#mjf smut

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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: you decide to run your mouth on the car ride from Arena Mexico after Max's return.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⚠️: MJF x gn!reader, unprotected sex, finishing inside reader, hair pulling, choking (with the scarf– cough cough), spanking, max calls reader "sweetheart" alot .

(𝑨/𝑵: there are NOT ENOUGH MJF fics on here and it's an absolute tragedy 💔 this is my attempt at fixing it. shout out my twin @ashethecoolperson for this idea 🙏🏻 i hope you guys enjoy!!!<3)

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Perhaps it wasn't the greatest idea to brat on the same night your boyfriend made his triumphant return to All Elite Wrestling, holding his beloved Triple B above his head and proudly proclaiming himself their true champion

But—there you were, sitting beside Max in some ridiculous rental car he had gotten to drive the two of you from the arena to what was most probably the most expensive hotel in Mexico, not that you'd expect any less from Maxwell Jacob Friedman, of course.

The drive was mostly quiet, save for Max's heavy breathing and the ambiance of Mexico City outside. Max's reacquired Dynamite Diamond glinting off his pinky finger in the dim glow of the street lights you passed. His mind was running a mile a minute, you could tell from the way he—a man who never shut up—was actually quiet for once, his hands practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove.

The drive could've been just that. Calm, peaceful silence while your boyfriend stewed away in his head about the business—it could've. Unfortunately for Max though, you never quite liked silence. So, you began talking.

Normally, Max liked hearing you speak. The same man who enjoyed the sound of his own voice more than anything else in the world, actually shut up and listened once you began speaking—tonight, however, Max didn't particularly like what you were talking about.

Max was in a mood, you could tell and unfortunately that meant you made it worse by talking about how Kenny was the real champion, and how “the people” didn't recognize Max as their champion and how there was a possibility he could lose the qualifier.

Not that you actually believed anything that you were saying, of course you didn't! You believed that your boyfriend was the best professional wrestler on the face of the Earth, but you did so love pushing Max's buttons, watching with faux innocence written all over your face as his jaw ticked in annoyance.

That was exactly how you found yourself here—face down on the bed of your lavish and ridiculously large hotel room, the Burberry print of Max's iconic scarf wrapped tightly around both your throat and Max's hand as he used it to happily pull you backwards at the same time he pushed forward, slowly—slowly entering you from behind.

Max's prized Triple B the only thing on his body as he leaned over you, a soft groan leaving him at the feel of you. The way your body always stretched so easily around him, always so open and willing to let him back inside you again. God, it felt like home to him.

He couldn't see your face but he knew your eyes rolled back the moment he filled you to the hilt. They always did, those precious, pretty eyes of yours. God, he loved them—loved when they were staring up at him full of tears, loved watching them roll back into your skull whenever he filled you to the brim and fuck did he love the way they fluttered shut when you came on his cock, his tongue, his fingers, hell—it didn't matter to him. His ego loved knowing that he made you feel so good you physically couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

He was almost…sad that he didn't get to see it this time, not that he'd wallow in that sadness very long with the way you were squealing, moaning underneath him, half begging him to move. He answered with a sharp slap to the side of your thigh, making you groan deeper into the pillows beneath you. “You telling me what to do, sweetheart?” Max questioned and you could practically hear the smug smirk in his voice.

“Max– baby, please–” you begged, fingers clawing at the sheets. He always did this. He waited, merciful in the action, allowing your body to adjust to his size—he didn't proudly call it “The Maximum Ride” for no reason, but on nights like tonight, when your need for him bordered on feral, you wished for once he'd say screw it and fuck you into the mattress.

After feeling your insides loosen, your body adjusting to him the way you always did so beautifully, Max began thrusting and your cries grew louder. You could feel Max's grin against the back of your shoulder as he leaned down, pressing his body against yours.

You hissed in response, feeling the sudden sting of the cold gold and diamond plates of the Triple B against your back. “Aww,” came Max's voice in response, his hold on the scarf tightening to pull you backwards again, his other hand coming up to push down, making the perfect arch of your back deeper for him. “What's wrong, sweetheart? Too cold for you?”

“Max–”

“Ssshh,” He hushed your little cry of his name, his hips meeting your ass flush, every thrust making you take all of it as he purposely pressed the coldness of the belt against you again. “You gotta feel it." He whispered "That's what success in this fuckin' business feels like." He muttered.

"You feel that sweetheart?" Max grinned, feeling you shiver beneath him. "That's your fuckin’ champion.” He let go of his grip on the scarf, allowing your head to fall forward for a moment—only a moment, before he grabbed hold of your hair, yanking your head back so you could look at him while he drove his hips to meet yours.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Me. I'm–your–fucking–champion. Yeah? Say it, baby.” Max demanded, his words being punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that had you crying out so loud you were sure the rooms on either side of you could hear.

“Y-you—fuck, you're m-my champion, Max.” You managed to half-sob out and your only reward was Max's hand meeting your ass in a hard slap.

“That's fuckin’ right. Run that pretty little mouth about Kenny. Kenny this, Kenny that—does Kenny fuck you like this, baby? Mhm? Kenny make you feel this good?”

“N-no–” You replied, your hands scrambling for purchase in the sheets as Max's free hand came down on your ass again.

“Louder!” Max growled, his thrusts becoming impatient, almost feral as he continuously drove himself into you at a pace that wiped clean all coherent thought in your brain.

“No!” You cried louder, making Max's grin spread wider before his hand met your ass again.

“Who does, mhm? Who fucks you so good you can barely remember your own name?”

“You do!” You responded immediately, knowing that now, as that familiar heat started pooling low in your gut, obedience was the only option. “You—fuck—only you, Max! Only you fuck me so good, Max please– please, please..” you sobbed, begging the man who had you at his mercy.

“That's my baby..” Max praised with a gratified grin, chuckling lowly at your begs and pleas. He knew why you were begging, he could feel the way you were tightening around him. “Aww, you gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna make a pretty little mess on my cock?”

