#wonder woman 84

[viaov]

Adam Hughes, Wonder Woman, She Hulk, “Watch it, mortal… Got my eye on you…!”

[lovesdjarin]

maybe i'm forgetting someone sorry

[greenreaper04]

This is why people love him. This is why Pedro Pascal deserves everything that's happening on his life right now. Aside from his talent, and physical looks, he is so genuine and pure that you can't help yourself but to love him. He is being showered by love, because he's giving his love.

In a way, this is inspirational for a lot of people. For those who are passionate yet, hasn't gotten what they deserve. Here we have a man that is genuine in what is doing, earning the fruits of his labor. It took a while, but he got there eventually. And I couldn't be more happier for him. You fuckin deserve it bud, just reap what you sow.

[palioom]

anything you want

summary: needy and desperate for you all day, you promise maxwell to help him with his frustrations. but it's a little different from what he had in mind.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader word count: 2.9k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n ; some swearing, unprotected p in v, handcuffs, sub!maxwell; teasing, some edging, oral (m & f receiving); deepthroating; face sitting; cowgirl; implied cockwarming a/n: this is my first time writing a subby male character, enjoy!

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“My love, please.” He moaned, arms flexing as he pulled against the restraints on his handcuffs. “Don’t you think I have- ah, suffered enough?”

She shook her head slowly, wide grin on her face as she attached her lips to his neck, teasing her teeth along his skin.

“I’m far from done with you, Max.” She purred, feeling him shiver and his hips jerk up. “You’ve been so desperate for me all day, you can wait just a little longer.”

Maxwell swallowed hard, closing his eyes.

Why had he said yes to this?

To have her handcuff him to the headboard, naked and hard as a rock while she teased and teased and teased him endlessly.

He was insane, but God, it felt good.

“I want you to beg for me, baby.” She said, her fingers running down his soft stomach, feeling the hair that started just below his navel. His muscles jumped at her touch, making her smirk against his skin, kissing up to his ear.

The little sounds he made, switching between grunting and whimpering when her hand came too close to his cock, they were intoxicating to her.

“Tell me what you need, Maxwell, and you’ll get it.”

Biting into his earlobe, she felt how he shivered, heard the groan hitching on his breath. Her hand wandered lower, fingertips just inches away from where he needed her most right now.

“My darling-” His words died in his throat when she kissed the underside of his jaw, the rattling of the handcuffs sounding from above her.

“You’re so sensitive.” She giggled, kissing her way up until she found his mouth, her hands cradling his face as she straddled him, careful not to touch his dick just yet.

No, he had to earn that.

And even if he struggled to right now, she knew that he would be very happy about it again later.

“Would you be so kind as to touch me?” He asked between her kisses, shifting underneath her, trying to get something, anything. “Please, my dear.”

She placed a kiss on his beautiful, big nose before kissing down his cheek to his jaw again, her hands on his chest as she inched further down.

“A start.” She said, biting the skin at the crook of his neck, grinning at the choked sound that left him. “But you can do better, baby.”

Again, the sound of metal against metal, the handcuffs above him as he breathed in deeply.

“My dear, please.” He said, voice strained as she travelled down, her hands running over his sides. It was adorable how he tried. “Please, touch me.”

“I am, baby.” She laughed, kissing his stomach, looking up at him. His eyes followed her intently, as she scooted back, careful not to touch his dick. “Or ain’t I?”

“You know what I mean.” He breathed, hips shifting when she kissed his happy trail, staying there as she peppered his abdomen with bites and kisses. “Please.”

“But I don’t.” She replied. 

Smiling up at him still, all innocent.

God, she was beautiful, even when she teased.

Maybe even more beautiful because she teased.

“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty boy.”

She resumed kissing him, below his navel, over to his hip bones, but never further down.

He squirmed at the name, craning his head.

Maxwell could try and sit this out, but he had wanted her all day already. At this point, it was starting to hurt, his leaking cock so close to her mouth as it throbbed, aching for her attention.

“I want your mouth on me, darling.” He spoke, watching as she kissed lower with a grin, his muscles flexing. “I want your tongue around my- around my dick, please, my dear. Please.”

