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day 14: pussydrunk x max (mv33)
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☆ warnings: pussy obsessed!max, oral fixation, overstim, praise, tongue & finger combo, dirty talk, wet and filthy ⋆ inspo: (x) (x) (x)
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max hasn’t slept.
you know this because he hasn’t moved. he has been lying far too still beside you, overcompensating for his restlessness. his body feels too awake.
his hand is on your waist. it’s been there for a while now.
heavy. warm. possessive.
you shift slightly, barely enough to register but your ass brushes against his bulge. he exhales through his nose like you just tested him. his fingers tighten on your waist.
“don’t.” he murmurs.
it’s not a warning. it’s a plea.
you turn onto your side to face him. his eyes catch yours. his gaze is locked on you.
“you okay?” you whisper.
he swallows. his jaw tightens.
“i can’t stop thinking about you,” he says quietly. “it’s been hours.”
there’s no embarrassment in it. just plain truth.
his thumb traces a slow line along your hip. he's trying to ground himself.
“you’re right here,” you murmur. “just touch me.”
that’s all it takes. something in him breaks open. he pulls you closer, your body fitting against his chest. his mouth finds yours. not rough but urgent. max has lost the patience. he kisses you.
“i’m so gone for you.” he breathes against your lips.
his composure stumbles fast after that. the calm, controlled max you know is still there though. guiding you steady but somehow layered over something messy and desperate. his hands move all over your body, brushing past your tits. you sleep topless, god he's grateful for that. he reaches and pulls down your underwear. it's rushed, not neat.
he moves low and finally settles between your legs. he stills. he sinks between your thighs like it's instinct. he just breathes, forehead dropping to your stomach. his hands brace on either side of you. his face presses closer and his breath changes. slow, deep inhales. he's taking in your scent.
“you smell so good. like you're all mine. fuck.” he sounds wrecked.
you feel the warmth of his mouth before anything else. his breath brushes on your core. your body reacts, heat building in your core. nerves starting to tingle. thighs trembling without permission. his hands grip you tighter and max leans in fully. he tastes you. an obscene helpless groan vibrates through him.
“oh, that’s it. that’s fucking it." he whimpers against your cunt.
he doesn’t rush. doesn’t skim. max devotes himself to it. devotes himself to your cunt. it's slow, indulgent. he’s savouring it for himself. every reaction you give him only pulls him deeper into your core. his breathing grows heavier. it's uneven against you. you feel it everywhere. in your stomach. in your chest. your hips tilt up on instinct, chasing more of max. you want more of his tongue. the heat, the pressure, the softness. fuck. it feels too good.
“schat, you taste unreal.” voice thick and almost dazed. “i could drown in you.”
your hands fist in the sheets and your thoughts scatter. the longer his tongue fucks into you, the harder it is to remain silent. but max doesn't want you silent. he wants you needy. he’s all over you, overwhelming and consuming until so many whimpers leave your throat.
“that’s it. just let me have you. i’ve got you.” he murmurs, encouragingly.
he sounds drunk on you. drunk on your cunt. his movements grow hungrier but still focused. max's tongue keeps circling and flicking on your clit. your thighs tighten around his shoulders. he groans and presses your cunt closer to him. his hands so firm, holding you spread open for him. your thighs tremble on his shoulders. you're close.
“that’s my girl. look at you, falling apart for me.”
the pleasure builds on shamelessly. the pressure is coiling tight and you’re shaking. his tongue is fucking into you with determination. you’re helpless. he feels it in the way your body responds. little sounds keep escaping your pretty lips. your hands gripping onto his hair.
“come on. give it to me, baby.” he urges softly.
fuck. the heat in your core snaps and travels through your whole body. you're cumming. your hands grip even tighter on his hair. your thighs squish his head unintentionally. a soft whimper escapes max’s throat but he stays right there. he’s holding you through it, softly kissing your clit until your body settles down slowly again.
he pull backs. eyes dark and unfocused. he looks at you in awe.
“fuck, you taste so good. you’re ruining me without even knowing.” he groans.
his tongue follows the line of your slit again. teasing your entrance. not rushed, almost indulgent. you’re so ruined by now, your core so fucking sensitive. broken curses and praise from max encourage you to keep taking it. you want to keep taking it.
“i get one taste and i lose my fucking mind.”
the longer he stays there between your legs, the worse it gets. he’s gone, completely gone. his hands are still firm on you. his soft lips abusing your cunt as he keeps drinking everything you give him. his thumbs brushing slow circles on your thighs. he’s trying to ground himself whilst lost in your cunt.
“i swear… you do something to me.”
he lifts his head for some air, giving your poor cunt a little break. he looks so fucked. lips all swollen from his nasty efforts. his face glistening with your slick. cheeks completely flushed. hair all messy from how much you pulled on it. he looks almost embarrassed by how affected he is, but not enough to stop tasting you. he goes back down.
your hips shift. you’re grinding against his face. his tongue is fucking into you whilst his nose is pressing onto your clit. it feels so fucking good. your pulse is racing. he notices. he's kissing your cunt slowly, loving the power it gives him. his touch is gentler, his cock rutting against the bed. the buildup feels different now. less sharp, more intense. you play with his hair, tugging onto it. he hums softly at the contact, the vibrations against your clit making you squirm.
“that’s it, hold onto me. let me make you feel good.” he murmurs.
his grip tightens at your waist, pulling you into against him. he shifts his lips from his cunt to your stomach, leaving soft wet kisses on your skin.
he pushes two thick fingers into you. you're so fucking wet. he's playing with you. max is loving the obscene sound your cunt makes each time he fucks into you with his fingers. then, he uses the heel of his other palm to rub firm circles on your clit. he's using your slick as lube. the other hand is still fucking your needy hole with his thick fingers. it's all so wet and dripping. it's nasty. it's too much. the feeling of your clit being harshly played with, like it's for his own pleasure not yours. the feeling of his fingers curling into you and teasing that sweet spot that makes you a moaning fucking mess. it's all too much.
he feels it before you do.
that shift of your breathing. deeper and faster. your thighs tightening around him, pulling him into you. your hands gripping the sheets.
"fuck fuck fuck-"
“i know, baby, i know. i've got you.” he murmurs, voice rough but certain.
he moves lower again. keeps his fingers deep in your cunt but starts to suck on your clit again. he knows exactly how you need him. the pressure is firm, steady. your limbs feel like they're melting, thoughts all so fucking scrambled.
“maxieee-" you whine, voice so broken.
he groans against you at the sound of his nickname, fingers still fucking into you and abusing your sweet spot. his cock is leaking all over the bed.
“let it happen, baby.” he breathes. “don’t hold it back.”
holy shit.
you body just lets go. you're whining, trembling under max. everything inside you clenches all at once. the pleasure is just hitting so hard. your back arches, and you try to pull max away from your cunt. it's unbearable. strangled sounds escape you. you cum so fucking hard. your brain feels hazy. max stays with you through it. broken sounds spill from him too, feeling your cunt squeeze around his thick fingers. he's seeing your pretty chest rise and fall with your broken breaths.
he pulls away very softly, not wanting to startle you. he covers your body with gentle touches and soft kisses, almost guiding you back to reality.
"there you go. easy, i’ve got you.” he whispers.
you barely have the strength to nod. he stays between your legs and rests his head on your lower stomach. his breathing is also recovering. you play with his hair, very softly. you're both wrecked. he mumbles something quietly, almost to himself.
“yeah. i'm fucking addicted.”
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