#plaqueboymax x reader

[mooooncore]

Trippin on a Yatch Ch.1

Content: plaqueboy max x fem! reader

Warning: 18+ minors dni, yatch, heavy make out, possessive reader, situationship, no hard feeling towards anyone fr, irl stream

Wc: 791

ch.2 here

The phone rings, and you pick up on the second ring. Max’s voice comes through the speaker, sounding hyped as usual.

"Yo, look, I'm finna be out in Miami on a yacht for an IRL stream with Silky and a few others. You need to slide. It's gonna be a movie, for real. You down?"

You lean back, a smirk on your face. "A yacht? You really tryin' to flex like that? Say less, I'm in. Just make sure the vibes right."

"You already know how I do it. Just bring that energy. I'll send you the flight details," Max says before hanging up.

——

The sun is blazing, and the yacht is luxury personified. You’re feeling yourself, rocking a two-piece tropical print halter top and booty shorts that barely cover anything. Every time you move, your ass is practically spilling out the bottom, putting those 5star and PBM tattoos on full display right where the world can see.

As you're scoping out the deck, you spot her. Yuri. One of those stream guest that’s always orbiting Max, trying to get a piece of the clout or something more. You already knew it was gonna be some bullshit the moment you stepped on board.

The cameraman pans over to you, catching the view of your tattoos and the way those shorts hug your curves. The chat goes absolutely nuclear. The screen is a blur of "LFG," "SHE'S BAD," and "PBM GOT HER LOCKED IN." They know exactly how you feel about Max, and they love the drama.

You see Yuri whispering something to Max, leaning in too close for your liking. Even if it's just for the content, it irks you. You slide over to her, the tension thick.

"You really think you doing something, huh?" you mutter, your voice low and sharp.

Yuri rolls her eyes, giving you a smug look. "It's just content, babe. Don't get your feelings hurt over a stream."

"Content or not, know your place," you snap back.

You've had enough. You turn around, grab Max by the arm, and practically drag him toward the lounge area. You push him down hard onto the couch and plop down right next to him, kicking one leg over his lap. Your thigh perfectly covers his crotch, shielding his growing bulge from the camera's view.

Quickly, you reach up and rip both of your mics off, tossing them to the side so the stream can't hear the real talk.

"Nigga, stop fucking playing with me on this yacht!" you yell over the Cash Cobain track blasting through the speakers. You reach up, gripping his goateed chin firmly, forcing him to look at you.

Max looks up at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He loves it when you get possessive. "Damn, you really pressed," he chuckles, his voice deep.

"I'm deadass," you hiss. You don't want to do this in front of the cameras or the chat. You stand up, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the couch. "Come here. Now."

Max doesn't need to be told twice. He follows you, leaving the stream and the confused chat behind as you lead him down the hall and into one of the yacht's private bedrooms. The moment the door clicks shut, the muffled sound of the music is the only thing left.

You don't even let him speak before you're on him, slamming him back against the closed door. You crash your lips against his in a claim, tasting the mint and the confidence on him as your tongues clash, sliding against each other in a messy, desperate rhythm. Max groans into your mouth, his hands immediately finding your waist and squeezing the skin of your hips.

He shifts, his large hand sliding under the hem of your booty shorts. He doesn't waste time, his fingers diving deep into your heat, finding you already soaking wet. You gasp into the kiss, your back arching as he finds your clit, rubbing it firmly through your panties.

"You so bad fa’ this," Max mumbles against your lips, his breath hot.

You pull back just an inch, your eyes hooded. "I don't give a fuck. Just make sure that big dick of yours stays focused on me."

Max lets out a low laugh and slides his hand further, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulling them aside. He thrusts two fingers deep inside you, stretching you out while his thumb keeps a relentless pace on your nub. You're shaking, your leg trembling as you grind your pelvis against his thigh, feeling the sheer size of his dick pressing against you through his pants.

