onlyfans girl max asking r to be in one of her videos pls pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
yes actually. i see roommate!max too sooo
smut. 18+ pls.
“cmon, you dont have to show your face, i just need you to record your pov while you fuck me.” max had been spending the past few minutes trying to convince you to help her with a video
“why not ask any of your friends? why are you asking me?” max pauses for a moment, a faint blush creeping on her cheeks before she responds.
“our walls are paper thin, i can hear how good you fuck.”
“i thought it was for money, not pleasure.”
“but if i can get both, then i want both.”
thats all the convincing it took for you, and a few days later, you find yourself holding max’s camera with one hand, the other teasing her body. your fingers tweak at her nipples, your eyes are locked on the screen, making sure that max’s every reaction is caught.
max’s hands are restrained above her head, her hips bucking up against nothing as you roll her nipple between your fingers. “f-fuck,” she pushes out, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth. your hands trail further down her body until you reach her cunt. you move the camera down slightly, spreading her folds apart. max whines. she was used to showing off her pussy to the camera, but something about the way you did it, the way you took your time, it drove her insane and she clenched around nothing.
you shift the camera back up until her frame was in view. you swipe your fingers through her folds, collecting her wetness, circling her clit, before bringing them up to max’s lips. “open,” and she does. she takes your fingers into her mouth, eyes closing as she does so. fuck, she was hot.
you pull your fingers from her mouth before stuffing them in her cunt. max moans out at the feeling, hips bucking up against you. you took your time, fucking into her slowly, curling your fingers, working her up until she was a whiny mess, begging you to let her cum, and then stopping, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm.
“nono, please. i was so close, please dont stop.” heat builds in the pit of your stomach at her pleas.
“cmon, cant have you cummimg already, i havent even fucked you properly.” you set the camera down on max’s stomach, peeling the remainder of your clothing off, strap nudging at her entrance by the time you’re finished.
you pick the camera back up, bringing the silicon into view. you push inside of her slowly, the familiar stretch causing the girl to let out drawn out moans. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, hands tugging at their restraints. you pay no mind to it, fucking into the girl at a brutally slow pace. “faster, fuck, please.” you listen, picking your pace up.
max bites down on her lip, suppressing her moans. you tug her lip from between its confines, tsking at her. “no, im sure your audience wants to hear how good i fuck you.”
g!p student reader sharing an apartment with max and secretly crushing on her but max has a bf and he sleep overs often which drives r insane bcs whenever hes staying she can hear them fucking in the middle of the night and hearing max's moans makes her go absolutely crazy.
also r hates max's bf and the morning after she confronts him in front of max and makes fun of his small dick lmfao 😭 it ends up with "who has bigger dick challenge"
(bonus points if r and max get a chance to fuck and r is like super proud and cocky that she won and finally confesses her feelings)
hmmm. this was the hardest thing i’ve ever written guys in not gonna lie.
smut. 18+ pls
do not repost for any reason.
you hated the thin walls of your apartment. you hated when max had her boyfriend over. you hated him even more. you hated that you could hear max’s pretty moans, moans that would sound so much prettier if they were caused by you. you hated the fact that just hearing those pretty moans had you cock hardening slightly. you were jealous of him. you were jealous that he got to fuck max and you didnt. you hated that she was with him. you knew you treated her better than he ever could, and you knew you could fuck max better than he ever could.
seeing them the next morning was so much worse. seeing the sleepy smile max wore when she sees you, wrapping her arms around your frame, telling you good morning. you tried to be cool about it, he would leave soon anyways.
of course he didnt. he stayed longer than you wanted, he always did, though. you always wanted him gone the moment he stepped into yours and max’s shared apartment. but you guess he had gotten comfortable around you, comfortable enough to talk down towards max. he talked about her like he owned her, treating her like she was below him. it made your blood boil, your hatred for him only growing.
you could see the uncomfortable look on max’s face as he spoke to her and her attempt at creating space between the two of them. “come on max, why do you keep moving away? you act like you weren’t all up on my dick last night, c’mon,” he tugs at her shoulder, attempting to pull her closer to him.
your jaw clenches, fingers gripping the counter you leaned against. max lets out a fake laugh, her body tense as he pulls her closer to you. “max,” your voice booms from the kitchen and she turns her attention to you, nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. “can we talk?” she looks over at her boyfriend hesitantly before pushing herself off of the couch. he grabs her wrist tightly.
