked down between your legs, his jaw tensing as he saw you weren't wearing panties, and he looked back up at you.

You grinned at Max, dropping your head back between your shoulders, shaking your hair out before eyeing him slyly. "On your knees, Max."

He didn't respond, glaring at you instead, lifting his chin a tiny bit. Your grin turned sharp, eyes hard as you stared at Max.

"Get on your knees or I'll take you over my lap," you threatened, and his eyes widened slightly, throat working in a hard swallow. Max fluidly sank to his knees, trying to recapture his earlier glare and failing as his eyes kept darting between your legs.

"Crawl to me," you purred, and you watched as Max opened his mouth, stopped, and shut it, glare returning full force as he placed his hands on the carpet.

As he crossed the room, you saw his shoulders loosen, jaw unclenching, eyes becoming fixed on your bare cunt the closer he got. When he reached you, he stayed on his hands and knees, face inches from your pussy, breathing hotly over it.

"Max," you whispered, and he started, blinking quickly and looking up at you as he sat back on his heels. "Good boy," you murmured, and a smile flashed across Max's face.

You reached out with one hand, stroking back the few strands of hair that fell on his forehead. Max leaned into your hand, eyes softening. You smiled at him, then fisted his hair, pulling until his head was tilted back, with you leaning over him.

"You're going to do what I want, aren't you, Max?" you asked softly, and he shivered beneath you.

"I'm going to do what you want," he replied, eyes fluttering but staying open. You smiled again and bent your head, pressing your lips to his as he inhaled, stealing his breath. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, sweeping along his teeth, spit mixing and collecting in your mouth. You pulled back, gripping his chin and forcing his mouth open, spitting into it.

This time Max's eyes fluttered shut, a moan slipping out of his throat as he swallowed. You released him, sitting back on the bed as Max blinked, flush starting to form high in his cheeks.

"Eat me out, Max," you ordered, and he groaned, immediately inching forwards on his knees until he was up against the bed. He placed his hands on your thighs, pushing them and forcing them to spread even further.

You ran your fingers through his hair again, combing through the soft black locks. Max pressed a line of kisses up your thighs, getting closer to your pussy every time. He dragged it out as long as he could, your hand getting tighter and tighter in his hair until he was pulling, straining to reach your cunt.

You held him back for another moment, then pressed him forwards, grinding his face into your pussy. Max moaned breathily, already trying to fuck his tongue into you.

You giggled and he whined, hands wrapping around your hips and ass, squeezing desperately as he struggled against your hold. "Oh, calm down Max, you're fine," you said, laying back on the bed as you let go of his hair, finally letting him pull back and breathe.

Instead, he buried his face further into your legs, sucking hard at your clit, a surprised gasp escaping you. "Fuck! That's it Max, c'mon baby, use your fingers now."

Max slid two long fingers into your cunt, stretching you out as he spread them before crooking them and pressing against your spot. "There it is Max, good boy, doing so well, gonna make me come baby," you panted, working your hips up against his face.

"Please!" Max whined into you, slipping his tongue between his fingers and fucking your hole. Your eyes rolled back partway, and you fisted his hair again.

"Don't fucking move, not an inch, oh god-" you cut off as your body locked up, tightening on Max's fingers and tongue, making him whimper. Your cunt pulsed as you came, Max lapping up your juices as they flowed from you, tongue laving up your pussy.

You pushed him away when you were too sensitive, making him whine again, but he sat back on his heels, staring up at you. You gazed down at him, his black hair a mess, tangled and standing up in the back, face shining wet, eyes glazed over with lust. His dick was hard in his pants, a thick line against his thigh that you eyed before looking back up.

"Get me my money and you can fuck me," you said, and Max nodded quickly, stumbling to his feet.

"I'll get you your money," he promised, heading for the door. You giggled and called him back.

"Max, baby? You might want to clean up first, this is a classier hotel, remember?" His cheeks flushed pink again, and he licked his lips, nodding. He went into the bathroom and you stood, walking to the drink cart and making one.

When he came out you were sitting in a chair in the room, flipping through channels on the tv. "I'll get the money," Max said again, and you just nodded, sipping your drink as he left.

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[vellicore]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

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[frostironfudge]

Redemption

Summary: Max Burnett taught you everything and so did Nick Fowler. Now, they don't appreciate being double crossed. So naturally you have to pay up to earn forgiveness. Will you earn redemption?

Paring: Max Burnett x F!Reader x Nick Fowler, F!Reader x Special Guest.

Word Count: 4.0k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, you are responsible for the media you consume. smut, shameless smut, darkish content, a spoiler for sharper and 355, p in v, edgeing, multiple orgasms, oral m recieving, dom/sub, hard doms, degradation, punishments, spanking, choking, fingering, clit play, nipple play, swearing, possessive behaviour, use of drugs for kidnapping, Max and Nick are well hard doms, even though max might have a bit of a switch vibe, knife play, cuffs, aftercare, hickeys, nicknames meanings will be mentioned on first use of the nickname, praise kink, mild dub-con vibes, if i missed anything let me know

A.N.: i didn't know i could write this much filth also these two together menaces, but i love them.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Keep your breathing even. 

Let them think you’re knocked out cold still. 

Don’t flinch at the pinch in your arm. 

Stay alert. 

Footsteps, retreating, one person. Medium build. 

