Hi can you write an MJF x reader where reader is MJF wife and is sitting at the barricade at Double or nothing where he returns and mentions how he isn’t leaving AEW?
I’m so happy that MJF is back!!!
Double or Nothing
MJF x Wife Reader
MJF Masterlist Main Masterlist
It didn’t matter how many times I’d been fortunate enough to experience Max’s returns ringside. Every return was bigger and better than the last. It has been five months since I last found myself in this position. 5 months ago I sat in this exact spot cheering on my husband against his match with Joe at World’s End. I know that match didn’t end the way we wanted but that just meant his return would be ungodly. I watched Adam Cole enter the ring, devil mask in hand. It didn’t matter what he was saying, it would soon mean nothing. I couldn't help the nervous feeling in my stomach, I was internally counting down the seconds until the lights went out and the devil came home. As if on cue the lights went out. I watched Adam Cole frantically pace around the ring waiting to get jumped and yet nothing happened. Just then the video package played on the screens. I could sense the confusion in the fans. Some chanted his name while others questioned who was filming the video. It was obvious the hands were one of a female. I was the one that helped Max film it, we just had to throw them off just a bit. Just then my focus from the screen was broken when a fan yelled “Wait isn’t that MJF’s Wife!” Fuck, I got caught. I tried my best to ignore the comment as I awaited his entrance theme to play on the speakers. I thought the pop was big when Max returned at All Out back in 2022 but this was nothing in comparison. The crowd went crazy as Max made his way to the ring, ready to kill Adam Cole. For a moment it was as if Max would reunite with Cole but of course, that was false. For the past 5 months, Max hated how he allowed himself to get soft, he hated that he trusted someone other than me. Max was out for revenge. For a moment in time, some thought we would never see MJF in AEW again but AEW was his home. The other company would ruin him. Maxwell Jacob Friedman is NOT a PG guy. I couldn't help the smile on my face, he was home. The people loved him, they needed him. I can’t wait to see where this next adventure takes us.
★ Pairings: cody rhodes x fem!reader, mjf x fem!reader (this is a oneshot but could turn into a full poly fanfic if i ever get the motivation to do so)
★ Warnings: swearing, smut, haven’t read over, angry cody grr, quickish writing of smut cos idk how to do shit in detail
★ Word count: 2161
Cody was going to do it. He was going to finally confess his feelings towards you. He had your favourite flowers in hand, feeling as confident as ever. You had been the perfect pair recently with random selected mixed tag teams tournament, and just the instant connection you two had outside of work.
He got to the door of your locker room and heard laughter coming from inside. One was obviously you but the other it was...
Oh, of course it was him..
Maxwell fucking Jacob Friedman.
Cody’s good mood dimmed he was going to lose you, if not already lost to that big dumb idiot. He didn’t really think of MJF this way, they were actually pretty great buds. The wave over jealously just quickly took over. He leaned in closer to try and hear what they were saying, but in the process he knocked his head on the door, causing Y/N and MJF to jump a bit before Y/N called out “It’s unlocked come in!!”
Cody quickly threw the flowers to the side trying to hide them, he didn’t want to walk in there with flowers if there was something going on between you two and MJF makes a fool out of Cody. Cody hesitantly open the door and walked in, putting on his best fake charming smile ever.
“Hey Y/N! … Maxwell” Cody said slyly. “Y/n I was wondering if you would like to go out for dinner after the show is finished?” He asked casually, trying not to pay attention to MJF staring deeply into his soul.
Y/N sighed. “Cody i’d love to but,” she looked to Maxwell briefly before turning back to Cody, “i’ve already got some plans.”
MJF smirked and Y/N slightly hit him.
“Oh. Oh yeah that’s fine. It was just a little offer you know, I know you’re a busy person. I’ll catch you around later, you too MJF.” Cody backed to the door closing it quickly and kicking the flowers he had dropped earlier.
“Fuck, you stupid fucking idiot fuck.” He said under his breath in an angry tone. He wanted you so fucking bad but he lost you to that clown. That ugly loud talking clown with a shit show of a fake tan.
He stormed out of the building, everyone looking in his direction, Kenny Omega chased after Cody briefly saying “Hey man you all good? what happened?” But Cody left him in the dust and Kenny easily gave up. Angry Cody was not someone to annoying any further. Heading towards his car, everything was so overwhelming, stressful, he felt like he was going to cry. He wanted the dream girl, but unfortunately his luck wasn’t on his side today.
Cody got in his car, throwing himself in angrily and started driving to his hotel. ‘I hate that stupid mother fucker.’ He mumbled under his breath.
He arrived at his hotel room. He slammed the door shut, taking off his jacket and tossing it to the side.
Reaching into his pocket, pulling out one of your flowers he was going to give you earlier. ‘Can’t believe I was going to give these to her, she probably thinks a gift of flowers would be pathetic.’
He crumpled the flower up and tossed it across the room. Leaving a stain on the wall he threw it at.
He walked over to the fridge to get out a beer, yeah alone drinking was pretty fucking sad but he didn’t care he had to suppress the emotions.
Grabbing the bottle he walked over to the couch, sinking down into it and looking at the TV screen. All this pent up anger and frustration over the past few hours, he thought maybe a drink or three could make him feel better.
Grabbing the can of beer in hand he took a long swig from it, then suddenly a phone rang he picked it up without even looking to see who was calling him.
“Hello?” he said gruffly.
“Hey it’s me! I heard you left the building pretty quick, I’m a bit worried, are you at the hotel?” Y/N asked. “Yeah just now” He answered with no emotion. Y/N ignored his tone and said “I’m coming right now, MJF too.”
Cody remained silent. She kept the phone on, expecting conversation, since she loved her and Cody’s chats. but he said noting the whole time and listened to her and Maxwell make tiny pathetic conversation as she drove over. “I’m almost here, i’ll knock twice and you have five seconds to let me in.” She jokingly said as she hung up the phone.
Cody sighed, turning off the TV and sat there on the couch feeling lonely, miserable, and useless. He thoughts started to wonder. The many amounts of alcohol getting to his brain. What would you be like in bed. What would MJF be like. Has you and Max already had sex. Did you give MJF the best blowjob of his life. Could Cody be able to experience that one day, hope in the near future. Have you got kinks, Cody sure as hell did, and just by looking at Max you could tell he does too.
Would you let Cody tie you up, and dominate you in every way possible? Would you allow him to spank your ass until you cried for more? Would you allow him and MJF to absolutely destroy the fuck out of you.
Cody finished his beer and threw it away, peeping down at his newly formed boner. “Fuck” he groaned.
He pulled his pants down a little so that he could access to his erection and stroke it slowly. He reached over to the table and grabbed another beer can, slamming it down onto the counter. Grabbing his dick again, wrapping his fingers around it, completely forgetting that you and MJF were going to appear at his hotel door in any minute. He breathed out a shuttered breath and imagined you, he needed you, your name came out of his mouth in whispers. He imagined your tight pussy clenching down on his dick and every thrust, he was right in the moment when he was interrupted by banging on his door.
Banging on his door harder and harder. “CMON CODY MANN” MJF practically yelled. “YEAHH We want to go clubbing it’s been a long day!!” You half sung. Cody stopped what he was doing, and just stared at the door running to the bathroom to quickly finish. That’s when MJF busted through the door yelling “HELLO! Oh shit, bro your whole dick is out. Shit it might even be bigger than mine.”
Cody was so out of it he just stared at Maxwell, not giving a shit about the situation.
Y/N stumbled in the room, “Max you can’t just break a door like that what the he-“ You stared at Cody your eyes slowly drifted down and landed on the holy penis. You blushed and looked away. “Sorry Codes- didn’t know you were busy…”
Cody finally covered up, looking between MJF and you, he smiled. The alcohol making him feel oddly confident
“Are you two a thing? Because I was going to ask pretty little Y/N out today but I stumbled upon this- this- little fucking thing going on. So I stormed out to my car drove here, thought about some pretty hot things, and since i’m still hard I’d like to finish off the fucking job alright?” Cody walked towards the bedroom not looking back. It was a need, it was normal.
“No Cody we aren’t a thing,” you called after him. “I was actually talking to Max for ideas on how I was going to ask you out.” You said shyly.
Cody slowly turned and you gave him a smile and Max nodded.
Cody looked like a puppy, his eyes gleamed with hope, but they tuned, turned to lust.
“You asking me out doesn’t solve the erection problem though, does it sweetheart?”
Cody looked to MJF and smirked and nodded his head to your. Max smirked back and licked his lips, his hand graced your back and pushed you into the bedroom with Cody.
Shit. You were going to have a threesome with the 2 most arguably hottest people you know and it got you so unbelievably wet. MJF shut the door behind you. and walked beside Cody.
You stood in front of them, Cody’s cock waving at you from his boxers, it’s tip dark red, with veins, big enough to put your thumb through if you wanted to. He let out a needy grunt as you reached out and started stroking him. It grew to full mast instantly again. MJF stepped up behind you removing your clothes and started to play with your breasts, rolling the nipples, and sucking your neck, leading to you letting out a soft moan, which could get anyone hard instantly.
You looked to MJF, who had removed his shirt and pants, revealing his thick uncut dick, that is only slightly darker than Cody’s, even with his pubic hair that covered it, it’s thickness was visible when it was standing straight up. He smiled as you pulled Cody into you and slid onto his cock. As he entered your body, you moaned louder and started riding him harder, Cody moaned as well.
Then MJF wrapped his arms around your waist and began to thrust into you as well, both of their cocks sliding easily into your tight pussy, stretching you until you start crying out. You couldn’t take anymore, MJF slammed into you , pulling out and ramming himself back inside of you, over and over until you could feel yourself nearing your orgasm, while Cody was maintaining his quick pace, you moaned loudly and leaned forward onto Cody’s chest and began humping him faster.
Cody’s and Max’s hands were roaming all over your body, their mouths sucking at any place they could. You were a moaning mess and you couldn’t help it. It was better than you ever expected.
“Oh god y/n, I need to cum inside of you” Cody whispered in your ear. “Me too, fuck you’re so perfect, you’re ours” MJF groaned. Cody hummed in agreement. “We should do some sort of baby roulette, both cum, get her preggo, see who the child is.” MJF suggested becoming breathless. Your teary eyes opened wide, so fucking weird, but it surprisingly turned you on more.
You’ve never felt this way before, it felt good. You looked to MJF then Cody, they both had such huge smiles on their faces both thinking about the baby idea going through the pros and cons. They fucked you until you came twice, your walls clenched around their cocks, their moans were matching each other’s and they eventually came as well. You laid on top of Cody’s chest, as MJF was laying on top of you partially squished you, but you didn’t mind you felt safe both of them panting as they held you close.
“Wow, guys,” you exhaled. “That was intense. You guys really are amazing.” MJF laughed and nodded his head. “Yeah.” Cody agreed planting a big loving kiss on your forehead, MJF doing the same on the back of your head.
