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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Hello my beautiful bubs💗 so I see you added Max Burnett to your list and like to request a little angsty and fluff.

So Maybe him and reader get into a ugly and heated argument or he leaves her with no explanation like he does in the movie but then they End up fixing everything after awhile.

hey baby! I hope you like what I wrote!

summary - max left you with a word, causing you to go through many stages of heartbreak until you finally meet again after 5 years.

warning - angst, swearing, heartbreak, no happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

He told you to meet him here. You were sure of it. You had reread the address and time he sent, not wanting to disappoint him. You waited anxiously on the bed, gnawing your bottom lip as you whipped your head from the door to your phone. You turned it on and went to the messages, opening his contact.

Max❤: Meet me at our spoken place, you know what room. No, later than 12.

You looked at the time, noting it was now an hour past 12, and you were all alone. You scrolled through the messages you had sent him.

You: I’m here. 12:00 seen

You: Max? Where are you? 12:05 seen

You: Max? 12:15 seen

You stared sadly at your last message.

You: I see… You’re not coming… 1:00 message could not be delivered

You blinked back the tears, wondering if you would’ve seen the signs beforehand if you weren’t so stupidly in love. You would’ve rathered him break things off face to face instead of leaving you like this. Did he even care about you? Were you nothing to him? All these thoughts ran through your head as you stared at the wall, not bothering to wipe the tears that rolled down your cheek away. You must’ve been there for a long time because you were only brought out of your zoned-out state when someone entered the room, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and asking if you were okay. You painfully smiled, nodding your head before leaving. You made your way home, feeling drained of all emotion, not knowing if you’ll ever feel okay again.

You slowly stripped from your clothes, turned the shower on and entered. Your head rested against the cool tile, letting the water run down your body as tears fell from your eyes. Your heart hurt more than ever, squeezing harshly inside your chest as if someone had reached inside and begun to squeeze. Your sobs filled the quietness of your apartment, showing you how alone you really were. Once you were finished with your shower, you slowly got out and dried yourself, dressing in your comfy clothes before crawling into your bed, ignoring the harsh rumbles in your stomach, begging for food, ignoring the dryness of your throat. You just wanted to close your eyes and never wake again.

It had been about five years since Max left you without a goodbye and a shattered heart. You spent the first year numb, barely living or feeling anything. Your friends and family didn’t see or hear from you, and when they did, they noticed that you barely took care of yourself. They tried convincing you to go to therapy, but you stared at them blankly. Barely even hearing a word they spoke to you.

The second year, you spent grieving. Your feelings came crashing down on you one day, and you couldn’t stop the dam from breaking. You’d cry whenever you saw something that reminded you of him, and you’d cry if you saw his name or someone who looked like him. You’d cry when you came home and saw things he had gifted you or the jumper he had left behind. The people in your life were still worried, but they were relieved you were at least feeling something now, taking more care of yourself than the previous year.

And now we are here. For the remaining years, you became cold, heartless, and mean. You had built walls so damn high around your heart that no one could penetrate it. This is what caused the meeting you walked into. Your friends and family sat in your loungeroom as you walked into your apartment, staring at you worriedly. Throwing excuses that they care about you, they're worried about your well-being, and that you need to get help. You left, slamming the door behind you and heading to the closet bar. You sat on the stool and ordered a whiskey, needing something strong. You barely took notice of the man sitting beside you, rolling your eyes as other seats were available.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you drink whiskey.” You scowled, knowing who was now sitting beside you by the voice. Max smirked, leaning against the counter. “What, no hug?” You skulled the rest of your drink, slamming the glass down before slowly turning toward him, noticing the smug look on his face.

You smirk, causing his brows to furrow as confusion takes over his features before you raise your fist and slam it into his face, hearing the crunch of his nose. You slam some bills down onto the counter and begin to walk off, exiting the bar to get as far away from that asshole as possible. You rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw, when you heard him following behind you. “Hey! Wait up!” You don’t. You just pick up your pace until he grabs hold of your arm and spins you, quickly raising his hands as you go to punch him again. “I just want to talk.”