“Yes, Max! God—yes, yes please…please, let me—it swear I'll be good, I'll be so good, I'm sorry–” You sobbed out, tears running freely down your cheeks and chin, eyes cast upwards to watch Max, his grip on your hair tightened again, pulling you further back as he leaned over you once more to press a little kiss to your forehead.

“Cum for me, baby.” Max breathed and you shattered almost immediately, unable to hold out any longer Max followed soon after, thrusting through his orgasm but making sure to keep himself buried inside you, milking himself of every drop and keeping it buried in the one place he loved being the most.

You couldn't help but moan at the slight overstimulation, feeling the sudden warm rush of Max's release filling you to the brim. He stilled for a moment, letting go of your hair, allowing your head to fall forward as he himself slumped forward, resting his forehead against your back, his hands coming up to take a hold of your hips.

He stayed like that for awhile, his forehead pressed to your skin, his hips still flush against your as he caught his breath, after a few moments passed, Max pulled back—pulling out of you and just as you were about to let your body fall limp onto the mattress, he caught your hips, bringing them up again.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Max–?”

“Sshh,” he breathed, his hands moving down to spread you open before his hungry eyes. “I wanna see it…” he muttered, eyes fixed on where you took him and now, from where you leaked him.

Heat rushed to your face instantly, embarrassment quickly settling in your bones as you buried your face in a nearby pillow with a little whine. Max chuckled fondly in response, his fingers quickly collecting any and everything that had leaked and dripped out of you before he pushed it back into you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, body jolting up from the pillows but Max's firm grip on your hips kept you in place as his fingers worked his release back into you.

“Keep it.” He told you, leaning down to place little kisses all the way up your bare back until he reached your shoulder, his voice low, mouth near your ear. “You keep all of it nestled nicely inside you, baby so that every time you go to move or stand, you think twice cuz’ you wouldn't want your champion leaking outta you, would you, baby?”

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my doll

pairing: mjf x fem!reader summary: porn w/o a plot. a little mouthy during a hook-up you didn't know you desperately needed. content(s): semi hate-fuck, hair pulling, degradation and cursing. no physical description of reader. word count: 615 a/n: i have no explanation for this. i am once again making my obsessions everyone's problem. not proofread because i had no shame while writing this.

“Acting like you don’t fucking love it…” he mouthed off in your ear, body pining yours to the bed, creaking the frame with each snap of his hips.

Face buried in the duvet, you squirmed under him. Heat burned in your lower belly, electricity crackled through your limbs.

Max groaned when you shifted, rubbing your thighs together, squeezing even tighter around his cock buried deep inside of you. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, hot breath fanning across sweaty skin.

“Always so fuckin’ wet and tight for me, that’s right baby, just for me?”

You had to fight off the urge to roll your eyes when he lowered his voice, his tone ruminating between your legs. Because at the end of the day, you were here – on your stomach in his hotel room, letting him pound you endlessly into the mattress – and you as much as you hated it, you were big enough to admit that you were just as susceptible to his charm as you always had been. It didn’t mean that you couldn’t give him hell for it, though.

“Fuck off,” you spat before his hand smacked sharply down onto your ass. The sting hit before the sound echoed off the walls.

He peeled back off of you, the cool air of the room replacing his body heat. Almost on instinct, he grabbed your hair, winding it around his fist to pull. Your back arched as a gasp lurched from your throat. Pain prickled through your scalp as he yanked back and bottomed himself out inside of you, stretching you open as his thrusts paused.

“Yeah? Fuck off? Come on baby, look at yourself – back arched, fuckin’ drooling with my cock in you, taking every god damn inch like you were made for it.”

Your body melted at his words, his sick twisted way of getting you off, and you cursed because it was working. Max dropped his head and looked down to where your bodies met – your arousal dripping across your thighs and at the base of his cock.

Wiggling your hips back, desperate to feel more, Max tsked and pressed forward, pressing you into the mattress with no give, nowhere to go. His other hand at your hip pinned you down.

“I didn’t say you could move baby, what is it? You desperate to cum all over my cock?”

“Yes, yes,” you finally cave with a cry. “Fuck,”

“Oh but you love it when I’m so mean to you, right, baby? Love it when I fuck you just like this? Make you so desperate for me?”

“Yes, yes,”

“There she is,” you could hear the smug grin in his voice.

Dropping your hair, you let out a small sigh and your head falls forward again, chin tucked against the mattress while you whine – he pulls his hips back, the head of his cock notched at your needy entrance before thrusting back in one motion, over and over, slowly, dragging his length over every sweet spot that had your body shaking under him.

“That’s it doll,” he purred before dropping back over you, elbow pressing into the mattress as he wrapped the other arm around your neck. His mouth was hot on your ear and his words rattled around in your mind, unable to think about anything except how fucking good he feels, and how much you hate to admit it.

So you don't say anything at all, instead, you take everything he gives you.

[deepdisireslonging]

Eight Miracles With You

The Reader is invited to participate with MJF’s family Hanukkah traditions. She enjoys being included. But Max’s mind wanders as he sees her in the candlelight and can’t wait to get her alone at home.

Pairing: Maxwell Jacob Friedman x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, Smut, oral (male receiving), lipstick kink (is that a thing?), dirty talk, slight degradation, overstimulation, p-in-v, cock-warming, implied further smut

Word Count: 2900 (omg)

Note: Firstly, just: this man. Secondly: this one came out really intense. Please let me know how you guys enjoyed it with comments and reblogs! Keyboard smashes and emojis are great feedback too. Happy holidays and happy reading!

Max couldn’t take his eyes off of you. This was the first year you’d been able to participate with his family’s Hanukkah celebrations at his parent’s house. It was the family tradition to meet all in one place for the first night and the lighting of the first candle. He swore that you glowed brighter than the candles.