It was nice and warm laying in between the two guys, but eventually MJF got up and you groaned at the loss of warmth and snuggled deeper into Cody while he rubbed circles around your back.
MJF got a towel and started cleaning the mess you guys had created, you looked up and smiled, him smiling back.
“So about the baby roulette thing..” He said proudly, but you just shooted daggers at him. Cody was kissing your neck, but you could feel him smirking.
“Ok, haha, plan b it is, I will get it for you beauty” MJF awkwardly laughed.
“It’s okay, I’ll get it.” You got up off of Cody, but that was a mistake as you plummeted to the ground groaning in pain. “Second thought, yeah you go get it.” The boys laughed, and you let out a small giggled but quickly stopped.
“FUCK I HAVE A MATCH TOMORROW GUYS.” The boys kept on laughing. “ITS NOT FUCKING FUNNY YOU CUNTS, SHIT.”
Cody picked you up and placed you on the bed. Both boys sitting on either side of you, both laying a hand onto your thighs, and rubbing up and down coming extremely close to your area.
“Don’t worry sweet, we’re all calling in sick tomorrow.” Cody winked to you, and MJF slowly lifted his hand up from your thigh, grazing his hand ever so slightly over your pussy making you jump a little.
Pairing: MJF x Fem Reader
Summary: Based this fic off a prompt I saw online:
"You may have walked her home, but I'm the reason why she was walking funny."
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, slight degradtion, swearing)
Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)
Word Count: 3428
Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234
I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:
“I’m so glad that you could come out tonight,” Brian smiled bright, a pretty smile on his face, but my eyes couldn’t help but look over his shoulder.
When I accepted his invitation to come out with some friends tonight, this was the last thing I expected to happen. Don’t get me wrong, Brian was truly a nice guy but there was another man in my life who always caught my attention, my eyes unable to look away when MJF walked through the door.
It always fascinated me how even in a crowded place, our gazes locked and Max, he could never control his facial expressions, clearly not a fan of Brian being next to me.
I quickly played it off, smiling to Brian:
“Couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
The atmosphere changed all around me and no matter what I tried to do, who I talked to, my eyes kept drifting and landing right on Max. I was afraid that it was a little too obvious, but I couldn’t control it, grabbing my drink and taking a bigger sip of it, feeling my phone vibrate:
[Him? Really?]
Of course, Max wouldn’t make it any easier, straight up texting me and making his disapproval known. If that wasn’t enough, when I glanced over the crowd in the club, it was easy to spot Max, looking up front his phone, not trying to make direct eye contact, but I knew he was watching.
When I turned, I noticed Brian was chatting with the group of friends that tagged along, looking to my phone to see another text:
[How much longer are you gonna stay over there with those losers?]
Max had me down to my last straw already, having me turn to Brian, patting his hand:
“Hey, I’m gonna run to the ladies room.”
“Alright,” He smiled, “I’ll be right here when you come back.”
Whenever I stood up, looking in Max’s direction, it was like he read my mind and headed toward the bathrooms. It was a good thing I actually didn’t have to go, the line was ridiculously long and as soon as I turned the corner, out of everyone’s sight, I felt someone take my hand.
I instantly squealed when Max took my hand, pulling me into his arms and pulled me into a room, tongue about down my throat when he kissed me into the closing door.
“You dressed up all sexy for me?” He kissed, biting my lower lip with his hands sliding up my dress.
“I didn’t even know you’d be here,” I chuckled, “But now that you are-“
“Don’t you lie,” He interrupted, feeling all over my ass and taking two handfuls. “You only dress up like this for me.”
“Maybe you were on my mind when I was picking out my outfit,” I toyed, rolling my tongue into our kiss then humming at the feeling of his fingers between my thighs, teasing my already soaked cunt.
“Must have been with you being this wet already,” He loved, teasing some more and I dished that right back, grinding against his bulge:
“Don’t act like I don’t get you worked up easy. You’re as hard as a rock right now.”
“Just for that,” He growled, pulling my panties to the side then freeing his cock from his pants, “I’m going to return you to those loser in a complete mess.”
“You think you’re going to mess me up?”
“Think?” He snickered, turning me around, pressing my head into the door, growling in my ear, “I will.”
“Won’t believe it till-“ I tried to snap back, but whined hard at his cock splitting me wide, needing to reposition myself because of my heels, back arching slightly when my hips couldn’t help but roll back toward him.
“Aww, you wanna throw it back for me?” His hand planted firm on my ass, perking up with a moan at the feeling, rocking back to see what it would earn me, turning my head to smile:
“You know you enjoy the view every time.”
My jaw dropped when he yanked my head back by the roots of my hair, spanking me into a rough thrust, feeding me every inch of his cock and slamming right into my sweet spot.
“And you just enjoy being a dirty little bitch, huh?” He spat, making sure I’d respond with moans rather than words, sweet spot being pummeled so hard that I started to slip in my heels.
I slapped the door hard when I was yanked back into place by hair, the burn in my legs creating uncontrollable jerks, the tightness in
my core making my back arch harder, biting my lip and blurting out:
“F-F-Fucking christ, Max!”
“You thought I was playing when I said I was going to mess you up?” He pressed against the door, pulling my head back further to kiss me hard, bites along my jaw up to my ear, hips pinned to my ass and reverting back his beastly roughness and speed, “Hope you have fun trying to walk in those heels when I’m done.”
“Max, just-“ I nearly cried, the coil in my core so tight I was ready to hunch over, but his cock kept fucking me straight into the door.
“Max just, what?” He mocked, handle traveling around to my throat, his other finding my clit and rolling it between two fingers, having me whining even harder and louder, body trying to curl from the overloaded nerves and his cock thrust me up again.
“Just make me cum already, fuck!” I cried, the burning nerves pushing me to a few tears, now on spaghetti legs.
“What are you waiting for?” A groan rumbled in his chest, full force in his hips, having me scream when I felt all of his cock go up and smack my cervix, “Am I not fucking you good enough, huh?!”
“You are! I’m cuming, Max! Oh dear go-“ The air in my lungs was stolen from me, eyes shut tight and seeing flashing lights and drunk off the feeling of cuming so hard, thighs soaked, whole body covered in goosebumps and quivering.
There were chuckles in his pants, looking in the corner of my eye to find his sinful smirk, admiring the mess he made of me, till our attention was diverted to the noise of vibrating. I had put my phone in my bra, pulling it out to see Brian messaging me.
“That fucking loser,” Max’s eyes rolled with annoyance, mine no better when I sighed:
“Looks like you and I have to split for the night.”
“Only thing split here is you,” He joked, spanking me softly.
That did earn a small laugh from me, trying to hide the struggle of standing when I fixed my panties and dress, fixing my hair down with my hands, learning how much of a mess I truly was.
“When that loser’s finally gone,” Max kissed on my cheek, “You’ll know where to find me.”
Max went ahead and walked out then my turn came and it was a challenge. My legs were shaking so bad, feet aching from standing in heels and taking that round like I did, fighting through whines, aches, I was nearly panting by the time I made it back to my group with Brian.
“Hey you good?” Brian turned to find me, obviously curious as to what took me so long.
“That line in the ladies room was insane,” I huffed, sitting for a moment, having to ignore the slight ache between my thighs “My feet are killing me from these heels.”
“Just sit for a bit and relax them,” Brian tried to comfort me, but the longer I sat there, the more it felt like my body was going to break down on me.
“I really hate to do this, but I’m not feeling so hot. I think I’m going to head home,” I sighed, looking at the time and getting ready to stand till Brian placed his hand on top of mine:
“You walked here so let me walk you back. It’s getting late and I don’t want you going alone.”
I did appreciate his kindness, but I was trying to get away from him! Something in me couldn’t turn it down, nodding to him and quickly standing up to get out of there. The walk back to my townhouse wasn’t a long one, but it felt like the longest walk I’ve ever taken.
Walking slow didn’t help, a quicker pace made it worse, the shaking was still so bad and hard to hide; I even stumbled a little.
“Man those heels did a number on you, huh?” Brian noticed, chuckling a little when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, keeping me close and still.
“Heels can be either your best friend or your worst enemy,” I laughed trying to play it all off, Brian even laughing along:
“Seems like they’re your enemy tonight.”
The sight of my front door was the biggest relief, heading up the few stairs to put the key in:
“Thank you for walking me back home, Brian. I appreciate it.”
“Never a problem,” He smiled, taking the first two steps, “You go ahead and take care of yourself and get some sleep.”
My heart stopped in my chest when I
noticed his body language, a kiss heading my way, but I quickly moved my head and kissed his cheek just to deny a full blown kiss the best I could, quietly cooing:
“Goodnight, Brian.”
I tried to make it look casual, but I about bolted into my house, back against the door when I locked it, taking a few deep breaths and feeling my phone again.
[You left? Surprised you even made it out tbh]
Max was always such a smart ass and with my anxious racing heart, I simply replied:
[Fuck you, Max]
[Um, already did. That’s why you couldn’t walk]
[I can’t with you]
I got a small kick from his comeback, but I was ready to call it a night. Thankful that I had the night and a whole day to rest till it was time for Rampage.
----
When it was time for Rampage, I had only talked to Max a few times during that free day, Brian not even crossing my mind really. I had a big match up and I was focused on that more than anything. I’d been dying to get my hands on Leyla Hirsch and on Rampage, I got exactly what I wanted and then some.
Right after picking up the victory, I hadn’t felt so good, but needing a drink. So, I swung past catering while heading backstage, taking a water and a small snack, ready to head to the locker room till I heard:
“Y/N! You killed it out there!”
Brian had the brightest smile on his face and came over to hug me. I didn’t mind giving him a small hug, in disbelief when I noticed I was caught in the same situation. Max walked right in when my head was over Brian’s shoulder and when our eyes clicked, he was not happy.
Max could always play it off like nothing, but I could just see it in his eyes. I had never gotten so nervous when Brian looked back to see what I was staring at, Max head turning in a flash but Brian noticed.
My heart was pounding, the tension between them rising because it was quite obvious that they didn’t like one another. Max could feel Brian staring and Brian could just tell Max was looking in our direction.
“Is there are problem here?” Max scoffed, hand on his hip after fixing his scarf, “I know you’re staring at me.”
“You know, I noticed the same thing at the club,” Brian pointed out and my heart instantly dropped, frozen in time when Brian walked right up to Max, “You are just always eyeballing her, but let me break you the bad news, Maxy. An amazing girl like Y/N would never fall for you.”
Brian had a different idea in mind, but Max was ready to break even more devastating news, laughing at Brian:
“Oh yeah? Let me tell you something Bry-guy-“
No one never knew what slick comment would comment would come out of Max’s mouth but every knew it was going to be something rude and brutal, his words more brutal than anything when Max got right in Brian’s face and smirked:
“You may have walked her home that night, but I’m the reason why she was walking funny.”