“Talk?” You growl, stepping closer to the man. “Now you just want to talk? After five fucking years, you finally want to fucking talk?!” You scream, punching his chest until he grabs your wrists and stares at you. You huff, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk, Max. I want you to fuck off. I want to return to five years ago and get the shattered pieces of my heart back.” You lick your lips, “I want to go back to before I met you so that I could have never met you and fallen for your stupid words and your stupid face. I want to be me again, but guess what? I can’t! Because I fell for you.”

He raises a brow, gulping as he continues to stare at you. He took in how beautiful you had gotten and how your sweet scent wafted through the air and into his nose. He missed you and feels it’s too late to make it up to you, but god, he will try his hardest too. “Are you done?”

“Let me go, you asshole.” You growl. You wouldn’t let him back in. You couldn’t. You don’t know if you’ll survive another heartbreak and aren’t willing to try.

“Just listen to me, okay? I’ve been looking for you for five years.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words. “It’s true, goddamit, Y/n! Will you just fucking listen to me.”

“Or what? What are you going to do, huh? What’s worse than you pretending to fucking love me and then leaving me without so much of a word?” Your glare sharpens, desperately wanting to get far away from him.

“For fuck sake! I didn’t pretend to fucking love you! I still fucking love you! I didn’t have a fucking choice, okay?!” Your brows furrow, wondering what the fuck he means by that. Max sighs. “They were onto you and me. They threatened to hurt you if I met or even spoke to you. It took me four years to get away from them, to get them off my radar. You disappeared. I’ve been looking for you to ensure they didn’t do anything. Fuck! I didn’t want to fucking hurt you!”

You shake your head, not wanting to believe him. You couldn’t. Sure, you still had some love for him, but you couldn’t put yourself through that again. Max cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes with his tear-filled ones. “Please, just give me a chance… Even as a friend, I just… Please, I need to have you in my life.” You shrug against him, stepping back and away from him.

“I don’t know… Maybe in another life, but I don’t know if I can put myself through that again.” You swallow the sob that tries to pass your lips before turning away from him and walking away, holding back the tears that want to fall.

“Y/n! Please!” He cries vision blurred with tears as he watches you leave him like he left you.

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nickfowlerrr · 6 months

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your forever is all that i need.

pairing: max burnett x curvy!reader

warnings: angst! smut! some fluff! 18+ ONLY. kinda soft!dark max if you squint. warnings not exhaustive but if something needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: 7.8k

notes: this guy has been sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished for months and i finally got it done. i think i like it 🥲 i hope you will, too! please let me know what you think. 🖤

thank you in advance for reading. as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated.

You keep your head down, the baseball cap you’re wearing pulled low to aid your attempt at keeping your face concealed. The duffel bag you keep a tight grip on swings slightly with each step you take down the long, empty hallway of the apartment complex.

You reach the door leading to the stairwell and make your way down the steps until you finally get to ground level.

Pushing the lone metal door open ever so slightly, you peek out and make sure you’re still in the clear. No one's around. You walk through and head straight for the gate that leads you out to the parking garage.

You can feel your heart racing, your adrenaline pumping as you cross the lot. Lines of cars, but not another soul in sight.

You get the urge to look back over your shoulder as you walk but you fight against it and keep on to the car.

You’ve missed his call twice already and you just need to get out of the city before you can muster up the courage to call him back..

You unlock the doors with the click of a button as you approach. Your eyes leave the car for maybe two seconds as you pass a large cement pillar, looking down to fish your phone out of the deep pocket of your coat.

There’s a blur in your peripheral.

You look back up, your heart seizes in your chest, and you gasp as you halt in your path.

You suddenly find yourself mere inches from him as he stands before you, his gaze harsh as he stares daggers into you.

His jaw is set, eyes dark as you do nothing but stare back stupidly. Where did he come from?