The makeout gets nastier, your teeth grazing his lower lip as you suck on it, your hand sliding down to grip the front of his pants, feeling the thick length of him. You're both lost in it, the heat of the room rising as you fight for air between deep, hungry kisses.

Suddenly, the door bursts open with a loud bang.

"YO! MAX! WHERE THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL—"

Silky freezes in the doorway, eyes wide as he takes in the scene: you half-naked and pinned against the door, Max's hand buried deep in your shorts, and both of you breathless and flushed.

"Oh, damn," Silky blinks, a smirk forming. "I see y'all taking a 'break' from the stream."

[mooooncore]

Diva

Content: plaqueboy max x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral sex (m receiving), speaking life into your man, established relationship, idk fuck that other mf tho

Wc: 900+

The sun was beating down on the Streamer University campus, and you were locked in, finishing up a high-energy outdoor makeover stream. You had your setup rigged up, brushes in hand, making sure the lighting was hitting just right for your viewers. You were a smaller streamer compared to the heavy hitters, but your community was tight. As you wrapped up the final touches on the look, you glanced over at your chat, and the scroll speed was absolutely insane.

"Yo, check on Max!"

"Find Max right now, he’s trippin"

"Max is crashed out, go find him!"

You frowned, leaning closer to the monitor. "Wait, what’s goin' on with Max? Why y'all spamming this?"

The chat exploded with details about a heated verbal altercation between Max and Ojay. From the looks of it, Ojay had really gotten under his skin, and Max was currently spiraling, feeling defeated and drained. You didn't even hesitate. You didn't care about the viewer count or the momentum of the stream.

"Alright y'all, I'm out. I gotta go check on my man," you said quickly, hitting the 'End Stream' button without a second thought.

You hurried through the campus, your heart racing until you found him. Max was tucked away in a quiet corner of the lounge, looking completely defeated, staring at the floor with his shoulders slumped. He looked small, which was rare for him.

You walked up and slid next to him, putting a soft hand on his shoulder. "Max... talk to me, baby. I saw the chat. What's really goin' on?"

Max sighed, his voice sounding raspy. "Man, I just... I let him get to me. I feel like a fool, for real. Just let him play with my head."

You shifted closer, looking him dead in the eyes, your voice dripping with support. "Listen to me. Stop letting that man rent space in your head for free. You're his blueprint, Max. You worked too hard and come too far to let one argument shake your foundation. You're a king, and a few words from him don't change your value. You're ten times the man he is, and you know it. Shake that off, because you're too fly to be sitting here looking like this."

Max looked at you, the tension in his jaw finally loosening. A small, appreciative smile tugged at his lips. "You always know exactly what to say, damn."

"I got you," you whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Always."

The mood shifted instantly. The emotional release turned into a heavy, magnetic tension. You led him back to the room, the door clicking shut behind you. You didn't want to take control; you just wanted to show him how much you appreciated him.

You pushed him gently back onto the bed, your hands roaming over his chest. You started slow, leaning down to press your lips against his skin. You began kissing every single tattoo on his body, treating his skin like a map of everything he'd been through. You lingered on the ink, your tongue tracing the lines, humming softly against his skin.

"You so fine, Max... for real," you murmured, your voice breathy. "I appreciate everything you do. You're a real one."

Max groaned, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. "You really tryna make me feel good today, huh?"

"I just want you to feel how much I love you," you replied, sliding your hand down to his pants. You worked him out of his clothes with slow, deliberate movements, revealing his thick, heavy dick. It was already pulsing, standing hard and proud.

You didn't rush. You looked up at him with pure adoration before leaning down. You wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, swirling your tongue around the rim. Max let out a sharp gasp, his head hitting the pillow.

"Oh shit... you're killin' me," he choked out.

You took him deeper, your throat tightening around him, sucking with a steady, rhythmic pressure. You used your hand to stroke the base, making sure every inch of him was feeling the heat. You looked up at him while you worked, seeing the sheer pleasure on his face, and it only made you want to give him more.

