Your nsfw alphabet for Max was so hot, and I'd like to request free use but flipped, so reader using him whenever they want
Needy
Four times you needed Max, and one time he was just as needy for you.
Or, the story of how you got your boyfriend obsessed with being used.
Warnings: smut, free use, oral, slight cnc, and somnophilia, alcohol, bottom!max and sub!max, short but sweet (i hope)
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You just loved Max so much. Your champion. He made you feral. It didn't help that you were ovulating and he had the infuriating habit of walking around in nothing but shorts. He was in the kitchen cooking, looking all domestic and hot and you needed to do something about it.
You knew you couldn't fuck him, he needed to be in tip top shape for tomorrow's race and when you two went at it he would ache for days. You were just going to have to show him your appreciation another way.
He greeted you with a smile, unaware of what was brewing in your mind.
You pushed him against the counter, and the bewildered look he gave you was the icing on the cake as you sank to your knees and dragged his shorts down with you.
His jaw dropped in shock, he was speechless as he watched you swallow him down easily given that he was still soft. He had no idea what got into you, but he wasn't going to argue with this new turn of events.
He dropped the fork he was holding and his hands wrapped your hair into a ponytail, but you batted him away and gave him a look that meant "hands to your fucking self"
Within seconds he was hard, and the desperate groans he was letting out only fuelled the fire inside you, the need to see him lose it.
You took him deep, and suckled around him, and he squirmed and panted, still confused about why he was getting one of the best blowjobs of his life.
He white knuckled the edge of the counter, whining and trying to keep himself still for you, but even with all the self control in the world he couldn't stop the tension coiling in his belly and his balls were tightening without him realising.
His thigh tensed under your fingers as he came with a choked moan into his hand and you were very tempted to make him go again, overstimulate him until he begged for mercy, but you needed to keep him happy and relaxed in order for him to want to do this kind of thing again...
So you tucked him back into his shorts, gave him a quick peck on the lips and went to take a shower before dinner. He watched you retreat with an open mouth and his brain reduced to mush.
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Exactly one week later, Max still wasn't really over it.
He replayed it in his head constantly, wondering whether it was all actually just a hallucination. You certainly weren't acting any different than usual.
The two of you were at an after party on Sunday. Max had won the race, and you'd found yourselves in some guy's penthouse, drugs and alcohol everywhere, full of people you didn't know but for a few familiar faces from the paddock.
You were horny again. Max was looking fine as shit, white shirt getting progressively more open as the night went on, and after a while you felt the urge to just take what you wanted.
You dragged him to a spare bedroom, drunk out of your minds under pretence of needing him to help you with something.
But you both knew it was going to end with Max landing on his ass in a plush armchair, and you climbing onto his lap with only one goal in mind: getting him inside you. Now.
He was just as bewildered by your behaviour as the week before. You weren't usually one to sneak off and fuck at a party, but who was he to argue with a good thing?
His fingers got cramps with how hard they were gripping the arm rests either side of you, and he was very quickly out of breath despite the amount of cardio he did.
Partly because you had a hand around his throat, squeezing periodically to get him a little lightheaded. That too was new, but he found himself being very much on board with it.
It felt a little dangerous, and surrendering to you was making his brain go fuzzy.
He was so hard he felt like he was going to explode, and your tight hot cunt wrapped around him wasn't helping.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck-" he gasped, and his face went completely slack as you wrung every last drop of pleasure out of him.
He slumped into the chair, and you panted into his mouth that he was a very good boy, and that made his brain short-circuit...
Oh yes... he liked that.
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During summer break you were on Max's yacht, lounging around, only sun and sea for miles around.
The perfect opportunity. Max was laying on his front, soaking up some sun on the deck.
"Want a massage, babe?"
He grunted out a response of some kind. He was half asleep. The perfect prey.
You put some lotion on his back and climbed on.
He groaned when you pressed into his muscles, sore from his earlier workout, and you made sure to be thorough. You needed him as loose as possible.
He didn't even flinch when you tugged his shorts down, to get your greedy hands on his ass. And those thighs. You'd gladly let him choke you out with them.
