Hi welcome to side blog #4 where anything I have a fixation on that doesnât fit into my asoiaf blog goes. So like fictional character zoo and smut dumpâ¨
Current kick: Max Hastings in AGGGTM feel free to drop a Thot for that creacher
Other smoochies: to be revealed cough I mean DJ grassonova, gale of Waterdeep and Han Solo shit prob macready from the thing 82 this is my lair. Shutting down the marvel blog so welcome Bucky Barnes and John Walker!!!!
Askbox: Open⨠(be warned Iâm slow)
Fics:
Max Hastings:
With your blonde hair and blue eyes NSFW
NSFW Alphabet
Gifsets
Max Hastings:
Blue light 1 | Blue light 2 | Red light
Pretty tears | S2E4
So yeah thatâs all shitty gifs and edits will go here and the occasional fic
summary: while high, you and your two best friends get into the usual trouble, this time with something more..
pairing: kat taylor x fem!reader x bobby franklin
warning (s): porn with little plot, mention of drug use (weed), threesome, f/f/m sex, high sex, fingering, tit sucking, male masturbation, face riding, oral (fem!receiving)
word count: 3.1k
a/n: i love them and iâm already thinking of carrying this on when they go into the backrooms, and bring reader with them. based on this ask, by this lovely @thefaetellsnotales .beware this isnât exactly proofread and iam sick, but i hope you sexies enjoy đ
âAre we even meant to be here?â
âCome on, itâs closed.. no oneâs here I promise.â
The shutter retracted up with a clatter, the three of you ducking in one by one before Kat dragged it back down to the floor, twisting the key at the bottom to lock it.
You coughed as you stood, the air thick with the faint smell of bleach and old lint. It was to be expected from a furniture store you supposed, especially one that didnât get much movement from well.. anyone.
âHey is there a light in here?â You spoke through the darkness, turning to catch the silhouettes standing behind you.
âThis way.â
An arm hooked around your waist before you could answer, and through the dim light you made it out who it was. A scent of roses and cocoa butter covered the smell of pot, and the coolness of her bangles rubbed against your arm as Kat angled you both across the floor.
You made it a few paces to the back wall before a gold glow lit up from the far corner.
Bobby.
He fumbled with the string of an antique lamp, unwrapping the straps of his camera as he set it onto a nightstand, turning to face you both with a scrunch in his brow.
âDoes Clark really sleep on these things? Theyâre fuckinâ hard.â His hand pressed into the mattress, shoving it up and down before it bounced back into his hand.
âDonât complain about it now, it was your idea. And yeah.. he does..â Kat looked up at him with that familiar look of sarcasm, shrugging beside you as she swung the backpack from her arm and onto a dresser. Her arm reached into it, rummaging as you leant against the wood.
âYour manager sleeps in his own store?â She huffed a laugh at your quirked brow.
âHeâs kind of.. down and out, itâs the only place he has right now.â
âThen where is he?â
âIâm not sure, out of town for something heâs gone crazy about, something heâs found apparently.â
She eventually pulled out a packet of âjiffy popâ from the bag with a proud smile, âRight Im gonna get us actual food.â
Kat turned on her heel, placing a hand on your shoulder before giving it a squeeze.
âDonât get into too much trouble.. and.. donât let Bobby touch anything.â
Kat disappeared down the hall in search of the break room, leaving you standing in the middle of Clark's furniture store trying not to laugh at how ridiculous this was.
You had been lying in their apartment for hours before one of you, not that you could hardly remember, mentioned heading out. And after however long of wandering through town, the last glimpses of the sunset burning into the dark, youâd made it to Clarkâs.
"Yeah if we donât get arrested for a break in."
Bobby had already claimed an entire display bedroom for himself, setting it up for you all. The bed was wide, king sized it read from the poster, with deep blue sheets and off white pillows, discoloured it looked from that angle.
"Nah," he said, kicking off his shoes and throwing himself backwards onto the mattress. "This is basically a hotel."
"Itâs a furniture store." You crossed your arms watching him with a squint.
"Exactly, free hotel."
The mattress bounced as he spread his arms dramatically with a smirk. Half of the lights had been switched off for the night, leaving the showroom glowing in soft amber pools, and somehow it actually made it look homely. Not the empty, stale place the three of you usually made fun of.
Your eyes wandered over the space, fighting a smile. The whole place felt surreal. Couches were arranged like fake living rooms, lamps casting warm circles of light, rows of untouched beds stretching into darkness, and the staircase behind you leading to the lower level. Not creepy at all.
You found yourself drifting where Kat had disappeared to. The three of you had been inseparable all evening, and lately it had only grown, like some undergrown strange tension that crept on you all slowly. Being friends for years would do that you supposed, but it always seemed as if there was more. Like gravity pulled you together just as you all had stayed close. The lingering glances, the casual touches that lasted a little too long, and some sort of feeling nobody seemed quite ready to put into words.
Theyâd been dating for two years, and youâd been happy for them, even remembered the exact day theyâd came come from school in the late afternoon to your house just to tell you.
âSo youâre together, together?â You leaned on the doorframe, eyes wide with excitement.
âHell yeah.â Bobbyâs arm slung around Katâs shoulders with a proud grin.
âNot that this changes anything, heâs still an idiot, and youâre still my favourite.â Kat smirked at you.
âHeyââ Kat swatted him in the stomach before grabbing onto you and ushering you outside into whatever left of the summer sun there was.
And she was right, it didnât change anything at all. If anything it brought you all closer. There wasnât anything unspoken, it was all out in the open and comfortable, except for one thing. How they had felt for you.
Bobby patted the spot beside him.
"Come test the merchandise." He spoke up, gesturing his head toward his hand.
"You sound like a salesman."
"I'm the best salesman Clark's ever had."
The thought made you laugh, yeah right.
You stepped forward anyway, the bed dipping beneath your weight as you kicked off your shoes and climbed on. Neither of you said anything at first, just laying a single arm lengthâs away as you realised he was right.
The mattress was hard, sticking into your back through the plump covers. Though it should have been expected, itâs a display. So much for getting high beforehand, you hadnât through that far. So you made do with what you could, snagging the fur blanket from the end of the bed and tucking it behind you both.
The flicker of the TV box heâd angled into a chest of drawers, lit up your faces through the shadowed space, returns of old tv shows muffled in the background. And both of you were engrossed, staring into the flashing colours fading in and out.
You felt eyes on you after a while, staring into you from the side. Bobby had turned his head slightly, blue eyes burning into you, and you turned yours.
His grin had disappeared somewhere along the way, leaving only the twinkle in gaze, something youâd always noticed reserved for one other person. The one they reserved for eachother.
"You're staring." Bobby whispered dropping his head between you both teasingly.
"No I'm not." You kicked his leg lightly, shaking the buzz from your head, but it didnât seem to lift, instead it grew, a shiver wracking the back of you spine.
"You are.â
"You started it.â The wood of the headboard creaked behind you as you braced your knees up, tucking them toward your chest.
That earned a laugh, a breathy one like the air had been punched from his lungs as he sat up, and then suddenly you were both laughing. The kind of laughter that came from being slightly high, and running entirely on bad decisions.
Bobby's shoulder brushed yours then, quick and tender, so quick it could have been ignored, but you were already heightened, alert to every movement around you. Neither of you moved away, his eyes flicking down briefly before returning to yours.
"Hey." He rasped softly, lips parted as he turned to rest onto his arm.
"Hey." You whispered back, swallowing thickly.
âBobby I donât think..â
You werenât able to continue, to telll him it was a bad idea, that it was wrong, but before either of you could overthink it, he leaned in.
The kiss was soft. Tentative and warm, his lips brushing over yours with a desperate tenderness, and you almost melted into it, almost.
You jumped apart from him when you heard footsteps, catching the gaze of your best friend in your peripheral. Bobby only retracted, still ghosting your lips as he released the palm heâd placed on your cheek.
Kat appeared around the corner, standing beside the TV stand, carrying the popcorn in a bowl sheâd somehow found. Her eyes darted to Bobby, then at you and then back to Bobby, a hand moving to her hip, and for a moment none of you said anything.
"...Seriously?"
âKat I canââ Your face burned.
Bobby immediately pointed at you, âHer fault.â
"My fault?" You whipped your head toward him.
"Absolutely." His face was unreadable, even if the smirk that pulled at his lips was far from innocent.
Kat stared for another second before letting out a laugh so hard the bowl of popcorn ruffled in her hands.
"You two are unbelievable. You couldnât have waited for me?â
She tossed the bowl softly onto the bed and climbed onto the mattress beside you. You only stared at her, at both of them, eyes wandering where your heart hammered in your chest in a way you didnât know how to feel. Shame? Guilt?
âReally I didnât thinkââ The words left your mouth before you could hardly speak, stumbling over them to explain.
âYou have no idea how long weâve waited to do that.â Kat cut you off gently, settling herself comfortable under the blanket.
Desireâ
âYouâ uh, what?â Your head snapped up, and she just nodded, popping a piece of popcorn into her mouth with a smirk, handing the bowl over to you.
We. The word lingered in your head, stirring your senses as if youâd been dreaming. But they only smiled at you, amused by the dumbfounded look on your face, as if all of it, their own agreement of you, had been common knowledge.
The three of you collapsed into a tangled pile of blankets and laughter, yours somewhat in disbelief. But even as the three of you rested back, Kat bumped her shoulder against yours.
"Move over."
You rolled your eyes and listened, shuffling over into the very middle of the bed, both of their legâs sticking into yours from the sides. âBossy."
"Always."
Bobby groaned dramatically as Kat stole half of the blanket, and with the minutes passing and him still busy complaining about the blanket theft, Kat glanced over at you and the playful expression on her face softened.
"Come here," she said quietly, beckoning you over with the pull of her fingers. And before you could ask what she meant, not that you bothered to question, she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
She looked just as surprised as you felt when she pulled back, her hand splaying at your hip. Bobby blinked from behind you, grinning softly, leaning around you both where you could both see him.
"Oh, so we're all doing that now?"
Kat reached at her side and threw the pillow behind her back at him. The three of you dissolved into laughter again, and that time nobody seemed interested in pretending that nothing had happened.