All night, you asked questions about the differences in traditions between your family and his, details about recipes for latkes, and sang along with his parents. You spun the dreidel with his younger cousins. Their familiar bickering about wins and losses mirrored how you handled his opponents in and around the ring. But here, you had a patience that made his chest tight.

What got him the most, though, was the candle lighting.

At each of the windows, family members placed their personal menorahs on the sills. Your candelabra sat next to his, flush with the window so as not to overlap the candles. The shamash candles were passed around to collect the flame. As the sun was setting, the candles were lit at each window, warming the room with their light and passing the light into the cold world outside. Inside, the house lights remained on, keeping his family in view with more light than their menorahs. Max sang the blessings softly, watching you over the radiance of the candlelight. He stumbled over the words; ones that he’d been singing since his childhood. He kept watching your mouth as you talked, sang, or laughed during the rest of the evening. How your hands fluttered as you talked. The dress you wore was one he’d seen before. But how it swirled around your knees as you walked had him licking his lips and his hands running through his hair.

It took forever to say goodbye. The candles were snuffed out after half an hour. But it took another forty-five minutes before it was just the two of you and his parents. After final goodbyes and the drive home, you finally noticed how fidgety he seemed. You barely sat your menorahs in the front windows before he was mumbling about needing to do something and hurrying upstairs.

You shook your head. As much as he loved being the center of attention in the ring, you hoped the crowd of family hadn’t been too much. You gave him space. In the meantime, you cleaned the kitchen from your earlier rush to prepare the sweets you took to the lighting. With a sigh, you turned off the kitchen lights and headed up stairs.

But upstairs was dark too.

“Max?”

At first, you didn’t hear a reply. Then you noticed the glow coming from your bedroom.

“I’m back here,” Max finally responded.

When you stepped into the bedroom, you gasped. Every flat surface was covered in candles. Tea-lights, tall candles, even a string of fairy lights surrounded the bed. You kept your hands clasped over your chest. “What’s all this?”

“I… well,” he floundered while running a hand through his curls.

You thought for a moment. “Maxwell. Were you a little… distracted during the candle lighting this evening?”

“Maybe.” He grinned at you and tugged you close. “Okay. Maybe a lot.”

Again, you looked around. You closed your eyes as you asked, “so instead of focusing on the miracle you were thinking about – ”

“The miracle of you coming into my life, yes.” With the way his fingers were trailing up and down your back, he wasn’t reticent in the slightest. You asked if something like this was allowed. “Well… it’d forbidden to fast during Hanukkah. So, if you’re up for it, we are allowed to, ah,” he kissed your forehead and began to let his hands wander.

You rolled your eyes. “I thought you were the one who had to be ‘up for it’ in these kind of situations.” To test your theory, you slid your hand down to the front of his pants. He was, indeed, up for it. “Okay. You’ve got the candles. You’ve got me. What’s your next step?”

He swallowed hard; his gaze homed in on your lips. “Not a clue. All I want to, all I’ve wanted to do all night was kiss you.”

“Then what are you waiting on? Another miracle?” You slid your hands up his chest and behind his neck. You scratched lightly at the bottom edge of his curls. “Come down here, Scarf Boy, and kiss me.”

With a smirk, he did just that. Small, teasing kisses at first. But as you leaned into him and hummed into his mouth, Max kissed you harder and held you tighter. His hands splayed wide around your hips, trying to feel as much of you as possible. He groaned as your hands did the same to his back and biceps. When you were breathless, he broke away.

“How you doin’ down there, sweet cheeks?”

All you could manage was a “mhmm.”

Proud of himself, he helped your legs wrap around his waist. The bed was soon under you, but Max kept you wrapped around him so he could grind into your rolling hips. He glanced down at your skirt riding up. He rocked into you harder until the fabric was bunched up around your waist. He smiled into your kisses. With a chuckle against the curve of your neck, he leaned you up with a hand behind your head. His other hand slipped between your bodies. With a little teasing and a little rubbing, he succeeded in wringing your arousal through to the front of your panties. Your jolts and whines didn’t make him stop. What did freeze him was how glossy your eyes looked. And how your mouth parted perfectly around those tiny gasps that he loved.

Glancing at your boudoir, his mind spun with an idea.

“Hey, Baby, you gonna take good care of me?” He suckled a soft mark on your neck. “Gonna take care of me so I can take real good care of you?”

You followed his glances to your collection of hair and makeup products scattered haphazardly over the low desk. “Always. But – What do you have in mind?”

He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before shifting off the bed. When he came back, he had one of your lipsticks in hand. He summoned you to sit on the edge of the mattress with a curl of his fingers.

You frowned at the tube he chose. It wasn’t one you used often. The lipstick was too dark for regular use, and really only looked good when you were expecting to be flushed. Realization froze you in place as Max lightly gripped your chin. Your lips parted so he could apply the color to your lips. It didn’t take much to image how you looked to him. Cheeks flushed from his kisses. Eyes wide with realizing what he meant to do. Lips parted in an “oh.”

With his thumb, he smeared the thick layer of color across your bottom lip. “Perfect.” He grinned. “Caught up yet?”

To answer, you reached for his belt buckle.

Max toed out of his shoes and helped your hands rid him of his pants. The button-down shirt hung open over his undershirt, though it was tight enough that you could watch his tummy contract. He regripped your chin as you brought his cock into the open. Back and forth, he enjoyed smearing your lipstick. He couldn’t wait to see what you’d look like after he filled your mouth with his length. A small hiss escaped through his teeth as your thumb circled his tip, smearing the precum there.

His head fell back as you began to kiss and down his length. When he managed to look down again, his breath stuttered to see the red lip prints that you’d left behind.

“Come on, Baby. Mark me up.” He spread his hand over the back of your head. As you swallowed him down, bit by bit, his words stuttered out between rushed breaths. “Love seeing your lips around my cock. Been dreamin’ – use your tongue, just like that – dreamin’ about having you like this all day. Been wanting to feel that mouth just like this.” He groaned as you added your hands to your movements, cupping and massaging his balls to make him twitch in your mouth. “We both know you’re too good for me. But then I’ve got you like this and – easy woman – and I think maybe you’re just as much a degenerate as I am.”