Chair scarpes, neglected and worn wood.

Beeping, microwave. 

Scents, cheese melting.

Don’t move a muscle. Don’t give away your hunger. Don’t think about it.

Rustling, foil unwrapping.

Clinking, cutlery on a plate.

Footsteps, moving closer, one person. Medium to heavy build. Two total. 

Hands on yours, the rope being cut. Soft breath. 

The rope remains tethered.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” The male calls out, the cutlery clinks against the plate again.

The earlier footsteps come closer again. 

Max. You recognise the voice a moment too late. 

Why would he? No.

“You knew all about it.” Nick keeps his voice even. You hear Max chuckle and hum.

Nick’s palm cups your cheek. Max tuts disapprovingly. The warmth from Nick’s touch recedes. 

An unspoken conversation occurs and Nick stands back.

“Agent Fowler, don’t they teach you not to touch what belongs to someone else?” The plate is set down, Max grabs your hair, “Wake up, little tesoro (treasure).” He tears the blindfold off and you blink. You’re pulled off the bed, on your knees.

Shitty hotel room. Curtains drawn. Another room outside this bedroom. 

You look up at Max.

“I’m very cross with you.” He states, “Double crossing me?”

“Max it isn’t–,”

“Fucking liar!” He grabs your jaw harshly, “Don’t give me those damn doe eyes I taught you to use.”

“Max.” Nick warns, you hear the click of a gun. You don’t look at him. He wasn’t supposed to find you. 

You had made sure to cover the tracks. Lead Nick down a cold trail ending somewhere on the west coast.

“Agent.” Max says with equal mocking. Staring at you. His blue eyes blaze with anger. 

You try to speak but he tightens his grip, all that moves past your lips is a squeak.

“You can’t be this upset being fucked over, what did you consider her your protege?” Nick takes a step to the foot of the bed. Gun still pointed at Max.

“Aren’t you?” Max finally looks at the CIA Agent.

Nick clenches his jaw, eyes falling to you. You take a peek at him from the corner of your eyes. Slate blue-grey eyes regard you with disappointment. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Nick shrugs.

Max laughs, hollow. The way he did when he told you about Madeline. You hated the sound of his hollowed out self.

“Oh please, you trained her yourself. To come after me. She’s as much as your little subordinate as she is my little protege.” Max looks back at you, tilting your head back, he leans in, remnants of his aftershave flood your senses, “Aren’t you?” 

He makes you nod your head, your lips unable to move.

“Max, let her go.” Nick warns.

“You know Nick. I don’t want to, and she’s going to help me teach you a little lesson.” Max beams brightly. Your stomach twists.

“Ask your superior to hand over his gun. You know the same way you asked him to fuck you in his office.” Max lets go of your jaw.

You remain silent, Max tightens his grip on your hair, you whimper.

“Max.” Nick warns, your eyes meet his, you blink back the tears.

“Ni-Nick,” You plead.

“You know I can’t.” Nick states, you shift, kneeling on the rough carpet hurting your bare legs. 

“Nick please, please. Just listen to him. I gave you everything you’d need. Please. I won’t let him hurt you. Nick please.”

“So pretty when she begs isn’t she?” Max wipes the tear from your cheek, “But you know all about that, tell me Fowler, fucking her part of the teaching act? Or did you actually feel for the little base level bright eyed agent?” 

Nick’s eyes widen in the slightest. 

“Oh please, you think I don’t keep an eye on broken little things I take in? Or keep an eye on fuckers that have their eyes on me?” Max chuckles, “Now hand over the gun or it won’t do either of us good seeing her in pain.” 

“You wouldn’t.” Nick calls his bluff.

“I wouldn’t? Did the little baby lie about the time I left her out in the cold? Did she not tell you how harsh I can be to her? The way I can be both her punishment and salvation.” Max raises a brow, he makes you arch your back, lips brushing against yours as he bends close enough, “You only sang my praises? Good girl.” he whispers against your lips.

Then turns your head to look at Nick, he bites the inside of his cheek at the display.

“Are you jealous?” Max sneers, free hand trailing from your neck to your collar bones and then sternum. Nick’s eyes follow the movement, “Hmm, he is, well, well, well.” 

“Nick, the gun. Hand it over.” Your voice is even this time. The agent’s nostrils flair.

Nick aims the gun to Max’s leg. Max holds a small gun to your head. Nick’s stance waivers, he gazes at you. Your eyes are on him. 

Nick exhales, irritated, he turns the gun, holding it out for Max to take. The conman undoes your binds. 

“Go on little tesoro, take the gun of the nice agent.” He coaxes. The heavy metal comes into your hands. You swallow, “Point it at him.”

Nick raises his hands as you point the gun at him all while you knee. Max pats your head, kneeling his palms slide over your outstretched hands, he gingerly plucks the gun from your hand. Kissing your cheek.

His actions and his words have your mind reeling. 

Was this a con you were pulling on Nick? 

Was Nick working with Max to get you behind bars?

“Now go get the other little toys he’s carrying.” Max instructs, standing and pointing the gun at Nick. 

You move to stand, Max tuts again. “Crawl.”

“You’re fucking sick, you son of a bitch,” Nick growls.

“Oh please, I’m letting you enjoy the show.” Max shakes his head, tendrils of his hair brush his cheekbones.