"Fuck, Max," you say with a heavy breath, "you scared the hell outta me."

You try and calm yourself, playing it cool. You wait for him to respond, to say something, but he doesn't. The pit in your stomach only grows deeper at his silence.

You lift your phone in your hand, doing a show of waving it at him, "I was just about to call you," you lie effortlessly.

Still, he says nothing. Eyes narrowing as he takes you in, his gaze falling to the bag in your hand.

You swallow your nerves, praying he doesn't notice, as you step to him. His hands are in his pockets as he stands tall, still looking down at your own. Your gaze is set on him, not for a second straying from his face as you stand before him, nearly pressing yourself against him; trying to search his eyes, urging him to meet your own.

When he finally does, a shiver runs down your spine, though you're not sure of its cause.

Fear, worry, or maybe just the proximity to him that you hadn't had in a while.

Maybe something else...

His eyes are nearly black with how blown out his pupils are and the intensity of his gaze has you even more taken aback than you were a moment ago.

You can't let it show, though.

"Hi," you draw out, brows raised in faux confusion. As if you have no idea why he's acting so off. But of course you do.

He must know.

God, of course he knows.

But he hasn’t said anything. So still, you keep up the charade.

You drop the duffle lightly and wrap your arms around him as you look up at him. You're so close, so much so that you couldn't possibly get any closer - but that doesn't stop you from trying as you lean up on your tiptoes, chin tilted upward with a delicate pout playing on your lips.

He eyes you, his hands still in his pockets as he does nothing but watch.

You brush your lips against his softly, not expecting him to kiss back - and he doesn't - but he doesn't stop you, either.

You deflate, despite the expectedness of his lack of response, and let your feet meet the ground again as you tilt your head innocently at him, arms still wrapped around him.

"Max," you scoff lightly, a hint of a question in your tone. "Hey, I'm sorry I missed your call, but I really was just about to call you back," you try to defend yourself.

He stares for another unnerving moment before finally he responds,

"Calls," he corrects harshly. "Plural."

Your lips part as if you're going to speak, but you don't. Instead, you pull away from him, your brows furrowing. You let your eyes scan over his face, trying to assess him.

"Why does that sound accusatory?" you ask, letting your taken offense be known.

"What's in the bag?" he asks sharply, ignoring your question.

You stare one another down for a long moment. The thundering of your heart only grows louder in your ears as you do.

You were nervous before, scared more of what you were planning than of what his reaction would be to it. You didn’t want to tell him face to face, not because you thought he’d be truly upset but because you knew you’d back out if given the chance - whether Max cared or not.

But he was here now.

And he's upset?

If he knows, then is this him trying to… stop you?

If it is, great.

You're fucked.

Your plan is completely and totally fucked.

All of this, or at least the courage you had to attempt it, hinged on the fact that you wouldn’t have to see him, to be this close to him, again.

Your willpower around Max was near nothing and you knew that.

Maybe you could just take your bag and go. Would he really try all that hard to keep you here? You doubted it.

You both move in the same instant, but he's faster.

As you were reaching to grab the bag, Max planted a heavy foot on it, keeping it on the ground and out of your hands.

Your eyes dart from his shoe back up to his face. You take a deep breath as you stand straight and keep his gaze.

Well damn. It’s starting to seem like he cares.

But still, you need to get out, you remind yourself.

You can work this. There's always a way out.

You aren't thinking a plan through, not fully, you just start talking. It’s instinct. Stay in character. Never give yourself away.

He taught you that.

"I was just gonna open it for you," you say, aggrieved.

You stay still as he slowly reaches down to grab the duffle himself, his eyes never leaving you.

You watch him right back, refusing to let your discontent show.

All that’s in there is what little personal belongings and clothes you have. It doesn’t mean or prove anything. Can’t confirm or deny whatever it is he thinks you were planning on doing.

And maybe, well maybe you don’t have to go… You can just pretend this never happened. Prove him wrong and keep up like you had no intention to leave in the first place.

