you're so cool
Max Broussard x fem!reader
CW: (smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, fwbs to lovers, angst, fluff, teasing, praising, dry humping, taking pictures during sex with consent, dom max, kinda dom reader for a second, tit worship, mentioned drug use)
Wc: 2.3k
His eyes were judgemental and calculating as they watched your every move. Blue hugged by a kiss of red from the weed he smoked. Everything about you drove Max up the damn wall. From your laugh to the way you would glare at his teases. Your voice was something he hated and craved at the same time.
Your touch left chills down his spine while it felt as hot as second degree burns.
Your lips trailing down his neck felt like someone was suffocating him with affection. He couldn’t tell if he loved it or hated it more than anything.
“Mh…baby, calm down…” Max mumbled, gently nudging your face away from his neck after you nipped at his collarbone, sucking on the skin to soothe the pain and to leave a big, pretty mark.
Pulling away from him, you sat up, hands resting on his chest as you straddled his hips, “...you okay?”
“...just don’t leave any marks, okay?” the blond uttered, glancing away from you since it felt like your stare was just too heavy.
“Alright.” you sighed, grabbing the end of your shirt to pull it up, but Max’s hands caught your wrists, keeping you from lifting it up.
“...just lift your skirt up.” he huffed, still unable to look you in the eye.
You knew you shouldn’t expect anything other than that from Max, you guys weren’t serious. It was just a stress reliever even if it somehow managed to hurt you more than it made you feel good. Of course the sex was good, but it felt like Max barely liked it or even cared if you liked it. Like it was just something to take his mind off of Drea.
“Okay…” you were reluctant to do so, watching Max through your lashes while he made quick work of his slacks and belt.
His blue eyes didn’t even look up at your face while he waited for you to lift your skirt for him, his hand holding his chubbed up penis, tip glistening with precum. Thumb teasing the ridge of his tip, Max finally looked up at you, a frown tugging at his lips when he saw yours.
“You okay?” he asked, his free hand reaching up to cup your cheek.
“...do you even like me?” you whispered, embarrassed by the tears clinging to your eyelashes, making the mascara smudge and run down your cheeks in a trail of black.
“Well, duh? I wouldn’t fuck you if I didn’t–”
“No, like, do you have feelings for me that aren’t sexual?” you cut him off, one hand fidgeting with the hem of your skirt while the other wiped your tears away.
Max felt his heart sink in his chest, hand faltering on his dick that softened rapidly due to your question and the stress that quickly filled him, “...uh…”
Your eyes that were full of fear and hope made him feel even more overwhelmed. Max wasn’t one for feelings. Even with Drea. And the thought of it being with you was even worse.
“...yeah.” Max lied straight through his teeth, rubbing under your eye with the pad of his thumb, smudging the ruined make-up. “Of course, baby…”
You surged forward, pressing a kiss to his lips that was all tongue and teeth, your hands ruining his neatly styled hair. Max moaned into your mouth as your tongue pushed into his mouth, rubbing over his in a way that had his dick perking back up. Once limp against his thigh, was now standing up with arousal, giving a slight twitch when you pulled away to pull your shirt up.
Max had never seen you without a shirt, so he was a little excited yet nervous. As your shirt was tossed to the side, his hand slipped behind your back to unhook your bra for you. The midnight blue straps falling down your arms and slouching in the inside of your elbows. A small smirk tugged at his lips as you took the bra off, your soft breasts coming into view, nipples pebbled with arousal and the cool breeze of the AC.
“Look at these, baby…” he hummed, one hand resting on your hip while the other reached for your chest, before he glanced up at you through his eyelashes, voice low, “May I touch you?”
“You may.” you nodded, practically trembling with anticipation and excitement as his hand landed on your chest, cupping your left breast and gently thumbing over your erect nipple. A small sigh ripped from your throat, head tipping back and exposing your soft neck.
Max smirked, leaning towards you and pressing soft kisses to the tops of each breast, fingers dimpling into the soft, tender flesh, “Sound so pretty, sweetheart…”
You hunched over his head, hugging him closer to your sensitive flesh as his lips explored the uncharted expanse of area leaving soft nips, gentle kisses, and sweet sucks. It was like nothing you have ever experienced. Max had never been one for foreplay that wasn’t just fingering you, and Max was your first sexual partner. So you truly never felt anything like this before. Maybe if you were lucky, Max would make this a more regular thing after this. You could only hope that it would be the case.
Because you definitely wouldn’t have as much fun if he didn’t.
The blond let out a small moan, tongue laving over the pert peak of your breast, lightly pinching the bud between his teeth and looking up at you with a cheeky glint in his eyes. You couldn’t even look down at him, eyes squeezed shut, face twisted with pleasure as your hips lightly rocked against nothingness. Max had never seen you this debauched, skin hot with arousal, mouth agape with silent pleasure. It made him feel a little guilty about never taking his time with you out of fear.
"So hot, baby." Max murmured, praising your tits as he gave them all the attention they truly deserved.
“Oh Max…” you whispered into his room, a hand dragging down his back and slipping around his waist to lightly grip his penis.
Max let out a soft gasp against your heated skin as his hips gave an adorable stutter at the contact he wasn’t completely expecting. Rocking his cock up into your closed fist, Max panted against your cleavage, the pleasure sending shocks up his spine that made him bite his bottom lip.
“Like that?” you whispered into his ear, hand fisting his soft hair and gently tugging his head back so he’d look at you instead of hiding his face in your breasts.