Your skin heats, cheeks aflame. You crawl to Nick, kneeling at his feet. He watches you with an apologetic expression. He reaches out to touch your cheek. Your eyes close at the contact.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Nicky?” Max mocks. Nick glares at him. 

“Pupils dilated and well those pants I hope are doing you justice unless that is another gun. Look at that little tesoro, he’s turned on by you like this, he’s turned on by seeing me order you around.”

“Get the guns.” Max reminds you, making you look back at him. Then up at Nick. 

“You know where they are, don't you prinţesă (princess)?” Nick speaks softly, you nod. 

Your hands reach for his left ankle, the smaller holster sits there, you turn to Max. 

“Crawl.”

“Max, please.” You plead, he had to be fucking with you. He couldn’t be this cruel. 

Max narrows his eyes, then rolls them, “Check him for other ammunition then you can stand, little tesoro.” 

You knew from experience where Nick hid weapons on himself. He had a gun tucked into the back. Your hands tremble in the slightest, as you move behind him. Underneath the navy suit jacket tucked is the gun with the silencer. 

You take it away, Nick keeps his gaze steady on Max. 

“Why are you demeaning her?” He questions.

“Playing good cop? Okay I’ll bite.” Max gestures for you to stand. You grab both the guns and walk over to him. 

“You see Nicky,” Max’s smug smile only adds to Nicky’s ire over the nickname, “I’ve been fucked over by a redhead before, I’m sure you know what that feels like so when,” the tip of his gun touches your temple then your cheek, he tucks it under your chin, “This sweet little prize waltzed into my life you could colour me surprised.” 

“She’s fucked you over.” Nick states. 

“She fucked you over too.” Max adds. 

The two stare at you, you look at the wall ahead. 

“So what should we do with you?” The cold metal taps your jaw. You look at Max. 

“Get on the bed prinţesă.” Nick orders, you look towards him. He’s leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets. 

“Go on, listen to Nicky.” Max prompts stepping away from you. He smiles at you, there isn’t an aota of anger in his demeanour anymore. 

“Max.. what is going on?” He doesn’t answer; you turn to the other man, “Nick?”

“Get on the bed, don’t make Max angrier, I don’t think you would prefer me to be angrier either.” 

You get on the bed, both of them on opposite ends of the room. Watching you, their blue and grey predatory gazes drinking you in, you pull down the hem of the dress on your thighs. 

“Nick, Max…” You want to ask, all of your facial reading abilities give you nothing from their masks. 

Nick saunters over, a relaxed smile on his face. He hands Max the two pairs of cuffs. The bed dips under his weight. Your hands spread out each cuffed to one end. 

Your breathing hitches when Max’s palm is wrapped around your throat. He smirks, giving your neck a squeeze. 

Your thighs clench, your body betraying you. 

Nick chuckles, “Always so responsive isn’t she?” He muses. Max nods pulling away from you. 

The two of them observe you from the foot of the bed. Asking questions is not productive. You know they know about the double cross you pulled on either side. 

Your I-will-disappear bag and passport aren’t here, which means you never got away quick enough. From either of them. 

“It’s clicking into place.” Max grins at you, “Always so very smart. Always such a good girl, little tesoro. Till you weren’t.” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“Well, you’ve learned a lot from the both of us. You tried to keep us both happy and fucked the both of us over. You know you have to be punished, prinţesă.” Nick licks his bottom lip. 

“I wasn’t going to betray—,” 

“Oh you weren’t?” Max exaggerates his words. 

Nick pulls out your bag from under the bed, you stare at it, “Little liar aren’t you?” 

“I wasn’t! I promise.” You plead, pulling against the restraints. 

“You want to make it upto us?” Max questions, tilting his head to gauge your response, searching for even a flicker of insubordination. 

You nod, “Please.” 

Max looks towards Nick. The latter hums audibly, contemplating but the gleam in his eyes has you know he already decided. 

Max hands him the small blade. Nick climbs in next to you. The flat edge of the knife trails over your right leg, when Nick reaches your thigh he taps the blade twice. 

Your legs part for him, the blade catches on the hem of your dress. He begins to tear it apart. Leaving you exposed to them. The dress hangs off of your shoulders. 

“I think we need to see a little more skin don’t we Max?” Nick asks rhetorically, your breath hitches as he traces the tip over the swell of your breast, the straps cut through. 

You bite your lip, Nick presses a soft kiss to your sternum. 

“Be good.” He warns, your bra falls in tatters around you. 

Max joins in on the bed, fingers brushing along your inner thighs, then higher he hums appreciatively as the wetness seeps onto his fingers.

“My, my, little tesoro. You really want to be a good little slut for us.” The panties are shifted to the side, his fingers brush over your folds, you whimper. Max keeps his teasing movements going, watching the way you keep coating his fingers. 

Nick cuts through the fabric, leaving you fully at their mercy. 

Nick reaches forward his thumb and index finger twisting your nipple. Max begins to circle his thumb around your clit. You bite your lip not to make a sound. 

A sharp sting on your cunt has you cry out. 

“You do not hold back those sounds.” Nick reprimands and Max’s palm stings against your pussy. You clench around nothing as you moan. Twisting against the cuffs. 