I was sure my jaw was on the floor. I had never seen Brian so pissed, going nose to nose with Max:
“The nerve of your rude ass.”
All the guys in catering began to split them up and of course, Max had to add to it:
“Wanna see the messages? I’ve been tapping that ass for a minute, jabroni!”
With Brian’s back turned, I left. Shock wasn’t the word to describe how I was feeling. Before anyone could notice or spot me, I slipped into my locker room so I could freak out in peace; that piece not lasting very long with knocking on my door shortly after.
“I can’t believe that you just said that,” I gasped when I found Max and he found it hysterical:
“Did you see his face?! Fucking funny as hell!”
He truly found it hilarious, walking laughing and I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t. Something so contagious about Max that made my innocence disappear. My silence appeared to be concerning, Max turning to me and sighing:
“Okay, you’re upset? Go on, tell me how I shouldn’t have done that, how-“
He was too quick to assume that I was upset and was stunned when I cooed:
“What is it about you that drives me crazy?”
I took him by the face, kissing him hard and his body took a moment to respond, but he melted right in, smiling and
chuckling:
“Giving you all that dick has you wanting me more hm?”
“Mhm,” I hummed, kissing him more, “And I won’t lie, I’m happy that you got him to fuck off.”
That made him laugh a little, voice growing a bit deep when he kissed:
“He’s just mad because I’m the one fucking you.”
“Don’t want it to be anyone else,” I kissed back and like always, giving into my temptations, “Want to piss him off more? I’m sure he’ll come around so lets give him something to hear.”
“If you want me to fuck your brains out again, that’s all you have to say,” He toyed, needing to be fired up a little more, so that’s exactly what I did.
I got to return the favor from the night at the club, pushing him up against the door, kiss full of tongue, knee rising between his thighs and nuzzling his bulge, biting his lower lip:
“You know, one of these days you’re going to be the one who gets messed up.”
“Is that right?” He laughed, taking my bottoms by the sides and raising them up even higher to reveal my ass, spanking me hard and growling, “Better watch who you’re talking to like that.”
“Awe does that make you feel less manly or something?” I kept messing with, “What are you going to do about it?”
“I see what you’re doing,” He pointed out, then shrugging his shoulder, “I’m still going to put you in your place.”
I squealed at another strong spank, being pulled to the couch by my bottoms, Max basically ripping them off of me then throwing me to the couch:
“Hope you have extra gear.”
He always found a way to make it all about himself and his dominance, my top being ripped off, the wind from his body chilly, making my nipples harden and I was ready to drool while watch him strip out of his suit.
“Look at you,” Max breathed deep, hand latching around my throat with a grip, “Don’t even have anything to-“
“Thought you were going to fuck my brains out? Not talk,” I whispered, smiling when he squeezed harder, eyes already rolling when his cocked slammed right into me, balls deep and hitting my deepest point.
I wanted to moan, but his grip wouldn’t allow me to properly, air stuck in my chest and making me a bit light headed.
“You want your brains fucked out, huh?” He growled, grip not loosening even while quickening his hips, cock bottoming me out every other thrust, “Gonna rearrange your insides while I’m at it!”
“M-Max,” I got out with a raspy moan, a smile still on my face when my eyes closed, taking the time to enjoy the pleasure meanwhile my lightheadedness grew, but he wanted me to feel every bit, letting go and hold me by the jaw and chin.
“Can’t handle a little roughness, Y/N?” He laughed, but bit his lip and worked even harder when I shook my head, sinfully moaning:
“That’s how I like it, baby! That’s how I fucking like it!”
“And for some reason, I give you what you want,” His head shook with a chuckle, hips still thrusting and rolling quicker than ever, not second thoughts of slowing down, only wanting more when we both felt my walls tighten around him like a glove, pulsating along with my body trying to curl.
“Fuck me up, again Max! I’m soooo c-close,” I about choked, hips beginning to buckle and jerk, words trying to form just for them to end up being wicked moans and babbles, unable to think with so much pleasure taking over my being.
“I don’t know,” He teased, slowing down just a little, “I haven’t forgotten about those smart ass comments of yours.”
“You’re one to talk!” I whined, “Please, Max! I know you can feel it.”
“You’re so fucking lucky I like that feeling,” He huffed, reverting back to his fast pace, making it more wicked than before, a few of those thrusts sending me spiraling and twirling me undone.
My hands shot up to grab the back of the couch, back arching hard, gushing all around him and making me whine sharply:
“Max, oh my god aah!”
“Got fuc-“ He began, biting his lip hard, having to pull out quick and shooting all over my chest, still laughing at me despite his panting, cock sliding between my breasts when my body went limp, sliding off the couch a little.
“Oh no,” He played, “Think I actually did
fuck your brains out!”
I didn’t even bother to play along, nodding my head seriously, “I’m sure no one on this earth can fuck me that damn good.”
“Well duh,” He scoffed playfully, leaning down to kiss me, “It’s a no brainer.”
i do the thing, i do not say sorry for the thing. i couldnt resist using the nickname of kitten
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‘Only You’
MJF (Max) x fem!reader
^the pinnacle decided to go to a bar one night. little did they know, their leader has a soft spot for one certain girl^
- just letting everyone know; im high as i write this
- ‘the other side’ from the greatest showman; max doing zac efron’s parts, reader doing hugh jackman’s parts
- cash wheeler (daniel), dax harwood (david), shawn spears (ronnie)
- vortex is another life is strange reference bc i have zero creativity
- Y/N/N - your nickname
- ‘donna headcanons shit’
Y/N POV:
Normally, I wasn’t one to join the guys of The Pinnacle when they went out to bars or clubs; but when Ronnie mentioned a certain bar, I knew I had to go! Vortex wasn’t any other bar: it was a karaoke bar. “Y/N, you never go out with us. Why now?” Daniel asked me as I fixed my earrings. I knew I couldn’t tell him so, “Just wanted to try something different.” I grabbed my purse and we met the others in the lobby. Max immediately glued himself to my side per usual. Since joining the group, I had grown closest to him. As tacky as it sounds, I got to know the real him. Under the fancy suits, weird scarf, arrogance, and downright mean persona; there was a sweet, gentle, quite shy man. We would have our secret meetings of just the two of us. Making dinner together, movie marathons, cuddles with Piper; but what I wanted most was for it to be more than secret. Truth be told, I had fallen madly in love with him.
We had made it to the bar and got situated with drinks. As soon as a woman I assumed was the DJ said the mic was open for karaoke, all four men looked at me. “Y/N/N, did you only come because it was a karaoke bar?” David asked. “Mayybee?” Ronnie cut in, “It’s not so bad. We can hear some drunk people try to sing.” I looked over the little book on the table of the songs you could perform. My eyes saw one of Max and I’s favorites. “Maxie look! Please can we sing it?” He looked at where I was pointing, “Not here. You know I don’t do that in front of anyone else but you.” I gave him my begging eyes and it was only a matter of time before he cracked. The reason he didn’t sing in front of people wasn’t to keep up his image; it was because of how he was picked on for it. When we got to a certain point in our friendship, he opened up about it.
Two hours had passed and Max leaned over to whisper in my ear, “One song, kitten.” I turned to him excitedly and kissed his cheek. I got up to tell the DJ what song we were going to sing and Max came up behind me. “Ready?” “Always when I sing with you.” The song started and we sang it like we did a million times before. Though the song wasn’t romantic, Max’s charm had me hooked. From where I was standing, I saw Daniel filming us. When we reached the end of the song where the chorus was sung together, Max grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. The song ended and he whispered, “My Greatest Show Woman.” and led me off the stage. Max went back to the table as I went to the bar for another drink. As I waited for the bartender to finish with the people that ordered before me, a random man came up to me “Beautiful singing up there. Well, not as beautiful as you.” I smiled and thanked him for the compliment to be nice but he kept going, “How about we get out of here and I show you a good time?” “No thank you. I’m here with people.” He scoffed, “Yeah I saw who you sang with. I don’t think he can please you like I can.” he put his hand on my lower back and I fought back. “Get your fucking hands off me!” “Woah sweetheart, chill” I felt another set of hands on my arms but when I smelled the cologne, I knew I was safe. “Is this guy bothering you baby?” Max asked me. I nodded. “I suggest you back off my girl before I make you back off.” This time, it was my turn to whisper to him, “Can we go back to the hotel?” he nodded and the two of us left after letting the rest of the group know.
“Y/N, are you okay? You haven’t said anything since we left.” I shrugged, “Guess a little shaken up. I toss people around a ring for a living and I got scared of some jackass?” He stopped me from walking any further, “Don’t start that. That schmuck put his hands on you, and I won’t let it happen again.” I looked up at him and leaned in, finally kissing him after all this time. His hands went to the sides of my face as he deepened it. His lips sent electricity through my body and I felt like I was floating. I felt a little bummed when he pulled away. “I assume you’ve wanted to do that for a while?” Giggling, “Since the first time I stayed the night with you.” He looked into my eyes, “Soo, does this mean I can finally call you my girlfriend and tell you I love you?” Excitedly, I rushed to kiss him again. “Does that answer your question?” “Yes. Yes it does.” He rested his forehead on mine, “I mean it, I love you Y/N.” I bit my lip, “I love you too, Maxie.” “Only you can call me that, kitten.” he said as we continued walking back to the hotel, hand in hand.
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Honestly... I had a whole ass prompt set chosen for this but the need to write Maxwell as an actual fucking softie took over and I wound up not actually using ANY of the prompts I chose. So. Yeah. This is just an oc, softly getting railed by Maxwell.
[ pairing ]
Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Female!OC, Bianca. You will probably see more out of these two. I enjoyed writing this and maaaybe I’m tempted to do more with them as a result.
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I offer no apologies nor do I make any excuses. And the brunt of this was the result of a late night conversation between @unabashedwrestlefics and I last night. So. Yeah. Viv, if you’re reading, I love and blame you partly for this.
[ warning ]
Maxwell written as an actual sweetheart... provided that he actually gives a fuck about someone. Probably gonna piss a few people off but again, idec. I wanted this. I needed it. Smut. Not a condom to even be thought about. Body fluids. Biting. A little dirty talk, but mostly just teeth rotting filthy fluff.
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MJF & BIANCA, SOFT.
By the time Mox was pinning Maxwell for the 3 count, I was watching the match through my fingers, almost sick to my stomach and definitely dreading what the outcome of this match would most likely spell out.
If there was ever a night for the shoe to drop and the mask to come down, tonight was that night.
I was so sure of it that as soon as Maxwell stepped through the curtains, dried blood caked on his forehead, I’d mentally prepared myself a thousand times over for the tongue lashing of the decade. My eyes darted around but I didn’t see any of the girls I’d gotten to know in my short time working with the company.