Fuck, it hasn’t been a minute and you’re losing it already.

"Well," you prompt him, "open it."

He considers you and you take note of the way he grips the bag in his hand, his knuckles nearly white, his hand is clenched so hard.

"Go to the car."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his command and move to walk to your car before his voice stops you.

"No," he grits out, "my car."

You look over in the direction he motions toward and see it, the sleek black Benz you somehow missed is parked across the way, but still on. You glance back to Max and he's already walking to it. You know you don't have a choice, not really, so you follow.

He throws your bag into the back and suddenly turns on you when you get closer, stopping you from rounding the car to get in on the passenger side.

You find your back pressed up against the vehicle as he closes in on you, jolting you a bit as he pushes you back, stealing the air from your lungs. He rips the hat off your head and throws it on the ground carelessly as he nearly snarls his words.

"How stupid do you think I am, huh?"

Your mind goes completely blank as you're stunned.

You've never seen Max this angry before, his apathy - though you hated it - was the norm. Or had been for the last six months or so. You hadn't seen him react to anything with any real care at all, not even you, in about as long. And never had you seen a real reaction from him to such a degree as this.

His anger and proximity were the only things you could focus on. That and the scent of his cologne that was invading your senses. Vaguely you register the longing for him that you’d been suppressing, the familiar scent you’d missed since having been away from him making you a bit dizzy as he crowded you.

"You know I know every trick in the book. I'm the one who taught them to you. So who are you trying to hide from? Who are you trying to run from? Because if I didn't know any better, angel, I'd think it was me." His hand is on your chin as he holds your face, his other planted next to your head as he keeps you against the car. "But I know better, don't I, baby," he smirks coldly.

You blink, lost in the torrent storms of his blue eyes, before forcing yourself to nod.

"Say it," he seethes, smile gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

"You know better," you say obediently in a near whisper as your chest brushes against his with your every breath.

He nods, leaning in closer, resting his forehead against your own for the briefest of moments before placing a chaste kiss on your skin as you shudder at the contact. His lips are by your ear now as he exhales heavily through his nose, "So do you," he tsks before dropping his hands and taking a step back as you stay where you are, eyes wide.

After a second, he motions with his head, signaling for you to move. He lets his tongue wet his lips and sniffs, "Get in."

You do as you're told, no arguing. There's no point.

You fall to him.

You’ll fall to him every time.

The second you close the car door behind you, Max peels out of the garage.

You look in the side mirror as your hat, the car, and your foolish plan to leave alone all slowly fade away.

You buckle yourself in as he speeds down the street.

You could chide yourself for your stupidity but, you really weren't all that stupid about this. You kind of knew, deep down, he'd know; that he'd see it coming a mile away. You just really didn't think he'd care.

You thought he had stopped caring a while ago. That he’d just let you go.

It was a simple plan. You'd just finished the job, Max had the money. You were supposed to meet up with him back home, the closest thing to one you'd had, and get resettled. For the time being, at least.

But you had other things in mind.

Your stage apartment, the place you'd been living for almost half a year now, didn't hold much - but neither did your duffle bag. Just the necessities. Always.

You cleared out nicely, still had the old car Max got for the job, and had enough cash to get out of the city and to last you for a while while you'd try to get settled somewhere new.

You had enough practice being someone different, becoming someone else for the sake of the job, you were sure starting fresh away from here would be easy compared to what you'd been doing the past three years.

And you were sure Max wouldn't care. He'd certainly given you that impression.

That he was over you. That he couldn’t care less.

You were tired. and sad. and lonely.

You never thought you could feel that way with him. It tore at you, the hurt threatened to dismantle you completely.

He was so close, but so, so far.

That’s what hurt the most.

He was right there, but he acted like you weren’t. You thought you’d done something wrong at first. You still remember the first night you kissed him and he just… didn’t kiss back.

