maxmoefoe imagines

rough.

your pov —

"i've had a bad fucking day, and if you are not on your knees by the door when i get home.. daddy's going to lose his fucking mind." max's voice boomed through your phone speaker.

your knees got weak as the voicemail played from your phone, he sounded really upset, and you knew how rough max got on days like this.

you listened to the voicemail one more time, a sticky feeling between your legs and your heart in your throat.

you looked at the time the voicemail was sent, and you had about 2 minutes before max pulled into the driveway.

and you walked down the hallway to the bathroom, standing infront of the mirror.

you tucked some hair behind your ear, your eyes admiring the fading pink marks on your neck that max had left a few days ago.

and you hiked up your skirt, so more of your ass showed, and more thigh. you had on a tight white tank top, with no bra, knowing this would drive max crazy.

and just as you ran your fingers over your lips, hoping to pump them up a little bit, the front door slammed open, and your heart started to beat.

"max?" you asked softly, walking out into the hallway to see max, and a smile appeared on your lips.

"baby." he mumbled, his eyes dark and filled with lust, his cheeks were pink, making it appear he had rushed home, his hair a floppy mess ontop his head.

his eyes were dark and filled with lust, his hair messy and his cheeks flushed pink. he dropped his bag and it hit the floor with a thud.

"i'm going to rip that skirt off you." he mumbled, and you blushed, running towards him, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

max's hands squeezed your ass, and you let out a yelp at the pressure. and he chuckled, squeezing again, making you giggle.

you started kissing his neck, nibbling, making sure to leave purple marks in your wake.

he walked down the hallway, and into the your bedroom, dropping you down on your bed, your boobs bouncing with the drop.

"fuck, you're so pretty... i can't wait to ruin you." max smiled, taking of his coat, and dropping it to the floor.

and you paused, getting distracted by his dimples, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, just because he looked at you.

and you blushed, "i got all dressed up for you daddy, do you like it?" smoothing out your skirt, being to shy to even look up at him.

and max's finger pushed your chin up softly, forcing your eyes to lock with his, and he smirked, nodding.

"y'know princess, i asked you to be on your knees waiting for me by the time i came home, what happened to that, huh?" he grinned, and you felt his hand rise up to wrap around your throat softly.

and you cursed at yourself in your head, he did ask you that.

"i'm sorry, i forgot, i just wanted to look pretty for you daddy--" you stuttered, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could pull off, his grip on your throat still tight.

and he grabbed a handful of your ass, pulling away and slapping it suddenly, making you let out a whimper, trying to desperately ignore how wet you were.

"but, i can make up for it now, i promise!" you smiled sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes, his hand still on your throat.

"you're not gonna get away with this that easy princess, you know the rules, c'mere." he grinned, sitting back down on the bed, patting his lap.