I took a deep breath and I tentatively made my way over to him, choosing to keep my mouth shut as I typically do around him. The tension was thicker. I could see the anger brewing in his eyes. I could feel the tension in his body as I wordlessly slipped one of his arms around my shoulders to keep him a little more steady.
“Where the fuck is he?” Maxwell’s anger laced outburst shattered through me being lost in survival mode and I gazed up at him, a brow raised. “Who?” I finally asked.
“Fucking Wardlow. He did that on purpose.” Maxwell scowled and his eyes darted around the crowded hallway, searching for a sign of Wardlow.
As he did this, I took a shaky breath or two, preparing myself for what everyone’s been warning me about for weeks as far as he’s concerned.
Everyone’s so convinced that sooner or later, Maxwell is going to show me his nasty side and I am going to get hurt. I can’t count on both hands the number of times since creative stuck me as his valet upon arrival that I’ve had people pop up and offer condolence, -or protection, should the need arise. I guess I let that all get to me, because I’ve been living on pins and needles for weeks now and honestly?
Maxwell has literally never been anything like people claim he is towards me. I won’t say he’s been overly nice, because he’s just a naturally abrasive guy, but he hasn’t been the cold hearted bastard people write him off to be, either.
If anything, being his valet has been… well, it’s been strange. Because all this stuff people told me about him?
I’ve gotten the exact opposite, from him.
People told me he’d treat me like a toy. That he’d constantly tell me I was below him. That he’d probably wreck my self esteem.
None of that’s happened.
Maxwell spotted Wardlow while I was lost in my own thoughts and fears and before I could stop him, he was shoving through the crowd, catching up to the other man, shoving at him.
“Damn it.” I swore quietly to myself, pushing through the crowd gathered around them as they fought and trying to pull them apart. Every now and then I could hear bits of what was being said in between licks passed and shoves and punches, but it wasn’t enough to know exactly what had the two men fighting other than the fact that for whatever reason, Maxwell seemed convinced that Wardlow purposely cost him the title belt.
What got my attention was when my name came up. Maxwell seemed to be accusing Wardlow of something that had everything to do with me and Wardlow wasn’t bothering to deny it, either.
The whole thing was just… Too much for me, so I slipped away, hoping to just go somewhere quieter and pull myself together. As I rounded the corner, Mox stopped me, an arm beside my head as he stared down at me intently, this shit-eating smirk on his face that had his eyes dancing.
“What?”
“Better brace yourself, kitten. Gonna get the brunt of Maxy’s anger because Wardlow’s done with his shit.” Mox said it calmly, hoisting the belt over his shoulder as he continued to stare me down. I shrank back and bit my lip, trying to come up with any form of rebuttal.
Nothing came.
But it did leave me wondering. What if everyone was wrong about Maxwell? And I wasn’t stupid, I could look into Jon Moxley’s baby blue eyes and know that I was just another way to stick it to Maxwell and that just made me angry. So far, Maxwell had done literally none of the shit everyone kept accusing him of being capable of and literally every single guy back here? Turning out to be the ones who kept their truest selves hidden. Like Mox and his half-assed lazy little warning. Who the fuck did he think he was?
I stood taller, staring up at him in defiance. “So what? Is this you, offering to protect me? I hate to break it to you, Mox but… I don’t need or want your protection. I finish what I start, come whatever may.”
Even with my voice wavering just a little as I spoke, I was still impressed with myself because it was more me, less this unsure and quiet little meek thing I’d allowed myself to become just to tread on eggshells and keep from making waves. I stepped beneath his arm and slunk through the doors leading out into the parking lot, letting the night air hit me and calm me down a little. I pulled myself up onto a brick half wall and sat there, staring up at the night sky as I tried to work through all this confusion in my mind right now. Trying to pick the best path of the two I was currently torn between.
Everybody kept at me about how ruthless and cold and unfeeling Maxwell was. And yet, he hadn’t ever come across as any of those things. But I kept circling back to everyone saying it. Everyone being convinced they were right and they knew exactly what was going to happen to me.
I even had one of the girls in hair and makeup suggest to me that he was dangerous because he knew exactly how to pour on the charm and make you fall for him, but when he was tired, he knew how to turn off that charm and leave you feeling like you were nothing, like you were lost without him.
If it wasn’t at least a little true, I reasoned with myself as I waited on him to walk out of the arena, then why did everyone keep saying it?
By the time I heard the door being thrown open and my name being called,I’d made up my mind… Just keep doing what I’ve been doing for weeks now. Prepare myself for the worst. Keep waiting it out, see what happened in that regard.
He was towering over me and I tore my gaze off the moon and stars above to meet his intent gaze, my eyes searching a little, waiting on Wardlow to pop up like usual.
“Wardlow’s taking his own fucking vehicle tonight.” Maxwell mumbled quietly, gazing at me a few seconds. I nodded and took a deep breath, standing. At this point, I was just tired. I wanted to get to the hotel, get to the privacy of my own room and think. To try to figure out all this internal conflict. To try to figure out why exactly, despite everyone’s repeated warnings over the past few weeks, I still couldn’t deny that for whatever reason, there was this magnetic pull to the guy - and what that said about me if the ride to the hotel went as bad as I was half afraid it would.
Our bodies brushed together and I realized that yet again, we were migrating closer to each other. It happened a lot if I really stopped to think about it. It happened almost as much as the way he always seemed to be where I was. More than once I’d looked up to find him sort of staring at me. He’d always look away first, of course, but I couldn’t deny that I’d caught him looking on more than one occasion.
And then another thought hit me. I liked it.
“We should get going.” Max’s quietly muttered statement shattered through the bit of an epiphany I was currently having and I glanced up, swallowing hard when I found him staring down at me with this look in his eyes.
“It was just a match. Just a leather strap.” I don’t know why I said it, but I felt like maybe he needed to hear it. I tensed a little in the seconds following because I was at least half sure that he’d explode.
Because yes, I was still waiting on the mask to be peeled away and Maxwell to show me this nastier side people seemed to keep reminding me he had. The side I’d seen come to the surface so easily with pretty much everyone else.
“I’m tired and it’s late.” he muttered quietly, his eyes still locked on me. When our bodies bumped against each other all over again, I bit my lip just to keep the unexpected quiet whimper that rose to my throat from coming out. When I couldn’t take the way the tension between us seemed to be growing heavier with each second that passed, making my breath catch in my throat, I spoke up quietly.
“We should get going, Maxwell.”
I reluctantly stepped away a little, everyone’s repeated warnings about the man filling my head. The unease I’d been feeling earlier had lifted slightly and now I was just left with confusion. Tension. My own little pesky thoughts as of the last few minutes.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost swear he pouted slightly when I stepped away. I dug around in my pockets for the keys to his rental car and raised a hand, aiming the key fob in the general direction of the car, unlocking it and starting the engine. Then I turned to him and found myself on the receiving end of another one of those stares.
Which had me fidgeting more than a little, I could feel my thighs starting to slip off of each other. I reached out, prepared to take his gear bag, but he shook his head, slinging it over his shoulder as he fell into step beside me. For the entire walk across the lot, neither of us really said anything.
Like usual, he opened the passenger door and gestured for me to get in. I scoffed at him and shook my head. I tensed in anticipation of a potential argument or him being nasty towards me, but I took a deep breath and eyed the passenger seat and then him as firm as I could.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you drive when you just went through that.” I muttered as calmly as I could, continuing to hold his gaze.
,, why do you even care?” the thought bubbled to the front of my mind and I shoved it out, choosing to ignore it until later.
I needed to make it to the hotel. To the sanctuary of my own room so I could relax for the night.
Rather than argue, Maxwell sank down into the passenger seat, his head leaning against the headrest, his eyes closing. For the entire ride to the hotel, neither of us really said anything. And the tension that seemed to linger between us almost constantly?
So much heavier.
Not necessarily in a bad way, either.
I pulled the car into the empty space in the third row and I killed the engine, sitting there for a second or two, sort of collecting myself. In that time, Maxwell had gotten out and grabbed not only his gear bag but my bag from the trunk. I was just trying to process. To figure out whether it was safe to relax a little or whether the shit storm was incoming. A gentle rap at the drivers window had me looking up just as Maxwell opened the door on my side, staring down at me.
He held out a hand and I eyed it briefly, letting my eyes dart upward only to be locked on his. Naturally, he wasn’t bothering to say anything, instead, that cocky little smirk played at his lips.
He’s never very talkative with me. It’s weird, it’s almost as if he just doesn’t know what to do or say, so he does and says nothing. And yet, I found myself thinking, maybe that in itself says everything I need to know. My own gut feeling should’ve been enough for me to ignore everyone else’s warnings, but given that I’ve been burned two significant times in the past and whenever I’m around Maxwell, I always feel like I’m seconds away from letting my guard down. Which isn’t a bad thing but given what people keep telling me, I’m fully aware that it could backfire and be the thing that hurts me in the long run.
I don’t enjoy being a bundle of raw nerves around the guy. I want to be able to fully give him the benefit of the doubt. I want to relax. I’m just so afraid to do so until I can’t around him a lot of the time.
I blew at the shaggy strands falling into my eyes and tentatively, I reached out, taking hold of his hand. He pulled me up and out of the car seat. He pulled me with such a force that our bodies collided and his arm shot out, wrapping around me, hauling me closer as he continued to just silently stare down at me. And if the look in his eyes was anything to go by and I were a lot more… Hopeful… I’d almost swear that he intentionally pulled me closer. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what he was staring at or why he was always doing it but I didn’t dare.
If I thought my thighs were slipping off of each other before, it was nothing compared to right now, the literal flood taking place in my panties at the look in his eyes. My breath caught a little in my throat and I managed a nod towards the hotel.
“Standing here isn’t getting us in.” Maxwell muttered the words quietly just as I was about to say them and I nodded in a daze, still trying to tear my eyes out of his. Neither of us had stepped away from the other. And that tension lingering between us?
Almost at a boiling point.
“It’s not.” I managed a quiet laugh as I finally tore my eyes off him and reached for my things. He shook his head. I didn’t want to argue, so I fell in step beside him quietly, the two of us body to body in the doorway leading into the hotel when he held the door open for me and I went to step inside at the same time as him. I gulped and found my eyes focusing on his mouth and despite all my best efforts, I stared for a good second or two.
From behind us, Jericho’s throat cleared and this only made me step closer to Maxwell and it hit me then.
I do that a lot. If someone comes up and I don’t feel comfortable? I find myself migrating closer to him.
I felt the warmth of his hand lingering at my lower back, fingers grazing right against bare skin and I felt a wave of heat rushing to my cheeks. Normally, he just kind of puts his hand there.
“Are you two going to move or stand there all night?” Jericho’s voice broke through our moment and I glanced over Maxwell’s shoulder, scowling at the man. Maxwell’s hand left my back and he whirled around, squaring up almost, a quiet growl slipping out as every single part of him tensed up.
