Max Fewtrell x Reader | pwp, established relationship, blow jobs, teasing, lingerie, lightest dom/sub undertones | fic song
You know it's like this sometimes, living with Max, taking a step back because he has all those other things going on. Quadrant, babysitting Bob, and the streaming. Time-consuming, but still—you're fucking proud. Proud that he found his way, worked through everything, just to come back stronger than ever. Working on himself, mind and body. Sure, you'd love him even bald and old—but that wasn't the point.
Not when you're worked up the whole day, watching Max in the gym while you worked out on the stairmaster, eyes glued to his form as he did bench presses and squats. Every muscle in his body was taut, sweat already beading on his forehead, and that absolute determination on his face. He looked the same when he fucked you. Coaxed every little bit out of your body, holding himself back just to wring two or three orgasms in a row out of your shivering body. The same face when he bent you over the kitchen counter, nails digging into your hips. With the changes in his life, something in him changed, too. He was more confident, dominant, and you loved every second of it.
But still, sometimes you wish for more time together. Just like tonight. After dinner and cuddling on the couch for a while, Max grew more impatient by the second, eyes checking his phone.
"You really have to play today?"
You asked softly, face mushed into his neck, fingers stroking over his upper body. One leg swung over his thighs, slim body pressed against his broad form. There was a deep sigh, and for a second, you thought you'd won—until one of his hands softly grabbed your thigh and pulled it off his lap.
"Just two hours, yeah, babe? Promised Bob and Ban Kai a bit of Tarkov today."
Yeah sure, no chance against this—at least he just planned to play, not to stream. So you tried to get your mind off the still-lingering image of Max in the gym while he disappeared to his gaming room. But nothing helped, restless energy still buzzing under your skin. You tried. Touched yourself—ending even more worked up because nothing compared to Max's eager fingers and his dick.
So it was the horny part of your brain that took over, walking over to your closet and pulling out one of the lingerie sets you'd just bought. You'd planned to wear it for your anniversary, but now? Special circumstances sometimes needed special things.
One last look in the mirror, to check how the light pink lingerie hugged your curves, the bra pushing up your tits just the right way, the color a nice contrast to your skin—nobody could say no to that, especially not Max. Before you opened the door to the gaming room, you checked his Twitch account from your phone—still offline.
When you opened the door, his eyes were focused on the screen, fingers working over the keyboard before he hissed at his mic, something about Lando not concentrating enough. His whole body was tense in that way that told you so much about his mood without him even speaking.
Stopping right behind his chair, your hands found his shoulders while you leaned down, slowly pulling the headset off from one side.
"Hi Love..."
"Babe. Can you wait 5 minutes, just gonna..." You could hear Lando giggling through the headphones, probably already thinking about some snappy comment about their relationship—poking Max just for the fun of it. And for once, you were thankful. Lando, without knowing, was contributing to bringing Max into exactly the headspace you needed him. A little bit pissed off, just on the right side.
"Fuck off Bob, go and suck Oscar, will ya? Keeping that mouth busy."
Slowly, you pulled his chair back a bit, Max's head snapping in your direction. This moment was probably your favorite part—the realization on his face. The way his eyes grew bigger, eyebrows rising to his hairline, mouth hanging slightly open while his eyes scanned your body, staring at your nipples pushing against the sheer fabric.
Before he could say anything, you shook your head, index finger pressed against your lips, before you sank to your knees, body slotting between his thighs under the table.
Max still carried that shocked expression, eyes glued to what happened under the table, head slightly shaking in a silent no, but you just tilted your head, hands slowly wandering from his calves, over his knees to his thighs. For a second, you squeezed the thick muscle, satisfaction painted in your eyes when Max squirmed in his chair, teeth worrying his bottom lip.
Lando must have said something because his eyes snapped back to the screen, a slight furrow between his eyebrows.
"Eyes on the screen."
Thigh muscles tensing under your hands so much, you could feel how much effort it cost him not to look down, hips already slightly rutting up against your light touch, hands more ghosting over his crotch than touching.
Pressing a kiss against the soft skin of his thighs, right where his shorts had ridden up, your fingers hooked under the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling both down enough to free his cock.
The sight alone was enough to make you bite back a moan, his perfect dick directly in your line of sight. Already hard, flushed pink and precum pearling down from the tip. You licked your lips, an unintentional movement before you leaned forward, lips ghosting over the skin until you reached the tip, tongue slowly licking over the slit before you sucked a bit on the head, alternating between kitten licks and hollowing your cheeks.
Under your attention, Max squirmed again, taking big breaths, his leg already nervously bouncing up and down.
Just one look above, to check if his eyes were still on the game, before you slowly pushed his dick between your lips, until it nudged against the tight ring of your throat, your nose pressed against his stomach. Just for a few seconds before your eyes started to tear and you pulled off, hand stroking and spreading the mixture between spit and precum you both left.
You swallowed him down a few more times, fighting your gag reflex to take in more and more of Max, spit and precum already leaking out of the corners of your mouth, before there was a strong hand in your hair, holding it out of your face but mostly pressing you down onto his length.
"You're fucking mental, you know that?"
Taking a deep breath through your nose, you looked up to Max through your eyelashes, eyes already wet. The headset was gone—something you hadn't even noticed.
"Behaving like this when fucking Lando is on the call..."