“You want our forgiveness?” Max taunts, his palm leaving redness in its wake as he spanks over your inner thighs. Nick strokes your cheek, softness in contrast with Max’s harsh spanks. 

“Please.” You plead, Nick shakes his head. 

You’re turned over, hands crossed and laying on your stomach. Max breathes deeply, the fabric of your dress cut further and taken off. 

You feel Nick grab your hips lifting them higher, your shoulders strain as the pull of the cuffs has you arch to find comfort. 

Max sits next to you, making you look at him. He smiles, your lips part to apologise but you cry out as Nick’s palm comes into contact with your ass. 

“Trusted you prinţesă.” He hisses, massaging the flesh, then alternating his harsh spanks you twist and wiggle to no respite. Tears brim over. Max’s index finger wipes over them and then the other side with the back of his fingers. He provides you with no other gentleness. Instead watching Nick continue. 

How long had it been you don’t understand or perceive. Spanking alternated between the two of them. After their set of ten they’d tease your folds, cooing at the needy way your pussy would want their fingers to fill you up. And they did, long thick digits stuffing you. Getting soaked by your arousal. Thumbs tapping your clit, at the edge of bliss and then nothing. 

Nick switches with Max again, he offers his soaked fingers to you, your tear stained cheeks pull no leniency this time. Your lips part to clean his fingers. 

Not a word of praise. 

You’ve been good, you apologised. 

Yet nothing. 

Just pain. 

It stopped feeling good too. 

“I’m sorry!” You cry out at the next spank. Sniffling you bury your head. 

Body fell flat against the bed, your arms stretched to their maximum to opposing ends. You feel the sting of both their palms spanking you at the same time. 

You sob, crying out broken sorries. 

The cuffs are undone and you’re turned around again, Max unzips his jeans, his cock hard and waiting. He pulls you down along the bed. The sheets add to the burn on your ass. You grip them. 

Max rubs his cock over your folds, “You thought you could lie to us?” 

“I’m sorry.” You hiccup and then moan as he slams into you. Filling you up so good the burning ache numbing with each thrust. Pleasure overtakes your body. 

“Little tesoro, I’m so fucking mad. I trusted you so much.” Max grunts, “Fucking pussy’s so fucking,” he groans, your leg wrapped around his waist, “Addictive. Going to make you our little cumslut.” 

You clench around his cock. His thrusts are hard and fast, “Look at Nick.” Max grunts out, “Fucking vice like grip.” 

You look up, Nick watches you, his hand leisurely moving over his cock. You lick your lips. He smirks. 

“You want a taste, prinţesă?” 

“Oh she does, fucking velvet walls can’t get enough.” Max pulls out, you mewl at the loss. 

Nick stands, cock bobbing against your cheek as they have you lay across the bed so your head hands off of the edge. 

Both of them thrust into you, your mouth and pussy fill at the same time, eyes rolling back as they thrust in sync. Nick tweaks your nipples and you moan around him. Large hands on your breasts, cupping and squeezing. 

“Fuck—I missed this lying mouth.” He groans, he places a hand on your throat feeling himself thrust deep. “You’re going to make such a pretty cumslut, prinţesă.” 

Max grabs your hip, fingers on your clit circling adding to the unravelling pleasure that begins to take over after all the edging. 

Pleasure courses through your veins, you arch up, the sheet fisted both of them moan your name. 

Max fucks you through your orgasm, your mouth slack even as Nick pulls out. Hoarse moans of Max’s name leave your lips. 

“Going to fill you up.” Max’s hips stutter, he groans spilling into you. His palm grabbing your jaw, your knees pressed to your chest as he kisses you. It’s sloppy, needy, all consuming. Biting down on your lip as he pulls out of you and pulls his lips away. 

Your chest heaves, Max sits back against the bed and Nick grabs your legs, you’re pulled to the edge and flipped over. He grabs you by your neck, pulling you up.

Your back against his chest, your hands grab at his, his cock spears you, you cry out his name. Nick’s thicker girth makes you feel fuller, his head brushing against the spot that has your legs trembling. 

He knew you wouldn’t last, he was counting on it, “such a pretty cunt. All ours to use isn’t it?” He squeezes your throat, his fingers rub harshly on your clit. You nod, “Please, please, please—,” a strangled plea leaves your lips as you cum yet again, slumming against Nick as he ruts into you. 

Your spasming walls don’t allow him to last long, “Your mouth is fucking wonderful but this? Divine. You aren’t getting away from us.” He promises, your lips meet his as he cums inside you as well. His kiss is equally claimant, his dominance harsher. His stubble burns against your skin.

As if the two of them want to share you but want the other to know who actually owns you. 

Aftershocks thrum through your body. Nick pulls out, you feel the mess coat your thighs. Max kneels on the bed, holding you up as Nick leaves. He wipes your tears, cupping your face. 

Water runs and the door shuts, a warm cloth is moved upon your body, you hiss as it brushes over your sensitive flesh. Nick turns your head to the mirror on the opposite wall your body is littered with hickeys and marks of them. 

“There isn’t going to be a punishment next time if you pull this stunt, prinţesă.” Nick warns.  

You blink, they meet your gaze in the reflection. 

“Exactly little tesoro. You did well for us. Maybe there is redemption for you after all to be our good girl.” Max kisses your cheek. 

“Do you understand?” They ask, you nod. 

“I do.” 

