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ragnarockz · 2 months ago

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Your stuff with Maya is so hot!! Would you be willing to do a Maya x fem!reader where they are all out at a bar and Matt and Sal both find reader attractive and are trying to see who can gain her attention and get her home. And Maya is also attracted to her and after watching them make asses of themselves she steps in and successfully takes reader from them and tells the guys they are fucking idiots and never stood a chance especially when she learns the only one reader wanted all night was Maya to begin with?? and then takes reader to her place and has her way with her?!?

GIVE ME SOME GRACE HERE WITH THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAVE ONLY EVER SHIED AWAY FROM WRITING CHARACTER X READER🥺💛🔒

ANYWAY! MAYA LOVES A CHALLENGE, DOES SHE NOT? 👀 And maybe you kinda sorta love her...for now 😈

You've been nursing your first drink for some time now as your boss orders another round. You blow out a loud exhale in annoyance as you scrunch your face before downing your glass. He's your boss and your uncle so you can't really ever complain to anyone. He gave you a pretty high end job that pays well as his personal assistant. You smile weakly as the bartender hands out another round; definitely their fifth and undoubtedly your second.

You don't see her but she sees you. Sitting at another table with Matt and Sal; she's been eyeing you as the two of them whisper that it's Todd McCoy at the bar with his group. Maya doesn't pay much attention to the chatter as she's more interested in keeping her eyes on what she hopes will be her prize for the night. It isn't until Sal bursts her bubble that you look over your shoulder at the commotion and eavesdrop a little into what they're whisper-yelling to one another.

"That's his PA; right? She's sitting on the edge? Dude, she's a smoke show!"

Sal whisper yells to Matt and Matt, adjusts his glasses before ducking his head closer down to the table.

"That's his niece or daughter or something like that. Just hired his own family I guess to keep whatever secrets close to his vest. Smart...he's got a lot of scandals swirling around him but no one fucking cares; he brings in the big money."

Maya scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest; flicking her ponytail off of her shoulder. She's facing your direction and her eyes haven't left you yet.

"He's a fucking asshole. He calls me asking for favors all the time and I tell him where he can stick his fucking favors. He doesn't even let her do her job! But, shit..."

Their whispers get lower and out of earshot and you can no longer hear what they're saying but now the three of them are all looking in your direction and the looks on their faces are telling.

It's some sort of challenge or game; some sort of determination and one upping each other. Who's dick is the biggest? Who can pull the strings? Who can rise to the top? The two men were bickering back and forth but Maya was cool and collected and soaked you in for as long as she could.

You turn your attention back to the bar as you know that they know you've been staring at them just as they've been staring at you. Pushing your drink away, you take your phone out from your pocket and mindlessly scroll through your favorite app. It doesn't take long for you to see some posts about Matt Remick and his indulgent Kool-Aid up and coming movie. Associated, of course, are Sal and Maya. You quickly glance around you as your thumb and pointer touch the screen to blow the photo up and get a better look at her.

Even though she's literally sitting behind you a few tables over.

Even though she's literally walking right up to you and you don't even notice until it's too late and you hear your Uncle's loud voice greeting her with nothing but sarcasm and backhanded compliments.

"Look who the cat dragged in! I see you and Remick and Saperstein are poaching in on our celebration...how obvious of you!"

He extends his hand to Maya who, doesn't take it. Instead, she gives him a half-baked smile that looks more like a grimace. She shoots a quick glance in your direction before she opens her mouth to reply; spitting nothing but venom out.

"Funny...wouldn't mark this as a celebration, looks more like a fucking funeral. Jesus...everyone looks fucking miserable, Todd. What did you do? Offer to cut them loose if they didn't show up here? God! And what? You dragged her into this too?"

She points her thumb back over her shoulder in your direction and makes you focus on her. The way her ponytail is perfect hanging behind her; her outfit looks like it peeled right out from a magazine. Her face; her expressions. She cold and calculated and undeniably really fucking hot. You slowly tuck your phone away just in case she catches a glance of what you've been looking at before she walked over here. Her. And before that? Also her.

God, you think to yourself as you bite your bottom lip, you're down bad for Maya Mason.

"Anyway, Todd...nice talking to you, as always. Next time you have a marketing question, ask your niece to call me instead of you. Isn't that her job? If not, we can always get her in with Continental. Scrub her name out from under yours..."

You swore your Uncle went white in the face as she chuckled nervously and brushed Maya off without a word, turning back to the members of your party. She nods her head, another win under her belt before she licks her lips and looks at you.

"We have an empty seat at our table if you'd rather join a real fucking party and not whatever the fuck your lame ass Uncle is trying to pull..."

And she leaves it at that as she walks away, leaving you to decide. It takes less than a second for you to slip off of the bar stool and follow at her heels. You sit yourself down at the empty spot between Maya and Sal with Matt across with you. You're familiar with them all; having been in the industry for so long all of these people are a little more than acquaintances.