She hummed, placing a kiss against the base of it, the neatly trimmed hair tickling her as it rested lightly against her cheek.

Just looking up at him for a moment, watching his reaction.

“What else do you need?” She asked, flattening her tongue against the underside of his cock, listening to his whimpers, how they became louder when the tip of her tongue ran over the slit, tasting the precum. 

He looked hot, struggling against the restraints like this, muscles in his arms flexing, the vein on his neck popping out as he set his jaw.

The need and desperation in his eyes as he knew she could stop just as quickly as she had started if he made one wrong move.

“I want to be inside of you.” He breathed, voice thin. This really took all of his strength, his dick twitching as she wrapped a hand around the base, just lightly squeezing.

The thought of her mouth around him was almost enough to make him cum, so worked up and sensitive.

She let the nails of her free hand roam over his hip, seeing the goosebumps appear on his skin, kissing the tip of his dick.

“Where?” She teased, pressing kisses along his cock, all the way down until she licked a stripe up again, repeating her earlier motion. “Say it, I wanna hear you.”

“In- Inside your pussy- Fuck.” His voice broke when she took him in her mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his hips jerking up.

Still struggling against the restraints, his fingers flexing open and closed. The desperation on his face now clear as daylight.

Brows furrowed together, lips slightly parted. His hair a mess.

She hummed around him, the vibration only making him whimper more. Taking him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as her hand worked on what she couldn’t fit.

“Good job, Max.” She giggled when she let go of him for a moment, her hand splaying over his abdomen to keep his hips from moving. “Now beg me a little more while I suck your cock and I’ll give you all you asked for. Be nice and vocal for me, yeah?”

He cursed under his breath, head thrown back for a moment before he looked at her, saw how she took him into his mouth, how her lips stretched around his dick. 

How she took him deeper, all the way until her nose pressed against his abdomen and her throat tightened around him for a moment.

All before she came up again for air, a small string of spit connecting her lips and his cock.

The moan that left him was music to her ears, as was his begging.

“Baby, please. Do that again, please.” He whimpered, seeing her smirk as she closed her mouth around him again, the hand not on his stomach now moving to his balls. “You’re so gorgeous- Fuck, I need you, dear.”

His balls twitched in her hand as she took him as deep as she could again, staying there as she felt the vein at the underside of his cock throb against her tongue.

Damn, he was close.

It burned in her throat, but seeing him lose composure, his hips bucking up into her mouth, his arms fighting against the handcuffs, all that was enough to make up for it.

“You’re so pretty when you’re struggling, Maxwell.” She said with a wide grin when she came up again, chuckling when his hips jerked up into nothing. 

“Dear, please let me-” He was too close to the edge, looking at her lips, seeing his cock twitch right below them.

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Let you what?” She asked, drawing her hand away from his balls, crawling over his body. 

When she was level with his head, she caressed his cheek, a little pout of mock concern on her face.

“Talk to me, baby, what do you need?” She asked before kissing him deeply, using his moan to slip her tongue into his mouth.

It took a couple of seconds before he caved. “Let me cum in your mouth, please.”

God, he sounded desperate. How adorable.

“You’d love that, hm?” She whispered, moving back again, wrapping her hand around his cock, giving him a few gentle pumps but stopping right before he got too close.

“Yes, please, darling.” He hissed, brows furrowed and his eyes pleading. The way she built him up just to let him fall again was driving him insane.

“You plead so nicely.” 

With that, she was on him again, bobbing her head as she swirled her tongue around him. And it didn’t take long before his orgasm hit him, coming with a strangled moan as she took him deeper, humming when she felt the salty taste fill her mouth.

The sound of the handcuffs was a constant background noise, and she watched his muscles flex against them, how he ground his teeth together, the way his hips squirmed and pushed up into her mouth as he continued pulsing.

Sweat had built up on his forehead and as he calmed down slowly, small pants left him, looking at her as she lifted her mouth off his softening dick, crawling over him again.

Smiling, she pressed a lazy kiss to his lips, his whole being now less tense that he had been able to let go of some of the frustration. Though, she could still feel some leftover tension.

“Feeling better?” She cooed, brushing back some of his blonde hair, cupping his cheek. “You did so well, baby.”