“Whose are you?” Max raises a brow. 

“Both of yours.” Your answer pleases them. 

“Will you ever run away?” Nick narrows his eyes. 

“Not unless you both are where I have to run toward.” 

You’re kissed again, one by one. 

Rewarded by tongues and wandering hands. 

Laying between the two their fingers inside you, making you cum apart between them. Over and over. Late into the night or early into the day they allow you rest. 

You pull away from bed carefully, the two of them in the seating area talking softly, you search for clothes but you only find Max’s hoodie and Nick’s briefs. Your bag had the other essentials but not any clothes. They would sedate you to move you again. You try to not let the thought curdle in your chest. Wearing the clothes, you head into the kitchen.

Bags from a local burger joint are on the small table. You stand at the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves. 

“Ah there she is, my little thief.” Nick chuckles, “Come on we have your favourite curly fries.” 

“And strawberry milkshake mixed with half of vanilla.” Max holds up the cup. 

You stare at the food and drink. 

“Oh you don’t trust us?” Max shakes his head amused, “Told you.” He says to Nick. He reaches for the fries and eats a random one, making a show out of chewing it. Holding his arms wide as if to show no damage to himself.

Nick does similarly with the milkshake, taking a sip and making a face at the combination but again nothing happens to him, “We’re good to you. We’re safe. Unlike the place you planned on running toward.” 

You giggle at their antics. Padding over to them and taking the spot between them. You eat the food, and drink your milkshake, being their good girl. They smile, no anger or disappointment in their eyes. 

“So will the two of you ever be inside me together?” You ask randomly, popping a fry in your mouth the two of them begin coughing not expecting that question. You laugh padding over to the counter that harbours the water bottles, unscrewing them you quickly hand them their bottles and take your own. 

“Sorry, I thought…” You look away shyly.

“Maybe we do your fantasies after we’re done with your punishments.” Nick suggests, rubbing his chest.

You look from him to Max, he takes another sip of water, “Little tesoro, we aren’t done punishing you yet.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” You agree with them. They nod.

Max reaches for a french fry and slumps forward. Your eyes widen, “Max!”

Nick’s eyes turn from the slumped over conman to you, you stare at him accusingly, he stands, you watch him reach for the gun on the side table but he falls forward as well, “Nick!” 

Their eyes are open, you wipe the panic from your face, rolling your eyes. 

“Oh don’t worry, soon it will be a nice little sleepy time.” You promise, eating another fry and dusting your hands off, “Well these past hours have been very entertaining but I have some very important business to attend.” You stand, moving over Nick’s body towards Max. Their eyes have the anger yet again.

“Oh it’s just a little drug. The way you drugged me.” You smile at Max, taking a deep breath before dragging him along the carpet to the bedroom. You cuff him to the bed frame. Leaving him watching you from the ground you head back to drag Nick back inside.

“Max and Nick, the two of you were right, strength training has its perks.” You grin, cuffing Nick works the same way. You sift through their bags for clothes opting for Max’s since they wouldn’t have any stitched in trackers. You’d ditch them anyways. 

They helplessly watch you strip down, and put on clothes. You open your seized bag, the hidden pocket still has the keycard you need. You smile at them.

“Well boys,” you saunter over to them, then spot your shoes, wearing them you make your way back. You place a kiss against Max’s soft cheek then Nick’s stubbled one, “Thank you for the fuck, I don’t appreciate the spanking.” You wink, “Maybe we can continue this another time.”

You close the door gently, you’re just outside of New York you crack your stiff neck. Reaching for the burner tucked into the sole of your shoe you dial the number. 

“Hansen and Barnes’ or Barnes and Hansen’s Services.” The cheery voice greets you.

“Llyod.” You greet walking down the steps towards the road. Hailing down a cab.

“Ah, sweetheart, grumpy here was angrier than ever.” Lloyd informs, you shake your head at his nonsense.

“Well he can meet me at his favourite place. Oh and I have Fowler and Burnett tied up.” You inform, he whistles, impressed by your antics. 

“Get there, I’m sure he’s excited to meet his Doll.” Lloyd teases, “I’ll tell him. Text me where they should be.”

You hear a muffled sound then punches and groans, you use the time to text Lloyd. You get down from the taxi at the first subway station’s steps. 

“Doll.” Bucky greets over the call, making you smile.

“Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I hear you’ve earned redemption?” He enquires.

“I have.” 

“Good girl. Knew you would make me proud. I’ll meet you at our favourite place in an hour.” He promises.

“An hour Mr. Barnes.” You affirm, he chuckles.

“I’ll see you, Doll.” Bucky promises before the line goes dead. 

You break the flipphone, dropping it on the platform, kicking it onto the tracks and then leaving the station with the hood up.

-x-x-x-x-

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CUPCAKE AFFAIRS

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 3! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List | Bucky Barnes & Characters Master-List

 inspired by your favorite song +“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

Synopsis: Your sugar daddy will make sure you get anything you want, even if it's another man.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sugardaddy!maxburnett x nickfowler x f reader. daddy kink (I don't have one myself, but I hope I gave it justice) fingering. MMF. dirty talk. use of pet names (I got you fluffy whores). p in v sex. oral (male receiving)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Suga' Daddy - Inayah

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

“Monarch” was beautiful, and flashy, and-

Are those cupcakes?