The table goes quiet and you can feel the air shift between the four of you; going back to that low-level of whisper they had been engaging in earlier. The game has started and you wonder what it is.

Matt starts first; rambling on quickly about how he could use a new PA and your expertise and knowledge is perfect for him; perfect for Continental. It makes Maya roll her eyes and scoff as she shakes her head; basically kicking Matt from under the table.

You sit there with a pained smile on your face and wish it was Maya saying these things; wishing it was her asking you to be her personal assistant. You can only dream as Sal interjects Matt to now ramble on about executive challenges that he believes you can lend a hand in.

Maya loudly interjects as she reaches beside you to put her hand over yours which has been resting on your lap. You feel a warm shiver creep up your spine with the proximity of her. You can smell her perfume and almost feel her shirt touching your arm. You hold your breath.

"Fuck these two and fuck your lame ass funeral...how about we go to a real fucking party, just us? Just the girls?"

You feel like a trance has been put over you as you slowly nod your head and a small smile creeps onto your lips. She mimics you as she nods her head as well and matches the smile. You notice there's a look in her eye; a known feeling that she won whatever this was. Her smile turns hungry and you notice it but don't give it a second thought. Her hand still over yours she clutches it to pull you up and out of your seat to lead you out of the bar and into the waiting car parked outside.

She ushers you into the back seat and follows close behind you, basically sitting on top of you as she gets herself in and slams the car door closed.

"Those losers can find another ride home. Fuck them...thinking they were going to fucking win over me...pathetic..."

The rest of the car ride is quiet but you can feel the tension building between you and Maya. She found your hand with hers again and held it; clutched it tightly. She started making little circles with her thumb in the soft fold between your own thumb and pointer finger. She felt warm and cool at the same time. You could hear her breathing get more ragged, unhinged the closer you got to her place.

You knew what was coming and you had already accepted it the second you sat down at their table at the bar. You knew what the game was the second you felt Maya's gaze on you. And, you knew, exactly what the prize for winning such game was: you.

You barely make it into Maya's foyer before she gets you up against the door of what you quickly assume is a closet. You feel her hands ripping and pulling and dragging off your clothes in a hurried frenzy. Like she's starving, dying of thirst. Like the only thing she needs to survive is you and you alone. And you let her because, fuck, in this moment, who wouldn't? You moan loudly into her mouth when her lips collide with yours and you sink a little lower against the door as her hands find their way in between your legs and groping your breast.

You let her. She uses you.

You can barely make out anything in the darkened foyer with the shaded glass of her home. Obviously for privacy so peeping toms and paparazzi aren't sneaking peaks into her home at all hours. But a slight change of light from outside gives you the opportunity to see a shape or, maybe even a shadow, of something between her legs when she desperately pulls her own pants down and kicks them off from her ankles.

You feel it before you even get a chance to really see it. Cool and smooth with slight ridges that tease at your folds which are, without a doubt, slick from her hands and just honestly from her. As bold and brassy as Maya Mason was and known to be, you did not expect her to be packing out in public. Especially, with Sal and Matt by her side. Maybe they knew her better than you and the tabloids did but fuck, what did that matter now as your breath hitches in your throat. She was just inches away from filling you up with her cock.

She pushes you against the door and this time, fills you up with herself. You feel yourself stretch to take her cock; as much as your body allows and then some. The tip hits your cervix already and you moan in delight. You want more; you're begging for it and you very quickly realize, that's her favorite thing in the world.

To have someone beg for her.

She's rough and quick and fast. She's loud and messy and nothing comes out from her mouth but 'fuck' and 'shit' and 'jesus fucking christ'. You can barely keep your head on straight as your eyes slam shut and your head snaps forward and you focus on the relentless pounding of her cock up inside of you. You can feel the silicone warm and then become hot; your own wetness making it easier for her to fuck you. You're on the brink of orgasm; you can feel it. That hot pull in your lower abdomen; the pressure waiting to be released. Your little moans and whines and breaths hitch up in your throat and you can swear she's calling you a 'good girl' and a 'pretty fucking thing' and then...

It all comes crashing down around you.

You cum and she, pulls right out.

A wail escapes your lips as you bend forward; trying to catch yourself from your knees buckling. You can hear the smirk on her face that you can't see. It was really all some game. Just some quick fuck in her house up on some hill in Hollywood. You can sense she's trying not to laugh as you hear the shuffling of fabric as she scoops up her pants and pulls them back on. The zipper is deafening; like a gunshot ringing out.

"I'll call you a cab, Sweet Thing...you'll be home before the sun comes back up over those fucking hills. It was nice meeting you, by the way...maybe we'll run into one another again."

Your heart hammers away in your chest as you hear her footsteps and then the front door opening once again. She is literally standing there holding the door open for you to get your shit and get the fuck out.

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