Because there was something different underneath it all. Something shared between all three of you finally coming undone.
You shook your head, resting back into one another and staring mindlessly at the static buzzing from the television. The three of you must have passed another two blunts between you when the haze grew, thick and heady. The room contorting amongst you all into something more heated, as if the air had been sucked from the space entirely. A leg slid up against yours, and fingertips touched at your thigh.
Kat steadied her hand there as your breath stuttered, the cool air of Bobbyâs exhale sifting right at the back of your neck. Your noses bumped then, rocking back and forth as your breaths mingled, lips ghosting through lidded eyes and exhilaration.
âHey, you know we havenât got to do anything you donât want to.â She was breathless, brown eyes gazing into yours with careful consideration that washed all over your face.
âYou want this?â You tilted to look at both of them, Bobby and Kat looked at each other over either side of you and meeting back to you, their hands curled around one anotherâs, âUh.. yeah, more than anything..â
You nodded slowly, the breath catching in your throat, âThen I want to.â Your hand curled around Katâs neck as she dipped back to kiss you, this time hungrier, her tongue sweeping across your lip, and inching you both back against the headboard.
âYouâre so so pretty..â She mumbled into your lips with skin pressed against skin your tongues locking around each others and another pair of lips at your neck.
âOpen up for me Angel..â Bobby called out to you, arm bending over your waist and snaking the t-shirt from on you. You retracted only for a moment, the material being pulled away and tossed over on the floor, revealing the swell of your breasts. Long, warm fingers tweaked your nipple before his body had bent over you, sucking one into his mouth. His tongue was hot against your the sensitive bud, swirling harshly until you moaned into Katâs mouth.
One hand fell into his hair, threading through the fine blonde strands as you arched into the feeling, his hand staying gripped at your hip to keep you in place.
His own t-shirt rose over his head with one steady tug, reaching for your hand to put it against his skin, letting you feel him. You traced the warm planes of muscle, down his chest and to his abs, and further along the v of that dipped beneath his jean shorts. Bobby shuddered against you, pressing into your thigh, and trailing his fingers down your sides.
You watched them through the haze, a gentle buzzing in your fingertips and your chest. The high from the pot or them you couldnât tell, and not that it mattered.
They pulled away only for a moment, impatient and needily, Katâs arms rising on instinct as he helped her take the rest of her clothes off, sliding her shorts down the legs before her fingers worked at undoing his belt buckle, reaching to cup the bulge beneath his pants, already tented and aching. âSave it.. for next time baby.â She mumbled against his lips over you, and he groaned into the kiss with a slight nod.
Next time.
He shrugged the rest of his clothes off, leaving him only in his underwear, the hard line of his cock poking through the dark fabric. She rose beside him, the curve of her breasts shadowed beautifully in the golden light, and the tan flesh of her thighs curling over yours. The pressure swirled in your belly at the sight, arousal coating slick between your thighs.
Bobby settled behind you, an arm slipping around your waist as though heâd always belonged there, and the warmth of him at your back only made Katâs presence in front feel more overwhelming. You shivered at the feeling, hands moving between the both of them as they settled.
Katâs fingers brushed loose hair from your face before cupping your cheek, foreheads touching briefly, sharing a knowing smile that felt private despite the crowded tangle of limbs and blankets.
âThere you are,â Kat murmured softly.
The attention from both sides left you breathless, almost unable to move if you couldnât feel the thump of heartbeats and burning touch of skin.
Bobbyâs chin stayed pressed to your shoulder, his hands sliding lower, gripping your hips to keep you pinned between them. Katâs mouth claimed yours again, her tongue sliding deep while her fingers pinched your nipple hard enough to make your back arch. Bobbyâs cock dragged along the cleft of your ass, thick and hot, already leaking as he rocked forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that never quite pushed inside.
"Fuck, youâre soaked," he muttered against your neck, teeth scraping over the fresh mark heâd just sucked there. His tongue followed, licking the sting away before he dropped lower, body snaking further down the bed, spreading your thighs wider with his shoulders. The cool air hit your pussy, as he turned you onto your back, both pairs of eyes flicking between you he gave one long, filthy lick from your entrance to your clit, making your whole body jerk back against the ruffled sheets. He groaned into your cunt like he was starving, sucking your swollen clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, teasing two thick fingers through your folds.
Kat swallowed your broken moan, grinding her soaked pussy against your thigh. She grabbed your wrist and moved your hand between her legs. "Please.." Your fingers slid through her slick folds, her legs widening as two of them sunk knuckle-deep into her tight heat while your thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. She rode your hand with short, desperate rolls of her hips, her juices coating your palm as she panted into your mouth.
Bobby pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, fucking you with it in messy, wet strokes before he sucked your clit again, loud and obscene. Spit and your arousal dripped down his chin, his one hand keeping you spread open while the other stroked his cock in time with every thrust of his tongue.
"Taste so fucking good," he groaned, voice muffled against your pussy. Kat fluttered around your fingers as she came with a sharp cry, her thighs shaking and wetness gushing over your hand. She didnât stop moving, she only kissed you harder, biting your lower lip while her fingers found your other breast and squeezed it into her hand.
Bobby clamped at your thighs, tugging you further down onto his mouth as you mewled, bucking your hips against his face while your fingers pumped in and out of Katâs wetness, drawing all of you closer to your edge. He rubbed himself into the sheets, fucking himself through the rough fabric of his pants and into his palm desperately.
Moans filled the room of the empty store, so confined and warm, that all care for even being there had left your mind, filled with the haze of them fucking you. You felt the peak of your climax, falling over the edge with the burn of Katâs whines into your neck and Bobbyâs tongue.
âFuck, make her come Bobby..â
Kat straddled your chest, knees planted on either side of your head, lowering herself onto your waiting mouth, grinding down with a breathy moan as your tongue pushed inside her. Your tongue and sucked at her swollen clit while she rocked against your face her brow pulled tight as she gripped the headboard. Her juices coated your chin and cheeks, as she rode you harder, Bobbyâs face still buried between your spread thighs, tongue working in relentless, sloppy strokes.
He dragged the flat of it up through your soaked folds, circled your swollen clit, plunging back down to fuck into your dripping hole. Every lewd sound and moan echoed in the quiet room, his fingers digging into your ass, holding you open while he rode you through your high.
Your own climax hit fast and hard, crashing over your body in a wave and making you come with a muffled cry, your fingers tightening at Katâs waist. Your thighs clamped around Bobbyâs head as your pussy clenched and pulsed, fresh wetness flooding his tongue and he groaned into you, lapping it up greedily while his hips jerked against the mattress. The friction against his trapped cock was too much, âFuck fuck fuck..â He came with a broken grunt after a few sloppy thrusts, hot cum soaking through his pants in thick spurts, his whole body shuddering between your legs.
Kat followed seconds later, her hips stuttering over your tongue as she came, grinding down hard, her thighs shaking on either side of your head. She cried out into her hand, gushing over your lips and chin, riding out every wave until she finally went limp. The golden strands of his hair fell into his eyes, his forehead rocked into your inner thigh as he finally let up, panting to catch his breath.
Her body fell down beside you, climbing from you carefully where the three of you collapsed together in the tangled sheets, a hazy sheen coating your bodies.
Kat slid to curl against your side, her face tucked into your neck, still breathing hard. Bobby crawled up behind you, pressing his sticky, cum-wet front to your back and wrapping an arm around both of you. His breath warmed your shoulder as he nuzzled closer. Katâs fingers traced lazy circles on your stomach while Bobbyâs hand rested heavy on your hip. No one spoke. Just the sound of slowing breaths and the quiet creak of the bed as you all melted into one another, warm and spent.
The three of you lay there, tucked and blissed out in a bed you shouldnât have been in, veiled moonlight peeking through the thin shutters in the small glow of the showroom. Every buzz of the high eased off into a comfortable tiredness, as your breathing evened out.
âI think I need new shorts.â Bobby mumbled into your back, and you let out a short giggle hearing the smack against muscle from Katâs hand reaching over. But none of you bothered to move, his shoulders shrugging, and the pair of them cuddling around you as his arm swung over you both.
So much for bad decisions. But secretly, none you hoped it would end. After all, it was just the beginning of something none of you were ready for.
Warnings: toxic behaviors, degredation, manipulation, mention of ab*rtion, Max is evil whatâs new, bad bdsm etiquette, cheating, hornt but not happy
A/N: Many thoughts mainly thinking about how he acted when things are going easy (despite the dark side still there) and when things Are Not So Well. Going to place max timeline prob around getting his masters before moving back to LK for job hunt and unfortunate gf along for the ride
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
Depends on the situation and how loyal you are obedient to him. If Max is in a good mood on particularly rough romps he might tug you in closer afterward, smirking as he murmurs how good you take his cock with a kiss to your head. If Max is pushing limits thereâs two situations: (1) Actually takes time to let your body regulate after the dopamine rush. Might push a water bottle over with a scowl, but his hand is gentle on your cheek. He uses touch for manipulation but secretly rlly rlly craves it bc rich stiff parents. (2) Heâs angry and doesnât like feeling out of control. He doesnât balk at anything to get out of that discomfort. Will probably fuck you without a word and leaves you aching and confused on the bedâ Max will go out after that. Give it a few days Max offers to take you out shopping and dinner afterward. Or heâs pulling you into his lap as heâs playing whatever game on the Xbox with you snug up against him. Thatâs the closest youâll get an a genuine apology of sorts.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
For Max? Heâs a fucking narcissist he thinks heâs lovely. Might have a preference for the blues (they work like a charm) or the work he puts into his chest and arms. For you? Oh heâs all over your legs and tits. Love love loves having your tits in his face as Max rubs greedy hands up your thighs. Heâll suck on your nipples while kneading your breasts until you cum in your panties with the dirtiest encouragementâ asking if youâre such a needy slut youâll just make a mess from nothing but âa little attentionâ to your chest. Definitely leaves marks as he noses along the swells of your breasts, teeth scraping tender budded peaks.