"You like that, baby?" you asked, pulling back for a second, a string of saliva connecting you to him.

"Yeah... fuck, keep goin'. Just like that," Max groaned, his voice deep and needy.

You went back to work, sucking him harder, your cheeks hollowing as you drew him in. You were focused entirely on him, wanting him to forget every bad word Ojay had said. You wanted him to feel like the only man in the world. You played with his balls, gently squeezing them as you accelerated the pace of your mouth.

Max started to shake, his breath coming in ragged hitches. "I'm close... I'm real close, baby. I'm 'bout to blow."

You didn't stop; you pushed harder, your tongue swirling around the head of his dick as you sucked him with everything you had. You wanted him to lose himself in you.

"Give me that nut, Max. Just let it go," you whispered against his skin.

With a loud, guttural moan, Max stiffened, his hips thrusting upward as he finally hit his peak. He let out a long, shaky breath as he came, thick ropes of cum filling your mouth. You didn't pull away, swallowing every bit of him, making sure he felt completely drained and satisfied.

As he slumped back into the mattress, completely spent, you crawled up his body and rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart race.

"I love you, Max," you whispered.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him, the stress of the day finally gone. "I love you too. Thank you for holding me down."

[serenebows]

it makes me want it more

summary streamer university was the perfect opportunity to connect with all kinds of people. but the only person you had in your mind was plaqueboymax.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ pairing plaqueboymax x black!fem!reader, cw smut, cowgirl position, soft dom!max, reader cries during coitus, word count 1.6k

𝓅laqueboymax wasn't the main reason you applied to streamer university, but he was definitely a contributing factor. 

the idea of collaborating with your favorite streamers while simultaneously building your fanbase was an enthralling concept for you. this isn’t an opportunity you could ever pass up. 

seeing max would be a benefit, too. 

you’d collaborated with him a multitude of times in the past, having a relationship that didn’t have a label in it. you were more than friends yet less than anything intimate—almost sounding like a situationship, as much as you hated to admit it. 

the two of you tended to flirt on and off camera. however, it never went further than exchanging pet names and lingering touches. 

“y’all seen that clip of wardrobe saying plaqueboymax ‘walk like it’s heavy’?” you ask your chat, waiting for the responses to roll in before continuing your sentence. it’s a chorus of agreements, given that everybody who watches wardrobe or max had seen the clip at this point. 

“i’m not gon’ lie, he definitely does. and i’m tryna find out.”

you semi-regretted the words the moment they left your mouth. you meant what you said, but you didn’t mean to say it to the tens of thousands of people watching you. your chat exploded, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to escape this clip for the next few months. at the very least.

OH I’M STARTING A RUMOR

tryna find out?? like tryna find out if it’s heavy???

is this real

oh he finna have a field day with this clip 😭

“wait, y’all are taking my words out of context,” you make a poor attempt at explaining what you just said. 

you continue to feebly explain yourself away as you walk around the outside of the campus. you don’t have a specific destination in mind, simply wanting to be away from your room or the dense cafeteria. 

you’re not paying much attention to the people around you until you hear “hey, boo,” from wardrobe. you see max walking next to him, and you’re just ‘bout ready to drop dead. you’re being overdramatic, but you could barely face him after what you’ve said just moments ago.  

“hey, wardrobe. hey, max.”

“hey, girl. tell me why i just saw your clip tho?”

“what clip?” it’s no way he could’ve seen the clip of you talking about max that quickly. it barely happened ten minutes ago, and he’s already questioning you about it. 

“you said you tryna find out if it’s heavy, right?”

“if what’s heavy?” max asks. 

you already know somebody from your chat snitched on you, and there’s nothing you could do about it at this point. you could deny it despite the undeniable evidence presented, or you could own up to it and face the embarrassment. 

you decided to go with the latter. 

“you know when i read that comment that said you ‘walk like it’s heavy’? yeah, that,” wardrobe said, his attention directed to max. 

“what?”