Those are definitely cupcakes.

You sigh with relief. This was nothing like the other events Max dragged you to. Last month it was a charity ball and after all the conversations about politics and the old ass man looking at your breast, you were over it real quick.

Max made up for it though, that was the best part about having a sugar daddy. The sex is fucking amazing. And Max had special skills when it came to that area.

“You alright, Princess?” He gruffs, leading you both inside the doors to the downtown bar that just opened up. Max was in business with its owner, Nick. So of course he had to celebrate the grand opening.

“Fine.” You smile, still eyeing those cupcakes. Sprinkles and icing atop a beautiful fluffy sponge cake. They sit leisurely placed on a rotating cake display. Max smiles, seeing what piqued your interest.

“Go get one baby, Meet me at the bar, alright?”

“Of course, Daddy.” Max’s brows shoot up as he smirks, landing a light tap on your ass. You have never called him daddy in public before, and now that you had, he was never letting you stop.

You yelp at the contact but agree as you smooth down the back of your dress. Max picked it out like he did all the others you wore during these events. The pink fabric fits you perfectly, hugging and even accentuating your curves.

Max finds his way to the bar top, probably to discuss business things with Nick. That’s what you called them anyway, “Business things”. You have eyes on the last pink cupcake with purple pearl sprinkles.

It looks heavenly, and mouth-watering, and-

You reach to grab the delectable dessert before another hand brushes your own, making you pull back suddenly.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey! Take it.” Your eyes meet with a fair-skinned man, his bright smile reaching his ears. You blush at his features, suddenly remembering your fingers just brushed.

“Are you sure?” Your voice squeaks, shy and acutely aware your breasts are on display, but the man doesn't look down once, he keeps his eyes up at your face. You never knew respect could be so hot.

“The beautiful girl deserves the prettiest cupcake, no?”

Your face is comparable to a tomato, but thank god the bar lights are just dim enough to hide it. You smile, reaching your hand to grab the cupcake. The man smiles as his hands slide into their suit pockets, you can see the slightest hint of his veins, his large fingers resting inside the pocket.

Is it hot in here?

“It matches your dress, after all.” He points, lifting his suit with him. God, he has muscles. Lots of them. You look down as if you’ve forgotten what you put on, with him, you kind of forgot you were wearing anything.

“It does.” You notice, pulling the wrapper off the frosted desert. As much as you’d love to keep admiring the man that is standing next to the delicious cupcakes, you have to try one.

You bring it up to your lips, biting into the icing and cake at once. You bring your hand up to catch any of the crumbs, allowing the icing to melt on your tongue. You could almost groan, it's so good.

You bring it away from your mouth, missing the taste of it already. He still stands there, a laugh emitting from his lips. “Come here.” You quirk your brow in question, still chewing the spongy cake as the man steps forward, bringing a gentle hand to swipe at your lips.

You freeze at his touch, feeling sparks emit through your skin. He brings his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip, gathering icing that must have stuck to the skin. He keeps your eyes locked as he brings the digit to his own pink lips, licking off the buttercream.

You almost choke as you swallow. Your knees are jelly, and your eyes can’t stay off of the man. Who is he? And why is he making you hot and bubbly inside?

“Nick Fowler” He puts his hand out, breaking the heated silence, but before you can reach to shake it, a voice pulls you back down to reality.

“I see you’ve met Nick.” Max joins you two at the cupcake stand, a bit of agitation in his tone. You almost smile, uh oh, daddy’s jealous.

You're aware now, this is the new owner of Monarch, Max’s business partner. Nick, as in the Nick. “Max, How you been man?” Nick’s eyes break away from you, switching his hand to shake Max’s

“Good” Max replies with a hint of accusation woven throughout his tone. The two men’s palms slide against each other. Now you can see both Max and Nick’s strong fingers and the recurring veins that mark Nick’s hand-

God. It definitely is hot in here.

Nick and Max both turn to you, and the intensity of their gazes, the remembrance of Nick’s fingers against your lip, and Max-

Max looked so angry, it made you want to rub your thighs together.

“Join me at the bar, Princess.”

Is it just you, or did Nick’s gaze just harden? Max was shooting daggers through your body, but he didn’t own you, he was your sugar daddy, not your boyfriend, although you can’t atone for the amount you hoped otherwise.

Max treated you like his little princess, always caring and soft when you needed him to be. But when you wanted to be put in your place?

Max knew how to do that too.

“Can Nick join us?” You ask, passing a small wink to Nick. Max sees it, you make sure he does.

You know he doesn't want you to see it, but it’s hard to ignore the way his finger flexes and curls into a tight fist at his sides. “Of course, Can I have a word with you first, baby?”

“Course.” You mutter, Max indicates for Nick to wait at the bar and he does so with an eager eye, taking a cupcake for the road. You finished yours while Nick and Max stared each other down during that way-to-long-hand shake.

Max joins you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You know Nick is watching, Max is trying to make it seem as if he’s just giving you a kiss, but in reality, he’s doing much more.

“Does he make you wet, princess?”

“Max!” You attempt to pull away, but you can’t. Max won't let you.

“Answer me or I’ll stick my hand down those pretty pink panties your wearing and find out for myself.” Your thighs clench at your sugar daddy’s tone, jealousy and anger, and arousal mixing in this throat.