He groaned, knowing just by her voice that this hadn’t been all.

“Better, but-”

She shook her head. “You’re not done, I know you’re still all tense and worked up and as a good girlfriend I have to help you, right?”

Grinning, she sat up, just looking at him for a moment, seeing how the wheels in his head turned.

She wasn’t quite sure if he was excited or scared.

“You said you wanted my pussy, didn’t you, Maxwell?” She purred, hands roaming over his broad shoulders.

He nodded, swallowing hard, gaze jumping down to where she was already dripping wet, hovering over his stomach.

“What if you eat me out until you’re ready again, baby?” The answer was clear to her already, knowing he would never say no. He loved eating her out, and not being able to be in control might just excite him a little more. “You’d love that, right?”

Maxwell nodded again, this time licking his lips, once again forgetting his wrists were cuffed to the bed, just wanting to touch her.

“Scoot down a little more, let me ride your face.”

His eyes widened but he didn’t have to be told twice, moving down as well as the cuffs allowed, then watching her as she positioned herself over his face.

Sinking down, she moaned when she felt his eager tongue against her, his nose bumping against her clit as he lapped at her. 

One hand gripped his hair, holding him in place as her hips rocked back and forth, the other on the headboard to give her something to hold on to.

“Yes, like that, Max.” She breathed, head thrown back, biting her lip.

God, was he fucking talented at this, sucking on her clit when she gave him the chance before using his tongue to fuck into her again. 

Building her up quickly, making her legs shake as she finally looked down at him, tightening the grip on his hair as the rhythm of her hips became more erratic.

“You’re so good, fuck.” She moaned, taking a glance behind her and seeing his dick already hardening again. “And you’re getting so excited from this, aren’t you?”

He hummed into her and the vibrations let her topple over, whimpering but bracing herself on the headboard.

Almost there, just a little more.

“Max- Please.”

Again he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, looking up at her as her breath hitched when her orgasm hit her. Moaning loudly, her hips bucked against his face, and he was quick to lap up everything she gave him, groaning against her.

She truly was beautiful like this, biting her lip and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as she rode out the waves on him.

Gathering her breath, she moved off of him, seeing his chin glistening and giggling at the sight, Maxwell breathing hard as well as he licked his lips.

“You’re always so good to me.” She breathed, smoothing back his hair again, then letting the knuckle of one finger run down his cheek. “And looks like you’re ready for your reward, hm?”

Even he had to chuckle at that.

Reward.

“Yes, please, darling.” He said, showing he had learned. His dark eyes following her hips as she moved. “Please, I need you.”

She shifted back, wrapping one hand around his hard cock and guiding it against her pussy, flinching a little as the head rubbed against her clit, still overly sensitive.

“You sound so sweet when you beg me.”

She sank down on him with a groan, bracing herself on his chest as she felt him stretch her open, hearing how he moaned at her squeezing him.

“But you sound better when I’m fucking you.”

Slowly she began to roll her hips, moaning when he brushed up against that sensitive spot inside her.

His eyes went back and forth between her breasts as they bounced, just wanting to reach out and touch them, and his dick sliding in and out of her. A strangled moan left him at the sight, his hips pushing up against her.

“Ah-ah, stop squirming, Max.” She said, stopping her hips for a moment even if she deprived herself. “I’m fucking you, baby, not you me.”

An annoyed and frustrated sigh left Maxwell, trying to keep still as she resumed her pace, going a little faster.

“Let me touch you, dear, please give me that.” He begged, his arms beginning to hurt from the strain as he kept moving them. “Dear, please.”

She smiled, breathless laughter leaving her as she sat up more straight, her fingertips barely touching his chest now. Head thrown back.

How sweet he could beg.

“What do you wanna touch, Max?” She asked, squeezing him particularly hard to torture him, relishing in his whimper and moan. “C’mon, tell me.”

“Fuck- I want to touch your breasts, darling.” He rushed his words, feeling so sensitive as she gripped him tight. “They’re so perfect, please.”

She bit her lip, thinking about it for a moment as she sped up her movements on top of him.

“No.” 

The whine that came from him was more than delicious, and she watched as he squirmed in frustration below her, trying to keep his hips still.

