Craving
Authors note: This is my first time posting. I edited this numerous times. Not beta’d. It’s mostly porn with a slight bit of plot because I’m filthy. 😅 Please reblog and comment. Hope you enjoy :)
Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader
Word count: 5.4k
Summary: You get a new manager at your job.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Warnings: smut, slight mention of blood, fingering, dirty talk, workplace romance, no use of y/n, oral sex (f receiving), cum play, unprotected p-in-v, good girl, praise kink, rough sex
The long weekend just passed. She was off on Monday for Memorial Day and somehow an extra day still wasn’t enough time off from this dumpster fire of a job. It wasn’t always this bad she thought to herself. It got worse after the layoffs started. Now it was like working in Hell, 8 hours a day, Monday through Friday. She laughed to herself. “I bet working in Hell would be more fun..” she thought.
Two days a week she was supposed to go into the office and what was left of her team rotated shifts throughout the week. The Wednesdays she was in the office were probably her favorite day of the week. Not only was her close friend and coworker there with her on Wednesdays but management had been having food trucks in the visitor’s lot on Wednesdays. She jumped at any chance to get off the phone for a few minutes.
On her first break she headed to the hallway to go to the bathroom. On the way there, she caught a glimpse of a man in a black suit jacket and black slacks walking down the hallway towards the carport. She picked up her pace to see if she could catch another glimpse of who he was. She never saw him before. She looked down the hallway to catch him walking towards the carport. She figured he was one of the supervisors or managers going outside to smoke on a break. But he didn’t look like any of the supervisors that she’d ever seen here. She remembered them having a job posting for another default supervisor. Maybe that’s why he was here? If that is the case she was sure she would see him again.
Back at her desk, she still had time before her thirty minute lunch period. She yawned. Her last phone call was over 30 minutes ago. Jesus god…it’s so slow..she thought to herself. Her friend was two desks down from her on her right. “What’re you doing up there?” Her friend asked. She replied, “Trying to stay awake…I may need more caffeine”. She overheard her supervisor talking to the one manager. The manager was telling him to show “Max” his way around. Who the hell is Max? She thought to herself. Maybe that was the guy she saw earlier. No one wears suits here like that unless there is another company coming in for meetings with upper management but that hasn’t happened since Covid. If this Max guy is new she supposed she could understand why he would be dressing to impress. She peaked up over the cubicle to see if she could see the new guy. All she could see was the top of someone’s head with brown, moussed hair, next to her supervisor. She messaged her coworker through the messenger program:
“Yo, did you see that new guy with the business suit on yet? Kirk just told John to show Max around. I’m assuming the new guy’s name is Max?” It showed her coworker had saw the message. She waited for a response. Her friend responded back “No, I didn’t see him yet. But I heard someone talking to Kirk and John about someone new though..why?”. She responded back “Wait til you see him..I caught a glimpse of him in the hallway…” she laughed as she sent the message. Her friend responded “Oh god…you and your crushes..lol”
She sat back in her chair, bored out of her mind. She put her one AirPod in her ear to watch YouTube videos while she waited for another phone call to come through. She was giggling and snorting at a video, not paying attention, just listening for the beep indicating a call had come through on her computer. “Hey..” came from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her chair. “Jesus, Kirk..” she said. He laughed. Her supervisor was always doing that kind of shit to her. She looked up at Kirk, noticing someone hanging around behind him. “I wanted to introduce you to our new default supervisor. His name is Max Phillips. He’s also going to be dealing with collections stuff once we get him trained on everything.” He said. She looked around Kirk to see Max, her face blushed and she adverted her attention away from Max’s face quickly realizing he was the guy she had caught a glimpse of in the hallway. Max extended his hand as he said “Nice to meet you.” with a grin and a wink. She extended her hand to his, “Uh..hi..nice to..um meet you too, Max”. She shook his hand and swallowed hard. She thought to herself jesus christ ..his hands were huge. His hand engulfed her smaller hand. He had long fingers, even his nails looked taken care of. He had a tattoo between his thumb and pointer finger she noticed. Great, she was gawking at his hands and sitting there still clinging onto him, like a dumb ass. She pulled her hand away but Max’s lingered on hers, his thumb sliding across the top of her hand. Great, now I’m hallucinating thinking he’s trying to touch me more then he actually is. She internally rolled her eyes. Kirk looked at her and shook his head, confused as to why it got awkward between the two of them. “So..I’m going to need you to show Max how to look up accounts and how default save payments work, and any other helpful things you can think to go over with him.”, Kirk said. “He can come sit at your desk with you if that’s easier for the two of you.” She swallowed hard, nervous suddenly. “Yeah..uh..that’s fine. Let me go run to the bathroom and I can start showing him some stuff.” Max grinned and pulled a chair from the other cubicle, plopping down on it, crossing his legs at his ankles. “I’ll hang out until you get back.” He said. Why did his voice just sound like that, she thought as she walked off to the bathroom, shoving her iPhone in her pocket. She texted her coworker once she hit the bathroom. “Can you believe kirk has me training this Max guy..” she texted. Her friend responded “Oh well maybe you can get to know him. ;)” “Yeah or I’ll die of nervousness or get sick in my stomach..and have to use the bathroom 20x in a half hour. He’ll probably think I’m a lunatic..” she texted back.