You pretended you didn’t notice his lack of reciprocation but you quickly whispered a goodnight before you eventually cried yourself to sleep while he stayed out in the living room on his laptop.

He didn’t even bother to mutter a goodnight back.

With each month it only got worse.

He’d stop by your apartment less and less and would always be out when you tried to stop by his.

You realized maybe you hadn’t done anything, maybe he was just done with you. But he didn’t end things. No, he needed you. For now, at least. Until you finished the job, or maybe until he stumbled onto someone new.

You remember all he told you about his old partners. He was burned once and he’d be damned if he ever let that happen again.

You’d taken his face in your hands, peering into the depths of his deep blue eyes and swore to him he’d never have to worry about that with you.

And you were keeping your promise, weren’t you? You hadn’t tried to screw him over. You finished the job, made sure he got the score. All you were doing was leaving him to his own devices, the way he clearly preferred it. If anything, you were doing him a favor. Seeing yourself out so he wouldn’t have to end things himself.

Because, really, what were you supposed to do if not leave and put you both out of your misery? You couldn't take it anymore.

You loved him so much.

You love him so much.

You don’t want to leave but you can’t stay. Not like this. You’d rather miss him by being hundreds of miles away than miss him while he keeps you just a room away. And you couldn’t be there when he’d inevitably find that someone new. You couldn’t just wait for the final sword to be pierced through your heart.

You wouldn’t be able to live through it.

The tension is thick as you sit silently, looking listlessly out the tinted window while the city passes by you in a blur.

It’s not until Max gets on the highway that you realize you aren’t going home. You look over to him, staring for a moment as you try to keep your heart from racing. You aren’t scared, just concerned. You don’t like not knowing.

“Where are we going?” you ask after a long few seconds.

He doesn’t respond, his face still stony as his anger radiates off of him. He puts on music without sparing you a glance and you take it as your cue to be quiet. He’s too angry to talk right now, and though he’s pissed at you, he doesn’t want to snap on you.

It’s almost midnight, the lanes all across the road almost completely empty as he keeps on driving. You give up guessing where you’re headed to after he passes the last exit you recognize without getting off and resign yourself to the unknown.

You look out at the dark sky, the stars glowing brighter the further away from the city you get.

You find some solace in that.

As you rest your head against the window, your eyelids begin to feel heavy as your breathing slows.

You try to fight off the sleepiness as it threatens to take you down, but it's to no avail. Within a minute, you're sleeping as Max continues down the highway.

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You startle awake at the honking of a semi truck, jolting up from where you lay on the reclined passenger seat. When did you do that? You blink your bleary eyes open as the sun shines brightly outside. You recognize you’re still in the car as you unbuckle your seatbelt and sit up, fixing the seat when you do.

You swallow thickly and unpleasantly as you cringe. You feel gross and a little disoriented from the heat of the sun combined with the weight of your long sleep.

You look around and realize you’re at a gas station. Checking the time, you find it’s already past seven. You’re surprised that you’ve slept so long, and that Max had driven for the same time. It dawns on you then that you have no idea where you are, and after seven hours of driving, you’re even more confused than you were last night.

Max isn’t at the pump, so you figure he must be inside.

You get out of the car, rubbing your eyes before you make your way across the lot and into the store.

You see him right away as he stands at the coolers grabbing water. On your way to him, you stop at the small toiletry section and grab a cheap disposable toothbrush.

You approach him carefully as he turns and spots you, waiting for you to get to him.

“Hey,” you say awkwardly, not knowing what else to go with. “I just need the bathroom, I’ll meet you back at the car.”

You don’t wait for a response, not sure he’d even planned on giving you one, as you head toward the big sign labeling the restrooms.

You quickly find a stall and relieve yourself. As you wash your hands at the sink, you can’t help but cringe at your reflection. Your makeup from yesterday is smudged and you look a little crazy, admittedly. You are feeling more well rested, though, so there’s at least one thing to be thankful for. You never slept well alone, and despite the physical discomfort of sleeping nearly eight hours in a car, this was the first time in months you’d gotten more than four hours of sleep without disturbance.