“im sure you two can talk from here, yeah?” max glances up to you and your eyebrows furrow.
“i’ll be quick,” max mutters quietly, her eyes wide.
“no, its fine. he can listen if he really wants to,” you push yourself away from the counter, making your way to the living room. “he needs to leave, and he needs to leave now.” he scoffs at your words, letting go of max’s wrist.
“the fuck’s your problem?” he asks in disbelief.
“my problem? you’re my fucking problem. you treat max like shit and i don’t appreciate it. so get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.” he looks to max, as if asking her if she was really letting this happen. max doesn’t meet his eyes, scooting closer towards you.
“really, max? you’re gonna let her kick me out?” he scoffs when max doesnt respond, glaring up at you. “you’re just jealous that i’m fucking her, huh?” you’re disgusted with his words, you know its true, but you’d never admit it to him.
“fuck no. i know damn well i’d fuck her better than you ever could. you’re dick’s too small, bet you can’t even make her cum, can you?” you can see the rage building inside of him, his eyes narrowing.
“shut up, bitch.” you fight the smile that tries to tug its way onto your lips.
“what, you know its true.” he stands from the couch, standing in front of you.
“shut up, i’ll fucking kill you,” his voice is filled with anger, and his breath stinks. you jerk your head away, trying to get out of the way of his breath.
“yeah your breath definitely smells like ‘i cant make a girl cum.’ get the fuck out of my house.” he glances over at max once again before rolling his eyes, making his way out of your apartment. “fucking dick,” you mumble, plopping yourself down on the couch, finally able to relax now that he was gone.
max is still for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. “are you?” she asks. you lift your head to look at her.
“am i what?” a smile tugs at the corner on max’s lips.
“are you jealous that he fucked me and you didn’t?” she straddles your lap and heat rushes through your body before it settle in your core. your hands find her hips instinctively as she shuffles to find a comfortable position on your lap. “you know,” she whispers, toying with the baby hairs on the back of your neck, “if you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just asked,” her breath fans across your face, its a large difference from her boyfriend’s and you welcome it gladly.
you’re almost certain max can feel your cock as it grows in your loose shorts. normally, you’d be embarrassed, but you can’t find it in you to care at this point, you just needed to feel max wrapped around your cock.
“you had a boyfriend, i was being respectful, but god do these thin ass walls make it hard to stay respectful.” max brings her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands moving to cup your face softly.
“i just wanted you,” her lips are on yours the moment the words leave her mouth. you groan against her lips at the feeling. you should’ve done this sooner, you’re an idiot. max pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. “i hoped you would listen, thats why i put on a little bit of performance. you really think he could have me moaning like that?”
you smile lazily, thumb rubbing just underneath the waistband of her panties. “god, you know how hard it is to keep my dick in my pants when you run around wearing just these?” you let the waistband snap against her skin and she arches against you, her hips jerking against your cock.
if you weren’t hard before, you were now.
you pull the panties to the side, running your fingers through her wetness. “so fucking wet,” you groan. max lets out a moan the second the pads of your fingers graze against her clit.
“oh my god, please,” she whimpers out, her hips bucking in an attempt to relieve the ache between her thighs. you wanted nothing more than to alleviate the ache between yours, but you had a point to prove.
you could fuck her better than he ever could.
your fingers prod at her entrance, forcing pretty sounds out of her. “you want my fingers, max? want me to show you just how much better i csn fuck you than he can?” she nods, stuttering out quiet ‘yes’’ like it was a prayer. thats all you need before you sink your fingers into her needy cunt. her warmth welcomes you, greedily sucking your fingers in.
the moment you curl them, mac is letting out pretty sounds, much prettier than the ones she forced out for your attention. your cock strains in your shorts, growing harder at the feeling of her wrapped around your fingers.
you needed to feel her wrapped around your cock, you weren’t sure if you could wait long enough. her pretty noises, the way her walls squeezed your fingers tightly, you weren’t sure you’d be able to get her off without cumming in your boxers.
your fingers fuck in and out of her at a steady pace, your free hand finding its way under max’s large t-shirt. the second your fingers meet her nipples, you’re teasing her about her lack of bra, toying with the sensitive buds.
amber’s whines fill the space between you two, her hips bucking into your palm to further her pleasure. “just wanted you to use me,” she whispers quietly. “wanted you to fuck me so good, wanted your cock so bad. can i have it? pretty please?”
you nearly fucking came.
she sure new how to make you just as needy for her as she was for you. “gonna have to cum on my fingers first, max. gotta prove you can take my cock, can you do that?” max whines out at your denial.