Legs!!!! Loves grabbing your thigh under the table, when heâs driving his stupid expensive car, or rubbing them as you sit in his lap. If heâs fucking you in missionary or cowgirl he canât keep his hands offâ whether hiking your knees up as Max fucks you into the bed or holding your ankles tight as you writhe on top of his cock, gasping from overstimulation and the sweet burn of bouncing on his swollen prick. Max especially loves how your pretty legs spread helplessly as you get closer and closer. Heâll take a palm and give you a little smack to get you over the edge. Sometimes you canât wear skirts or shorts for a few weeks because someone leaves marks.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically⌠Iâm a disgusting person)
Yeah so heâs a freak we know this. Expects you to swallow or clean him up. Max with his hair all fucked, eyes blown black, cum all over his tight stomach. Heâll cooâ just the edge of patronizing, âDonât let it dry, babe.â Maxâs hand sliding soothingly at the nape of your neck has you eager to lap him up, earning soft little sighs and âgood girl.â
MF is cumming in you. But thatâs your problem to get on BC or take a morning after. Heâll pay for any accidents donât expect him to be around if you keep a max jr. That was depressing. Anyways. He fucking loooooves a creampie, thereâs something about seeing his cum drip out of you and collect on his cock. Heâll cover you anywhere but nothing is better than a warm, tight cunt. When he pulls out, Max curiously plays with the mess of slick and seed, lips curling up as he muses, âLook like a fucking dream all filled up with me. I should get the plug so you know exactly who owns that pretty cunny of yours.â
Max can be a wildly unpredictable. Sometimes heâs feeling indulgent and will finger you with his spend still inside, relishing the lurid slick squelch and your overstimulated whimpers. Youâre squirming and begging for mercy, Max is grinning.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
HOLLERING THIS MAN IS ONE BIG SECRET. Anyways Max likes to collect trinkets from his conquests. A bracelet there, a necklace here, panties stuffed away, photos (ahem Andie) and god forbid a meaningless fling writes a letter or leaves a note. Theyâre going in the Max Hastings collection of Ego Boost that he jerks it to for âinspirationâ as he alluded to Pip.
So with the gf. Max does like her. Much more than most. Does he know how to express genuine love? No. Heâs a gift giver out the wahoo since itâs all he really knows? Parents threw whatever at him and he has the money. So instead of apologizing for raising his voice heâll reappear with a Tiffany tennis bracelet and a trip to go to somewhere nice abroad for a weekend of fucking and good wine. Is it a love language? Maybe. Heâll also give head until youâre crying. Stage 5 clinger heâll charm you back every time. That being if you slightly pull away. Max wouldnât take kindly to a breakup (good luck babe).
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
Yeah heâs fucked around enough to know his way. The difference is how much effort heâll put in. If youâre getting your clit rubbed or sucked on consider yourself special. He knows how to make you feel good despite the background of his predilection for those helpless and unable to respond. Max has no qualms chasing his own pleasureâ but when you are sopping wet and moaning like a slut, pussy clenching dowm in mind number pulses he could easily get addicted to that feeling. Wants to drag it out as longggg as possible. If you get a little jealous heâll blow it off. âIâm fucking you arenât I? You need it again, donât you baby? Will that stop your stupid little questions?â
Max is already unlatching your bra in one smooth motion. Fucker is amazing as getting you naked as fast as possible.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
BACKSHOTS BACKSHOTS!!!!! Typically the go to and when he doesnât feel like kissing. Grabbing on your hair and neck. One hand sliding down to arch your back. Max is very particularâ drop down, lift your hips, donât fucking start wailing. He relishes in your lovely cries of pleasure and squirming as he pounds you deep. Max will grip your hips, voice ragged, âThatâa girl, take it, take it.â When he tweaks a nipple, skates his hand down your belly to cup your mound its over with. Youâll be limp as he finishes up. Max is smirking as he pants, smacking your ass for good measure.
Second place putting you on a hip level surface and fucking as he noses at your neck, kisses your lips swollen. He wonât admit this unless at gunpoint but he likes when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and how pretty you look fucked put. Yeah he took a picture of your watery eyes and puffy lips to keep. Max enjoys the access to talk filthy in your ear and see you lose it when you cum. Another non-admission but when youâre all soft and fucked out, it sates that part of him that craves utter love, devotion, control. I mean, those adoring eyes and sweet little noises? Kill him (heâs fucking you against the shower wall later)
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Typically heâs laughing but at your expense. Like if he pulls a move thatâs awk or dick slip out you should pretend that didnât happen or Max is gonna be annoyed and leave you high and dry. But he loves to joke about how needy and desperate you are. Will purposely tease you in public to get a sick rise out of you getting flustered. If you start getting teary thereâs a 50/50 chance heâs gonna mock youâ sniffling and imitating your voice.
NOW! If heâs hopped up on drugs and/or drunk Max can be different. Huffs a laugh as he tries to coordinate himself to get your mouth around his dick (there is no planning just need to cum) Likes to wrestle around with you and lightens up more to that side youâve seen in old pictures. Grins when you flip him over and lets out a high pitched laugh when he flips you right back over.
Good mood Max (ex: vacay or everything is in his little orderly expectations) is softer, will smile at you, laugh as you babble with his fingers curling up into your cunt. Itâs cute and makes you think thereâs some part of Max that isnât completely tarnished. This is rare but sweet. Heâll hum, eyes on yours, a little laugh leaving his lips as you gush on his fingers in the car, âYeah, you needed that, Princess.â
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
So I know heâs Blondie of ever but dark brows that match below. Neat freak so heâs trimmed up and very clean and cropped. Not much body hair, a little on his chest and lower belly. Mf does not play around about personal grooming and hygiene. Actually heâs a twat so probably prefers you smooth too.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspectâŚ)
Max is not a romantic. He can put on a good farce. EX: overdoing it with the gifts and lovebombing when he becomes aware Maybe I Was A Mega Prick. Itâs so overt you know, especially during sex. He gets a distant look in his eye and it feels mechanical despite soft kisses at your neck and the sensual pace.
Say he does get attachedâ itâs little actions and words. Sincere praise. Wants to kiss you proper. Holds your hand for a moment. Smiles when you come, blue eyes filled with affection. Youâre his girl. Still. Thereâs a high chance Max pulls away afterwards because of his inability to deal with the uncertainly of genuine romantic emotions for another.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Max likes using his dubious collection of photos and videos, keepsakes to get off. Definitely has fisted himself with your panties before while picturing you limp and whimpering for him. Max does it in the shower and usually before bed if heâs staying in. Pretty quick about it but heâs cuteâ cheeks a little flushed and mouth hanging open as his long legs twitch. Uses one hand to stroke the tip while his other hand cups his sac. Max gasps and hiccups when he spills on his belly, eyes closing tight. (Kleenex IMMEDIATELY)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Dacryphilia. Adores pretty tears and sweet sobs. Heâll want more. Sometimes you might be upset and tearyâ oops his dick hard.
Erotic Asphyxiation. Taking you to that dangerous edge and back is fucking beautiful. Max can get a little excited and you gotta bat his shoulder a few times.
Bondage. This is new for Max. He loves how youâre restrained and canât do anything as he has his way. Constantly looking up more ways to bind you up with nylon robe. Big fan of restraints too. Toying with the idea of a spreader bar.
Exhibitionism. As Iâve stated before, he likes the risk. Photos and videos that could easily be shown around. Fucking you in dubious places where someone could walk in. No shame in making you cum at dinner with the remote vibe.
Power exchange. Need I say more? You submit. He dominates and exerts control.
Orgasm control. Oh my god Max would edge you all day and ruin your orgasm without a second thought. Watching you squirm and beg scratches that itch of his to see you needing him for help. Will deny you too.
Humiliation, sadism, impact play, objectification, ownership, drugging, nc to name some others
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Kinda a whore for fucking in the great outdoors. He isnât too picky, but itâs easiest at his place or yours. Will bend you over on the balcony at hotels. Teases that you must like being on display letting him fuck you where people can see. Thereâs been a few times in the bathroom at some rich people schmoozing event, fucking you on the sink, voice nonchalant as he replies to a knock, âFuck off. Busy.â He grins and grips your hips after, back to business.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
When he feels restless or stressed, Max will turn to sex. If youâre not following the path Max has set for you heâll turn to sex. Itâs one of his filler behaviors along with parties, drugs, and booze.
Max gets turned on by you in clothes he bought you. If youâre seeking him for comfort it gets Max goingâ like yeah, you need him, who else? If youâre wearing a necklace or lingerie that he picked out RIP makes him feral. Panties can get ripped, eh, heâll get another.
Helplessly turned on when youâre being domestic. Making his drink, folding clothes, picking up clutter. Max can get behind the idea of you being his little housewife, explicitly dependent on him and always a good girl. So if youâre bent over cleaning the drink youâve attracted a rather needy Max rubbing his hardened length against your ass and playing with the hem of whatever youâre wearing.
N = NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Yeah donât even try to take the reins. He might do it if heâs really fucked up on something and feeling edgy. If you boss him around or try to make an order Max is not going to be Nice. Expect a bitchy comment, huffing a demeaning insult and glare stomp huff. (Secretly he had dreamed about it but MAX IS MAN. MAX IS IN CHARGE. MAX HAS CONTROL) or so he thinks.