You open the package and take out the ninety nine cent toothbrush with the toothpaste already included. You run the bristles under the water for a second before you quickly brush your teeth. You really just want the feeling of sleep out of your mouth. You scrub at your tongue before spitting out the remnants of the sudsy paste and swirling with a bit of water.

The toothbrush does its job but doesn’t leave you with the minty feeling you were hoping for. As you toss the brush and the ripped packaging in the trash on your way out of the bathroom, you debate snagging a travel size mouthwash on your way out.

You stop in your path as you walk by a display of sunglasses. You don’t know what it is about the stand that somehow takes you back but you find yourself wondering when the last time you were in a gas station was. It’s silly, but you think it’s been a long while.

You look around and don’t see Max, but when you glance out the large glass window, you find him putting gas at the pump. His brilliant blue eyes hidden behind his dark, name brand glasses.

You turn and start looking at the cheap sunglasses, grabbing a pair of pink bedazzled ones and trying them on. You laugh at yourself in the small mirror before grabbing another pair to try on.

You go through five or six different styles before you settle on a simple, sleek black pair.

You aren’t sure how much longer you’ll be in the car, but you know you don’t want the sun shining in your eyes.

Before walking up to the counter, you wander around the aisles a bit, glancing outside every so often to ensure Max is still there.

You smile at the soda fountain and though you’re tempted to get the largest size they have, you know you’ll be lucky if Max lets you bring even the small one into his car without a complaint.

You fill the 12 oz cup with crushed ice and some raspberry iced tea, taking a sip before filling it back up and snapping on the plastic lid.

You don’t know why you’re feeling so free.. giddy, almost. It’s a stark difference from last night, and so far from anything you’ve felt these last few months, too.

It’s nice, not feeling so sad. And the more you wake up, the lighter you feel.

You mindlessly drink your tea as it cools you with each sip you take.

You glance out the window and see Max putting the cap back on the gas tank, so you quickly make your way to checkout.

You set down your drink and the glasses and fish in your pocket for the crumpled twenty you know you had.

As you pull it out and try to straighten it, the young blonde cashier speaks.

“Glasses are buy one get one right now,” she tells you as she rings you up, popping her gum.

“Oh, nice. Thanks,” you say as you flit back over to the stand. You knew which pair you were gonna grab the moment she let you know about the deal.

You smile as you grab them and hand them to her to scan when you get closer.

“It’s gonna be $11.14. You want a bag?”

“Uh, yes, please. And can I get two of those scratchers, too?” you ask pointing to the glimmering black and silver dollar scratch offs. She hums in affirmation as she pulls two for you and adds them to your total.

You hand her the twenty and grab the bag and your drink before pocketing the change when she gives it to you.

“Have a good one,” she bids you.

“Thanks,” you smile, “you, too.”

You walk to the car and pull your jacket off before you climb in as Max starts the engine.

He eyes your drink and bag but doesn’t say anything as you throw your jacket into the back and then buckle your seatbelt.

“I got you water,” he finally says after a moment.

You look at him in return, “thanks,” you say softly. There’s still some tension lingering between you, but it doesn’t feel as harsh as it had last night. This right here is the problem. When you’re together, everything is better. Even when it isn’t.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going now?” you ask, watching him closely.

He starts driving, heading out of the lot and back onto the highway.

The sun blinds you as you shield your eyes and quickly fish out the bejeweled pair of pink sunglasses you’d gotten free.

Max looks over to you briefly before returning his gaze to the road and your heart soars as he smiles to himself at your glasses.

“We’re less than an hour away,” he answers you without really answering you.

“You drove all night?”

“Yeah. You know I don’t mind a long drive. I have patience,” he says the last word more harshly as he adjusts his grip on the wheel.

There it is, you think to yourself.