Embarrassment now clouds your cheeks as you dip your head “Yes.” You mutter in resentment, shrinking away just a bit from Max. His fingers graze your cheekbone gently, forcing you to look up at him.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, princess. Do you want him?”

“No, Max. I want you.” You whine, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes intertwine, heat sparking throughout your chest.

“I know, baby. But you know what I really mean.”

You did. You didn’t want to admit to that fact.

Max’s lips dip down to your ear-lobe, flicking his tongue out to trace the skin, You gasp as he places your chin at his shoulder, your eyes locking with Nick’s. He’s staring very intensely.

“Do you want his fingers? ‘Want to see how those veins feel stuffed inside of you?”

Your chest bubbles as air exits your lungs too quickly, making you winded. Max’s tongue at your ear, his filthy words, and Nick’s eyes from the bar…

It could make you cum right here and right now.

“Oh I know, Princess. I saw you eyeing him. Is that what you want?”

Fuck. Could you deny you were attracted to Nick? No. Did you want Max to know? Yes and no.

Yes, because Max could make it happen. He would do anything for you. But saying it allowed seemed like uncharted territory. Max seemed so jealous when you were eyeing Nick, or maybe he was just playing a part, knowing it would’ve turned you on.

It worked.

Too well.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“Yes! Fuck, Max.” He pulls away from your ear, the torture halting for a moment. He smiles, like he’s happy you confessed you want someone other than himself.

“You’ll get him then-” Max’s fingers pull at your chin, stroking the flesh of your cheek. “Just know, You're mine, whether you agree or not.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

🧁

Max had accomplished what he had promised. The bar’s grand opening celebration was far away as you sat in a leather booth with both men. The V.I.P. section was cleared immediately as Nick heard Max’s proposition. The booth walls are high enough so no one can see inside, and guards are stationed outside the doors which lead into the V.I.P. rooms.

But if you moan loud enough, which you are sure you will, the potential clients will hear. Max and Nick seemed to pay no mind to that fact, though.

“She’s so pretty, Max.” Nick runs his curled fingers across your cheek, sending sparks shooting through your body. Max presses into you from the right side, his hand tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

If only they would inch higher.

“You hear that princess, Daddy’s friend thinks you're pretty”. You nod, smiling, unable to speak as Nick's hand dips lower, exploring your curves, causing heat to bloom everywhere, turning your veins to molten lava.

“Tell him what you want, baby. Tell him what you told Daddy.”

You gulp, feeling both pairs of hands pause, robbing and taunting you at the same time. You swallow, the air sucking itself from your throat. “Want to feel Nick’s fingers, daddy.” You confess to Max, looking away from his partner.

Max smiles, grabbing your cheeks, forcing your head to turn the opposite way, your gaze colluding with Nick’s blue pupils. “Tell him.”

“Want your fingers inside me, Nick.” He shifts, his cock painfully straining against his pants, matching Max’s slacks.

“You gonna be good for me, sweet girl? Listen to what your daddy tells you?”

Your head sways quickly, showing Nick how eager you are, and Max how well you’ll listen to him. Max pulls your face back to his, bringing your lips to his own. It never gets old, feeling his lips devouring yours, letting you moan into his mouth.

You squirm, your pussy begging for Nick’s attention. His digits reach under your dress, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You groan into Max’s mouth, feeling both over and under-whelmed. Max lips break for air, a string of salvia still connecting your puffy lips.

Nick’s fingers reach higher, brushing right over your panties, resting at your navel. You whine, bucking your hips into Nick’s hand, acutely aware of your odd position in the booth, Your half twisted to Max, your legs dangling off the cushion.

“C’mere”. Max’s helps you get more comfortable, while his other hand reaches into his slacks, undoing his belt. You watch as his muscles flex at the action, pulling his belt out of the loops, and releasing himself.

His cock is hard and heavy, pre-cum dripping from its tip. You can feel both men’s gazes at your back, your hips are angled in the air, pressing into Nick’s side as your head is at eye-level with Max’s cock.

“Suck your daddy’s cock, baby” Nick’s hoarse voice echos, as his fingers slide down, rubbing a small circle against your clothed clit. You buck, your mouth closing around Max’s hard cock.

He moans, feeling your wet lips run against him, your tongue finding his veins, licking a stripe up the trail. Nick smiles, seeing Max throw his head back, his fingers engulfing your scalp. Nick’s fingers move your panties to the side, hiking your dress up with the other. You gasp as the cool hair hits your pussy, making your clit cry with sensitivity.

“Such a pretty pussy she has, Max.” You groan at the compliment, clenching down on air. Max smiles as he guides your head up and down his cock, his lips parting in a feral groan.

The more you suck Max’s cock, the more you buck into Nick’s fingers. Tired of the teasing. The crude sounds of your gagging and your arousal fill the air, Nick’s fingers hook your pink panties aside as he circles your clit.

You buck, moaning around Max’s cock, sending vibrations through him, making a guttural groan exit his mouth. Max couldn’t decide to look at you, to where your mouth wraps pretty around his cock, or to Nick who’s running your fingers over your slick folds.

“Mmm. How is she doing on your end?” Max teases watching Nick’s digits circle your entrance, collecting your arousal.

“She’s so wet for us.”