You slid off his cock with a pop. “Darling… you talk to much.”

“Make me shut up then.”

After a smirk, you took a deep breath. Max braced himself for what he knew was coming next.

Relaxing your jaw and throat as best you could, you worked your way back down his length until your lips could rest at the base of it with your nose pressed against his abdomen. Max’s eyes rolled. His thighs twitched as he fought the need to begin thrusting in and out of your mouth. Anything he wanted to say stuttered on his tongue, refusing to make any sense while you had him sucked down so well. He stumbled through a few sounds as you hollowed and sucked your cheeks.

“Gonna, gonna burst. Move, woman.”

Lightly grazing your teeth along his underside, you slid off again. He whined, tightening his grip on the back of your head. “What? I thought you wanted me to move?”

He used his thumb to hold open your jaw. “Fine. Stay still and I’ll move.” He glared at the innocent smile you gave him. Already, the color on your lips was smeared nearly past recognition. But he needed to see it obliterated. Max filled your mouth again. The sensitivity of his cock jarred as your tongue worked around him. With a grunt, he did his best to hold back. Thrusting, he took what he wanted.

Your hands slid up and down his thighs. If he slowed down, you picked up the pace. He wanted to see you debauched, and you were willing to give it to him. But you also wanted to see him wrecked.

The tightening of his hand on your head was the only warning you had before he spilled down your throat. As you swallowed, you kept him in place by gripping his hips. He tried to get away, but you took your time coming off him. When you did, you took his length in hand and guided him to lay on top of you on the bed. He grunted against the side of your neck as you gently stroked him.

“Ea-easy.” He batted your hand away. Before you could snark at him, he reached down for your slick. It didn’t take much movement from his fingers before he could triumphantly watch your eyes close with pleasure. And it didn’t take much more to remove your dress and panties. Before you could bother with removing your bra (one of the lacy blue ones that he liked) he rolled you to sit on his hips.

You squinted at him.

Max swung his hands up and back behind his head. “What?”

“What happened to I take care of you so can take really good care of me?”

“We’re getting there.” He shifted his hips under you, his half-hard cock laid out for your view. “Can’t take care of you with this. So, help a guy out.” Max smirked at you.

His face was pretty, you had to admit. Punchable. But pretty.

In Max’s view, you were stunning. The candlelight glimmered across your bared skin, flickering and giving your face different angles of illumination. You were irritated with him, but beautiful. His stomach contracted under your hand while you thumbed across the blurred line of lipstick at the base of his cock. Panting, he kept still as you pushed his undershirt up so you could see his abs. They flexed as you curled your fingers around his length, gently stroking him.

When you began to roll your hips over his stomach, with his cock trapped between you, the both of you had to moan. You with neediness, and Max with overstimulation. The wetness that had grown with sucking him off slicked up his cock and stomach. You slid back and forth, chasing the sensation of his cockhead catching your clit. But then Max reached up and took care of your bud with his thumb. You braced your hands on his chest.

“Look at you,” he breathed. “Ridin’ me like a perfect slut. My slut. If you hang around me too much longer, I’ll ruin you.”

You licked your lips. “You’re already ruined me, Max. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

His other hand landed on your waist, guiding you to slide faster. Your slick gushed, giving him plenty to work with to rub up over your clit. He teased you for the mess you were making. How he wasn’t even in you yet, and you looked like you were fucked head over heels.

“You gonna cum, Baby? Just from sliding back and forth on my cock? What would your fans think of you if they knew this was the woman you became when the cameras turned off? My valet, my woman, so cock-drunk she can’t even see straight.” He used his hips to push you higher on your knees. With the extra space, he curled his fingers into your heat. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Desperately, you nodded. All you needed was for him to keep moving his fingers like that. Just a little longer. But as he dragged them out, you keened. Between you, his cock had hardened again. He guided you back and forth, gasping to feel how wet you were. “Max-“

“Gonna take good care of you. Can you wait for me?” He ground his thumb into your clit, hoping to bring you to the brink. He had a feeling he wouldn’t last long once he had your walls around him.

“No.” Your limbs stiffened and your vision blurred as Max’s work sent you over the edge. You tried to fall forward onto his chest, but he forced you keep sitting on his lap as he laid there.

“Did you just cum?” He laughed, awed. “Poor thing. Just came around nothing. Don’t worry; I can fix that.” Lifting up your hips again, he speared you bit by bit onto his length.

Your thighs quaked on either side of his hips. Full of him and reeling from your release, your body couldn’t decide if it wanted him in or out. Your walls fluttered around his length. Beneath you, Max struggled to hold still as your body decided. Looking at the scrunch of his brow and hearing the raspiness of his breath, you knew he was close. You slid your hand up his chest. His hand caught yours after your thumb flicked over his nipple.

“Hey-“

“What?” You gently rolled your hips, making both of you gasp. “Are you the only one in this house allowed to take charge?”

Cheekily, he risked a grin that disappeared into a moan as you rolled your hips again. “I – I thought I was.”

“Are you sure about that?”

His answer was to grip your hips tight. Hands warm and grasping, their paired strength held you in place for his hips to thrust up. Your hands fell to lay over his. As he made you bounce on his lap, you did your best to keep your seat. Max watched you fall apart through lidded eyes. Heart thundering in his ears, he could still hear your cries and the prayer of his name falling from your lips. He watched your throat and lips. He watched your breasts bounce as he thrust. And he felt your walls clamping tighter and tighter around his length with each spear into your heat.

“Getting’ close, baby?”

You nodded frantically. Eyes screwed shut, you slammed yourself down and wriggled your hips, chasing the sensation of being completely full.

“Come on then,” he breathed, “cum for me. Gonna fill you up so good.”