“Max.” I mumbled his name cautiously. I was still very much trying not to rile him up.
“Just a minute, Bianca.” Maxwell grumbled, his gaze fixed firmly on Jericho. I rolled my eyes and reached out, tapping at his shoulder, immediately drawing my hand back just to be safe.
“I think you should probably listen to your pretty little valet, Friedman. This is a fight you don’t wanna start. Take your bruised ego and move it out of my way.” Jericho smirked as he said it and I tensed up all over again. Maxwell’s gaze flitted back and forth between me and Jericho for seconds that felt like years, anger flashing in his eyes almost dangerously until they settled on me. He took a deep breath and shoved at Jericho a little, muttering quietly, “I didn’t say you could talk to her, did I?”
“Maxwell. For the love of ten thousand fucks, the line.” I stopped mid sentence, giving Jericho my best hateful glare when my eyes met his and I found him staring at me like I was a piece of meat. “Jericho, if you don’t want a stiletto to the eyeball, I’d suggest you stop looking at me in that tone.” I snapped, biting my lip as I was quick to pull my gaze off the old creep and fix it back on Maxwell, nodding to the reception desk. “Line. Now.”
With one last lingering angry glare, Maxwell turned away from Jericho and we started to walk towards the line, falling into the end of it. I shuffled my feet and when he chuckled quietly, I glanced up at him.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Maxwell shook his head and went silent again. The line was getting shorter and I could feel myself relaxing a little more with each second that passed because it meant that I was closer to being in the sanctuary of my own room.
Where I could decompress, finally.
I had a lot to think about.
I took to scrolling through my Instagram account and a time or two, I felt his eyes on me. I rolled my eyes at the comments on a bikini pic I’d posted at a family barbecue the last time I’d been home and grumbled under my breath at an ex who’d slithered himself into my dms.
I felt Maxwell tense up beside me and after shoving my phone back into the pocket of my leopard print jacket, I glanced up at him, quickly looking away again when I saw the look in his eyes and I felt my cheeks starting to burn hot all over again. I shuffled my feet and squeezed my thighs together slightly but it didn’t help.
It was our turn at the check in desk now.
“A double?” the clerk flashed a smile at Maxwell and I. Honestly, I figured this would be the part where Maxwell made some cutting remark and demanded his own room, but to my surprise, he chuckled and dug into the sweats he was wearing to produce his wallet, passing it through the plastic barrier between our side of the desk and the other side.
I kept waiting on him to correct the assumption, but he never did. And for some reason, whenever I went to speak up and do so, my mouth refused to cooperate with my brain and make the words form.
As soon as the paperwork was filed and the clerk was handing us back our identification and Maxwell his wallet, I found myself gazing up at him, puzzled.
He bit his lip and stared down at me intently.
“That was okay, right?” he finally asked the question a good ten seconds later when we were standing in front of the elevator.
,, oh sure, sure. I’m fine, this is fine.” I thought to myself as the tension I thought I’d be getting rid of the second I was behind the doors of my own hotel room returned with a vengeance. Rather than argue, because I was still tiptoeing around him very much so at this point, I took a deep breath, gave him my best calm smirk and nodded.
Like a good girl.
Not rocking the boat, not making any waves.
But now, on top of everything else on my mind, I had yet another new thing to unravel… If everyone says he’s such a cold and heartless bastard, why in the hell would he take every opportunity he could get to be around me?
Because this has happened once before.
And yes, it was one hell of an intense weekend. I spent most of it down at the hotel pool or the hotel bar, just so I felt like I could breathe a little.
Because damn if being around the man almost constantly didn’t leave me breathless and so full of tension I thought I’d explode at any second.
The elevator doors slid open and I hurried on, leaning against the wall in the back. Maxwell stopped beside me, leaning in a little. “You know if you didn’t want to share a room, you could’ve said something.”
His voice was quiet, almost teasing. Almost as if he were amused by this. I’d been scrolling through my phone again and without looking up, I couldn’t, because God if I did, he was going to see the way my cheeks were burning bright red right now, I shrugged a little. “If I didn’t want to, you’d know it.”
The fact that when I said it it was 1000 percent true and I didn’t even realize it until I said it had my mind blown.
“Interesting.” he mumbled, mostly to himself. I scrolled through my Instagram feed again, trying to focus on anything but the night ahead. Or the tension between us that was now so thick that I felt like at any second, either one of us was going to explode.
The elevator squeaked and slowed to a death crawl and at one point, it lurched just a little, sending me into Maxwell’s side as I tensed on impact. “What the actual fucking..” I whined a little, eyes widening in panic at just the thought of now being trapped on an elevator.
“It’s just an elevator.”
His voice was calming, his breath tickling the shell of my ear and serving to make me almost painfully aware of the fact that I was pressed completely into his side and he’d slipped an arm around me to keep me there. “I realize that, but I need you to understand it’s called claustrophobia, sir.” I muttered the words in a daze, my gaze settling on him.
“That’s it. Keep lookin at me.” his voice was softer, an almost lazy drawl as he spoke. Neither one of us was making an effort to look away, god knows I tried. Somehow, just realizing that I’d fallen for the guy and people had warned me about him repeatedly just made me feel uneasy when he’d never shown me any actual reason to.
I gulped and nodded, my breathing syncing with his and I started to feel a little calmer. The elevator roared to life again and I relaxed a little, my shoulders slumping as I did so.
“Thank fuck.” I muttered quietly, making him chuckle a little as he reached up and brushed some hair out of my eyes, smoothing it behind my ear, giving a satisfied nod as he did so.
It felt like an eternity between the elevator starting back up again and when we finally reached our floor, but the doors finally slid open and I hurried off, stopping to wait on him.
He caught up just as I found the door to our hotel room and started to dig around in my pockets for the keycard and he tapped my shoulder.
I whirled around so fast that I catapulted myself right against him and before I could stop myself, a quiet whimper slipped out of my mouth. My eyes lingered on his lips and I took a shaky breath before forcing myself to look up and lock eyes with him. He was already staring at me, hints of an amused gleam in his eyes as he licked his lips slowly.
If I thought I had my thighs clenched before, they clenched so tight this time that I felt a dull ache starting to build.
“What?” my question came out quietly and he bit his lip and shook his head, again saying nothing. He took the keycard from my trembling hand and slid it through the card reader, pushing the door open as soon as the little light turned green and buzzed.
I stepped in, dropping my bags on the second bed and immediately shedding my shoes then flopping back first onto the bed, my eyes fluttering shut as I took a few seconds to attempt to decompress.
Tonight had been a lot. All I wanted was to try and fall asleep now that I was starting to realize that whatever explosion I’d been waiting on Maxwell to have apparently wasn’t coming.
Maxwell spoke up, shattering the silence in the room.
“Are you always this tense? Or is it me?”
I rose up slightly, propping on my elbows and staring at him a few seconds, completely unsure of how best to answer.
I felt really, really bad, because there was just something soft and quiet in his voice when he asked the question. And he wasn’t really looking at me, either, his gaze fixed intently on his hands instead. It was nothing like the strong and self assured guy the world saw on television. And if it hadn’t been for the weeks of literally everyone seeing fit to shove warning after warning about the guy down my throat constantly, I would’ve felt even worse.
I’d been tense, I’d been dancing and tiptoeing around him because I didn’t want to see that side of him. God knows I saw enough of that in an ex or two. I’d been holding my breath and waiting on him to be just like everyone said.. Or like those exes that I let my guard down for and I only ended up getting hurt by them.
As it all sank in, I shook my head, laughing at myself softly. If anything, this was not how I’d seen tonight turning out.
“ It’s not so much you as the shit everyone keeps saying. And the magnetic pull I keep trying to fight where you’re concerned...” I admitted quietly as I stood, starting to pace. Starting to ramble. Everything was spilling out of me because I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I couldn’t keep going like this. “Everybody keeps telling me that you’re eventually gonna snap or worse, you’re gonna go cold towards me when the novelty of having a valet wears off and damn it, I just… I can’t deal with that happening. I’m afraid that you’re going to turn into my ex. I’m afraid that if I let my guard down, if I…”
He was watching me now and I could tell he was processing what I was saying. When I went quiet, he took a deep breath. “If you what?”
“If I let myself go ahead and fall for you, I’m only going to get burned all over again. And this time, it’ll be so much worse because this time, I’ll know it was the real thing and somehow, I wasn’t enough.”
I sank back down on my bed and let out a ragged breath, raising my hand to my forehead as I gave a quiet laugh. “The funny part of all this is it’s too fucking late. I did anyway and I’m just so goddamn tired of fighting it. Of spending second after second reminding myself that everyone keeps telling me you will hurt me. You will turn some hidden nasty side, that people seem to think you possess, on me. And I’m realizing now that you’ve pretty much shown that side with other people. But never with me.”
I kept my eyes closed as soon as I finished talking. Looking up at him was not an option, not for me, not at this particular moment. I kept waiting on laughter or some kind of cutting remark, the things I know he’s capable of and the things that I’m used to seeing from him with everybody else we know but nothing came.
He kept sitting there, silent and staring at his hands. Until he wasn’t. I sighed and stood, gathering my things to go and take a shower. Honestly, I thought that if I just got out of the room then maybe I could distance myself from the outburst I’d just had and the fact that his lack of a reaction did sting just a little. I thought that if I took a long and hot soak, I could get rid of some of this tension built up inside me.
I reached for the handle on the door to the on-suite bathroom and my breath caught in my throat, escaping in a quiet hiss as his chest pressed against my back and his hand covered mine over the handle. I turned around and my back connected with the door in a soft smack. For at least five seconds, all I could really do was stare up at him. He was staring right back, neither of us were saying anything.
“So that’s it. You tell a guy you’re falling in love with him and then you go hide in the bathroom?” a teasing smirk played at his lips and I gulped as I felt his hips really press into mine, the handle of the bathroom door digging into my lower back softly.
That didn’t last for long because while I was distracted by the way it felt to have that hard,muscular frame pressed so close to me and by the way I just wanted to raise to tiptoe and tug at his scarf to pull his mouth down to meet mine, I missed the way that his hand slipped between my lower back and the door. But as soon as I realized it, I whimpered quietly and despite trying desperately to control myself and keep at least a little bit of my guard up, I found myself pressing into him, our bodies rubbing together lightly. His other hand glided over my curves, going still at the hip as he dug fingertips into my skin lightly.
When he exhaled, it was shakier. When I found myself rubbing against him all over again, he groaned quietly, his mouth opening and closing like he was just about to say something but he backed out at the last second.
Fitting, because I’d be damned if I knew what to say at the moment, all things considered. All I did know was that the urge to take his face in my hands and kiss him until I couldn’t breathe was doubling, no, tripling by the second and it was getting so that I was fidgeting a little in a last ditch attempt to keep from doing so on a whim.