Doesnât like anal. Had a weird experience at a calamity once. Donât ask :)
Okay so has a complex. You canât demean or degrade yourself. Thats his job thank you very much. You can agree with his statement but donât do it first. Youâre his verbal squeeze toyâ¤ď¸
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
You suck a lot of cock. Hours added up of Max in your mouth. He prefers having the handles, pushing or pulling your head back. Max likes fucking your throat to see you struggle for breath and tears prick your eyes. Heâll give plenty of praise after, eyes lidded, arrogant smirk in place as he thumbs across your swollen lips, âGorgeous, mhm.â
As for giving? Heâll eat you out when he feels like maybe heâs been bad bf? If you pull away at all Max is quick to remedy that with lovebombing. Attention, all manners and kisses, laying you down with lush kisses to your ankle and up as he undresses you. But the kicker is that heâs not used to it so Max is not pussy eating professional :/ his big ass fingers and sucking your clit do the trick. Max makes a big fuss about it but he really likes the way your thighs twitch and hand gently lays on his hairâ breasts heaving as you look down at him with bliss and adoration. Also you taste GREAT. So like Valentineâs Day is also Max eats out gf day. But heâd rather get sucked off bc heâs Max and a Narcissistic Prick
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Heâs all over the place but leans towards fast and rough. Music to his ears hearing your cunt squelch as his thighs slap yours. Max will drag it out and slow down, teasing with shallow thrusts if heâs feeling too close. Or if he wants you to get all whiny and needy. As stated before Max will put on a show when he feels that queer tight feeling in his chest after being a total dick to you. Itâs guilt. So heâll fuck you proper in the bed, slow but deep, hips keeping flush. Max doesnât really mind it, the skin to skin contact is nice but it makes him feel all mushy and weak so heâd rather not.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Loves a quickie. Max is a busy guy (in his skewed opinion) and doesnât have time to lay you out all day every day. So a quick fuck on the kitchen table or getting his cock sucked in the morning are pleasant. On the downside, heâs chasing his pleasure regarding quickies. If you cum, great, if you donât, sorry babe maybe later. This happens quite a bit when heâs busy. In lulls, Max will want to take longer. I mean, heâs not going to deny the appeal of having you cum on him but itâs all about Max at the end of the day.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Max will experiment on how far youâll go for him. This ranges from fucking in the bathroom at his parents when theyâre home or asking casually if youâd let him tie you up until youâre basically immobile. Has his plethora of fucked up fantasies that youâll hear when heâs drinking. Since Max is careless and knows he can get away with nearly anything thereâs no problem taking risks. Itâs one sided. But you did get fingered in public onceâ mind blowing.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they lastâŚ)
Max needs a moment to get geared up again. Heâs got stamina though and can go quite a bit of time with you. Especially on the molly goddamn son finish up youâre dying here while heâs blissed out and sweating.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Max doesnât mind a cock ring. Heâs got quite the collection for others though. Plugs, vibes of multiple styles, handcuffs, rope, a crop or two. Big fan of the remote control vibes so he can call you and turn it up to hear you gasp and whimper. Heâs gonna use his prick so no dildos. In typical Max fashion stay the fuck out of the collection unless he asks you to grab something.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
HES A TEASE MACHINE WHEN HE WANTS TO BE A SADISTIC PRICK (pretty much always). Loves cockwarming with your cunt or mouth. But will keep you on edge for hours until youâre sobbing and then heâll fuck you because youâre so pretty when you look all desperate, helpless, and teary. Featherlight touches on your clit or makes you grind on his thigh, telling you to stop when you get close. Might make you rut against a pillow as he watches, egging you on, âNeedy slut. Fucking a bloody pillow like a little girl.â Iâll keep goingâ youâre naked and heâs guiding you on what to do but itâs on Maxâs term, always. You can beg, whine, simper alllll you want. Max is not budging until heâs content.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Cerified yapper during sex. Max runs his mouth like crazy. If heâs hopped up tbh earplugs would be good. Lots of backhanded praise, cursing, asking how good it is. Which usually doesnât bode well because he likes to ask when youâre fuck drunk and dumb. Heâll tell you to use your words or to repeat after him. Tell him heâs the best youâve ever had? He might let you cum early.
Heavy breathing. Choppy breathing and inhales when youâre sucking his dick or youâre about to peak and clenching down on Max. He def groans and grunts, not too loud. Def doing a lil panting into your neck, something sweet slips out now and then. Pretty avg. Maybe once in a blue moon he whines when heâs throbbing and deep inside but you justâŚlet that go with no comment despite saving it in your memory.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Fucking loves phone sex. LOVES IT. Wants you to talk to him while heâs fucking his fist. Strangled voice, hitched breaths through the speaker as he huffs, âFuck- babe- need you here.â He likes calling at inconvenient times so you have to rush into somewhere private or take the pain, talking low in public.
âCâmon, câmon, I know youâre all wet, fuck your fingers for me,â Max groans, the tell-tale noises of him stroking himself audible, urgency evident. When youâre not in a public place, youâll slide your hands to your flushed clit, breath hitching. Max groans again, loose with his words especially all keyed up like this.
âGod- yes- donât stop, wanna hear how wet you are for me,â he growls. Heâll do it on the next trip or bored at his dadâs office.
X = X-Ray (Letâs see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
Those are some big ass hands and heâs tall and slim. Veins on the hands too. Sorry but never not seen or heard about a guy slanging dick with that body typeâ Iâm not a scientist. Uncut of course. Tip pretty pink like his lips *explodes* Probably 4in soft, not too girthy on soft but when he UP???? 7 inches and just thick enough without killing you, maybe bigger bc itâs my imagination anyways. Balls are avg and he prob keeps them trimmed too
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
High as hell. Sadly youâre probably not the only one considering Maxâs compulsive and careless behavior he has and secretive nature. As for you Max definitely wakes you regularly for sex. Kissing at your neck, big hand sliding down the front of your panties. Also the type to hop in the shower with you because he can. Youâre soapy and naked. Not to go on psych tangent but Max is clearly fucked upâŚso if he actually dedicates himself to someone as âexclusiveâ (said loosely) he likely has a fixation or subconscious need you can fill. He wants to fuck frequently or whinges about a blowjob while playing Xbox or smth.
Z = ZZZ (⌠how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Tbh heâs not a crasher after fucking but you can gently coax him into staying in bedâ if youâre pathetic enough about it. If it works, heâll wanna laze around and fiddle on his phone or boot up the Xbox. Sometimes he does pull you into him afterward and falls asleep with his cock still inside of you. Max owns you in his mind so why not? He can get a good day started the next morning. So no, will lie around but doesnât really sleep unless itâs late at night and that doesnât take long.
No one's really done an NSFW alphabet for Max yet but I think he'd be really into manhandling and squirting as kinks. He's very tall and strong so he would be able to maneuver you how he wants, or take you how he wants, whether that's rough or soft or in between. And squirting would be purely for his ego, you do it once and then he's set on doing it all the time after that because he's an egotistical mf.
I also get the sense that he would hate condoms and make you get on birth control.
ââââ Max Hastingsânsfw alphabet
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Either very affectionate or very nonchalant aka 'I don't give a fuck take care of yourself if you must'. It's really dependent on what point of relationship you're in. If he feels like you want to leave him he'll be more affectionate and when he finally gets your trust back, he'd act like an asshole again.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
On you, probably tits and ass. He likes to see how they bounce when he fucks you or how your ass giggle when he smacks it. On him? Probably his abs and arms, I feel like he's really cocky and proud when it comes to how he's build so yeah.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He's like... no condom/refusing to pull out/pokes holes in your condom. I feel like he's internally wants to baby trap you to make you forever his in some way but like it's also his right as your boyfriend to cum inside you. So if you wouldn't want to get pregnant you'd have to take care of it yourself. (I feel like he'd give you money for a pill if you'd ask him cuz he wants to make you feel like you're financially dependent on him too)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Probably keeps a photo of you in his nightstand like he did with Andie for 'inspiration'. He wouldn't tell that to anyone but he also wouldn't hide what he does with it if you'd find it. Also he probably recorded you getting at it without your knowledge/consent. He'd also say it's just when he wants to jerk off but wouldn't stop himself to use it as blackmail.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Oh he'd extra experienced. He had sex many times before with many girls and also wouldn't stop himself from cheating on you so he knows exactly how to have sex and how he can make you feel the best.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary with his hand on your throat cuz he likes to watch your face scrunch and everything while he fucks you probably would hit you with 'look at me when you cum on my cock' or something like that. Also doggy style, simply because how loves how he makes you scream into pillow and how your ass jiggle against his hips. Also bone prone cuz he envelops you whole or with your legs on his shoulder cuz he can go deeper. Doesn't really have a favorite - every one is good.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I think he's pretty serious, he's focused on getting himself off while making you go crazy. I feel like he'd throw some teasing or dirty talk in between though.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I think he's pretty groomed. I like to think of Max as some kind of clean freak so he'd probably keep it neat maybe with a bit hair right by the hilt. No happy trail (sadly) or anything like that.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's not the most romantic when he doesn't have to. He is when he feels like you're pulling away and he need to make himself look better in your eyes so he'd be more romantic - lingering kisses and soft touches but if not then he'd more focused on the reaching the peak than the romantical aspect of the act.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Whenever he wants. He could do it from the mere boredom when he can't fall asleep in the evening. He jerks off to your photos/videos and doesn't mind doing it. Enjoy self pleasuring but still prefer to simply have you. Would complain about having to take care of himself when you're on your period/away but doesn't actually mind it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Chocking - I'm sure of it. He likes power, he likes control, he likes having the upper hand so with his hand around your throat he feels the best. Light bondage - like tying your hands with his belt or he'd even but those fuzzy handcuffs. He likes when you're on his mercy and cant really do anything. Squirting too ofc - it strokes his ego that he's able to push you that far that you'd squirt for him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bedroom or his car. But to him it doesn't really matter, he can get off anywhere. But I feel like he would prefer places when you're more comfortable in cuz that would mean you're more willing and it's more likely he'll get lucky.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He doesn't really needs motivation. Anything and even a slight try to initiate things can get hm going. But he likes to see you in like super short pants. Likes to see your ass and you would probably be able to feel his gaze linger when you walk around in them.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He can take a lot but wouldn't like you taking full control or degrade him in any way. He likes dirty talk but if what you're doing or saying is even slightly degrading then he simply stops.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes to receive more than he likes to give. Love to make your gag on it or just to watch you with mouthful of his cock. Is not opposite to giving but would do it on special occasions or if you really really begged him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Starts slow but hard, he's not slapping against your hips but his thrusts are firm even in the beginning. then he speeds up and straight ass pound into you. I feel like he'd stop right before you could come, stil and let the feeling fade just to start again.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
A big fan and doesn't mind it at all. Sometimes even prefers it since he can just tug his pants down and have you instead of having to have foreplay and build up the atmosphere.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He does, as long as it's nothing that would he'd find offensive/degrading. Would try to manipulating you into something even if you wouldn't want to/hesitate to do something.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He lasts pretty long - like three-four quickies and two-three longer sessions. It depends on what he's in mood in. If he just want to get off or satisfy himself then he'd go for a quickie and just get to the point like maybe 6/8 minutes. When he wants to drive you mad he'd deliberately stop when you both are about to come, wait and then start over so it can drag long.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
A gag or a handcuffs. No dildos or vibrators as long as it's not something from your collection, he personally wouldn't own them cuz he thinks that after all his dick does the job the best. And he'd not use any on himself, would think about cuffing himself but that would mean he's own your mercy and that's not something he'd want.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he's so unfair. He loves to tease you - either with words or with doing things. He'd probably finger you for so long just to see you needy and begging. Or stop right before you could come. He loves to tease you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Groaning, not every thrust but pretty often. It's not loud though. Moans when he cums and it's a slightly louder moan of relief but he'd performative about it too sometimes.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Is into filming/photographing you. If he'd not get a nude from you or have you agree to film when he fucks you he'd simply hide the camera so he can get a clip.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Iâd say like 6 or 7 inches (15,5 or 17 cm) (donât you fucking dare comment 67). Thick enough to stretch but not hurt. I think he's also long with a dirty pink tip that turns darker the more he drags it out. He leaks sometimes, not a lot but enough to leave spots on his boxers if he doesn't take them off in time.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
More often the better. This man is always willing and ready. Anytime you ask him is fine by him. So I'd say probably like four times a week with multiple rounds.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Pretty quickly but not without you by his side. He'd take care of you or wait for you to finish cleaning yourself up before having you lay down against him so you can go to sleep together.
thank you for the ask and for reading! He's awful but dammit he's so fine... I donât consent to copying my work or translating it, don't upload it to any other platforms, donât turn it into AI bots.