“please? just want your cock, want you to fill me up,” her impatience would be the death of you and you were finding it increasingly difficult yo stand your ground.
“no, max. gotta cum on my fingers first.”
your fingers scissor in and out of her, thumb starting the rub gentle patterns against her clit. her walls pulse against your fingers as her orgasm approaches. max’s whines fill your shared living room, and you almost feel bad for your neighbors.
almost. not really though.
not when her cunts sucks you in deeper as her orgasm washes over you, her cum coating your fingers as it does. her forehead rests against your own as she attempts to catch her breath. you’re quick to break the moment, your cock begging for attention.
you snap the waistband of her panties again, rubbing the stinging skin gently. “off, now.” max hesitates for a moment, still trying go ride out her high. you smack the fat of her ass and max hisses, hips jerking against your cock. she rubs against it so perfectly, moans falling from both of your lips. “please,” you whimper out.
max is quick to stand, pulling her panties off her body. you do the same with your own, your clothing pooling around your ankles, your cock slapping against your stomach the second its free from the prison of your boxers. amber’s eyes widen at the length, hesitantly straddling your lap once more.
“what, don’t think you can take it?” max’s eyes widen and she shakes her head quickly.
“nono, i can take it. please, i can take it,” she pleads. you tap her hip, signaling for her to sit up. she does so and before you even have a chance, her hand is wrapping around your cock.
the pressure against your cock nearly has you breaking, but you have to hold off, you need to hold off. max positions your cock at her entrance, her warm cunt just barely out of reach. max sinks down slightly, the tip of your dick making contact with her soaked cunt.
you cant help the desperate whine that leaves your lips. it takes everything in you not to slam her down on your cock completely, your grip on her hips becoming bruisingly tight.
max slowly sinks down on your cock, her warm cunt welcoming you so effortlessly. it takes every bit of self control that you have to keep yourself from cumming.
she feels so fucking good wrapped around your dick. her cunt swallows you whole, her warmth around your cock sends a shiver down your spine, breathing labored. “fuck max.”
you give her a second, a second you need just as much as she does. moments pass until max is lifting herself off of your cock, sinking back down on it slowly. moans fall from both of your lips, the pleasure coursing through both of your systems.
“so fucking,” max hisses out, a moan cutting her off. “so fucking big,” your eyes move to where the two of you meet, watching as her greedy cunt sucks you in. you cant keep it in anymore, forcing her to pick up ner pace.
your guide her to ride your dick, her walls squeezing around you. her loud moans only spurred you on even further, your determination to fuck her better than he ever could being the only thing keeping you from cumming. you will fuck her better than he could ever imagine.
you pull her shirt off her tits, taking her hardened nipples into your mouth. max whines, tangling her fingers in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. your hands fell back to her hips, guiding her to ride your cock even faster, your thumb moving to rub tight circles against her pulsing clit.
“so good,” she whines out, moans falling from her lips. theyre so much better, so much more genuine than the ones you had listened to through the walls. “so fucking good.”
“yeah? better than him?” she nods, tugging your head to her neglected nipple. you cant help but smile at her affirmation, teeth grazing her nipples slightly.
she arches into you, desperate whines falling from her lips. you’re close, she’s close. “need you, fuck, need you to cum inside me, please,” her words are quiet, desperate plea. she says it like shes never needed something more in her life, and who were you to deny her.