A few minutes later she walked back to her cubicle. Max was sitting with his legs still crossed at the ankles, his arms behind his head, his eyes half closed. Well, he made himself comfortable real quick. She cleared her throat as she stood in front of him. He opened his eyes slightly and sat up, sliding his chair back so she could get to her seat. He smirked. She punched in her password, logging into her computer to change herself into training mode on her one program. She could feel him watching..or was he staring..at her. She turned around to talk to him. “So, Max, uh..where did you work before here?” He licked his lips before responding. “I worked for another loan servicer. In management as well. They were getting bought out by another loan company. And this is where I ended up.” Max sounded thrilled. “Ah, I see. Loan servicing..it’s great. Isn’t it? Now you’re in a call center. I’ve been here 13 years..” she said to him. “It is what it is. I need to pay the bills. And hopefully I can help the management team get more in line here”, he said. “I read the survey they had you guys do..it doesn’t seem like this department received favorable reviews..” She replied, “Somehow that does NOT surprise me..I remember what I put on the survey. And it wasn’t favorable.” She laughed. “Anyway…I’m going to explain this program we use to look up loan accounts and attempt to show you how to calculate a default save payment..” she said to him. He inched his chair closer so he could see the monitor.
About an hour went by as she showed him the most efficient way to calculate the save payments. They were difficult sometimes even for the tenured agents to figure out. He seemed like he had a good understanding of it. She went over most of the programs they used to locate accounts. “So does most of this make sense?” She asked him. She stretched back in her chair, yawning, waiting for his reply. She caught him as his eyes went up over her chest, lingering over her breasts, then up to her lips. He caught her biting at her lip ring and stifled a groan as he answered her, “Yeah..I think I understand most of it. It will probably make more sense once I start using the screens and the program more.” She nodded at him as she sat back upright in her chair. “Yeah, once you use them more it will be like second nature. We have lunch in a half hour, if that’s okay with you.” He nodded, grinning. “Yup, works for me..” He also stretched back in his chair, stretching his back, which was stiff from sitting in one position all morning. She tried to not stare at him and tried to keep her eyes on her computer’s monitor. Fuck..he was so sexy..and those hands. He had such masculine hands, long fingers, veins running down the top of his hands. She felt her face flush, as she thought of what those hands could do to her. He looked at her as she stared at her screen. Her face looked red. He smirked. He leaned in closer to her, putting his hand on her thigh, and half whispered, “Why’s your face suddenly red, sweetheart?” Jesus Christ, she thought. Why was he so close to her and why was he whispering? His baritone voice making her shiver. Did he see her face turn red? And his hand was on her thigh. She swallowed hard, answering him in a half whisper. “No reason..” she said, the ending of her sentence trailing off. He was so close to her he could smell the shampoo she used in her hair. If he got any closer he could nuzzle her neck, and get close to that pulsing vein in her neck, the one he wanted to bite and drink from. He felt his cock twitch in his slacks, thinking of biting her neck. He backed off, he could tell she was anxious. But he kept his hand on her thigh, sliding his hand up an inch then back down. He grinned. He could smell her arousal, could smell the scent of her sex. His canine teeth descended slightly in his mouth. This only happened for two reasons: he was either aroused or he smelled and/or could sense blood. She stifled a groan, biting her bottom lip. “Uh..Max, what are you doing for lunch?” She said, her voice coming out as a squeak. “I brought something from home. What about you? Did you bring something?” He replied. She looked at him, making full eye contact, her eyes drifting to his mouth, then up to his deep brown eyes. “I didn’t bring anything with. But there’s a McDonalds down the road, some pizza places up the street..if you wanted to go get something.” Max’s hand was still on her thigh, her face was mere inches from his as he stated “Doesn't matter to me, love. I could eat whatever..pick somewhere and I can drive us there. I’ll tell KirkI’m taking you to lunch so management doesn’t bitch at you..” Oh, he knew what he wanted to eat..but that wasn’t appropriate to say out loud. She felt like she was internally dying. If he didn’t move his hand off of her thigh, she was going to either combust or arch her hips to try to get his hand where she wanted it. His palm made a warm spot on her thigh, his hands were so large the longest two fingers were less then an inch from touching her core, which was throbbing at the closeness. She caught him using his other hand, the one not on her thigh, adjusting himself in his black slacks. There was a clear bulge in those pants. A rather large bulge, she thought as she swallowed roughly. What in the actual fuck was going on between the two of them? They worked together, so you shouldn’t mix business with pleasure, right? This could end badly if she didn’t curb it where it was. She could smell his aftershave or cologne when he was whispering in her ear.