One of us had to cave, to do or say something. I was determined that it wasn’t going to be me. Because every single time I’ve caved in the past, it hasn’t gone well for me. His forehead rested against mine gingerly and the hand on my hip raised, resting against the side of my face and he chuckled quietly.
“You realize if I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have demanded you as my valet… Right? I had to do something, they were going to put you with Mox. One of those other assholes.” his mouth brushed right against mine as he went quiet and I didn’t think, I just reacted. My hand caught on the side of his face, steering his mouth right back against mine and my other hand caught in his hair, giving a little tug. He pulled back, staring at me a second or two and shook his head, raising a finger to my lip when I went to speak. “I don’t waste my time. When I want someone, I want them.” filled the silence and sent the last of the tension I felt scattering and he was pressing into me with more urgence now, his hand against the side of my face as he leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine, his body rubbing against mine and making me whimper into the kiss as his tongue pushed between my lips, parting the barrier they formed to tangle with mine.
The kiss broke, and we pulled back from each other to breathe, Maxwell staring down at me with this wild fire burning in his eyes as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, the ragged rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took making it crystal clear that he was well past worked up if that weren’t already obvious to me before.
His hands caught on either side of my face as his forehead settled against mine and he stared down into my eyes. If I thought either one of us had a chance to properly catch our breath I was wrong because just when I caught my breath, his lips latched onto my lower lip all over again, nipping hungrily. “I mean that.” he muttered in a harsh intake just before his tongue slipped between my lips all over again, “ I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
I could feel his cock really starting to strain at the sweats he was wearing and I whimpered as he kept bucking himself against me and his mouth strayed from mine to wander right down the front of my throat. The hand resting against my cheek lowered to rest against the side of my neck, holding it still as the blunt of his teeth caught on my skin, littering it with little bite marks. “Fuck.” he breathed against my skin, the roughness of his lips and the warmth of his breath tickling the surface as he pressed me into the door even harder. “Do you not feel exactly what you’re doing to me right now, princess?” his hips snapped against me and I rubbed myself against the growing bulge strained at his sweats, my hand lowering and my fingers catching in the waistband.
He sucked in a ragged breath and bit his lip, a shiver racing through his body when I stepped away from the door and completely against him. With each step I took forward, he inched closer to his bed until the backs of his knees brushed against the thick mattress and when that happened, he sank down to sit on the edge and I lowered myself, settling in his lap, taking his face in my hand as my lips latched onto his all over again and I started to rock myself back and forth over the bulge strained at his sweats until I heard him whimpering even more and I could feel him bucking up into me from below.
His hand slipped up the hem of the little black dress and settled palm down against my throbbing core as he started to rub my lace covered crotch. My head fell back slightly, giving him access to my neck. He took the opportunity to his advantage, pulling me in as close as he could get me, latching onto my skin almost needy when he did it. The whimper that left his mouth and dissolved against my skin sent a shiver racing through me and I rocked myself down harder against the hefty bulge, earning me a needy whine from him as his fingers dug into my hips and he pressed me down harder, took control of the movement of my hips. It sent that dull ache building between my thighs to an almost blind throbbing pain.
His mouth trailed down my neck and one of his hands raised, the thin strap of the little black dress snapping under the weight of the tug from Maxwell’s fingertips and almost the instant the strap to my dress was no longer an issue, Maxwell was latching onto the neckline with his teeth, tugging it downward, revealing bare breasts.
He backed away and took several shaky breaths, his eyes roaming slowly and that smirk on his face just before he lowered his head, resting his forehead against the tops of my breasts. I clung to him and gripped his shoulders tighter while baring down against his lap as soon as I felt the way his teeth softly grazed against exposed skin and it had me shivering and whining almost helplessly.
I wanted his mouth on mine again. I needed him to kiss me. I reached down and tilted his chin, lust hazed brown eyes locking on mine as soon as we locked eyes and when I crashed my mouth against his, he deepened the kiss, bucking himself into me all over again from below. Harder.
One of his hands disappeared up the hem of my dress and I heard the quiet tear of fabric. Lace panties came away torn in his hand and he growled against my mouth as soon as he felt how wet I was already.
My hand slipped down, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats all over again and I felt his abdomen tense as he took a deep breath and grabbed hold of my face, pulling my mouth against his all over again, greedily. His left hand lowered, disappearing beneath the dress, thick digits carefully working me open as his thumb struck against my clit, rubbing. “How’s that feel, hm?” the warmth of his breath against my skin as he mumbled against it had me whimpering and rocking myself against his fingers.
“Mmf.. Ah..” I whimpered as the ache began to intensify and all I could do was keep on meeting the scissoring thrusts of the fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy and hope that took away some of it. “Feels so.. Fuck!” I cried out as I felt his fingers strike against my spot, sending tension through my body just to try and keep my rapidly approaching orgasm at bay. He chuckled as his mouth found mine again, teeth digging into tender and kiss swollen lips.
The more I moaned, the deeper inside me his fingers sank, stretching me out, the wet sounds making me both self conscious and almost a feral level of horny. It seemed to be doing the same for him because he growled against my skin as his mouth caught hold of my nipple, teeth latching on, his tongue dragging over the surface slowly until it stood erect, aching at the torture.
“Max!” the moan that came out of me shattered through the soft silence, echoing, making his mouth turn upwards in a smirk as he continued to lick and suck my tits, bucking himself against me from below while his fingers pumped in and out of my dripping heat. “That’s it, princess. C’mon. You can get louder.” he muttered soft against my skin, raising goosebumps to the surface and making me whine and beg.
The more I whined and begged, the slower he seemed to go until I was shaking with each thrust of his fingers or slow drag of his tongue over my nipples. A glance down at my chest showed hickies littering every strip of skin he’d been able to get his mouth on and I bit my lip just to keep from screaming his name out loud, a needy moan escaping instead. “Maxwell, c’mon. I need you. Now.” I grabbed hold of his face again, my mouth diving down against his as I begged and kept rocking myself over the bulge strained at his sweats and against nimble and fast moving fingers as they fucked into me, striking against my spot and sending shivers dancing through my body.
I tried tugging at the waistband of his sweats again and this time, he obliged, drawing his fingers out of my cunt and lifting me a little, working the sweats down his hips and letting them pool at his feet on the floor of the hotel room. I whined as my eyes settled on his thick length, standing at attention and I swallowed hard. Maxwell pushed up the little black dress over my hips and then lowered me down, his cock splitting me in two, stretching me out and filling me up.
“You need me now, hm?” he questioned, his mouth crashing against mine needy, slow and deep. I got the sense that he needed to hear me say it. That he needed to hear me say everything I felt, actually. With a whimper as he started to fuck into me from below, slowly at first, I grabbed his face in my hands, pulling his mouth back against mine all over again, my lips crashing against his in the neediest kiss I could manage. “Feels so good. So good.” I encouraged, my hips rocking back and forth, making him dig his fingertips into my bare ass, squeezing harder with each deep drive into my pussy.
My head fell back as I rode him faster and he raised a hand, tangling it in my hair, pulling my mouth against his, our teeth scraping and bumping together as his tongue rushed past my parted lips and tangled with mine. My legs circled his waist and the new angle had his hips stammering as he slowed down, pressing hot little kisses and nips against my face and throat, his forehead against mine and our faces so close that whenever he quietly muttered “I’m fucked. I’m absolutely fucked.” and gave a quiet chuckle, his lips brushed against mine and I whimpered, rocking my hips against his shaky thrust and responded quietly, “Why?”
“Because you got to me and that literally never happens. And now I have you and I…” he trailed off and although I wanted to push for him to say more, I got the feeling that it was hard for him.
To my surprise, after a few gentle biting kisses trailing down the side of my neck and across the tops of my breasts, he raised his head and met my gaze again, capturing my mouth in a deep and needy kiss as he groaned out, “I’ll do whatever I have to to keep from losing you. You have me.” he emphasized his words with an even deeper drive into my dripping cunt, immediately bottoming out and pushing me even closer to an orgasm that I was only barely holding back from having, his hips snapping upward, his cock striking my g-spot over and over as he bottomed out and his hands roamed all over my body gently cupping and squeezing, touching me anywhere he could get his hands on me.
“Ah fuck! Bianca.” Maxwell’s growled words echoed off the walls and he pulled me against him tighter, his mouth latching onto mine in a deep and needy, bruising kiss. My lips were aching and swollen now, I could feel it. “Maxwell, please. I’m so close.” I whimpered, tears starting to sting at my eyes because I simply couldn’t hold off anymore.
“C’mon, princess. Use me. Get off.” Maxwell’s head fell back as he continued to slam into me from below, his fingers digging into my asscheeks deeper, squeezing. “Can’t wait to feel you get my cock wet, baby.” his words were a quiet groan against the shell of my ear, his heavy breathing merging with mine as I started to bounce myself up and down on his cock faster. Deeper. He met each bounce eagerly.
My orgasm shattered through me, leaving me shaky and light-headed but Maxwell kept pumping me up and down on his cock, determined to fuck me right through it and nearly into another one because it all felt so good. Too good. Too much. I almost couldn’t think straight. I latched my lips onto his neck and he groaned quietly, his hips stammering as he slowed down a little and tilted my chin so that i had to look him in the eye, pulling my mouth against his all over again in a lingering and tender kiss as he muttered lazily against my lips that he was getting close and he didn’t want to stop. I gave a helpless and needy whine, nodding my head, begging him not to stop, my pussy still tightly clenched around his cock. “So close, ah.. Fuck. Are you ready, princess?”
“Please?” I begged in a breathy moan, clinging to him as dots danced in front of my eyes and I tried and failed a time or two at actually catching my breath and calming down. I could feel his cock throbbing, the warmth of his seed settling inside, coating me as the excess slowly leaked out. He fell back against the bed and pulled me down on top of him, his arms wrapping around me tight as he buried his nose in the crown of my hair, taking a few long and deep breaths, his cock still buried inside me as we lie there.
“I don’t want to move.” he mumbled quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Just wanna stay exactly like this.”
“Me either.” I yawned lazily, my lips pressing against the side of his neck. I rose up a little to stare down at him and he leaned into my face, his lips feathering against mine as he muttered quietly, “You know I meant all of it… Right?”
I nodded, giving a soft smile as I deepened the kiss. “You don’t say things you don’t mean, remember?”
He chuckled quietly, pulling me back down against him, his hand smoothing over my back, toying with my hair.
Summary; You and Maxwell move into your first home together and decide to explore the town while buying furniture for your first home together.
Pairing: Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Reader
WordCount; 1,507
Based off of a prompt from this prompt List;
Warnings; None, just sweet old fluff
A/N; So my sister @deansamore decided to challenge me to post everyday for the rest of the year. Not wanting to back down, I agreed with. If I win, she will redesign my blog and change my layouts every month next year. If I lose, then I have to buy her some diamond paintings. Game on!