Tags: PWP, pnv!sex, cockwarming, degradation, Clearly Not A Healthy Relationship, subspace, praise kink, submissive reader, attempted aftercare, Max Tries To Be Real, size difference if you squint
WC: ~2.2k
A/N: this is my piss poor attempt at trying British slang forgive me and my American microchip itâs sizzling. Also yes there is very little bdsm structure w someone going into subspace!!! Its Max Come On Now And This Is Fanfic Sue Me
Max entered the high-rise, his blue eyes stormy, kicking the door shut behind him. He carelessly dropped his bag by the leather sectional and yanked off his coat. You're already off work, peering from the kitchen at the sounds of his irritated movements.
"Max? Need a drink?" You call from the kitchen.
"Yeah."
It's short. Clipped. Max Hastings at his core under the golden boy veneer.
Itâs obvious he's irritated about something. You go to the liquor cabinet, get some bourbon, and pour it into a glass. You put in the cubes, a splash of water, and two fingers of the amber liquid.
He comes into view as he glances at you, pale irises tracing your tank top and yoga pants. You pad over, the glass outstretched. Max takes the offered drink and throws it back. He breathes out of his nose as his shoulders loosen fractionally.
He looks to you again with a tilt of his head and stalks off to plop onto the couch.
It's a bring the bottle over type of night. So you do. You always do. He'll ease up, you think. You hope. Max in a shitty mood was hellbent on suffusing the apartment in a miasma of spoiled sulking.
When you place it down on the glass table he pours more. Max's jaw twitches a little, his mouth tightening like it does when he's angry. The blonde finally sits back, voice raspy, "Come here."
His arm slides around you as you settle in his lap. Max's large hand steadies itself on the small of your back. He studies your face pensively before speaking, "I take it you've had an easy day, babe."
Babe. He had a great way of making it sound like an insult.
You rub his shoulders as he takes a drink, mulling over what words you choose. You reply, "Yeah. Didn't have many on my caseload today. So I did my documentation and came home at four."
Max gives a cutting smile. If he weren't so handsome it would hurt. He hums nonchalantly, "Lucky you. Daddy dearest wants me to travel to some fucking hole in the States for a tech sales convention. I had plans."
You frown, thumbs kneading at his tense shoulders.
"What did you have planned?" You asked.
Max scoffed, taking another drink before he spoke, "Going to Sicily with Jake. I told you that. I swear you hear nothing that comes out of my mouth."
Right. A trip. Max loved any sort of holiday to do drugs and partake in questionable behavior. You probably forgot so it wouldn't bother you.
Maxâs brows raised at your silence, lips forming a smirk. His hand pressed you closer as he hummed, "You heard. Just pretended you didn't because you weren't coming."
"Max, I-"
He held up a finger and smiledâ pretty white teeth shining in the dim light of the living room. Max's palm slid down to cup your ass as he hummed lowly, "I know baby. You're just chuffed to hear I have to fuck off to God knows where. I can see it. Selfish."
Max nosed at your neck, voice low and sulky, "It's rude you know. Commiserating in my misfortune. I haven't caught a break in months and you're delighted."
He finished his drink, putting it down with a sharp clink. Max grabbed your chin, pale eyes roving your face. You mumbled, "Max, off with it, I'm not- I don't find it pleasant you can't go see Jake."
"Sure you don't," he sneered, fingers tightening.
You frowned, brow furrowing as you stared in bewilderment. Max kissed you once, forceful, nipping your lip before pulling back.
His voice dropped to a sharp whisper.
"Well, sweetheart, if you want to make it better, I have to answer some emails and book my flight and hotel. Think you can behave and sit on my cock?"
You nodded, rather eager to ease the tension. Max grinned and patted your ass, "Good girl. Get undressed, I'll get set up."
He didn't look up as he opened the personal computer. Your face burned with the usual shame at stripping down to nothing as Max lazily pulled his prick out with one hand. His large hand strokedâ the length already stirring with interest.
You found yourself staring with heated cheeks, that shameful curl of arousal in your belly as Max gave you a once-over. He tutted, "Love, you know what to do."
Max patted his thigh expectantly.
Your breath hitched as you clambered on toned thighs and grabbed his cock. Max hissed through his teeth as you slid the blunt head against your folds, easing the way. He snapped, hand giving your ass a quick smack, "On with it."
You sunk down on him, breath coming stilted as Max's cock slid into you, stretching your cunt, filling you up until your head was spinning. He sighed, typed with one hand as his other squeezed your hip absently. Your hips now sat flush to his, Max giving a noise of approval.
You knew the drill as your cunt began to adjust to his cock. Be still, be a good girl, don't carry on and snivel. You breathed out, leaning forward to press your cheek to his broad shoulder. Your hands rested on his flanks, slightly trembling.
Max's hand stroked down your back as he spoke, "That's a good girl. Maybe I should take you along this time, keep your pretty mouth busy while I'm stuck in meetings. Wouldn't that be grand? Whoring yourself out under the table."
You whimpered and strained to keep still. Max had a disgusting fucking mouth and yet you loved itâ being his pretty toy. The edges of your mind began to grow cottony and sticky-sweet. Max's light touches, the keyboard clacking, his callous comments on top of his prick pulsing inside you had everything feeling mushy.
You blinked, trying to concentrate. You could focus on him. Your mind chanted it through the growing hazeâ Max, Max, Max. You felt your body growing relaxed and pliant the longer you rested against him, inhaling his expensive cologne and natural scent.
"Ah, there it is," Max said as he shifted his long legs, spreading them out as he reached over you to type something. His dark brows furrowed slightly as he read over the screen. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck.
"Good girl, keep squeezing me like that,â Max commented.
âThese hotels are rubbish. Father must think I'm a cheap whore. Might find one there, God. Look at these," he added after a moment.
You mewled as he turned your head to look, you having to crane over your shoulder to look at generic American hotels. Max let out a scoffing laugh, smiling again. He tapped your cheek, head cocked.
"You can't even think can you?" He asked.
"Ngh- no," you mumbled, eyes searching his face.
Mercy perhaps. No. He didnât do that. Much.
"Figured, usually you would've been up in arms about me making a comment on finding a whore," Max said flippantly, tucking your head back to his neck. He went back to scrolling, muttering, "Absolute shite."
His hand resumed rubbing your lower back, Max shifting his hips with a soft noise.
It was a lull back into floating contentment as his warm hand alternated between tracing idle circles and rubbing up and down. His cock was full as ever, and the blunt tip firmly sat deep inside your velvety heat. Your cunt dully ached with need, dripping on Max's slacks.
You closed your eyes, mouth slightly ajar with slow breath. Time felt inconsequential when you got all soft on Max. The blonde tapped a few more times, shutting the laptop. He put it on the coffee table and settled with both hands on your waist. Max pressed a brief kiss to your temple, secured you as he leaned forward for the remote.
Max made another drink while he was leaning forward.
The movement forced his prick deeper. Your thighs twitched, a little whimper slipping out. You felt yourself clench in reaction. Max grunted and swatted your ass as he hissed, "Relax. Acting like you're going to cream from me grabbing the goddamn remote."
He laid back on the couch and put on somethingâ likely sports. You'd gone still again, softening up when he rumbled, "That's it, better, simply need you to warm me."
Max settled back, sipping the drink, pale blues darkened. His pink lips were in a perpetual smirk as he savoured his bourbon. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
Max remarked like he was commenting on the weather, "Be a good girl. Keep still. You're making me feel good. I know you love being my pretty toy, babe."
You were utter mush as he rambled on, the words half incoherent except for the stray praise coming through. Your skin was warm and sensitive, eyelids drooping with pleasure. Max's lips brushed your ear as he teased, "You're making a mess sweetheart, drooling all over my pants. Here I thought you were doing it for me."
Your lips turned downâ no, no, you couldn't help it. The warmth in your chest shifted.
Max smiled and pushed your hair back, voice low, "Shh- I'm joking. So sensitive. I see you. My sweet girl. Keep it up.â
You couldn't help but whimper, lifting your heavy head to look at him. Max cupped your cheek, marveling, "A right mess. Lookit' you. Surprised you haven't come all over my cock yet, needy baby." You huffed a breath, hazy eyes drifting to Max as you leaned into his hand. You whined softly as his thumb stroked your jaw.
"You want me to fuck you? Hm? That's why you're being so good?" He asked in that maddeningly patronizing way of his. It made you throb, the molten pleasure trailing up your spine as your breath hitched.
"Use your words, baby," Max chided, a gentle smile rare on his sharp face.
You had to take a breath, blink a few times to get your heavy tongue to work. Your voice was weak and thin, "Whatever you want."
Max laughed. He dropped his hands and squeezed your hips, grinning like the cat who got the cream. He leaned forward, eyes wide as he made an exaggerated display of 'pondering'.