A quiet laugh slipped past her lips.

He looked so good, all flushed and desperate below her. This was something to do more often, for sure.

“Darling, please-”

Yes, he was close, just as she was.

Bending down, she captured his lips with hers, her hand wandering down between them, finding her clit.

“Bet you’d love to do that, huh?” She whispered against his lips with a smile. “Rub my clit? Oh, darling.”

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, swallowing his soft noises.

She kept rubbing tight circles into her clit, when she suddenly clamped around him, moaning loudly and breaking the kiss as she shook on top of him. There was the vague feeling of his cock twitching inside her, filling her up as he moaned and whimpered.

Trying to break free from the handcuffs.

She helped him ride out his orgasm, then slowly stopped, staying where she was on top of him, just lazily kissing him.

“You’ve done so well for me, Max.” Her voice was a whisper as she reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the small key before unlocking the handcuffs around his wrists, letting them dangle from the headboard.

Immediately his arms were around her middle, roaming over her back and just feeling her as they kissed.

“How do you feel?” She asked, wanting to make sure this hadn’t been too much for him. “Everything okay?”

She brushed his hair back, expression soft now as she looked at him.

“Everything’s perfect.” He sighed, cradling her cheeks now. “Thank you, love.”

While it had been frustrating, he enjoyed giving control over to her, not even being able to touch her. It was exciting and different.

“Good.” She smiled, kissing his nose softly. “You were really needy, baby.”

He only chuckled, pulling her closer.

“You think you can stay like this a little longer?” He asked quietly, enjoying how she felt around him, her warmth. 

It was different, but comforting.

“Sure, baby.”

She kissed him again before resting her head against his shoulder with a sigh, hearing him groan as she shifted a little to get comfortable.

“Anything you want, Maxwell.”

[cosmicbreathe]

Pedro Pascal characters as color palettes

[superherocaps]

[nkp1981]

Pedro Pascal for THR: “I don't have kids. I've only learned through these characters how painfully vulnerable one becomes and how much your life depends on their life being OK. It's a fun fantasy to fulfill, and I'll play as many dads as I can get.”

[worldsfinestpowercouple]

Hell yeah! Let's keep it up blue beetle battalion!

[eatmyshortsz666]

If your favorite isn't on the poll, answer yours in the comments!

[joshgeorge007]

[viaov]

Mikel Janin, Wonder Woman(s)

[mastercontrol123]

Happy 72nd Birthday Lynda Carter! 🌠❤️

[greenreaper04]

One of the most common small discourse about "The Mandalorian" that I recently stumble is about, why does Din has facial hair, when he's barely seen by anyone. like wouldn't it be more practical and easier for him to just shave it off completely. And I have only 1 counter point , Wonder Woman 84. Like have you seen him in that god awful movie? I fuckin love this man, but Pedro Pascal without beard or mustache is just wrong, and whoever decided to have him shave should pay for their transgressions against humanity that they committed. I'm really glad that he has no intention on shaving it.

[palioom]

congratulations

summary: you visit maxwell in his office to celebrate a big win for him in the way you know he likes best.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader word count: 2.8k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n ; some swearing, unprotected p in v, sub!maxwell; teasing, some edging, oral (f receiving); riding; praise kink; office sex

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Walking past the front desk of the office building with long strides, she grew more and more excited as she entered the elevator, pressing the button that would bring her to Maxwell’s office.

Today had been a great day, he had managed to make some deals he had been anxious about for ages, deals that would help grow his business even further.

He had called her earlier, ecstatic about it and she had immediately gotten dressed and made her way over to celebrate early.

Bouncing on her heels, she grinned all the way up, genuinely excited for his achievements, pulling down her skirt just a little more.

The doors opened with a “ding!” and she crossed the little hallway in just a few steps, opening the door to his office without knocking.

The secretary had told her he was alone.

“Maxwell!” She said, voice full of excitement and happiness, a wide smile on her face. “Congratulations, baby!”

His head snapped up, confused at first but then a grin spread across his face as he saw her quickly walk over to him, turning his chair to the side so she could lean down and kiss him properly.