“okay, so in my defense,” you started, attention aimed to max, “you do walk like it’s heavy! and somebody in my chat brought it up, so i had to speak my mind.”

“nobody in your chat said that,” wardrobe refuted, but you and max ignored him. 

“you tryna find out?” max asks. 

“in theory.”

“in theory?”

“in theory, i’m tryna find out if it’s heavy. ‘cause the streets saying that it is.”

wardrobe looks between you and max, and then to his camera. he’s in utter disbelief in the scene unfolding in front of him. he’s aware that you and max have sensuous relationships, but he’s never seen it firsthand until now. 

“shit, come find out then.”

“well, imma see y’all later,” you’re desperate to escape this situation because not only are you embarrassed, but you also feel like you’ll be fucking him on stream if you stayed around for any longer. “i got somewhere to be.”

“no she don’t—“

“yeah, imma see you later, ma,” max calls out to you while you’re walking away. 

“oh, what y’all got going on?” wardrobe questions, yet max walks away without responding. that was the most tension-filled thing he ever had the displeasure of being a witness to. 

“my life isn’t real,” you mutter to your stream as you walk away—still without a destination in mind. you didn’t care as long as you were far away from the chagrin that was the interaction you just had. 

your stream had been turned off hours ago. practically everybody’s had been except for the few people doing twenty-four-hour streams. 

max’s dorm room was lacking wardrobe. despite the love and respect you held for him, you couldn’t care less about his whereabouts. you were preoccupied with the feeling of max’s hands on you, the warmth of the cramped room.

your hands were planted on his chest to steady yourself whilst you struggled to get used to his length. his hands were planted on your waist—not guiding you, simply resting there instead.

you lift yourself by a few inches, knees planted on the mattress next to his hips, only to sink right back down onto his dick. it’s the first time you’ve moved since taking him in full.

“fuck—you gotta move, ma.”

“‘s too big, max,” you whine. 

his grip on your hips tightens and he thrusts into you once. you push your palms further into his chest, another frail attempt to regain your composure. it’s arduous for you to pull yourself together with the man you have under you—looking up at you with both amore and salaciousness.

he thrusts up into you once more. “fuck, max. do that again.”

you don’t have to tell him twice for him to follow your command. hands still grasping your hips, he begins to steadily plunge upwards, into you. all the meanwhile, your hands stay planted on his chest, head hanging low and chest heaving. 

he’s nearly as disheveled as you are, if not more. beads of sweat find solace on his forehead, and he’s breathing heavily. the grip he has on your hips would be agonizing if you weren’t lost in the feeling of his dick inside of you. he’s so deep, it almost feels like he’s in your stomach. 

the quickness in which he’s fucking you has rapidly increased. you would’ve practically been falling over if you weren’t holding yourself upright. 

“nghh—right there!”

“you like that, ma?”

you’re only able to let out an ensemble of moans instead of a verbal response. you nod your head in response, though you’re unsure if it’s perceptible. 

“i need you to tell me.”

you’re still unable to give him a verbal response, causing his movements to halt. you whine at the loss of mobility. you attempt to raise yourself in hopes of plunging back down onto him, but him holding you down prevents you from doing so. 

“tell me you like it before i stop.”

“like it s’ much, max. don’t stop,” tears gather at your lacrimal glands, giving your eyes that glassed-over look mere moments before your tears are released.

“jus’ like that, ma.”

he continues thrusting into you at the pace he established before he stopped. the only sounds that are audible in the room are skin slapping, your breathy moans, and max’s continuous grunts underneath you. 

you feel your orgasm briskly approaching, and all you can do is try to take hold of yourself. it’s an inefficient attempt, ultimately failing you. the tears that were gathering earlier hastily fall down your face, completely out of your control.

“‘m so close,” you whimper out.