Day 2
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As the movers unloaded the last box from the truck, it finally dawned on you the significance of this moment. You and Max had finally moved in together. It had taken the two of you many months of searching for your ideal first home together. The relatively new build was flawless. Every need that the both of you desired this home had to offer. Now it was finally yours.
As the early morning chill nipped at your nose, the two of you thanked the movers who had been perfect at moving your belongings to one home. Everything was essential. The two of you choose to purchase brand new furniture for your home together. The two of you couldn’t begin to settle into your new home just yet as there was the vital next step of picking out furniture that would complete your home. Grabbing ahold of your car keys, both of you made your way into town to locate the furniture shop that you located when you drove into your new town.
Slipping out of the car, Max instinctively strolled around to your side, holding out his hand for you to take, as your fingers laced with one another, he held your hand up to his lips so he could caress a tender kiss onto the back of your hand.
“I think we’ve moved into the right place, don’t you agree? The town seemed energetic yet peaceful enough. Hopefully, we can get everything we need here because I sure don’t want to end up in Ikea again.” You broke into laughter as you remembered the first time Max attempted to build your new coffee table. He was positive that he would end up being the one to help you put the new coffee table in place. However, after six hours of rereading instructions time and time again, he ended up calling Wardlow for help. Who in a matter of half an hour of arriving managed to have the table up and in place.
“Is Wardlow on standby just in case? I don’t believe you want another repeat from the last time you decided to assemble furniture?” Max quickly wrapped his arms around you, tickling your sides. You ignored the disapproving people giving you dirty glances as they walked by. Although, you were certain you faintly heard an elderly couple mentioning how adorable the two were. Your laughter was infectious as the two of you enjoyed a moment together.
As the perfect autumn day dawned, the two of you were surrounded by the leaves changing colours, the crunching of leaves on the ground with the farmers market in the background. The echoing of stall traders calls out their deals of fresh fruits and vegetables echoed over.
“Perhaps when we’re done ordering the furniture, we could head over there to grab some groceries for the house. You plugged the fridge in before we left the house, right?”
“Yeah, you don’t seem to be the farmers market kind of guy?” Max wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you slowed down as you approached the furniture store you were after.
“You know I’m full of surprises, is that not why your with me in the first place?” Max was certainly one of the more interesting boyfriend’s you had ever had. There was a level of unpredictability to him. Your relationship was certainly interesting, and Max was able to keep you on your toes.
“It’s one of many reasons why I’m with you.” Max’s signature smirk appeared on his face as he played with your fingers that had reached up to entwine your fingers together.
“Many things, why don’t you name them for me?” Rolling your eyes, you playfully poked him in the stomach.
“I don’t have enough time for that now, maybe later.” Walking into the store, you both knew that there were some decisions to be made. Both of you had very different styles, so this was set to be an interesting trip.
In all fairness, the two of you had not argued about a single piece of furniture so far. Both of your styles appeared to complement each other well. The shop assistant commented on how perfect the two of you appeared to suit each other.
After all the furniture was ordered, the two of you decided to locate the farmers market across the street. The chilling early morning start appeared to disappear as the heat rose on this Autumn September day. As you began to feel too warm, you slipped your jacket off and tired it around your waist.
“That has to be one of my favourite things about autumn. Starting off the day, cold with the frost pinching my nose, and then the summer invades and takes over for a little longer.”
“You know you should become a writer you always have such a way with words. Let’s see if we can locate anything to fill the fridge.” Stepping into the market, everyone appeared friendly as market traders attempted to get you to come over to their stool.
There was a variety of fresh vegetables and fruits to offer. Everything smelt delicious and mouthwatering. Max and you began to purchase food off of the market as you tried to get everything both of you desired and things to help with Max’s food prep for when he went onto the road.
The two of you got separated you struggled to locate Max. Although you were not worried too much you continued to browse through the market, picking up some of your favourite fruits to create a fruit bowl, for your new dining table when he arrived on a couple of days.
As you stepped onto the following stool to browse to see what else the two of you could purchase for your home, a market trader around your age began to flirt with you.
“I’m sorry, but she is taken.” Max’s hand rested on your lower back as the Market Trader looked shocked.
“I’m sorry, Sir. My mistake, I was simply admiring your girlfriend’s beauty.”
“Well, she’s not yours to admire, unless it’s from afar. Come on there’s something I wanted to show you.” Stepping away from the stool, Max made sure to wrap his arm around you tighter as you noticed he was now free of any of the bags he had been carrying.
“So the other day, I looked over to see you were looking at porch Autumn designs.” Nodding, you didn’t understand where this conversation was going exactly. You became aware that you were heading back to the car, as Max took ahold of the bags and placed them into the boot of the car.
As the two of you went down a different part of the town, you wondered where you were going. Looking around you noticed that there were beautiful Autumn wreaths everywhere. You were already imaging how beautiful porch could look like, your inner interior designer was desperate to let itself loose.
“I will let you lose on our porch until October, then we can work on it for Halloween together, how does that sound?” You couldn’t have been offered a better prospect, you would finally have your project.
Moving in Max was going to be the next exciting chapter in your life and you couldn’t be more excited. You couldn’t wait for your furniture to arrive so the two of you could host your housewarming party that the two were so desperate to have.
“So does that mean you’ll be home for Halloween this year?”
“I’ll try to, but in the meantime, we’ll at least have the best decorated in the street.” Rolling your eyes, of course, you would know that this would turn into a competition. Max was competitive. It didn’t matter what it was about, who it concerned if Max wanted to turn something into a competition that he certainly would do.
“If we’re not careful then everyone is going to make us the most competitive house in the street.”
“Would that be a bad thing? Letting the entire neighbourhood know that we are here to say.” Rolling your eyes, you led Max over to the place that held the beautiful wreaths in their window.
“Let’s not get the whole street to hate us within hours of moving in.” The two of you walked into the store and prepared for Autumn. The two of you were about to explore a whole new world as your relationship continued to develop, who knows where it could end up.
Something was certain, you couldn’t wait to find out where life would take you in the future. You also knew the possibilities are endless as you became first-time homeowners.
As you exited the store with your supplies to decorate your porch, Max stopped you onto the pathway, without some much as a second moment, Max pressed his lips onto yours.
“Have I told you I loved you today”
“You might have said it once or twice. Why?”
“I don’t want you to ever forget that I do that’s all.
Hey if your still doing Fake dating, Slow Burn and Enemies to lovers, can you do MJF, Elias and Velveteen dream
NOTES: I warn in advance, bb. Not the best at writing Velveteen Dream, so. Here goes nothing? I hope you enjoy reading this. It was a bit of a challenge to sort the guys into the categories I felt they’d go best in, there was... Soooo much switching them back and forth but I think I finally got it! Sorry this took so long, like I said. It was hard to write Velveteen and I kept feeling like I was getting it wrong. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy reading this bc I really enjoyed the challenge of writing it, it was suuuper fun! Thanks for sending me these names!
PAIRING(S): Velveteen Dream x OFC, Alyssa Rose, Elias x OFC, Scarlett and MJF x OFC, Lex.
WARNINGS: swearing, fluff, maybe a little bit of angst and humor, idk. We’ll see how this goes. Also, my first time even daring attempt Velveteen Dream. It was.. Interesting. And really hard.
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FAKE DATING;
DREAM.
“Here’s the thing, Carter. I have zero desire to even give you a backwards glance. I’d honestly rather walk backwards facing God straight into hell.” Alyssa rolled her eyes in boredom and when Ethan stepped closer, Alyssa stepped back, her hand palm down on the center of his chest firmly. “Uh-uh, no you don’t. I’m gonna stop you right there.” Alyssa happened to catch sight of Velveteen Dream walking in and she didn’t think, she ran instead, crashing into the man’s arms, climbing his body like a tree as she clenched his hips with her thighs. He chuckled and nodded towards Ethan almost teasingly. “I knew you couldn’t resist me. Or is it Carter, up to his bullshit again, hm?” Velveteen hummed against Alyssa’s lips as he deepened the kiss, making sure to give Ethan a serious eye full as he stepped so that Alyssa’s back was against the nearest wall and his hands were groping; wandering all over her body.
He’d had a thing for her for months now, but admitting as such was not his style. So the opportunity presented itself and Velveteen was going to be damned if he didn’t rise to it. “So.. you gonna let me buy you dinner, sugar, or is this just a kiss for show, hm?”
“Oh, you’re buying me dinner, Dream. I don’t just kiss random men for no good reason. The opportunity presented itself, so I went for it.” Alyssa muttered against his mouth, her fingers raising, threading through his hair and over his scalp before coming to rest on the back of his neck. As the kiss broke, Ethan grumbled and walked away, shaking his head and Velveteen rested his forehead against Alyssa’s. “So, you want down, or am I carryin you around all night? Because I’m cool with either.”
SLOW BURN;
ELIAS.
“ If you don’t say something soon, it’s going to drive you insane. Forget you, it’s going to drive ME insane.” Alexa was pacing the dressing room.
Scarlett sat on the countertop preparing her own hair and makeup for the night. She paused and glanced over at the slightly shorter female and raised a brow. “Do what, exactly? If he hasn’t noticed that I flirt with him almost as much as I breathe oxygen since we were roommates in college, Bliss, what really makes you think he’s suddenly going to notice now, huh?”
“I don’t know! Just.. Something. Because the sexual tension between you two is driving all of the rest of us crazy. You’re always whispering and touching and he even lets you wear his scarves. He sang you a song, Scarlett, how the hell you can even sit here and say he’s not into you right back is beyond me.” Alexa was exploding enough for them both and it amused Scarlett. “Okay, maybe he does flirt back. And maybe I’m a little scared because if this goes wrong, I lose my best friend.” Scarlett pursed burgundy lips as she gazed at the monitor, letting her fingertips linger on the screen.
Alexa’s rant had taken over and it wouldn’t leave her alone. And tonight was Valentines... The wheels in the brunette’s mind were turning and she smirked to herself, hopping down from the countertop. If he didn’t notice subtleties, Scarlett thought to herself, maybe he’ll notice something big and bold. Or this could backfire and things will be really, really awkward at the hotel tonight. Either way, it’s time. This needs to come out.
Bearing the thought in mind, she slunk towards the gorilla, cueing up her music. Down in the ring, Elias’s brow raised. He’d been interrupted by pretty much anyone in back with a pulse.. But never Scarlett. He swallowed hard, eyes fixed on her like magnets and filled with desire he only wished she’d wake up and actually notice for once. He started to go on with his song, thinking that maybe she’d just come out to sit at ringside for his match. But then, she didn’t skip past the ring and take a seat. Instead, she slipped between the ropes, walking towards him slowly, her eyes filled with determination. Elias chuckled. “At least tonight I got a welcome guest, huh guys?” he teased, his eyes locking on hers as he mouthed to her , “What’s going on?” and she just bit her lip, stopping right in front of him. Scarlett took a deep breath. What she was about to do was huge and if Elias took it the wrong way.. Not only would she be in trouble with the higher ups for breaking script to do it, but she might also be losing her best friend too.