“okay, okay,” you whisper against her tit. with the way max’s cunt squeezes around you, her filthy moans filling your ears, its not long before you’re unable to ward your orgasm off. “gonna cum now, max,” you whisper out. max nods, her own orgasm reaching its peak.
you’re orgasm washes over you, pumping her full of your cum, max’s own orgasm washing over her, milking your cock. her movements on your dick slow, the sound of her quiet whimpers as your dick twitches inside of her make you ready for another round.
“fucked you better than he ever could,” you mumble, guiding her hips to rock against your dick. “one more.”
warning: suggestive 18+ pls. sexual tension, drinking, drunk!max, r takes care of her
summary: you finally accept an invite from max
a/n: this is part two repress as requested. only took me like a year and a half to make a part two. enjoy !!
you weren’t sure what possessed you to accept max’s invite. maybe it was the way she looked at you with those big, brown eyes. maybe it was the way her bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly while she asked. or maybe it was the way you wanted to feel her weight on you, her hands holding your face so delicately again.
whatever your reasoning was, you found yourself 4 drinks in, max grinding her body against you in the large crowd of the club. your hands on her hips, one of hers loosely tangled in your hair. the feeling of her body pressed against yours, the grind of her ass against your front, it was so much, but god did you want more.
you ran your hands up and down her sides until you gained the confidence you needed to spin her around to face you. max’s eyes half lidded, a blush painting her cheeks, her lips parted as she took shallow breaths. she peers up at you, pupils blown, heat floods your body. she’s back to dancing almost immediately. your thigh slotted just barely between her own, foreheads resting against each other.
“why didn’t you come sooner?” she asks, voice barely audible over the loud music. you don’t answer, you wonder the same thing. then you feel her, feel her heat pressed against your thigh and you almost lose your composure. max’s eyes close tightly breath hitching as the two of you continue to dance. you can feel the heat in your cheeks and its almost as if everything around you has stopped, all you can focus on is max.
her fingers curl in your hair, tugging ever so slightly. your jaw clenches as you try not to make any sudden movements. max is basically grinding herself against your thigh, you brain nearly short circuiting. “i want another drink,” max whines, a pout forming on her lips.
“do you want me to go get you one?” max is quick to shake her head.
“no just stay here with me, i’ll be fine,” she finally opens her eyes, looking up at you with the same exact look that got you here in the first place.
a few hours passed and you found yourself helping max out of your shared uber and into your dorm. her arm slung around your shoulder, leaning into you as you navigated the halls. the second the door opens, max is forcing her way in, mumbling nonsense as you lock the door behind you, taking your shoes off.
by the time you turn around, max is stripped to nothing but her underwear, and even that she was trying to take off.
“woah, max, wait!”
she groans, head falling back, heels lazily kicked to the side. you pick up your shirt at the end of your bed. “here, let’s put this on, yeah?”
“wanna take my bra off,” she slurs, trying, and failing, to do so by herself.
“here, let’s me help you.” you stand behind her, brushing her hair over her shoulder, unclasping her bra and pulling the shirt over her head. max climbs into your bed the second you finish, laying her head down onto your pillow. “max, thats my bed, go get i to yours,” you try to argue, but max’s eyes are already closed.
“smells like you,” she mumbles.
“yeah, i know, it’s my bed,” you try to argue, but it doesnt work. max is far too drunk for you to try snd reason with. you shake your head, letting out a sigh, before looking around, trying to find her makeup remover. by the time you find it, max is almost asleep. you try your best to be gentle, not wanting to wake her up. you drag the cotton pad across her face, removing the most you can before getting another.
“you’re so sweet,” she mumbles out, raising her hand to drag her fingers across your wrists. you t try not to flush at the compliment, but its not use. max opens her eyes, innocence hidden in them. “lay with me, please?”
“the bed’s to small max, someone’s gonna fall off and it’s probably me.” max just pouts.
“please?”
a moment passes before you’re able to force out a response.
“fine, but if i fall off, i’m blaming you.” max just smiles, pushing herself against the wall to let you climb in beside her. the second you’re settled in, max is adjusting you, lifting your arm up and nesting into your side. her leg draped across your own, head against your chest, and her hand curled into your shirt like she’s scared you’ll leave.
a few minutes pass, the only thing heard is the sound of you two breathing. finally, max breaks the silence. “thank you,” she slurs out.