He nodded, cheeks bright pink and splotchy due to the pleasure you gave him, “Yes…just like that, please…”
Max never looked like this before. He was always the one “in charge”, so it almost gave you whiplash with how much different it was. His moans were much more soft and whiny, eyes glazed over with lust as they gazed up at you. It was nice, you couldn't deny.
“Okay, sweetheart.” you cooed into his ear, giving the shell of his ear a light nip that made him moan.
Max’s hand slipped under your skirt, finger swiping over the wet patch on your panties. His thumb rubbed over the soft bump under the soaked cotton, making your hips lurch towards his touch. The pleasure sent shockwaves all over your body, your eyelashes fluttering at your eyes closed, head tipped back as his fingers work magic on your warm center.
Oh how the tables turned.
Smirking, Max pulled his mouth away from your breast, leaning back against his pillows to watch you writhe in his lap. The sight was something he was going to keep for future nightly adventures by himself. The peaks of your tits shiny with his spit, white panties soaked transparent with your slick, skirt shoved up around your hips, loafers still on your feet as the cool leather dug into the silk sheets.
The sight was pure jerk off material.
You looked like something straight out of a porno–
Max glanced over at his camera, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Hey, sweetheart. Can I take a picture?” he asked softly, looking up at you with that smoldering look that made every girl at Rosehill weak in the knees.
“O-of what?” you managed to whisper through your gasps and moans.
“You, dummy.” he smirked, rubbing small circles over your swollen clit as he waited for your consent to take some pictures.
All you could do was nod, too lost in the pleasure he gave you.
“Atta girl.” he praised, reaching over to his camera and grabbing it.
Every picture he took made him harder, cock throbbing and leaving a wet patch of pre on the end of his shirt. Your gorgeous face pulled into a twist of ecstasy as his fingers tugged the crotch of your panties to the side, sliding his finger between your slick folds. A groan rumbled in his throat when he felt just how wet you were, eyelids drooping a little before he reluctantly pulled his hand away from you.
Your frustrated whine made him give you a mocking pout, “Sorry, baby.”
Rubbing your slick off of his fingers onto your skirt, Max showed you the pictures he took while you wriggled in his lap from the loss of friction. Of course, he didn’t bat an eye, just amused as he showed you the pictures he just took.
He would never get sick of driving you crazy and teasing you to the point of tears. Sure, he would always give in and give you the most mind shattering orgasm, but he loved to watch you get frustrated because of him keeping on edge.
“Max…” you whined, shifting to rub you cotton covered cunt against his erect arousal which in return made him gasp and almost drop the camera.
“Hold on, sweet girl.” Max groaned out, setting the camera down on the pillow to his left, hands dropping to grip your hips.
You let out a frustrated huff, glaring at him through your tear hazed stare, “Why–”
Your words were cut off by Max quickly turning to the right so he hovered over you, a smirk on his lips as he settled his hips between your thighs. The tip of his cock brushed over your soaked panties, making him shudder a little, tugging them to the side and pushing himself against your wet heat. Dropping his forehead on your clavicle, he wrapped his long fingers around the stiff base of his penis, guiding himself to your entrance.
“Ready?” he whispered, picking his head up to look at you, dropping it back down when he saw your nod and slowly entering you.
The sensation made Max gasp a little as you hummed and arched up a little at the feeling of him stretching your slick walls. He stilled for a moment, giving you a second to adjust to him and to try and regather his bearings from the tight feeling of you. It was hot. Sensation wise. Attraction wise.
Everything about it was hot.
With a small grunt, Max pushed in all the way, his soft sack flush against the warmth of your clothed rear. Intimate, it was all very intimate. Just the touch of his sweaty forehead against your chest was more intimate than Max ever let it be. And he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for making the experience of being with him less than great for you.
His hips rocked gently, pulling out a little and slipping back in with a soft hiss as your walls squeezed him tight. Resting on his elbows, Max’s blue eyes stared into your half lidded ones with a grin on his lip.
“You like that?” he hummed, sitting up on his knees and tossing one of your legs over his shoulder and guiding the other to wrap around his waist.
You nodded, only to get a small, gentle smack on the side of your thigh from Max, your eyes flying up to look at his face as he gave you a light scolding stare, “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Yes. I like it a lot…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as he gave the spot he just spanked a gentle rub to soothe the light stinging sensation that he left.
“There we go…” the blond smirked, hips rocking against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit occasionally, which would make you arch and gasp out a small plea for him to continue.
His hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He could feel his orgasm approaching quickly, his balls tightening as he felt your pussy spasm a little, your mouth dropping into the perfect little ‘o’ as your orgasm shook you to the core. Max let out a grunt when he felt you gush around his cock, eyes squeezed shut as he shoved his hips against yours, his semen leaving your insides white.
“Oh…oh fuck.” Max whispered as he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom, but it didn’t stop him from fucking his cum back into you with his fingers when he pulled out and saw it start to leak out. “You’re on birth control, right?”
“Yeah…yeah I am.” you whispered, out of breath and flushed with heat from the orgasm.
“Good.” Max nodded, leaning down to press a kiss on your sweaty forehead.
A smile pulled at your lips. You liked this a lot more than whatever you guys had before. The sex always seemed more disconnected.
Max froze a little when he realized the feelings he had for you were more than what he originally thought they were, but he couldn’t deny that maybe it would be good to work on that. Maybe having a relationship he actually cared about would be more fun and meaningful. He hoped at least, and hopefully you wouldn't get too hurt in the process.
