Hey! I just found your blog and I am absolutely living for it!! Can you do a smut fic with any driver (max maybe?) where the reader is an athlete? And like… built like one. I’m talking Ilona Maher style build, not light and dainty (thank you in advance from a girly who is as muscular as most of the drivers)
the give and take | mv33
author's note: ugh i LOVE this, all body types deserve to see themselves written in my works!! 🙂↕️ ilona maher mention btw,, she makes me weak in the knees. here’s a lil max/athlete!reader fic for you nonnie!! (i stuck to making the reader a rugby player,, though it’s more just buildup to the actual ~spice~) hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻
you were practically buzzing as you ran off the field after complete domination over the opposing team, the cheers of the crowd able to be heard through the concrete of the locker room walls. your body ached in that delicious way it tended to after an intense match, but it never failed to remind you why you loved this sport so much. after celebrating with your teammates, you kicked off your muddy cleats and uniform and took a shower, the scalding water doing wonders on your shoulders.
you were packing your bags to head home when your phone lit up, making your post-victory grin widen even more if possible.
‘another victorious night for you and your girls. can’t wait to celebrate with you -max’
you laughed to yourself as you leaned against the lockers, running a hand through your hair. max had been the first person who really understood you, what made you tick, and what you valued most in your busy life. he could understand it perfectly, the thrill of competition and the restlessness of the dedication that came with it. you both admired the other’s dominance in your own sports, and it made the dynamic when you two were alone a little more.. flexible. there was always an ebb and flow of control that shifted with the mood, the moment, or the time. max was one that always prided himself on his control, whether on the track or off, and you were always the one that managed to challenge him in the best ways possible. you were a force of nature, with a muscular physique and a constant confidence in yourself that always managed to leave him at a loss for words. you always found ways to challenge him, matching his energy when the time came.
some nights, max and his little smirks would spark something in you, and you would spend the night teasing him until he caved to your control. other nights, his quiet authority would seep through his every action, and you were more than willing to lay back and let him take the reigns.
after the high of the win you were on, you were torn between the idea of letting him take his time worshipping you, or pinning him below you and celebrating your victory exactly the way you wanted. by the time you finally made it home, max was waiting on the couch, holding out a glass of wine to you. his casual attitude was contrasted by the glint in his eyes, which you noticed as his eyes roamed over your frame.
“tough game.” max hummed, the corner of your mouth twitching up into a smile as you took the wine glass from his hand. “you’re an unstoppable force out there. it’s quite attractive, makes me feel lucky that a woman like you is all mine.” his hand found the muscle of your thigh, tracing lazy patterns against your skin. his touch was tender and teasing as you settled into the couch, watching him as you sipped at your wine.
the air was charged with unspoken intensity, a commonality when the two of you found your way together at night. you raised an eyebrow at max’s actions, leaning into his side more to trace a few of your fingers over his jaw. “feeling lucky tonight?” the silent challenge in your voice was hard to ignore, your tone toeing the line between playfulness and dominance.
max grinned, a flicker of heat growing in his eyes. “i guess that depends,” he hummed, his voice lowering, “are you feeling like being in charge, or should i remind you who’s really in control here?”
your laugh echoed through the apartment, and you couldn’t stop yourself from sitting your glass to the side as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his hips. the air around the two of you grew hotter almost instantly, the way he looked up at you making you indescribably desperate to touch him. max pulled you further into his chest, connecting your lips. the kiss wasn’t rushed or frantic, but both of you grew more intense with your wandering hands and battling tongues.
“you hungry?” you mused, pulling back from the kiss with dark eyes, your intent clear. your fingers scratched over the small stubble on his jaw as he grinned lazily up at you, nodding. “starving.” he purred back, his hands resting on your thighs, groping at the thick muscle appreciatively.
you moved off his lap and walked towards your bedroom, knowing he was trailing right behind you. you let out a small laugh as he pushed you onto the bed, letting him trail a line of kisses from your collarbone up your neck. “you looked so good out there today, schatje. absolutely dominant, radiant, strong, beautiful,” he pressed a kiss to your lips between each of the words, making you blush. his fingers danced at the waistband of your pants, hooking under the elastic as he pulled them down your legs.
you propped yourself up on your elbows as he pulled back, his hands running up the muscles of your calves. you loved watching him appreciate your body, knowing the hard work and training that come along with being such a high-performance athlete.