You told him as much.
He giggled a bit when you placed a chaste kiss on his left cheek, squirming a little and the tips of his ears reddened.
He was getting shy.
You placed another kiss on the small of his back, and leaned over his body to whisper in his ear.
"Don't worry babe" He could hear the smile in your tone. "I'm going to make you feel good"
He nodded, and you grinned as you seized the lotion and lubed your hands up.
He couldn't help the moan he let out when the tip of your finger slid over his rim. Max was notoriously sensitive and he wasn't used to being touched there.
The first finger went in without a hitch, knuckle by knuckle, and the slow drag of it was enough to get Max so hard that he felt like all the blood was being drained from his brain.
He unconsciously spread his legs a bit, chasing the feeling and you carefully added another finger inside him.
The build was slow but steady, you were applying pressure to the right spots to make him have to bite his fist to hide his noises, but when you slid a third digit inside him, not even that stopped the pathetic wail that was ripped from him.
One press against his prostate and he came hard, clamping down on your fingers and riding it out with his hips, rolling desperately until they finally came to a halt when it got too much.
You could tell emotions were surfacing when he took a shaky breath and cleared his throat.
You draped yourself over his back, stroking his skin soothingly.
"You were so good for me, Max"
His breathing slowly evened out and he smiled when you kissed his sweaty neck.
"Such a good boy"
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Neither of you were strangers to somnophilia. But it was definitely the first time you'd woken Max up like this.
You were eating him out. Quite sloppily in fact, and he was barely awake enough to tense up at the feeling of your fingers breaching him.
You prepped him thoroughly, and when you sat back on your haunches he realised what you were up to.
You were wearing a harness, paired with an average sized dildo that was poking at him insistently.
He gasped when the head pushed inside him, rim stretched around it and his hands moved to stop you but you were quicker. You pinned them above his head, and for the first time ever, Max felt weak.
His wide eyes almost made you halt your movements, but you pushed forwards, sinking into him until your hips met his ass. The rattled breath he let out made your stomach churn with something dark.
He was struggling to keep his eyes from rolling back, and made a half-hearted effort at struggling against you, but it was as if the cock inside him was making him completely pliant.
"Shhh baby..." you teased. "I need this, need to see you take me, okay?"
He got choked up, and you didn't really give him a chance to regain any braincells before you moved, shallowly fucking into him at first, just to watch his face go slack.
Then you went harder, skin slapping against skin and the sounds he made were exquisite.
His back arched, and you decided to give his ample chest some attention, lips wrapping around one of his nipples and he quickly started begging.
Begging for what? Neither of you knew.
"Please, please, please" he chanted, eyes shut in bliss as he felt the pressure building inside him, white hot flames of arousal licking up his spine.
He came harder that night than he ever had in his life.
You'd finally broken him in. Made him get a taste of everything you had to offer, and by the utterly fucked-out look on his face you knew he'd be asking for more...
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The evidence of the success of your psychological training came in the form of a desperate Max showing up on your doorstep after a bad race.
You barely got the door open before he was on top of you, rutting against you like a dog.
"Need you" he panted into your chest, almost collapsing onto his knees. "Need you so fucking bad."
You didn't bother to conceal your victorious grin as you shoved him onto the bed, ripping his clothes off and sinking down on him in one fowl swoop.
You'd pre-prepped, you knew he'd turn up as soon as you saw his car in the wall. And if there's one thing that made you horny was pathetic sore-loser Max.
He cried out your name, letting you use him for your own pleasure while you pinned him down with a hand around his neck.
"You're so good, my perfect toy..."
He lay there, raw and sensitive both physically and emotionally. You bounced on his cock, whispering filthy praises and he let the frustrations of the day wash away with every orgasm, every squeeze of your exquisite cunt around him, wiping his mind blank of any rational thought.
"You're gonna let me use you whenever I want, yeah? Be my little whore, always desperate and ready to please, isn't that right?"
He attempted words, incomprehensible in their content but clear in the intention.
Yes, I'm yours. His eyes seemed to say.
"Good. Then why don't you come for me, baby?
We've got a long night ahead of us..."