He reached for your clit, circling it until you saw stars. The flames and glow of the fairy lights blurred into one radiance with Max’s awe-struck face in the center. It was the last thing you saw before you came with a shout. Your eyes clamped shut. As he continued to thrust, you fell forward to brace yourself on his stomach. You clawed at his skin, leaving thin red welts. Max groaned, then whined your name before his body shuddered. His release spilled into you, warming your already-flushed body from the inside out. The cum that spilled out around his length mixed with the mess already spread across his lap.

Dazed, you didn’t realize he hadn’t pulled out until you were laying on your side and he was lifting your leg over his thigh. “Max-“

“Hmm?”

“What – what are you doing?”

“Well, you blew me till I came. I made you cum. Then we each came again. That leaves four more.”

“Four?” You whimpered as he slowly rolled his hips. “What? Did you think we were done?” He kissed the end of your nose before burying his head into the crook of your neck and sucking a mark on your pulse point. “Nuh-uh. Have to get to eight. One for each candle and night of the miracle. Not letting you go. Not yet.”

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Masterlist

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Other MJF Fics:

A Tease of the Worst Kind (S, Ficlet)

Finish Me (S, Ficlet)

Power Struggle (Whump)

STFU (S, Summer Song-Fic Playlist)

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Other Wrestling Holiday Fics:

Snow Kisses (F) - Jack Gallagher

Happy to Help (Male!Reader, AR, F, implied S, M|M) - Ricochet

Warm Me Up (AR, S, Virgin Reader) - Elias Samson

Rain Check (F, A, Book/Coffee Shop AU) - Ceasaro/Claudio Castignoli

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Hello Bunny!! I'm not too sure if you do works based on pro wrestling. But if you did, I'd love love love if you did something for Maxwell Jacob Friedman (AEW). Feel free to totally delete if you don't want to do it or know nothing about it!

If you do accept it, I'd love s'mores, belgian waffles with a side of dark hot chocolate and bubble tea! (I hope you can see my vision!)

Tysm <333 - 🤼

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want to suggest your own order? hit up the menu! c'mon, it doesn't bite! i accept prompts from across many fandoms and i'll do whatever at this point. as for this lovely anon, thank you for submitting a prompt! i know sometimes it can be a bit confusing about sending outside of the traditional fandoms. but honestly, i'm willing to dig my hands into figuring out how to put this together! so thank you! enjoy!!

and feel free to check out the master-list!

s'mores ("The accent gets to you, doesn't it?") + belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + dark hot chocolate (sub!reader) + bubble tea (daddy kink) served by maxwell jacob friedman (aew/wrestling)!!

cw: smut/pwp, mean & cocky!mjf (duh), rough sex, daddy kink, sub/dom dynamics, dirty talk, voice kink, face-fucking/oral sex

you'd never consider maxwell a bully. even when he got in your face, you always tried to stand toe-to-toe with him. there was something about him, something that drove you to want to push him to the limit.

but if you bit, then maxwell returned the favour til it broke bone.

"The accent gets to you, doesn't it?" he said with all smiles, pointed and venomous. his face close to yours, if things were more softer, then the scene might have been intimate.

instead you pushed him away by the forehead and replied, "honestly. your voice is the reason why the rest of the world thinks americans are stupid." you'd grow to regret your words.

"you are so cute when you squirm." he shook his head, a smile on his lips as he leaned a little forward to get a better look at you, "sometimes a girl's gotta know her place, huh? making a sick joke out of me in front of everyone else."

he loomed over you like a storm cloud as you knelt between his legs. your mouth stuffed full of his cock as you tried to keep it together. his hand was in your hair, forcing you to go down further.

"i should really start going around and saying '"i cum in that every night.' because i don't want people to get the wrong idea about you. oh poor you, dealing with me every day." he gave you a look of faux sympathy, "they probably think you're the one who pulls my leash. no, no. you have it all wrong." he pushed up into your throat a little more, "i have you on a short leash, don't i, baby girl? you like when daddy yanks on it a little too hard. you like getting choked, and don't you deny it." your gaze met with his and drool coated your chin. you couldn't even speak back.

perfectly at maxwell's mercy.

he continued to rub his cock up against the back of your throat. it felt good, he had spent many months trying to face fuck the gag reflex out of you. and it seemed to be working.

"see, you look better like this, angel. on your knees, my cock in your throat. quiet. you always look better when you're not being a snappy little bitch." he groaned as he continued to fuck your throat. he hissed through his teeth as he kept his gaze on your head.

your eyes were closed, but he knew that they were a bit dewy. someone can only choke on cock for so long before they start to cry. as was the nature of things.

you gagged a little bit, but maxwell just pushed a little farther. you gripped onto his knees. your nose buried in his pubic hair, when you inhaled, you took in the scent of his sweat. which both disgusted you, but also made you slick between your legs.

maxwell was the kind of domineering that left you with aches and pains. he liked when his smacks across your ass made the flesh shake or when his hands made a pretty necklace around your delicate throat. the bulkiness of him pressed down on you to keep you pinned under him.

he moved you to his liking, twisting up his baby girl in a way that got him off. but don't worry angel, daddy would make it all better in the end.

he took your mouth off his cock for a moment and gazed at your blissed out expression. even your tongue hung out of your mouth a little. the sight made him chuckle, "see, you can be a good girl for daddy. i'm so proud... now why don't you prove yourself to me and finish me off." then leaned back into the couch. he patted his thigh, "c'mon. if you're gonna act like a brat and talk back to me. then i gotta bruise that little throat of yours so you keep quiet." he smiled at you and you felt pleasure lick at your gut.

if anyone saw and heard what you two were doing. the sickening words that maxwell was filling with your head. then it would definitely raise some eyebrows. but you swallowed and rubbed your bare thighs together.

for you, it was hot.

you got your mouth back on his cock and didn't even flinch when the blunt tip of his cock hit against the back of your throat. you made a small whimpering nose and maxwell hissed through his teeth.