Max shook his head before he pulled your lips off him, dick resting against his stomach, leaving a wet stain against his shirt. You reached up to clean your chin with the back of your hand, but Max was faster. Hands carefully wrapping around your wrist to pull you up, standing between his legs.
"Should send you away. Just leave you with it..."
Head tilted to the side, he almost looked like a predator, eyeing his prey. Just a second before he pressed his lips against yours, tongue licking into your mouth like he wanted to taste himself on your lips. Busy hands already wandering over your body, giving your ass a slight slap. Not enough to hurt, but still so much that you slightly jumped forward. The burn sends a tingle of pleasure through your body.
"You left me for them..."
You didn't even care that you sounded whiny or pathetic, the need in your core drowning everything else—there was just Max in your head and nothing else.
"Gonna give you what you want, babe. And you will take it, like the good girl you are."
If it wasn't for Max's hands on your hips, you would probably have kneeled again, legs simply giving up just because of his words. Or the way his grip tightened on your body, almost bruising when he turned you around. Upper body bent down, hip bones against the edge of the table. Your hands on the table to keep yourself steady, your eyes fell on the screen.
The image too familiar. The face too fucking familiar. The webcam turned on—not Twitch, but still recording.
"Max..."
His name on your lips, drowned in a moan, ass pressed against him. His hot breath against your ear.
"You wanted to give a show, right? Look at you, fucking perfect. I wish I could show it to the world."
You knew he would never. But alone the possibility sent another pulse through your core, thighs clenching together to take off some of the need.
"You're so beautiful. Still can't believe you're mine."
Teeth softly nibbling at your earlobe before he kissed his way down, found the soft spot on your neck that made your knees weak. Sucking, leaving a bruise for everyone to see.
"Eyes on the screen, my love..."
You should have known that your words would come back to you, Max turning them around just to use them against you. But still, you followed, your eyes locked on the screen—almost like a mirror. Your red, swollen lips. Pink cheeks. Max behind you, his eyes on your ass, pupils blown wide and hands almost shaking with how much he was holding back himself.
Another slap landed on your ass, this time harder, your body jolting forwards with the force, but at the same time his palm pressed against your core, barely enough pressure against your clit. A throaty whine leaving your lips, tears forming again on your waterline.
"Max, please. I'm sorry. I just..."
You pressed your ass against his cock, hips bending downwards, just to get anything. The hand that pressed against your core was gone, instead pulling the string to the side, Max slowly pushing the tip of his cock through your folds.
"God, you're so fucking wet. Do you want me so much?"
You were barely able to form any words, your head already clouded with how much you needed him. All the holding back over the day slowly crashing down on you.
"Please, just—fuck me please."
That was all Max needed, dick slowly pushing inside you, inch by delicate inch. It always felt like getting split in half, but that was exactly what you wanted, what you needed. Everything focused on this one point, the feeling of Max slowly filling you out, making space for himself inside you.
"You're so tight, god, you feel so..."
His hips pushing forwards, soft skin of his hips meeting your ass cheeks, Max bottoming out, at the same time his forehead falling against your shoulder, harsh breaths leaving his lips like it was almost too much to take.
You arched your back even more, body slowly rocking backwards to meet his thrust. Slow and deep, just the way you both liked it, making sure you would feel him—everything. Clenching down every time he thrusts into you, pushing breathy little moans out of you.
The image on the screen was mental. Probably the hottest thing you ever saw, the look on Max's face, the way his head tilted back when he pushed in even deeper. Jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed. Slowly moving faster, movements getting sloppier, while one of his hands crept between your legs. Index finger pressed against your clit, moving in tight little circles.
"You gonna come for me, yeah? Come with me. God, I love you so much."
Max was just babbling, a stream of words without even thinking about it. His other hand wrapped around your hips, pulling you against him with every thrust. Your hips pressing against the edge of the table again and again, surely leaving marks for days.
You could already feel the heat pooling in your stomach, burning hot, thighs shivering before your orgasm broke through. Hitting you with so much force that little stars were dancing right in front of your eyes. Max moaning behind you, filling you up before he leaned down, blanketing your body, carefully not to crush you under his weight.
"I'm sorry if I was... a bit harsh, okay?"
You just shook your head, too tired to form a normal sentence, so you just whispered "perfect" before your eyes closed again, Max softly caressing your sides, pressing kisses against bruises that started to form. Your head full of cotton, barely noticing that Max's weight was gone, soft dick slipping out of you before there was a harsh gasp, a thumb at your hole, pushing his cum back inside, Max eyes probably full of wonder. You squirmed away, already on the edge of too much - but still your body reacting again. Eyes meeting the screen just accidentally, just catching the way Max stared at you while he slipped his thumb between his lips, sucking his come and your juices off it.
they lived together for like six months but with the amount they bring it up you would think it was decades
You're literally right like they lived together literally July through December 2021 and yet inevitably one of them will bring up "remember when we were living together". Like yeah babes. I do remember. You both talk about it often enough. The shared wardrobe never got uncoupled so yeah, I do recall. Anyway this part of the stream where Lando brings it up made me laugh because it's part of a 3 year long "joke" about how Lando's doing Max's washing and ironing and is his little housewife
Example: jumping into the stream to talk about doing max's ironing
Example: when max was live and lando was literally at the track watching max's stream and bullyflirting about max wearing lando's hoodie
Example: this horribly domestic note that I don't want to think about
Laundry is their kink and they're obsessed with thinking about their little domestic life because it was sooooooo special to them. The prosecution rests your honour!