Max sucked his teeth and stated, "Well, lucky for you, I happen to want to fuck you into the bed, since you've been the best little cockwarmer. Fixed my mood."
You nearly yelped as he stood up, hands on your ass as he walked to the bedroom. Each step had his prick grinding inside you, forcing up whimpers. Max murmured, "I know, I know, don't get in a tizzy yet."
He looked down, "You look pretty like that. All needy and soft for me. Like a lost little kitty cat."
Max lowered you onto the bed, his larger frame pinning you down. Your breath drew a little faster, breasts budded and sensitive. Your eyes were lidded as you watched him divest his shirt. The blonde was fitâ long limbs and broad shoulders, a nice body he worked at. Drool pooled in your mouth at the sight.
"Like what you see? Of course you do," he snorted, leaning over you, lips pressing to your neck with an amused scoff. He busied himself with your tits, calloused thumbs swiping over your budded nipples.
You whined, head tilting back for more of Max's lips. His teeth grazed the thin skin, tongue darting out to lave over the burn. Max grunted, "Fuck, baby, you're needy. Go on, make those slutty noises for me."
Your arms sluggishly wrapped around his neck as he began to fuck you in earnest, wet smacks as your soaked cunt was finally rewarded. You whimpered nonsense, taking every bit of Max as his cock drove in deep. He huffed, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched you mewl and carry on.
Max's lashes fluttered as he hiked your pliant thighs up. You cried out at the change in angle, hot spikes of ecstasy lacing together, curling tighter and tighter in your belly. He grit his jaw before gasping, "Baby- hah- you're so goddamn wet. Trying to milk me huh? Greedy little cunt."
You rolled your head back, lost in pleasure as Max continued to fuck you. His words only spurred you on. Your thighs trembled as Max slid a thumb to your swollen clit, his other hand keeping your thigh up high.
"Lock your ankles, can you do that?" He asked, breathy and rough.
You managed, got a strained 'good girl' in return. Max began to swipe his thumb lazily on the tender bud of nerves. You babbled his name, unable to stop the stream of mindless nonsense. You could feel your cunt tightening up in anticipation, nerve endings alight, belly taut.
"Gonna- ngh- Max," you gasped.
"Yeah, yeah, make a mess," he replied, panting into your throat as his hips snapped. Your fingers tightened at the base of his neck, back arching as you felt the orgasm wash over you. Your eyes shut tight as you moaned and writhed through the white-hot waves of ecstasy.
Max cooed something unintelligible, thrusts growing sloppy before he sank into you with a gutted noise, spilling inside of the tight fit. You whimpered, aftershocks rolling through your body, jolting as your boyfriend sucked in a breath before collapsing on top of your trembling frame.
You shifted some, Max hissing as his softening prick slipped out, his warm spill dripping down. He rasped, "Bloody hell."
He gently pulled back to your discomfort. Max scoffed, "Hold on- love, you're a damn mess."
You blinked dumbly as he shucked down his slacks and briefs. He wiped at the mess between your thighs with the discarded briefs, blindly tossing the soiled garment in the direction of the laundry bin. The euphoric daze was fading now, a chill seeping in.
Max got back onto the bed, pulling you up with him. You were successfully manhandled under the sheets and duvetâ Max bitching the whole time. You wanted to cling, tears pricking at your eyes as the blonde got up. You whimpered, feeling rather uncomfortable and empty in his absence.
He couldnât have left? Right?
It felt like forever before he returned with water and a chocolate bar. Max raised a brow at your tearful expression. He let out a long sigh and climbed into the bed, pulling you close. Max pet your hair, voice softer than usual, "You're okay, I'm not going anywhere. No episodes, I'm here."
He lay back against the pillows, smoothing your messy hair. Tenderness was an acquired taste for him, that much you did know. You sniffled again, the drop settling in as your body began to regulate from the high. Max huffed, rolling his eyes as he gathered you tighter to his frame, arms encasing your body.
"You did great sweetheart, always such a good girl for me," he murmured into your hair.
"Yeah?" You warbled.
He tilted your head up to kiss you proper, pulling back as he studied you. He reached to swipe a tear, muttering, "Yeah. You turn me into some sort of sappy sot. Clearly I wouldn't be coddling you if that wasn't the case."
He wiped away another tear, grumbling.
You cracked a smile at his beleaguered expression of attempting genuine affection. You leaned up to kiss him again. Fucking lunatic.
Tags: PWP, pnv!sex, cockwarming, degradation, Clearly Not A Healthy Relationship, subspace, praise kink, submissive reader, attempted aftercare, Max Tries To Be Real, size difference if you squint
WC: ~2.2k
A/N: this is my piss poor attempt at trying British slang forgive me and my American microchip itâs sizzling. Also yes there is very little bdsm structure w someone going into subspace!!! Its Max Come On Now And This Is Fanfic Sue Me
Max entered the high-rise, his blue eyes stormy, kicking the door shut behind him. He carelessly dropped his bag by the leather sectional and yanked off his coat. You're already off work, peering from the kitchen at the sounds of his irritated movements.
"Max? Need a drink?" You call from the kitchen.
"Yeah."
It's short. Clipped. Max Hastings at his core under the golden boy veneer.
Itâs obvious he's irritated about something. You go to the liquor cabinet, get some bourbon, and pour it into a glass. You put in the cubes, a splash of water, and two fingers of the amber liquid.
He comes into view as he glances at you, pale irises tracing your tank top and yoga pants. You pad over, the glass outstretched. Max takes the offered drink and throws it back. He breathes out of his nose as his shoulders loosen fractionally.
He looks to you again with a tilt of his head and stalks off to plop onto the couch.
It's a bring the bottle over type of night. So you do. You always do. He'll ease up, you think. You hope. Max in a shitty mood was hellbent on suffusing the apartment in a miasma of spoiled sulking.
When you place it down on the glass table he pours more. Max's jaw twitches a little, his mouth tightening like it does when he's angry. The blonde finally sits back, voice raspy, "Come here."
His arm slides around you as you settle in his lap. Max's large hand steadies itself on the small of your back. He studies your face pensively before speaking, "I take it you've had an easy day, babe."
Babe. He had a great way of making it sound like an insult.
You rub his shoulders as he takes a drink, mulling over what words you choose. You reply, "Yeah. Didn't have many on my caseload today. So I did my documentation and came home at four."
Max gives a cutting smile. If he weren't so handsome it would hurt. He hums nonchalantly, "Lucky you. Daddy dearest wants me to travel to some fucking hole in the States for a tech sales convention. I had plans."
You frown, thumbs kneading at his tense shoulders.
"What did you have planned?" You asked.
Max scoffed, taking another drink before he spoke, "Going to Sicily with Jake. I told you that. I swear you hear nothing that comes out of my mouth."
Right. A trip. Max loved any sort of holiday to do drugs and partake in questionable behavior. You probably forgot so it wouldn't bother you.
Maxâs brows raised at your silence, lips forming a smirk. His hand pressed you closer as he hummed, "You heard. Just pretended you didn't because you weren't coming."
"Max, I-"
He held up a finger and smiledâ pretty white teeth shining in the dim light of the living room. Max's palm slid down to cup your ass as he hummed lowly, "I know baby. You're just chuffed to hear I have to fuck off to God knows where. I can see it. Selfish."
Max nosed at your neck, voice low and sulky, "It's rude you know. Commiserating in my misfortune. I haven't caught a break in months and you're delighted."
He finished his drink, putting it down with a sharp clink. Max grabbed your chin, pale eyes roving your face. You mumbled, "Max, off with it, I'm not- I don't find it pleasant you can't go see Jake."
"Sure you don't," he sneered, fingers tightening.
You frowned, brow furrowing as you stared in bewilderment. Max kissed you once, forceful, nipping your lip before pulling back.
His voice dropped to a sharp whisper.
"Well, sweetheart, if you want to make it better, I have to answer some emails and book my flight and hotel. Think you can behave and sit on my cock?"
You nodded, rather eager to ease the tension. Max grinned and patted your ass, "Good girl. Get undressed, I'll get set up."
He didn't look up as he opened the personal computer. Your face burned with the usual shame at stripping down to nothing as Max lazily pulled his prick out with one hand. His large hand strokedâ the length already stirring with interest.
You found yourself staring with heated cheeks, that shameful curl of arousal in your belly as Max gave you a once-over. He tutted, "Love, you know what to do."
Max patted his thigh expectantly.
Your breath hitched as you clambered on toned thighs and grabbed his cock. Max hissed through his teeth as you slid the blunt head against your folds, easing the way. He snapped, hand giving your ass a quick smack, "On with it."
You sunk down on him, breath coming stilted as Max's cock slid into you, stretching your cunt, filling you up until your head was spinning. He sighed, typed with one hand as his other squeezed your hip absently. Your hips now sat flush to his, Max giving a noise of approval.
You knew the drill as your cunt began to adjust to his cock. Be still, be a good girl, don't carry on and snivel. You breathed out, leaning forward to press your cheek to his broad shoulder. Your hands rested on his flanks, slightly trembling.
Max's hand stroked down your back as he spoke, "That's a good girl. Maybe I should take you along this time, keep your pretty mouth busy while I'm stuck in meetings. Wouldn't that be grand? Whoring yourself out under the table."
You whimpered and strained to keep still. Max had a disgusting fucking mouth and yet you loved itâ being his pretty toy. The edges of your mind began to grow cottony and sticky-sweet. Max's light touches, the keyboard clacking, his callous comments on top of his prick pulsing inside you had everything feeling mushy.
You blinked, trying to concentrate. You could focus on him. Your mind chanted it through the growing hazeâ Max, Max, Max. You felt your body growing relaxed and pliant the longer you rested against him, inhaling his expensive cologne and natural scent.
"Ah, there it is," Max said as he shifted his long legs, spreading them out as he reached over you to type something. His dark brows furrowed slightly as he read over the screen. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck.
"Good girl, keep squeezing me like that,â Max commented.
âThese hotels are rubbish. Father must think I'm a cheap whore. Might find one there, God. Look at these," he added after a moment.
You mewled as he turned your head to look, you having to crane over your shoulder to look at generic American hotels. Max let out a scoffing laugh, smiling again. He tapped your cheek, head cocked.