"pretty fucking thing. yeah, you like this don't you? you like when guys who could crush you fuck your throat until they get their sick kicks. i bet i could throw you to the rest of them and you'd be happy to let them fuck you into next week." he clutched onto your hair, "but too bad for you, slut. because you're not going anywhere."

not that you wanted to. you were perfectly content with this bared fang sexual experience. you let him throat fuck you and you held onto his legs. you tried to keep up, but it was hard.

maxwell's pace was erratic and it made flashes appear in the back of your head. he knew he was close. he could feel the tightness in his gut as he continued to bully his cock into your mouth.

"dirty girl. fucking dirty girl. just take me nice and good, okay? take care of your daddy and he'll make everything else better. okay? can you do that for me." he groaned as his pace became more erratic.

he knew he'd have the rest of the night with you. by the end of it, it would be more than your throat that was bruised. he gave it a few heavy thrusts before he came down your throat.

you made a small noise as you tried to swallow it all down and maxwell stilled to a stop. he kept his cock in your mouth for a moment, letting it rest on your tongue. he wished his phone was near by, he'd love to make his lockscreen a picture of you like that.

he rubbed your cheek with more affection than anything else the entire night. he took his cock out of your mouth and watched you rest your cheek against his thick thigh.

his dewy eyed little princess. it was almost cute. he patted your cheek and said, "alright, let's got you up. come here, come to daddy." he said as he helped you into his lap. so naked and vulnerable.

you rested up against his chest and gasped for hair. having a limited supply for so long made it all a bit too much. but yet you were soaked against his strong thigh.

maxwell promised he'd make it all better. he wasn't a monster, he'd always make sure that his baby girl was alright. <3

[daddyhausen]

mjf talking u through it🫣

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「 SUMMARY 」 — talking you through it hcs w/ mjf

「 WARNINGS 」 —smut, 18+ [ MINORS DNI ]

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 114

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x mjf

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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you half expected him to be wrapped up in his own pleasure

so it came as quite a surprise when max was being all attentive to your needs

his words, although sweet and caring, held a hint of flirtation and dominance to them

he may be an asshole but he’s also a gentleman

“such a good girl, takin’ all of me so well”

“i know it feels good sweetheart”

“c’mon baby, just a little more. that’s it princess”

in the same breath, he’ll call you the filthiest things under the sun

“such a perfect little slut”

“greedy little whore, so desperate for my cum now, aren’t you”

all underlaid with praise only for you

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[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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. 

[crossrhodez]

Better Than You (18+) Chapter 4 - Mjf X Fem!Reader

Paring(s): Mjf x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Swearing, smut! 18+ hate Fuck, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking,

Genre(s): Smut,enemies-to-lovers au

Word Count: 3506

Better Than You Masterlist

As they made their way back to their hotel room, the tension between Y/n and Max was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog. Each step seemed to widen the gap between them, burdened by the weight of their unspoken grievances.

Y/n felt a simmering frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior, Britt and Adam had left again to go into town to grab some things we needed. Y/n knew she would have to stay in the room with Max for at least an hour The strained silence between them had become unbearable, a constant reminder of the growing rift. She couldn't shake the sinking feeling that their once-strong connection was slipping away, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Max's brooding silence only served to intensify the tension, his impassive demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within Y/n. His eyes bore into her, a silent challenge that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Finally breaking the stifling silence, Y/n let out a frustrated sigh, her patience wearing thin. "What's on your mind, Max?" she asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Max's jaw clenched at her question, his expression a mixture of frustration and hurt. "You really want to know?" he retorted, his tone sharp with emotion. "Maybe if you weren't so damn stubborn—"

Y/n's temper flared at his accusation, her frustration boiling over. "Stubborn? How I literally haven't talked to you almost all day" she shot back, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You're the one who refuses to speak—"

Max's eyes flashed with indignation, his resolve hardening as he stepped closer to Y/n, closing the gap between them with deliberate intent. "Refuses to speak about what, exactly?" he challenged, his voice low and dangerously seductive.

Y/n felt a surge of defiance coursing through her veins, her own resolve matching his as she met his gaze head-on. "The truth on—" he interrupted her once again.

Their proximity ignited a firestorm of emotions, the air crackling with tension as they stood locked in a battle of wills. In that charged moment, there was no denying the magnetic pull drawing them together, a primal attraction that defied reason.

Max's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability slipping through his steely exterior. "What? You wanna talk about the way you're obsessed with me huh?" He spat. "W-What I'm not obsessed with you, you're so fucking full of yourself that it's suffocating." she stuttered. "Oh come on just stop lying, I can tell by the way you look at me, the way you respond to my touch—" as he started to snake his hands around Y/N's waist.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding erratically as she struggled to maintain her composure. "You wish I would never like a piece of sh—"

With a sudden surge of boldness, Max closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers in a heated kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. It was a kiss fueled by years of pent-up desire, a reckless abandon that left them both reeling with emotion.

Y/n's hands found their way to Max's chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she melted into the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of passion. He started to back Y/n onto the bed. Now he was on top of her and in that moment, there was no past, no future—only the intoxicating present.

Their lips moved in a frantic dance of longing and desire, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensations that consumed them both. The world fell away around them, leaving only the pulsing rhythm of their hearts and the searing heat of their shared passion.

But as they finally broke apart, breathless and dizzy with desire, she couldn't even think Max was the only thing on her mind. As they stared into each other's eyes, Max's hands started traveling down Y/N's body and stopped at the top of her gym shorts.