“Here goes nothin.” Scarlett lowered herself to sit in Elias’ lap as soon as he’d sat his trusty guitar on the mat, propped against his stool. She took his face in her hands and tugged it closer. “Scarlett?” Elias’ eyes opened wider and he took a shaky breath. “You feelin alright, princess?”
“Never better, Elias. Are you gonna let me do what I came out to do?” Scarlett practically purred against the corner of his mouth as her lip caught it. His hands wandered down, squeezing at her sides, hauling her completely into his lap as his forehead rested against hers and he sighed, the weight of holding it all at bay lifted and making him feel bolder and much more free to do what he’d been dying to since they met as teenagers. “So do it, princess.” his teeth caught on her glossy lower lip and tugged and she whimpered as he continued, “Or better yet, allow me.” his tongue trailing the shape of her lips before slipping past the soft barrier of flesh and tangling with her tongue, deepening the kiss to a point where he could tell she was starting to get dizzy, her legs were digging into his hips and everything around them just kind of fell away. “So.. Happy Valentines Day, I guess?” she giggled as the kiss broke and Elias chuckled. “Only if you’re trying to say you want to be my Valentine, princess.”
“I thought me coming down here in front of the entire fucking free world kind of said that?” Scarlett teased, walking her fingers up and down his bare chest, catching them in the silky scarves adorning his neck as she used them to pull him in for yet another kiss. “Ya know.. we’re probably in serious trouble for this, right?” he hummed against her mouth as she shrugged it off. “I honestly don’t have a single fuck left to give. Maybe they’ll finally let me be your valet instead of sticking me with Orton’s disgusting ass.”
“Oh, they better.”
ENEMIES TO LOVERS;
FRIEDMANN.
“ No. No, no, no.” the elevator came to a shaky stop and Lex crossed her arms, stomping her foot as she glared at MJF, the full of himself wrestler she currently found herself in an angle with. He’d been flirting for weeks and she’d been putting him off as best as possible. Being a smartass with a sharp tongue had it’s benefits. She’d gotten it to a point where he pretty well left her to her own devices until it was time for them to do a scene together.
“My thoughts exactly.” Maxwell shuffled his feet, grumbling about being stuck in the elevator with Lex, his valet. The woman couldn’t hate him less if she tried. Which kind of sucks, he found himself thinking, because I can’t get her out of my fucking head.
“Oh, you can do that? Think, I meant.. I thought shallow and rich prettyboys didn’t have the capacity required.” the jab was out before she could stop it. When he didn’t respond, she gazed at him, biting her lip.
“Can you just maybe shut the fuck up while I try to page someone? Or is that beyond your capacity, Alexandra?”
“It’s Lex, jackass. Lex.”
MJF shrugged, ignoring her as he turned his attention to the elevator control panel. Lex was staring at him and he kept waiting for an explosion, holy hell she was so good at those, he thought to himself, but to his surprise, minutes passed without her saying a word. When he bothered to turn around and he found her sitting on the floor with her back firmly against the wall and her head between her knees, it hit him exactly why she wasn’t saying anything. And he eyed her, a brow raised in concern. Grumbling at himself for not being able to just leave her alone, he sat down beside her.
“Hey..”
“I.. hate small spaces and I’m kind of panicking. Not now.” Lex’s tone was more of a pleading whimper than anything and she wasn’t looking up. It was freaking him out a little if the truth had to be told. He tapped her shoulder gingerly, swearing at himself. The best thing to do was just to leave her alone.
But he knew how claustrophobia worked and he knew that right now, she was probably experiencing some pretty scary physical manifestations of her fear and that was throwing her into a panic attack, which was most likely worsening those physical manifestations. He had to do something.
Lex finally got herself together at least enough to look up to see why he’d tapped her. “I can’t get anyone down in the lobby. If you’ll move forward a little..” MJF suggested it clumsily and the tone caught her off guard. She eyed him and he nodded to the spot between his legs firmly. “I’m afraid of small spaces, that is.. literally the last thing I need.” Lex choked out the words, not seeing how his suggestion would help her relax at all. He grumbled and moved, sliding into place behind her, his arms going around her, his lips right next to her ear. “Breathe in.. Slow.. Breathe out. Close your eyes..”
Lex did as he told her and took a few shaky breaths, her eyes fluttering shut. MJF continued, large rough hands moving carefully and almost gently over her arms. She’d rather die than admit it, but she was calming down just a shade. And the scent of his cologne was relaxing.. The firmness of his body wrapped around her and the warmth of his breath against her ear as he spoke to her in quiet whispers.
“W-why are you being so nice?” she managed to gasp out as he muttered quietly, “Because despite everything, I do care. A lot more than you realize. And you’re kind of freaking me out right now, woman.” He nipped at her earlobe unintentionally and she shivered a little, pressing her back against his chest. “Keep breathing in and out. Focus on something that keeps you calm.”
The only thing she could focus on, was him. And it hit her then, no matter how much she pretended otherwise, the things she felt for him were overwhelming and getting entirely too hard to fight off. She’d been fighting so hard because she thought he was only after a quick lay. Or something else. But the way he was being right now was.. Throwing her totally off guard. “Okay, just.. Please don’t let me go. This is..” she breathed and her lips brushed against the side of his neck as her head rested against his shoulder, “It’s keeping me calm..”
“Good, that’s good. I’m gonna try to page someone again, okay? We’ll get you out of here, if I have to rip the fucking doors open and risk climbing.”
“It’s not that serious. I’m just overreacting.”
“No, no princess. You’re not. It’s a pretty freaky situation. I’m not especially fond of small spaces myself.” MJF muttered against her hair, continuing to move his hands over her upper arms and daring to move them lower, down to ghost over her sides. The elevator started off with a loud creak and a shaky takeoff and rather than spring away like he figured she would, she turned around instead, taking his face in her hands, pulling him into a biting and bruising kiss that he only deepened, his hands groping and ghosting over her body as he lowered his knees and pulled her onto his lap, rubbing himself against her. “Fuck. You’re gonna drive me insane, woman.”
“I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but same.” she mumbled quietly, her breaths coming in short pants as she pressed herself down against him hard, rubbing her body against his. The elevator slid open and the two were so involved in their own little world that they didn’t realize that a group of hotel guests were getting quite the eye full until someone cleared their throat. He stood and so did she, both of them trying to fix themselves, smoothing down their clothes and hurrying off the elevator. About halfway down the hall, MJF caught up to her, shoving her against a wall, pinning her against with his hips. “Where were we, hmm?”
Her hand trailed lazily down his chest, tugging in the waistband of his jeans. “We were right about here.”
Summary: Reader has had a troubled past when it came to partners. She was always nervous about relationships especially when it came to the intimate part of a relationship. Luckily she found Max, he always took care of her and never pressured her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. What happens when she’s finally ready to be intimate with Max?
I’ll never forget the day when Y/n told me about her past. I coudn’t believe that someone could do such a thing to someone as kind and beautiful as Y/n. She explained to me that she struggled to be intimate after what happened and I promised her I would never push her to do something she was uncomfortable with. Normally sex was all I cared about but Y/n changed the way I looked at relationships. I no longer looked at the intimate side, I enjoyed the quality time I would spend with Y/n.
I was on my way to Y/n’s place for our weekly dinner dates. Tonight Y/n wanted to stay in which I had no problem with. She told me she made a delicious dinner and I was excited. On my way, I picked up a fresh bouquet of flowers for her kitchen. Like she said dinner was indeed delicious, she spent all day working on a delicious feast and I felt undeserving of it. After our meal, I helped Y/n clean up and the two of us picked out a movie to watch. It didn’t last long before the two of us began to make out. Every time I found Y/n on my lap all I wanted to do was throw her over my shoulder and make the most beautiful love to her. Every time I had to remind myself that I coudn’t. I wanted Y/n to make that move, we never made it past making out before she told me she coudn’t do it. I know she felt guilty about it but I reassured her that it was okay. I would wait until she was ready, I didn’t care how long it took.
Y/n straddled my waist as she sucked on that sweet spot on my neck that drove me crazy. She delicately started to grind on me, I didn’t mind that we weren’t intimate but there is only so much one can take. It was hard but I had to pry Y/n off me. “I’m sorry, If we don’t stop now I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself,” I told her “What if I don’t want to stop?” she told me. I was confused as to what she was talking about “What?” I asked her “I think I’m ready Max” I coudn’t believe what I was hearing. Was tonight going to be the night?
I held Y/n close as I picked her up and ran up the stairs, carefully placing her on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Y/n. “Yes Max, I’m sure,” she told me reassuringly. “Just say the word and I’ll stop” I removed my clothing before I carefully got on top of Y/n. I removed her clothing carefully like I was unwrapping a delicate present. I placed delicate kisses all over her body, praising her. I lined myself up with her entrance before slowly pushing myself into her. She fought it at first, it was her body’s natural instinct so I talked her through it all. “You’re doing so good baby, just relax. You need to breathe Y/n” I told her. Once her body was able to relax I was able to get fully inside her. I gave her a few moments to adjust before asking her “You alright?” she was alright so I began to slowly began to thrust in and out of her.
I kept a steady rhythm that wasn’t too slow or too fast, just the right amount to keep us both satisfied. Y/n felt so perfect, I felt like I was dreaming. I had imagined this scene so many times before that it was strange that it was actually happening.
“You’re doing so good baby.” I continued to praise Y/n as best as I could along with leaving delicate kisses on her shoulders. I had never quite experienced something like this before. For the first time in my life, I think I was making love. It’s very different than sex, although it’s not as rough it makes up for passion. There was something about all of this. Maybe it was the way we waited so long or the way our fingers intertwined with each other, maybe it was how all of this just felt right. I could feel my release approaching sooner than I initially wanted it to but I could also feel Y/n’s. However, I knew she was unintentionally fighting it.
“You are so close baby, I feel it. Just relax for me. I need you to breathe for me Y/n.” I told her reassuringly “I can’t..” she let out in a shaky breath “Yes you can, I know you can. Let go, give it all to me. I got you, I’ll take care of you baby” I continued to praise. I took my free hand and carefully placed a bit of pressure on Y/n’s stomach. I felt her orgasm wash over her, It triggered my own release. The way she milked me for everything I had made me lost in my own world.
“That’s it, baby, let it out, let it all out. I got you, give it to me” I whispered lovingly as I fucked us through our orgasms. I pulled out of Y/n and held her close to me as we tried to catch our breath. There was something so therapeutic about the two of us lying together in such a state.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked as I traced circles along Y/n’s spine. “No. I really needed that, thank you Max” she told me “I told you I would take care of you”