“you’re welcome.”
max lifts her head up, looking at you. “you’re so sweet, you know that? and you’re so pretty and so nice and you take such good care of me and-“
“max,” you interrupt her drunken slur of words.
“hmm?” her head tilts slightly.
“you’re cute,” you mumble. max just smiles, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek, before nuzzling back into your side.
yo request for milf!max who can't seem to get her mind off of her one night stand
smut. 18+ pls.
milf!max who thinks about you all the time. she thinks of the night she met you in some bar. she thinks about the way you talked to her so casually, the way you had her all worked up and you hadnt even said anything to her. maybe it was because she hadnt felt good in what felt like years, maybe it had been years. no one had made her cum in years, and doing it herself just wasnt enough anymore.
milf!max who thinks about the way your fingers looked when you slid her a drink. she thinks about the way they felt against her hips, the way they felt inside of her, curling and scissoring, the way they felt when they teased her nipples. the way they felt on her tongue when you made her clean them off.
milf!max who thinks about the fact that you didnt just make her cum once, you made her cum until she lost count and had to beg you to stop. she thinks about the way you kept repeating “just one more, yeah?” every single time.
milf!max who thinks about the way your mouth felt on her. on her skin, on her nipples, on her cunt. she thinks about it all the time. she thinks about it when shes cooking, she thinks about it before she falls asleep, she cant stop thinking about your mouth, your tongue, how good it felt all over her.
milf!max who secretly hopes she runs into you again. she looks for you everywhere you go. she knew nothing about you, how the fuck was she supposed to find you?
milf!max who shows up to the same bar you found her in, in hopes she’d find you. she sits by the bar, nursing one drink, until she feels a hand on her hip. she’s quick to say “im not interested,” and she hears your familiar voice.
“no? what a shame, was really hoping i could get your number this time.”
her being so tired and looking so pretty, working you up and she doesn't even know it. you spooning her and feeling her shift closer to you until her ass is pressed against your crotch. she didn't mean to get you so worked up, you just couldn't help it.
your hand sneaking under her shirt to grope her tits, she lets out a whine at the feeling, shifting in your hold. "baby," she whines out under her breath.
"hm?" you act innocent, like you didn't know that your actions were anything other than completely innocent. you take her nipples between your fingertips, rolling and pinching them until she's a whiny mess in your hold, begging you to touch her where she needs it so desperately.
you trail your hand down her body until you reach her lace underwear, teasing the pretty patterned fabric. her hips roll against nothing, a quiet “please” falling from her lips.
“please what?” she whines, you know what she wants, you just want to hear her say it.
“fuck me, please,” she whispers out. who are you not to listen to her? you push your hand into her underwear, immediately met with her warm, soaked cunt. she whines the minute your fingers run through her folds. “fuck,” she huffs out, bucking her hips into your hand.
“yeah?”
“mhmm.” your fingers tease her clit for a moment before they travel down to her entrance, teasing it. she whines, you know she’s had enough of your teasing touches, but you just love how desperate she gets for you. you sink a finger into her and she pushes her ass closer to your front.
you fuck into her slowly, your palm gently nudging against her clit. its not enough for her to get off but its enough to work her up the point where shes begging you to fuck her properly.
her hands were shaky as she tried to focus the camera on your face between her thighs, moans filling up the room. “pleasepleaseplease” she mumbles, your look up at her, your tongue circling her clit. you smile at the sight of her trying her best to record you, but as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm, she cant help but to let the phone fall from her hand. you pull away, tsking.
“oh come on max, thought you wanted to record?” she’d whine at the loss of your tongue on her aching cunt. you sat up, cradling her cheek in your hand.
“nonono, please, i was so close, please, keep going i need you s’bad,” she whines out desperately, turning her face into your hold to press a kiss against your palm. you’d pick the phone up from where max had dropped it, turning the camera to face her.
you make sure her body was in the frame before pulling your hand away from her face. you trace your fingers over her body, before swiping them between her soaked folds. you bring your fingers up to the camera, spreading them to show just how wet she was.