“let that shit go for me,” max tells you. the speed of his thrusts starts to falter, signaling that he’s on the cusp of ecstasy that you were. 

he doesn’t have to say anything else because you fall apart upon hearing his words. your orgasm shakes your entire body, and your body falls completely forward. you don’t attempt to hold yourself upright, instead allowing yourself to fall into his chest. 

a few moments later, max swiftly pulls out, and you feel his cum splatter on your lower back. his head falls back against his pillow, and he rubs a hand down his face while he struggles to catch his breath.

you stay lying on his chest while you also struggle to regain your composure. for a few drawn-out moments, you’re listening to the sound of his heartbeat while both of you mellow out. 

“you wanna stay the night?” he asks, a hand coming up to rub from top to bottom of your back.

“yeah. wardrobe not comin’ back?”

“nah. not til’ the morning.”

you wondered what he was doing that caused him to be out all night, but you didn’t care if that meant you got the night alone with max. “okay, i’ll stay.”

“yeah, ‘cause that’s the right answer,” he jests, but you both know you would be stayed regardless.

around six a.m the next morning, you’re attempting to sneak out of max’s dorm room and back into yours. you could only pray that you wouldn't run into someone who was streaming. you had no explanation prepared if you were caught fleeing his dorm room.

“hey. girl, wait. who you spend the night with? ‘cause you not in this dorm.” wardrobe asks you while you’re walking past him—going to your dorm after spending the night in max’s. you’re exiting the elevator while wardrobe’s entering it. 

you’re in a hoodie that’s too big, evidently not yours, and a pair of lounging shorts you’d never wear on stream. the hood is over your head and your hair is a little more than messy, but you’re only focused on making it back to your dorm room before too many people catch you in the hallway. 

“bye, wardrobe. imma talk to you later.”

“oh, i know that’s right.” he doesn’t say anything else, but he and his stream watch you languidly walk away. your movements are sluggish and filled with exhaustion, like you’ve had a long night. 

oh where she been?

she definitely got some 😭

whole time she was js with plaqueboymax

the hoodie and the messy hair? that’s the morning after look fs

[strmrwrld]

Just the host?..

Plaqueboymax x Contestant!Reader

Summary: you went on in to deep and end up flirting a bit too much with the host.

Warnings: None! Just some flirting and a cheek kiss

I don’t know who the dividers belong to sorry I just got them from Pinterest :(

“And our next contestant is…”

You can hear max saying as you walk down the stairs,

You hadn’t really met max before this maybe a few phone calls telling you information about the show but nothing face-to-face.

You walked down the stairs embraced by Max’s warm smile and a hug.

Ngl. You weren’t expecting him to look this good… atleast for a host.

“Welcome welcome to in too deep” max said releasing you from the hug with a big smile on his face practically looking you up and down scanning you body.

“Damn she looks good” he thought in his head

But he had to get that out of his head if he was gonna host this show properly.

“Is there anyone you seen that you like the look of or wanna talk to?” Max asked wanting to add suspense to your entrance.

“Yea and am looking right at him” you said smiling while eyeing him up and down.

Somehow you managed to make him smile harder and even got a little chuckle out of him,

He rubs his hand down his face trying to wipe the smile off his face. It doesn’t work

“Well I’m just the host so yk I can’t really give my input on that” he said while staring deep into your eyes. Still smiling.

“Oh well that’s too bad cause so far ur the only one I’m interested in fr.” You said smiling your ass off.

“Well in that case I might have to arrange something for us if you can’t find someone else to connect with” he said while leaning into your gaze,

Then he gets the signal that he has to bring in the next guest

“Well I’ll see you around here I gotta bring in the next guest”

You don’t say anything except giving him a cheek kiss and walking away swaying your hips as you walk off.

You can feel his eyes following after you.

Then it clicks in his head and he remembers he has other people to introduce.

I really hope you like this one I feel like it was so bad lol but this is my first fic.

Please feel free to make requests! My inbox is usually open!

[th0tblckgrl]

hey girl! Can you write smth for plaqueboymax it’s literally no fics about him anywhere

I PROMISE I will get back to this I just have crazy writers block rn I’ve been thinking all day on what to write for this request specifically 💔