"I thought you hated me?" He said as he toyed with the top of her shorts. "I do" She whined. "Oh okay, then I'll stop". "No No Please don't stop" He laughed "You're so cute when you beg"

A beat, as Max’s hands continue moving, pulling down her shorts. Y/n lets out a small gasp, her voice trembling with vulnerability. " I bet you're so wet right now just by the way you're reacting"

Max is not fooled though, and his playful smile only grows wider. He pulls her closer, his hands still moving down the hem of her shorts, his lips almost teasingly close to her face. Still staring into her eyes, he whispers playfully. “You really think I’ll let you go that easily?” His hands finally reach the elastic of her shorts, pausing for a split second before he slowly starts to pull them down. Y/N lets out a small whimper as her heart begins to beat louder and faster.

He sticks his hand into her shorts and panties to run his thick fingers through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.

“What’d I say? you’re fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by me”

A small whimper escapes your lips when Max shoves his index finger into her soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on hers. You could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching Y/n fall apart for him, and he loved the control he had over her in the moment.

And as much as she wanted to push him off, tell him to go fuck himself, She was enjoying this too much.

“Max” Y/n breathed out, chest heaving up and down.

He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into her cunt. He begins harshly thrusting them in and out of her, his palm firmly pressed against her clit.

Y/n feels your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

“i-i’m gonna cum, Max. fuck, s’close!” She whines, grinding herself against his hand, chasing her high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. She begins clenching around his fingers,her release threatening to burst out of you.

Max stops, pulling his fingers from inside Y/n and sucking them clean. “Mmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?”

Y/n throws your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. “Max what the fuck, why’d you stop?!”

He chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moans against his lips when she tastes herself on his tongue.

He pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. “bratty little sluts like you don’t get to cum that easily”

She pouts. “but-“ you begin but your words die on your tongue, Max’s tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.

“Take your clothes off, now”

She hesitantly pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of Max for your liking.

Max sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of Y/N's naked body.

he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you weren’t afraid of him, but after the way he’s been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.

“Don’t be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist, got it?”

“o-okay”

He pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. Her eyes go wide when she sees his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. you’d always heard rumors about Max’s size, but seeing it for herself, he looked much bigger than you’d expected.

Max leans forward, gripping your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making her cock her head to the side in confusion.

“C’mon, lay across my lap”

She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she was too turned on to care. Whatever he had in store for her would be worth it.

She winced, feeling Max's hand land harshly on her ass, making her whimper. “What're you—” Slap! Max’s hand landed another harsh slap against her ass, tears forming in her eyes from the pain left behind.

“Just a little discipline. You need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude,” he growled.

He landed another harsh slap to the other side of her ass, the burn she felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down her face.

Max began rubbing at her ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. She sighed in relief when she thought he was finally done with the spanking, but her mind went blank when she felt him land yet another rough smack.

He pulled her up, sitting her on the hotel bed and wiping his thumb across her cheek. “Stop fucking crying.”

She sniffled, nodding her head and wiping her tears away.

She watched as Max made his way to the bathroom , returning quickly with a condom in hand. She watched in awe as he slid his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

“Stop staring, princess. S’not nice,” she met his eyes, an amused smirk on his face when he saw the look of fear in her eyes. He stroked himself a few times before ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward her. “It'll fit, don't worry. And if it doesn’t, I’ll make it fit.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding as she watched him fall onto the bed. “Come sit on my cock. Want you to ride me.”

She stood from her spot on the bed so quickly she tripped over her own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into Max’s chest. She threw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. She began grinding her hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“Stop fucking teasing me, I don’t want to have to hurt you again, but I will.”

She nodded her head, reaching behind her and grasping his cock in her hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with her entrance. She pushed the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushed into her.

Max groaned. “Fuuuck.”

She fully sank herself onto him, a loud moan falling past her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat still, trying to adjust to his size.

Max gripped her hips, sliding her up slowly before pushing her back down harshly. Her breath hitched in her throat when the head of his cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck, Max, fuck!”

He landed a slap to her ass, a whimper falling from her lips at the action. “Move, now,” Max demanded, both his hands landing harsh slaps to her ass cheeks again.

She quickly did as he said, bouncing herself up and down his length. The sounds of both their skin slapping together, soft whimpers, and loud moans filled the room.

Max ran his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as she continued to bounce herself up and down. “Such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you.”

She whimpered, Max’s cock pushing into her so deep she could feel it in her stomach. The head of his cock continuously hit at her sweet spot, the band in her belly beginning to tighten, her vision blurred with tears. “Max, I’m gonna cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

She heard Max tsk, his hands making purchase on her hips again as he stopped her movements. “You don’t fucking cum until I say you can, got it? Brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want.”

She whined, her hand slithering between the two of them, fingers finding her clit instantly. She began rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bud, trying to chase her orgasm despite Max’s telling her no.

Max’s hand grabbed hers, pulling it from her clit and twisting her arm behind her back. “Are you disobeying me, princess? I would recommend you not do that.”

Max began pounding his hips up into hers, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from her lips at his continued abuse to her cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Who knew the girl I fucking hate would feel so fucking good?” Max groaned, his voice low and raspy.

He began placing sloppy kisses around her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. She felt his thrusts getting sloppy, letting her know he was close to his orgasm. “Max, can I please cum? Please,” she whined, tears flowing down her face from the pressure she felt between her thighs.

Max sank his teeth into her shoulder, his dick stiffening as he burst into the condom.

“Fuckfuck, go on, cum. Be a good slut and cum all over me.”

His words were all it took to send her flying over the edge, her release bursting from her in body-shaking euphoria.

“Max, shit, feels so fucking good, Max,” she cried out, his hips pounding into her a few more times before he went limp beneath her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to slow her breathing. Max slapped at her ass, making her lift her head as he lifted her from his lap, tossing her to the side.

She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she was too turned on to care. Whatever he had in store for her would be worth it.

She winced, feeling Max's hand land harshly on her ass, making her whimper. “What're you—” Slap! Max’s hand landed another harsh slap against her ass, tears forming in her eyes from the pain left behind.

“Just a little discipline. You need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude,” he growled.

He landed another harsh slap to the other side of her ass, the burn she felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down her face.