“look at how wet you are, max,” you mumble, tilting the camera up to max’s face. she whines in embarrassment, bringing her arms up to cover her face. you smile, tugging her arms away from her face. “dont be shy now, max,” you mumble, returning your focus back to her needy cunt.
you sink two fingers into her cunt, watching the way her hole sucks you in greedily through the phone screen. max lets out a loud moan when your fingers curl, hitting the spot you know so well. you pick up your pace, thumbing her clit as you do so.
“look at you max, so needy, hmm?” she whines, hips jerking up into your hand. its not long before she’s cumming, her fingers gripping the sheets, hips jerking as she comes down from high. you stop recording, setting the phone down on max’s chest. “for later, right?”
teasing her the entire night. your hand gentle on her thigh, rubbing and teasing the skin, loving the way her thighs squeezed together when your fingers traveled higher up her thigh, gently grazing her clothed cunt.
she has enough of it and drags you into the bathroom with her. you have her up against the sink, lips meeting her own as if you were trying to get as much of her as possible. your hands find their way into her underwear, swiping your fingers through her soaked folds. her lips find your neck, mouth sucking deep marks into the skin. everyone at your table is bound to find out what happened between the two of you.
your drop to your knees, pulling her soaked underwear down. you leave hickeys all across her pale thighs, the angry redish purple marks standing out. your mouth finally meets her cunt and shes groaning out at the feeling, fingers tangling in your hair.
by the time you two finish, its obvious what went down between the two of you. there had been multiple knocks at the locked door. your hair was a mess, max’s clothes were wrinkled, your neck littered with marks that matched the ones on max’s thighs. you lead her out of the bathroom, throwing cash on the table before dragging max out.
ok, so everyone’s freaking out abt bunny amber, but what about bunny max??
im creaming.
BUNNY. MAX.
smut. 18+ pls.
do not repost for any reason.
bunny!amber’s sex drive was crazy but bunny!max’s is even crazier. she will not let you go to bed until you’ve made her cum multiple times, she will not let you get out of bed until you’ve made her cum multiple times, hell even when you’re getting ready for the day, she begs you “just one more.” its NEVER just one more.
it gets to the point where you’re having her strap warm you while you work from home. she’s whining in your ear, begging you to touch her and you keep telling her to stay still. “only good bunnies get to cum, are you going to be a good bunny for me?” she’ll nod so quickly, tail twitching at your words. of course she wants to be your good bunny, she needs to be your good bunny, she wants to hear your praises so badly.
so she stays as still as she can, scared that if she moves she’ll moan a little too loud and pry your attention from your work, scolding her for being a bad bunny. but as time passes, she finds it increasingly difficult to keep her hips still. she’s grinding against your strap buried so deeply in her. she thinks she’s slick, getting away with it, but you notice. you would’ve scolded her if she wasn’t so cute, her head buried in your neck, trying her best not to latch onto the skin. her ears were twitching against the side of your face, the soft fur distracting you.
you’re sure to reward her extra well with how well she behaved for you. showering her with praises, telling her how she was your good little bunny. she cums the second you finally touch her, it was a small touch, you hand holding her hip, thumb barely grazing over her clit as your ground yourself deeper into her.
thats just if she’s as good as she can be for you. if she disobeys you, you’re making sure she doesn’t cum at all. abusing her pretty little clit with a vibrator, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm and snatching it away the moment it almost hits her. she’s whining, begging you for some sort of relief, but you don’t give it to her. she goes to bed so horny, so worked up, many orgasm ripped away from her. she grinds against you in her sleep, and even then you’re tearing her orgasm from her.
in the morning, she’s even more desperate than the night before, a very stick mess between her thighs the second she wakes up. she wants to disobey you again, she wants to touch herself, she wants to ride your thigh until she cums, but she doesn’t. she knows the consequences, she couldn’t take another torturous night of her not being allowed to cum.
you leave her needy all day, her desperate pleas falling deaf on your ears. it wasn’t until she was sat in your lap, nose twitching slightly, eyes watering with tears, ears drooped low. “please, baby. i need you so bad, i need to cum so bad, please.” her tears nearly fall from her eyes, but you’re quick to wipe them away.
you couldn’t keep torturing your little bunny anymore. you give in, fucking her roughly until shes begging you to stop, far too overstimulated to keep going. but you tell her she can take it, she was begging for it earlier, one more wouldn’t hurt.