“max, don’t tease..” you breathed out, watching as he pressed open-mouthed kisses up your legs and to your stomach, skimming over where you wanted him.
his index finger ran over the seam of your underwear, making you let out a frustrated groan. “either hurry it up or let me get myself off,” you huffed, hearing him chuckle against your inner thigh.
“so impatient.” max hummed, his hands moving to pull your underwear to the side, his tongue licking a line up the middle of your wetness. you let out a strangled noise, breath hitching as you let your eyes slip shut.
his name left your mouth like a prayer, head falling back onto the bed as you let him lap up your arousal. he was sinfully good with his tongue, and you never turned down an opportunity to have him between your legs.
“come on, be a good boy and make me come. i wanna ride you,” you murmured, one of your hands coming down to tangle in his hair, rolling your hips against his mouth.
he moaned against you, the vibrations making you clench around nothing, the sensation making you moan in return. the constant give and take of control was something you both craved, and tonight seemed to be one of the nights where there was no clear dominant position.
the feeling of his tongue diving through your folds made your legs shake, your unoccupied hand going up to cover your mouth slightly. you looked down to see his fingers still massaging the muscle of your thighs, blushing at his reaction to your bare body.
“you know one thing i love about you?” max mused, two of his fingers sliding into your warmth easily. your breath hitched as he started to pump them in and out slowly, biting your lip. “you always know when the perfect moment is.”
your brows furrowed slightly, looking down at him as your hand stayed tangled in his hair, face flushed. “what do you mean?” you asked, moaning as you watched him circle his tongue around your clit, the pace agonizingly slow.
max chuckled, speeding up the pace of his fingers, his tongue now licking over the spot he knew best. “you always know when the perfect time to let go is,” he hummed, eyes glancing up at you as his fingers and mouth brought you to the edge of an orgasm. his grin grew as he saw your eyes slip shut, bliss written on your face. “just waiting, edging in anticipation..”
you let out a groan as he slowed the rhythm of his fingers down, pulling them almost all the way out of you. “max, please,” you moaned, raising your hips to get his mouth back to where you needed him.
you loved seeing him tease you, loved having the intense and rapid build-up to be stopped by his pace slowing or his tongue leaving you.
“you wanna come, don’t you schatje?” max purred, bringing his mouth back to you. “be my good girl and let go. i love seeing you tremble for me.”
you let out a loud whine as you felt your hand curling into max’s hair more, grinding your hips up into his face as you chased your orgasm. he let out a groan at a particularly rough pull on his hair, his fingers digging into the firm muscle of your thighs and abdomen.
the scratch of his stubble against your inner thighs was something you craved, the sensation leaving a lingering reminder that he was there.
“come for me,” max instructed, his fingers curling forward to make you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming as you arch into him, eyes rolling back in your head. “my beautiful strong girl, only i get to see you like this, begging for my touch..”
your moans filled the room, his hands roaming over your body as he worked you through the orgasm with his tongue, grinning against you when he felt your legs start to close around his head.
your thighs clamped around his head as he sucked your clit back between his lips, pushing him off as you tried to recover. “fucking tease.” you muttered, though there was no real heat behind your words.
he pulled back with a satisfied grin, wiping his face off as he stood, undressing himself. “you wanna show me some more of that athlete’s stamina?”
you grinned back at him, pulling him to lay fully on top of you as you kissed him deeply, gripping his hair tightly just to hear him let out a delicious moan for you again. “i think we can arrange that,” you mused, rolling the two of you over so you were on top, straddling his waist.