Max began rubbing at her ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. She sighed in relief when she thought he was finally done with the spanking, but her mind went blank when she felt him land yet another rough smack.

He pulled her up, sitting her on the hotel bed and wiping his thumb across her cheek. “Stop fucking crying.”

She sniffled, nodding her head and wiping her tears away.

She watched as Max made his way toward John B's room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. She watched in awe as he slid his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

“Stop staring, princess. S’not nice,” she met his eyes, an amused smirk on his face when he saw the look of fear in her eyes. He stroked himself a few times before ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward her. “It'll fit, don't worry. And if it doesn’t, I’ll make it fit.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding as she watched him fall onto the bed. “Come sit on my cock. Want you to ride me.”

She stood from her spot on the bed so quickly she tripped over her own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into Max’s chest. She threw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. She began grinding her hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“Stop fucking teasing me, I don’t want to have to hurt you again, but I will.”

She nodded her head, reaching behind her and grasping his cock in her hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with her entrance. She pushed the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushed into her.

Max groaned. “Fuuuck.”

She fully sank herself onto him, a loud moan falling past her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat still, trying to adjust to his size.

Max gripped her hips, sliding her up slowly before pushing her back down harshly. Her breath hitched in her throat when the head of his cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck, Max, fuck!”

He landed a slap to her ass, a whimper falling from her lips at the action. “Move, now,” Max demanded, both his hands landing harsh slaps to her ass cheeks again.

She quickly did as he said, bouncing herself up and down his length. The sounds of both their skin slapping together, soft whimpers, and loud moans filled the room.

Max ran his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as she continued to bounce herself up and down. “Such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you.”

She whimpered, Max’s cock pushing into her so deep she could feel it in her stomach. The head of his cock continuously hit at her sweet spot, the band in her belly beginning to tighten, her vision blurred with tears. “Max, I’m gonna cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

She heard Max tsk, his hands making purchase on her hips again as he stopped her movements. “You don’t fucking cum until I say you can, got it? Brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want.”

She whined, her hand slithering between the two of them, fingers finding her clit instantly. She began rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bud, trying to chase her orgasm despite Max’s telling her no.

Max’s hand grabbed hers, pulling it from her clit and twisting her arm behind her back. “Are you disobeying me, princess? I would recommend you not do that.”

Max began pounding his hips up into hers, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from her lips at his continued abuse to her cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Who knew the girl I fucking hate would feel so fucking good?” Max groaned, his voice low and raspy.

He began placing sloppy kisses around her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. She felt his thrusts getting sloppy, letting her know he was close to his orgasm. “Max, can I please cum? Please,” she whined, tears flowing down her face from the pressure she felt between her thighs.

Max sank his teeth into her shoulder, his dick stiffening as he burst into the condom.

“Fuckfuck, go on, cum. Be a good slut and cum all over me.”

His words were all it took to send her flying over the edge, her release bursting from her in body-shaking euphoria.

“Max, shit, feels so fucking good, Max,” she cried out, his hips pounding into her a few more times before he went limp beneath her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to slow her breathing. Max slapped at her ass, making her lift her head as he lifted her from his lap, tossing her to the side.

Max chuckled, standing from the bed and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. “Thanks for that, I’m gonna sleep good now.”

He opened the mini fridge, pulling out a soda and opening it. He took a long sip as he made his way back into the bathroom, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.

“We don’t talk about this, ever. Got it? It was just...hate sex? Someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. This changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and I still hate you.”

What the hell just happened.

[evalolxo]

Lover

MJF x reader

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table i’ll save you a seat

lover”

warnings - short asf, fluff, soft as

“where is your boyfriend you always talk to so much about y/n” my friend asked and i looked around nervously.

my boyfriend, max, was supposed to be meeting my friends today, i knew he didn’t want too but i didn’t expect him to blow it off without telling me.

“he’ll be here soon” i just stated my eyes traveling to the entrance and seeing no sign.

“excuse me, can i take this chair for my table?” a man came up to our table pointing at the chair next to me with a smile.

i protectively grabbed the chair.

“sorry, we’re waiting for someone else to come” i stated and my friends scoffed and the man nodded understanding and walking off.

i kept my hand on the chair and looked to the entrance sadly again.

“he’s not coming” i heard one of my friends whisper to the other and i sighed, i looked down at the menu but couldn’t focus on the words.

“i’m so fucking sorry i’m late, the line in the shop was crazy” i heard that oh so familiar voice and turned around quickly and seen max with a bouquet of roses in his hand.

he quickly sat down on the seat and handed me the roses.

“i saved a seat for you” i told him and he kissed my cheek as a thank you before turning to my friends.

“what’s up, i’m max, the fastest rising star in the history of professional wrestling” he introduced himself and i giggled and my friends eyes just widened and the situation in front of them.

i was giggling like a school girl holding roses while my boyfriend had introduced himself, didn’t wait for a response before turning back to me instantly and smiling.

“uhm, i’m jane”

“and i’m christa”

“yeah whatever, anyway how was your day babe?” max waved them off before turning fully to me in his chair, making sure his full attention was on me and nothing else.

“can i get your guys order?” a waiter came up to us and max turned to him offended.

“my girl was about to tell me about her day, we are busy right now” he told the waiter angrily and the waiter walked away a little embarrassed making me slap max’s arm lightly.

“don’t do that, and my day was going well, until you showed up” i joked and max looked at me in a jokingly offended way.

it seemed both of us had totally forgot that my friends were also here.

“i am very offended, i may have been late but it was for a great cause, im seducing you with those roses so later we can-“

i cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth before he come out with any profanities and i giggled and i felt him smile on the palm of my hand.

“save your dirty jokes” i told him still giggling and he nodded defeated but was still smiling.

“you two are disgusting” my friend jane stated and we both turned to her, we had totally forgot they were there.

“y/n is my lover, we’ll be disgusting if we want” i love this fucking man.