“Thank you, love.” He said in between kisses, her hands squeezing his cheeks, his own on her hips, guiding her to sit on his lap sideways.

She giggled when she let go of him, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so well.” 

Her lips found his nose before pressing another one to his lips.

A shiver ran through him when her hands moved down to his neck, her gaze still soft and excited but with a certain twinkle in them now.

Maxwell swallowed heavily.

“I think you deserve a reward, don’t you, pretty boy?” She purred, voice low now, leaning closer to his ear. “A nice reward for all your hard work?”

“Darling-”

“Don't you, baby?”

She kissed him again, swallowing his moan and feeling his fingers dig into her sides.

Her hands wandered over his shoulders, feeling the expensive material of his baby blue suit and then down to his chest, opening some buttons.

“Y-Yes, dear.” His pupils were blown wide when she pulled back, lips slightly parted.

He looked so gorgeous, all flustered and needy already.

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispered, moving to stand from his lap, lifting herself onto his desk. “And I know just what a reward you’d love.”

His dark eyes followed her moves, wandering down to where she slowly spread her legs right in front of him, her dark skirt riding up higher.

Just this little bit of teasing had him strain against his suit pants, shifting in his leather chair.

This was absolutely something he would love, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

She just watched him, leaning back on one arm while her free hand played with the hem of her skirt.

“Take off your jacket, Max.”

He took a moment, blinking up at her but then moving to take it off, throwing it into a chair not too far away from them.

Waiting for what she’d say next.

She saw his fingers flexing on his thighs, looking over her legs, spread for him but not quite showing what he wanted just yet.

“You can touch, baby.” She said, her free hand coming up to brush back his hair. “It’s alright, pretty boy.”

His fingers were on her immediately. Trailing up her shins to her knees and then to her thighs, not daring to cross the line of her skirt, but pressing a soft kiss to the inside of one of her knees.

The motion made her shiver, letting her nails rake over his scalp.

Giggling at the small moan that left him.

“Such a good boy, Max.” She cooed, his eyes snapping up to hers. “So good, baby.”

Just when she thought he had forgotten his manners, he whispered a quiet “Thank you”, making her smile wider and caress his cheek.

With a sigh, her hand fell to her skirt, fingers trailing along the hem of it.

“I was thinking about teasing you today, baby.” She said, lifting her hips so she could hike up her skirt further, until it was bunched up at her waist. “But I am so, so proud of your hard work and you are being so good for me, so I won’t.”

His eyes had followed her every move, now fixed on the black lace covering her already wet pussy.

He was adorable, hands on her thighs but the wheels clearly turning in his head, unsure if he could touch her or not.

The desire was clearly there, breaths shallow and his hands moved up and down her legs.

“Go ahead, told you it’s okay, baby.”

As if a leash had been taken off of him, his hands moved up, hooking his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down swiftly, putting them in the breast pocket of his dress shirt.

“I’m getting those back later.” She laughed, her hand threading back into his hair as he moved to pull her closer to the edge of the table.

His broad hands rested on the inside of her thighs, keeping her spread open for him.

Just when he was about to dive in, though, looking like a man starved, she tightened her grip in his hair with a soft tut, holding him back.

“Ah-ah, Max. Slow.” She warned him, just a little sternness in her voice. “This is your reward and you’ll savour that, won’t you, baby?”

He nodded, eyes coming back up to hers, seeing her raised brow.

It took him a moment, but he got there, knowing she wanted him to speak.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at that, chuckling quietly.

“There you go, now go ahead. Congratulations.”

Her hand stayed in his blonde locks but she loosened her grip, gasping when his tongue made contact with her clit.

It was his favourite thing, eating her out. Always got him rock hard and he was so good at pleasing her, swirling his tongue around her clit before moving down to her aching hole, fully tasting her.

“Oh, Max- Fuck, you’re good, baby, doing so well.” She said, the praise making him moan against her core. The vibrations felt delicious, paired with his tongue fucking into her and his nose nudging against her clit. “Such a good boy for me.”

She watched him, head buried between her thighs, eyes closed and brows furrowed, his movements slow even though she felt the tenseness in him, the urge to go faster and devour her.