Not only was he gorgeous, he had beautiful brown eyes, a full pouty bottom lip, he was about 5’10 or so, and a slim-ish build but he had a very tiny belly you could see with his button up shirt tucked in. He seemed like he was pretty full of himself and cocky. She rolled her eyes at herself. She would be attracted to someone who clearly threw off asshole vibes.
Lunch came and went. Max drove them to the pizza place two blocks away. They ate there and drove back. They were in the garage, in a parking spot, and had another 15 minutes until they had to log back in. She took an hour lunch today just in case they cut the time short getting there and coming back. Max looked over at her in his passenger seat of his Lexus. She was playing a game on her phone and texting, alternating between the two. He just stared at her, and adjusted himself in the seat. “So…” he grinned. “Why did your face get red back at your cubicle? I could see you blushing..” He wanted to see what she said, testing her. She looked up, eyeing him. “Oh, it was nothing. My mind was wandering..” she said with a small smile on her face. Shit, he was asking her why she had gotten flushed earlier. Now she knew she was going to blush again. He leaned closer to her, “Wanna tell me whatcha were thinking about..though I think I have an idea..” he put his hand on her thigh again, rubbing it softly. Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes moving to his mouth then to his eyes. She swallowed hard. “Well..umm…you had your hand on my thigh..and..” her voice trailed off. She shifted her eyes from his eyes then to his hand on her thigh. “Oh…so my hand on your thigh made you blush? What if I did this?” He moved his hand further up her thigh, sliding this thumb back and forth, slowly moving his hand further up between her legs. She groaned, arching her hips to his hand. “Ah, so you like that, sweetheart?” He leaned closer to her, keeping his hand almost between her legs, his mouth near the back of her ear. He slid his tongue out, lightly licking the shell of her ear. She closed her eyes. She must have been dreaming. Was Max’s hand almost between her thighs? She closed her eyes, whimpering. “Yes…M-max..I do like it..” Max slid his hand further, reaching her sex, sliding his fingers over her through her jeans, sliding up and down, rubbing her jeans against her slit. Her jeans already felt damp. He growled near her ear. His dick was twitching in his slacks. He slid his mouth down the side of her neck, pressing a small kiss below her ear. She instinctively tilted her head to the opposite side that Max was at so he had more room. Her pussy was throbbing through her jeans as Max’s fingers slid over her. “Max..are you sure we should be doing this?” She said softly, stifling her moan. He replied, his baritone voice muffled by her neck, “I personally don’t see a problem with it.. I’m not in your department, not technically anyway, and no one has to know..” His voice trailed off as he pressed another quick kiss to her neck, letting his tongue trail out after the kiss. He slid his tongue around in slow circles at that specific spot on her neck. She groaned. “Fuck, Max..please..” she whispered. He moved his mouth off her neck slightly, “What do you need, sweetheart? More of this?” he said as he pushed his fingers into her more thru her jeans, sliding his thumb up to the top of her slit, rubbing where her clit was, pushing into it through her jeans. She bit at her lip ring, pushing her hips up towards his hand again. He slid his hand up to her zipper and button, tugging at the button and unzipping her jeans, sliding down the elastic of her panties, his long fingers rubbing against her slit. He groaned as his fingers touched wetness. “Jesus, baby, you’re soaked for me..” he slid a finger into her slit and slid his thumb around her clit slowly. “Mm..how’s that? Does that feel better?” He asked her as he lifted his lips so close to her’s she could feel his breath. She tilted her lips slightly, pressing her mouth against his. He kissed her, licking into her open mouth. His one hand was still down between her legs, teasing her clit. She slid her hand down his chest, sliding over his belt buckle, to the large bulge in his slacks. She palmed him through his slacks, feeling him moan against her mouth.