"You can't even think can you?" He asked.
"Ngh- no," you mumbled, eyes searching his face.
Mercy perhaps. No. He didnât do that. Much.
"Figured, usually you would've been up in arms about me making a comment on finding a whore," Max said flippantly, tucking your head back to his neck. He went back to scrolling, muttering, "Absolute shite."
His hand resumed rubbing your lower back, Max shifting his hips with a soft noise.
It was a lull back into floating contentment as his warm hand alternated between tracing idle circles and rubbing up and down. His cock was full as ever, and the blunt tip firmly sat deep inside your velvety heat. Your cunt dully ached with need, dripping on Max's slacks.
You closed your eyes, mouth slightly ajar with slow breath. Time felt inconsequential when you got all soft on Max. The blonde tapped a few more times, shutting the laptop. He put it on the coffee table and settled with both hands on your waist. Max pressed a brief kiss to your temple, secured you as he leaned forward for the remote.
Max made another drink while he was leaning forward.
The movement forced his prick deeper. Your thighs twitched, a little whimper slipping out. You felt yourself clench in reaction. Max grunted and swatted your ass as he hissed, "Relax. Acting like you're going to cream from me grabbing the goddamn remote."
He laid back on the couch and put on somethingâ likely sports. You'd gone still again, softening up when he rumbled, "That's it, better, simply need you to warm me."
Max settled back, sipping the drink, pale blues darkened. His pink lips were in a perpetual smirk as he savoured his bourbon. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
Max remarked like he was commenting on the weather, "Be a good girl. Keep still. You're making me feel good. I know you love being my pretty toy, babe."
You were utter mush as he rambled on, the words half incoherent except for the stray praise coming through. Your skin was warm and sensitive, eyelids drooping with pleasure. Max's lips brushed your ear as he teased, "You're making a mess sweetheart, drooling all over my pants. Here I thought you were doing it for me."
Your lips turned downâ no, no, you couldn't help it. The warmth in your chest shifted.
Max smiled and pushed your hair back, voice low, "Shh- I'm joking. So sensitive. I see you. My sweet girl. Keep it up.â
You couldn't help but whimper, lifting your heavy head to look at him. Max cupped your cheek, marveling, "A right mess. Lookit' you. Surprised you haven't come all over my cock yet, needy baby." You huffed a breath, hazy eyes drifting to Max as you leaned into his hand. You whined softly as his thumb stroked your jaw.
"You want me to fuck you? Hm? That's why you're being so good?" He asked in that maddeningly patronizing way of his. It made you throb, the molten pleasure trailing up your spine as your breath hitched.
"Use your words, baby," Max chided, a gentle smile rare on his sharp face.
You had to take a breath, blink a few times to get your heavy tongue to work. Your voice was weak and thin, "Whatever you want."
Max laughed. He dropped his hands and squeezed your hips, grinning like the cat who got the cream. He leaned forward, eyes wide as he made an exaggerated display of 'pondering'.
Max sucked his teeth and stated, "Well, lucky for you, I happen to want to fuck you into the bed, since you've been the best little cockwarmer. Fixed my mood."
You nearly yelped as he stood up, hands on your ass as he walked to the bedroom. Each step had his prick grinding inside you, forcing up whimpers. Max murmured, "I know, I know, don't get in a tizzy yet."
He looked down, "You look pretty like that. All needy and soft for me. Like a lost little kitty cat."
Max lowered you onto the bed, his larger frame pinning you down. Your breath drew a little faster, breasts budded and sensitive. Your eyes were lidded as you watched him divest his shirt. The blonde was fitâ long limbs and broad shoulders, a nice body he worked at. Drool pooled in your mouth at the sight.
"Like what you see? Of course you do," he snorted, leaning over you, lips pressing to your neck with an amused scoff. He busied himself with your tits, calloused thumbs swiping over your budded nipples.
You whined, head tilting back for more of Max's lips. His teeth grazed the thin skin, tongue darting out to lave over the burn. Max grunted, "Fuck, baby, you're needy. Go on, make those slutty noises for me."
Your arms sluggishly wrapped around his neck as he began to fuck you in earnest, wet smacks as your soaked cunt was finally rewarded. You whimpered nonsense, taking every bit of Max as his cock drove in deep. He huffed, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched you mewl and carry on.
Max's lashes fluttered as he hiked your pliant thighs up. You cried out at the change in angle, hot spikes of ecstasy lacing together, curling tighter and tighter in your belly. He grit his jaw before gasping, "Baby- hah- you're so goddamn wet. Trying to milk me huh? Greedy little cunt."
You rolled your head back, lost in pleasure as Max continued to fuck you. His words only spurred you on. Your thighs trembled as Max slid a thumb to your swollen clit, his other hand keeping your thigh up high.
"Lock your ankles, can you do that?" He asked, breathy and rough.
You managed, got a strained 'good girl' in return. Max began to swipe his thumb lazily on the tender bud of nerves. You babbled his name, unable to stop the stream of mindless nonsense. You could feel your cunt tightening up in anticipation, nerve endings alight, belly taut.
"Gonna- ngh- Max," you gasped.
"Yeah, yeah, make a mess," he replied, panting into your throat as his hips snapped. Your fingers tightened at the base of his neck, back arching as you felt the orgasm wash over you. Your eyes shut tight as you moaned and writhed through the white-hot waves of ecstasy.
Max cooed something unintelligible, thrusts growing sloppy before he sank into you with a gutted noise, spilling inside of the tight fit. You whimpered, aftershocks rolling through your body, jolting as your boyfriend sucked in a breath before collapsing on top of your trembling frame.
You shifted some, Max hissing as his softening prick slipped out, his warm spill dripping down. He rasped, "Bloody hell."
He gently pulled back to your discomfort. Max scoffed, "Hold on- love, you're a damn mess."
You blinked dumbly as he shucked down his slacks and briefs. He wiped at the mess between your thighs with the discarded briefs, blindly tossing the soiled garment in the direction of the laundry bin. The euphoric daze was fading now, a chill seeping in.
Max got back onto the bed, pulling you up with him. You were successfully manhandled under the sheets and duvetâ Max bitching the whole time. You wanted to cling, tears pricking at your eyes as the blonde got up. You whimpered, feeling rather uncomfortable and empty in his absence.
He couldnât have left? Right?
It felt like forever before he returned with water and a chocolate bar. Max raised a brow at your tearful expression. He let out a long sigh and climbed into the bed, pulling you close. Max pet your hair, voice softer than usual, "You're okay, I'm not going anywhere. No episodes, I'm here."
He lay back against the pillows, smoothing your messy hair. Tenderness was an acquired taste for him, that much you did know. You sniffled again, the drop settling in as your body began to regulate from the high. Max huffed, rolling his eyes as he gathered you tighter to his frame, arms encasing your body.
"You did great sweetheart, always such a good girl for me," he murmured into your hair.
"Yeah?" You warbled.
He tilted your head up to kiss you proper, pulling back as he studied you. He reached to swipe a tear, muttering, "Yeah. You turn me into some sort of sappy sot. Clearly I wouldn't be coddling you if that wasn't the case."
He wiped away another tear, grumbling.
You cracked a smile at his beleaguered expression of attempting genuine affection. You leaned up to kiss him again. Fucking lunatic.
Tags: PWP, pnv!sex, cockwarming, degradation, Clearly Not A Healthy Relationship, subspace, praise kink, submissive reader, attempted aftercare, Max Tries To Be Real, size difference if you squint
WC: ~2.2k
A/N: this is my piss poor attempt at trying British slang forgive me and my American microchip itâs sizzling. Also yes there is very little bdsm structure w someone going into subspace!!! Its Max Come On Now And This Is Fanfic Sue Me
Max entered the high-rise, his blue eyes stormy, kicking the door shut behind him. He carelessly dropped his bag by the leather sectional and yanked off his coat. You're already off work, peering from the kitchen at the sounds of his irritated movements.
"Max? Need a drink?" You call from the kitchen.
"Yeah."
It's short. Clipped. Max Hastings at his core under the golden boy veneer.
Itâs obvious he's irritated about something. You go to the liquor cabinet, get some bourbon, and pour it into a glass. You put in the cubes, a splash of water, and two fingers of the amber liquid.
He comes into view as he glances at you, pale irises tracing your tank top and yoga pants. You pad over, the glass outstretched. Max takes the offered drink and throws it back. He breathes out of his nose as his shoulders loosen fractionally.
He looks to you again with a tilt of his head and stalks off to plop onto the couch.
It's a bring the bottle over type of night. So you do. You always do. He'll ease up, you think. You hope. Max in a shitty mood was hellbent on suffusing the apartment in a miasma of spoiled sulking.
When you place it down on the glass table he pours more. Max's jaw twitches a little, his mouth tightening like it does when he's angry. The blonde finally sits back, voice raspy, "Come here."
His arm slides around you as you settle in his lap. Max's large hand steadies itself on the small of your back. He studies your face pensively before speaking, "I take it you've had an easy day, babe."
Babe. He had a great way of making it sound like an insult.
You rub his shoulders as he takes a drink, mulling over what words you choose. You reply, "Yeah. Didn't have many on my caseload today. So I did my documentation and came home at four."
Max gives a cutting smile. If he weren't so handsome it would hurt. He hums nonchalantly, "Lucky you. Daddy dearest wants me to travel to some fucking hole in the States for a tech sales convention. I had plans."
You frown, thumbs kneading at his tense shoulders.
"What did you have planned?" You asked.
Max scoffed, taking another drink before he spoke, "Going to Sicily with Jake. I told you that. I swear you hear nothing that comes out of my mouth."
Right. A trip. Max loved any sort of holiday to do drugs and partake in questionable behavior. You probably forgot so it wouldn't bother you.
Maxâs brows raised at your silence, lips forming a smirk. His hand pressed you closer as he hummed, "You heard. Just pretended you didn't because you weren't coming."
"Max, I-"
He held up a finger and smiledâ pretty white teeth shining in the dim light of the living room. Max's palm slid down to cup your ass as he hummed lowly, "I know baby. You're just chuffed to hear I have to fuck off to God knows where. I can see it. Selfish."