Not yet, though. Maxwell needed to work on his patience, always wanting things to happen in an instant.

Her hips bucked against his face in time with his movements, moaning loudly when he sucked on her clit.

“That’s it, Max. Just a little faster, yes?”

She felt breathless already, her orgasm building steadily and too quickly for her own liking, too turned on by him submitting to her.

He increased his movements, just a little too fast, the tight grip on his hair reminding him to slow down right to how she wanted him, humming at the pain.

“You gotta be patient, baby. I got you this pretty reward and you want it to be over in a minute?” She said, watching him shift in his chair again. “Are you that ungrateful?”

“No.” The sound of his voice was muffled against her pussy, eyes opening to look up at her now.

Fuck, he looked hot, eyes glazed over and so needy.

“What was that?” She asked, pulling him off of her by his hair. “You gotta speak up, it’s rude to talk with your mouth full, Maxwell.”

He was breathing hard, chin glistening with her wetness.

“No, my love.” He repeated, louder this time.

She smiled, knuckles brushing over his cheek.

“Good.” She sighed, grabbing his hair again and pulling him against her. “Was thinking you didn’t deserve this pussy, but go ahead, I’ll look the other way just this once.”

He practically devoured her, wet noises intensifying as he moaned and whimpered into her.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby.” She moaned, feeling herself getting closer as he alternated between giving attention to her clit and fucking to her, lapping up all of her.

He whimpered again, doubling down, wanting to feel her cum on his tongue, wanting all of his reward.

He had definitely earned it.

Just when she teetered on the edge though, she brought one of her feet to his shoulder, pushing him back and against the back of his chair, making him whine at the loss but smirking when she saw his desperate and confused look.

“Darling-” Maxwell whimpered, fearing he had fucked up somehow, watching her breathe heavily.

Genuinely worried this was it, with the way her heel was digging into his collarbone.

But she shook her head, tilting it back as she gathered her breath, orgasm ebbing away slowly.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, Max, don’t worry your pretty blonde head.” She laughed a little, breathless, and it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Besides her moans. “You’re just too good, baby. And I want this to last for you, don’t you?”

He nodded, then remembered.

“Yes, love.”

She waited just a moment longer before looking back at him, her foot falling away from his shoulder with a smirk, nudging against the bulge in his pants.

Clearly taking him by surprise, based on the choked sound he made.

“Sweetheart- My god-”

A giggle echoed between them and she bit her lip at the sight of him.

“Make me cum, make it pretty, and you’ll get another reward, baby.” She said, spreading her legs again, wet and waiting just for him. “Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect, thank you, my love.” 

The words came out rushed, and he was on her immediately.

This time, she let him, bucking up against his face, moaning at his eagerness.

Feeling herself closer to the edge again, hand on his shoulder to find some purchase, sounds growing louder by the second.

“Fuck, Maxwell, you’re so good, such a good boy.” She breathed out, so close, so damn close. He focused on her clit again, sucking hard. “Just like that, yes!”

All air left her lungs when she came, a wretched moan leaving with it, body shaking.

Maxwell lapped up everything he gave her, helping her through the waves and he watched her face contorted in pleasure, groaning softly.

He kept going until she pushed him back with her foot again. Big, satisfied smile on her face, almost matching his.

“You’ve done well, baby. That was fucking good.”

Sitting up straight, she looked down at him, cupping his cheeks.

“Ready for more, love?” She asked, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones again. “You must be aching to have my pussy on you, hm? Tell me, baby.”

He really was uncomfortable in his pants, nodding.

“Very. I want you, darling.”

It wasn’t quite right, he wasn’t begging hard enough.

“Open your pants, take out your cock.” She ordered him and he did as told, opening his suit pants and freeing his aching cock, already glistening with precum.

Whimpering when he touched himself but then resting his hands on his thighs.

“Touch yourself.” She said, watching his face fall with a giggle. His fingers flexed but didn’t move. “You heard me, go on.”

He was just aching and she knew, knew that it wouldn’t take him that long until he burst.

But he needed more patience.

Still, he reluctantly wrapped his hand around himself, giving himself a few slow tugs, whimpering but looking at her.

Just like he knew she wanted.