You groan, gagging as Max thrust into your throat, filling you up completely, salvia dripping from your chin. Max nods to Nick, giving him the okay, and before you can be warned, a single digit pushes into you.

Nick groans in approval, watching his finger sink like a rock in water, filling you just a bit. You clench around the digit, wincing at the intrusion, waiting for the relief of being filled up to fill your body.

Nick pushes another finger into you without warning. You moan, feeling Max’s thrust start to stutter.

“Doing so well for him, princess.” Max praises, slowing down your movements with his hand, not wanting to come too soon.

“You feel his veins, sweetheart? Can you feel them buried deep inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” Your reply is muffled, sounding like inaudible hums as you buck your hips into Nick’s fingers, urging him to move. He looks at Max for approval, and he nods. His digits pump leisurely in and out of you, curling each time they re-enter.

“There, honey.” Nick praises as you continue the abuse on Max’s cock, licking his veins, bobbing your head up and down, urging him to come. Max’s fingers tighten around your strands, bucking his hips into your throat.

“Gonna swallow for me, princess? Show Nick how good you can be for your daddy?” The more Max talks, the wetter you get, and Nick seems to notice.

“Keep talking to her, she likes that.” He comments as he curls his digits, making you cry out. The feeling of Max’s cock filling your throat, a few more sporadic thrusts before he’s releasing, and Nick’s veins hitting every spot inside of you, it made you want to cry and scream and cum.

It was too much, but never enough.

“Just like that, princess. Mm. Feel Daddy’s cum filling your throat. Swallow it for me, pretty girl.” You do as he asks, swallowing the spurts of cum he’s released down your throat. You pull away with a pop, grateful for the air that fills your lungs. The taste circles your buds as you run his release over your tongue.

Max smiles, the flush of his orgasm still blessing his features. You can feel your own orgasm rise through you, threatening to burst. Before you can get yourself to the edge using your own thrust to meet Nick’s fingers, he stops, releasing his digits from your needy cunt.

“Need to have you on my cock, pretty girl. Ask your daddy for me, will you?”

You clench, and look up at Max through tear-stained cheeks and batted eyelashes. “Can I ride Nick’s cock, Daddy?”

“Hmm. I think you deserve it, you did so good sucking my cock.” A twinge of excitement and anticipation wrack through you, mirroring Nick’s own face.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Nick’s cock is already out of his pants, staining his suit with his own pre-cum. His cock isn’t as large as Max’s, but where he lacks in length he makes up in girth.

Just like his fingers, veins protrude from his cock, making your pussy clench. You straddle Nick’s lap, your back pressing against the table of the booth. Max slides closer, his eyes watching as Nick lines up his cock with your entrance.

“You like when daddy watches you take another man’s cock? You like that it makes me jealous, princess?” You nod, feeling Nick slide into your heat as you cry out from the intrusion, his fingers doing nothing to help you warm up.

“Not even shy about it anymore, either,” Max says, watching Nick’s hands guide your hips up and down as you ride his cock. The sight has Max getting hard all over again. Your orgasm is back and ready to burst as Nick thrust into you harder, each time his pace speeds up, pushing and pulsating inside you.

“So good, sweet girl! Mmph. Come on my cock, okay? Can you do that for me?” You close your eyes, leaning forward so your hands rest against the top of the booth seat, allowing Nick to slide in deeper.

“M’coming! Nick!” Nick smiles, giving you small words of encouragement as he nods his head, your breath colliding as you come over his cock, feeling Max’s gaze all over your body. Nick comes just moments after, pulling out to coat you both in his release. Max places a kiss against your temple, telling you how well you did.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, princess. And celebrate this bar opening, hmm?”

You laugh, your breath still unsteady. “That wasn’t enough celebration?”

“How about another cupcake?” Nick pitches in, smiling, flashing his dimples.

“Coming!”

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Official Masterlist

This blog is 18+ only and warnings are listed above each story. Proceed with discretion. Thanks! 😘

Key:

FLUFF: 🧸 Smut: 🔥 Angst: 💔

BUCKY BARNES:

One shots-

Switching Positions (Switch!Bucky x Switch!Reader) 🔥🧸

Summary: You can’t help your need to control every so often…

I Still Hate You 🔥

Summary: Eight hours in a cramped car, two people who hate each other, and one friend absolutely over their crap. Luckily, Bucky knows how to get rid of your bratty attitude.

Within These Walls (Roommate!Bucky x reader) 🔥

Summary: Bucky hears you every night… he’s had enough

Let Me Spell it Out for You- (Coming Soon.) 🔥🧸

Beg for Me- (Coming Soon.) 🔥

In My Head- (Coming Soon.) 💔

Comfort- (Coming Soon.) 💔🧸

Series-

Champagne and Sunshine:

Part 1 🔥

Part 2 🔥

Part 3 🔥

Never be You- (Coming Soon.) 🧸🔥💔

Headcanons/Asks-

Random Headcanons (SFW) 🧸🧸🧸

SEBASTIAN STAN:

One Shots-

Jealousy, Jealousy- (Coming Soon.) 🔥

One and Only- (Coming Soon.) 🧸🧸🧸

MAX BURNETT:

One Shots-

Tell Me You’re Mine- (Coming Soon.) 🔥🧸

Series-

The Con- (Coming Soon.) 💔🧸🔥

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My Good Girl❤️‍🔥

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