Max nosed at your neck, voice low and sulky, "It's rude you know. Commiserating in my misfortune. I haven't caught a break in months and you're delighted."
He finished his drink, putting it down with a sharp clink. Max grabbed your chin, pale eyes roving your face. You mumbled, "Max, off with it, I'm not- I don't find it pleasant you can't go see Jake."
"Sure you don't," he sneered, fingers tightening.
You frowned, brow furrowing as you stared in bewilderment. Max kissed you once, forceful, nipping your lip before pulling back.
His voice dropped to a sharp whisper.
"Well, sweetheart, if you want to make it better, I have to answer some emails and book my flight and hotel. Think you can behave and sit on my cock?"
You nodded, rather eager to ease the tension. Max grinned and patted your ass, "Good girl. Get undressed, I'll get set up."
He didn't look up as he opened the personal computer. Your face burned with the usual shame at stripping down to nothing as Max lazily pulled his prick out with one hand. His large hand strokedâ the length already stirring with interest.
You found yourself staring with heated cheeks, that shameful curl of arousal in your belly as Max gave you a once-over. He tutted, "Love, you know what to do."
Max patted his thigh expectantly.
Your breath hitched as you clambered on toned thighs and grabbed his cock. Max hissed through his teeth as you slid the blunt head against your folds, easing the way. He snapped, hand giving your ass a quick smack, "On with it."
You sunk down on him, breath coming stilted as Max's cock slid into you, stretching your cunt, filling you up until your head was spinning. He sighed, typed with one hand as his other squeezed your hip absently. Your hips now sat flush to his, Max giving a noise of approval.
You knew the drill as your cunt began to adjust to his cock. Be still, be a good girl, don't carry on and snivel. You breathed out, leaning forward to press your cheek to his broad shoulder. Your hands rested on his flanks, slightly trembling.
Max's hand stroked down your back as he spoke, "That's a good girl. Maybe I should take you along this time, keep your pretty mouth busy while I'm stuck in meetings. Wouldn't that be grand? Whoring yourself out under the table."
You whimpered and strained to keep still. Max had a disgusting fucking mouth and yet you loved itâ being his pretty toy. The edges of your mind began to grow cottony and sticky-sweet. Max's light touches, the keyboard clacking, his callous comments on top of his prick pulsing inside you had everything feeling mushy.
You blinked, trying to concentrate. You could focus on him. Your mind chanted it through the growing hazeâ Max, Max, Max. You felt your body growing relaxed and pliant the longer you rested against him, inhaling his expensive cologne and natural scent.
"Ah, there it is," Max said as he shifted his long legs, spreading them out as he reached over you to type something. His dark brows furrowed slightly as he read over the screen. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck.
"Good girl, keep squeezing me like that,â Max commented.
âThese hotels are rubbish. Father must think I'm a cheap whore. Might find one there, God. Look at these," he added after a moment.
You mewled as he turned your head to look, you having to crane over your shoulder to look at generic American hotels. Max let out a scoffing laugh, smiling again. He tapped your cheek, head cocked.
"You can't even think can you?" He asked.
"Ngh- no," you mumbled, eyes searching his face.
Mercy perhaps. No. He didnât do that. Much.
"Figured, usually you would've been up in arms about me making a comment on finding a whore," Max said flippantly, tucking your head back to his neck. He went back to scrolling, muttering, "Absolute shite."
His hand resumed rubbing your lower back, Max shifting his hips with a soft noise.
It was a lull back into floating contentment as his warm hand alternated between tracing idle circles and rubbing up and down. His cock was full as ever, and the blunt tip firmly sat deep inside your velvety heat. Your cunt dully ached with need, dripping on Max's slacks.
You closed your eyes, mouth slightly ajar with slow breath. Time felt inconsequential when you got all soft on Max. The blonde tapped a few more times, shutting the laptop. He put it on the coffee table and settled with both hands on your waist. Max pressed a brief kiss to your temple, secured you as he leaned forward for the remote.
Max made another drink while he was leaning forward.
The movement forced his prick deeper. Your thighs twitched, a little whimper slipping out. You felt yourself clench in reaction. Max grunted and swatted your ass as he hissed, "Relax. Acting like you're going to cream from me grabbing the goddamn remote."
He laid back on the couch and put on somethingâ likely sports. You'd gone still again, softening up when he rumbled, "That's it, better, simply need you to warm me."
Max settled back, sipping the drink, pale blues darkened. His pink lips were in a perpetual smirk as he savoured his bourbon. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
Max remarked like he was commenting on the weather, "Be a good girl. Keep still. You're making me feel good. I know you love being my pretty toy, babe."
You were utter mush as he rambled on, the words half incoherent except for the stray praise coming through. Your skin was warm and sensitive, eyelids drooping with pleasure. Max's lips brushed your ear as he teased, "You're making a mess sweetheart, drooling all over my pants. Here I thought you were doing it for me."
Your lips turned downâ no, no, you couldn't help it. The warmth in your chest shifted.
Max smiled and pushed your hair back, voice low, "Shh- I'm joking. So sensitive. I see you. My sweet girl. Keep it up.â
You couldn't help but whimper, lifting your heavy head to look at him. Max cupped your cheek, marveling, "A right mess. Lookit' you. Surprised you haven't come all over my cock yet, needy baby." You huffed a breath, hazy eyes drifting to Max as you leaned into his hand. You whined softly as his thumb stroked your jaw.
"You want me to fuck you? Hm? That's why you're being so good?" He asked in that maddeningly patronizing way of his. It made you throb, the molten pleasure trailing up your spine as your breath hitched.
"Use your words, baby," Max chided, a gentle smile rare on his sharp face.
You had to take a breath, blink a few times to get your heavy tongue to work. Your voice was weak and thin, "Whatever you want."
Max laughed. He dropped his hands and squeezed your hips, grinning like the cat who got the cream. He leaned forward, eyes wide as he made an exaggerated display of 'pondering'.
Max sucked his teeth and stated, "Well, lucky for you, I happen to want to fuck you into the bed, since you've been the best little cockwarmer. Fixed my mood."
You nearly yelped as he stood up, hands on your ass as he walked to the bedroom. Each step had his prick grinding inside you, forcing up whimpers. Max murmured, "I know, I know, don't get in a tizzy yet."
He looked down, "You look pretty like that. All needy and soft for me. Like a lost little kitty cat."
Max lowered you onto the bed, his larger frame pinning you down. Your breath drew a little faster, breasts budded and sensitive. Your eyes were lidded as you watched him divest his shirt. The blonde was fitâ long limbs and broad shoulders, a nice body he worked at. Drool pooled in your mouth at the sight.
"Like what you see? Of course you do," he snorted, leaning over you, lips pressing to your neck with an amused scoff. He busied himself with your tits, calloused thumbs swiping over your budded nipples.
You whined, head tilting back for more of Max's lips. His teeth grazed the thin skin, tongue darting out to lave over the burn. Max grunted, "Fuck, baby, you're needy. Go on, make those slutty noises for me."
Your arms sluggishly wrapped around his neck as he began to fuck you in earnest, wet smacks as your soaked cunt was finally rewarded. You whimpered nonsense, taking every bit of Max as his cock drove in deep. He huffed, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched you mewl and carry on.
Max's lashes fluttered as he hiked your pliant thighs up. You cried out at the change in angle, hot spikes of ecstasy lacing together, curling tighter and tighter in your belly. He grit his jaw before gasping, "Baby- hah- you're so goddamn wet. Trying to milk me huh? Greedy little cunt."
You rolled your head back, lost in pleasure as Max continued to fuck you. His words only spurred you on. Your thighs trembled as Max slid a thumb to your swollen clit, his other hand keeping your thigh up high.
"Lock your ankles, can you do that?" He asked, breathy and rough.
You managed, got a strained 'good girl' in return. Max began to swipe his thumb lazily on the tender bud of nerves. You babbled his name, unable to stop the stream of mindless nonsense. You could feel your cunt tightening up in anticipation, nerve endings alight, belly taut.
"Gonna- ngh- Max," you gasped.
"Yeah, yeah, make a mess," he replied, panting into your throat as his hips snapped. Your fingers tightened at the base of his neck, back arching as you felt the orgasm wash over you. Your eyes shut tight as you moaned and writhed through the white-hot waves of ecstasy.
Max cooed something unintelligible, thrusts growing sloppy before he sank into you with a gutted noise, spilling inside of the tight fit. You whimpered, aftershocks rolling through your body, jolting as your boyfriend sucked in a breath before collapsing on top of your trembling frame.
You shifted some, Max hissing as his softening prick slipped out, his warm spill dripping down. He rasped, "Bloody hell."
He gently pulled back to your discomfort. Max scoffed, "Hold on- love, you're a damn mess."
You blinked dumbly as he shucked down his slacks and briefs. He wiped at the mess between your thighs with the discarded briefs, blindly tossing the soiled garment in the direction of the laundry bin. The euphoric daze was fading now, a chill seeping in.
Max got back onto the bed, pulling you up with him. You were successfully manhandled under the sheets and duvetâ Max bitching the whole time. You wanted to cling, tears pricking at your eyes as the blonde got up. You whimpered, feeling rather uncomfortable and empty in his absence.
He couldnât have left? Right?
It felt like forever before he returned with water and a chocolate bar. Max raised a brow at your tearful expression. He let out a long sigh and climbed into the bed, pulling you close. Max pet your hair, voice softer than usual, "You're okay, I'm not going anywhere. No episodes, I'm here."
He lay back against the pillows, smoothing your messy hair. Tenderness was an acquired taste for him, that much you did know. You sniffled again, the drop settling in as your body began to regulate from the high. Max huffed, rolling his eyes as he gathered you tighter to his frame, arms encasing your body.
"You did great sweetheart, always such a good girl for me," he murmured into your hair.
"Yeah?" You warbled.
He tilted your head up to kiss you proper, pulling back as he studied you. He reached to swipe a tear, muttering, "Yeah. You turn me into some sort of sappy sot. Clearly I wouldn't be coddling you if that wasn't the case."
He wiped away another tear, grumbling.
You cracked a smile at his beleaguered expression of attempting genuine affection. You leaned up to kiss him again. Fucking lunatic.