“Beg me for it.” She said, eyes moving back and forth between his cock and his face, taking in his parted, glistening lips. “Beg for my pussy and you’ll get your reward.”

“Please, darling.” He said, hand slowing down just a little, trying to hold out. “I- I want your sweet pussy around my- fuck, around my cock. Please, my love.”

She smiled. Normally it wouldn’t be enough and she would reduce him to tears before she gave in.

But it was a special day, and he deserved this.

“I’ll let it slide. Well done, Max.”

She slid down the table to straddle his hips in the chair, reaching between them to line herself up with him.

Slowly sinking down onto him, watching his eyes close as he slumped back against the backrest, his hands wandering to her hips and curling his fingers into her.

“Ah-ah, Maxwell, hands off.” She warned him, voice lacking just a little of her authority, breathless from how well he stretched her open. “No touching, got that?”

“But, my love-”

“Hands. Off.” She repeated, raising a brow at him, his hands removing themselves and gripping the armrests instead, knuckles white. “And you don’t cum ‘til I tell you to, understood?”

This wasn’t what he understood under a reward, but there was an element of excitement to it.

He’d take whatever she would give him.

Slowly, she rolled her hips, squeezing him tight when he didn’t answer.

“Understood, Maxwell?”

He nodded, looking her in the eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

She braced herself on her elbows on the table behind her, bouncing on his cock as their moans mingled, small breaths and pants interspersed.

It was beautiful, seeing him try to hold on, try to do what she told him to. Saw how he struggled to keep his hands to himself, how he just wanted to cum inside of her already.

But he held back, trying so hard not to let his orgasm crash into him already.

“You look so pretty like this, Maxwell.” She moaned, leaning forward again to kiss him. “Trying so hard for me, being such a good, obedient boy.”

He whimpered into her mouth and she slipped her tongue against his, feeling how he lifted his hands off the armrests just momentarily before slamming them back down again.

His hips rocking up into her with shallow motions now.

“I know it’s hard but you can hold on a little longer, yes?”

A strangled “yes” rolled from his mouth right into hers.

She was losing control faster than she thought she would, spurred on by his sounds and the way his cock hit her just right.

“Yeah, you can. You’re so good for me, Max, so good.” She let go of him, bracing herself on his shoulders, the chair squeaking with every bounce of hers. “I am so proud of you, so very proud, you’ve done well.”

Her words were mostly ramblings now, repeating herself over and over, drowning out the way he whimpered her name.

“My love, please.” He said, the pressure inside him unbearable now. “Let me cum, please- Darling-”

She felt hazy, nodding and grabbing his shoulders tighter.

“Cum inside me, Max, you’ve done so well, so good.”

And he did, letting go with a deep groan, eyes screwed shut as he spilled himself inside of her. Still not touching her, using the last of his willpower to grab the chair instead of her.

She followed right after him, his sounds of pleasure enough to tip her over a second time, mouth crashing against his again, drowning out her own moans.

Her hips kept moving until she had ridden out the last waves of pleasure, her hands finding his and prying open his tight grip to move them to her hips.

Maxwell immediately pulled her against him, meeting the lazy movements of her lips as they calmed down.

She giggled, moving back just a little so she could kiss his cheek.

“I really am proud of you, Max.” She whispered, resting her forehead against his temple, her nose pressing against his cheek. “Are you alright? Too much?”

He sighed, slumping back in his chair.

“Just perfect. The best surprise and reward a man could want.” His voice was a little hoarse, but nothing some water wouldn’t fix.

Or champagne. She was far from done celebrating with him.

“I reserved a table at that restaurant you like so much.” She said, looking into his eyes now. Such a nice shade of brown, so full of love for her. “The one with that really good lobster you never shut up about.”

He laughed at that, a hand coming up to brush some hair from her face.

“We should get home and get cleaned up. There’s a lot to celebrate.” She continued, smiling. “I am so happy for you, baby, congrats.”

“Thank you, my love.” He kissed her again, briefly. “Let’s go, then.”

There really was a lot to celebrate.

And they did, until the early morning.

With many more rewards for Maxwell from her.

Expressing just how happy and proud she was of him.

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Art Credit to JGIAMPIETRO