Of course he wasn’t letting it go so quickly. He’d bring it up when he was ready to talk about it, and as he shifted his complete focus back to the road, you knew that time wasn’t now.

You watched as his jaw ticked slightly and you sighed to yourself.

Grabbing your cup, you took small sips from the straw, enjoying the way the drink went down. Cool, sweet, and smooth.

It relaxed you, easing the twisting of your stomach.

You settled in your seat and pulled out your phone.

You weren’t surprised by the lack of notifications; there wasn’t really anyone you kept in constant contact with, aside from Max.

As you looked up out the window, you were struck by the beauty that surrounded you. Gorgeous trees lined either side of the highway, and it was hitting you now how far away from the city you really were.

Max gets off at the next exit and you’re even more surprised by the naturescape you find yourself driving through. You’re on a two way road now and there’s no other cars in sight. As the road winds up and up, the sun is blocked out by the trees. Only glimmers of sunlight streaming through them every now and again as you continue on. You push up your glasses and look over to Max as he keeps driving, looking more relaxed once again.

It isn’t until you come upon what seems to be the start of a very long driveway that Max looks over at you.

You don’t return his gaze as you're wonderstruck at the massive house he’s driving up to. The long winding drive leads to a garage that is empty when it opens for Max’s car. The front yard is expansive and though it still blends into the wooded area, it’s well maintained.

You don’t even realize your mouth is hanging open until Max’s fingers gently take hold of your chin.

“You think this is nice, wait til we get inside,” he says before rescinding his touch, shutting off the car and getting out. He walks around and opens your door for you as you unbuckle.

You get out and pull your things from the back seat while he goes to the trunk.

You follow him and you're stunned when you see it’s packed full of his things. You stare stupidly as you watch him grab his own duffle and a suitcase before leading you out of the garage and up the path to the front door.

He unlocks the door with a key and pushes inside before stepping aside and letting you in.

You stand there in shock as you take it all in.

It looks like it came right out of a magazine. Everything looks so perfect. Cozy and comfy, and deceptively expensive, you’re sure.

You turn to him, a question in your eyes.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks. You continue staring, eyes slightly widening as your brows raise; you’re unsure of what to say.

It is what you wanted, what you’d talked about late at night when you’d stay up telling each other everything. Secrets you’ve never uttered to another soul, all about your deepest, darkest desires, your dreams, what you truly wanted out of this life.

You remember the exact night you’d told him this specifically.

“A nice house,” you’d whispered into the dark as you laid against him in his bed, your head on his chest as he held you under the covers, listening intently as you spoke. “A big yard. Somewhere, away from the city. Near the mountains, maybe? Doesn’t have to be fancy. But I hope it’d be cozy. Pretty,” you smiled. “But I wouldn’t be picky. Just a nice place of my own. Somewhere I could finally call home.”

You had spoken the last sentence so quietly, so full of distant hope and longing, and mostly to yourself, you hadn’t been sure he’d even heard you.

He had stayed quiet after that, the only way you knew he was still awake was his hand smoothing up and down your skin, almost tickling you as he lulled you to sleep with his gentle touch.

That had been the night before you were set to meet your mark. The last night Max had held you so lovingly. After that was when things started to change. He was always on the phone, or on his computer, always meeting up with someone. Growing more and more distant. Too busy for you, his apathy only becoming more evident with each passing day.

It had been a long six months.

“Isn’t it?” he asked again, his voice pulling you back to the present.

You nod, blinking to hold back the unexpected wave of tears you could feel wanting to form.

“But,”

“But nothing. It’s what you wanted. It’s what you deserve.”

You shake your head as a lump in your throat forms. “I wanted it to be real,” you murmur, voice tight. You don’t know what it is you’re doing here. What the next job could possibly entail, but this is just… a different sort of cruel. Like all you’ve ever wanted is being dangled in front of your face, but it isn’t yours to keep as you're forced to play out another charade.

His touch is on you then, turning you to face him completely before he takes your face in his hands, stepping closer to you.

“What makes you think this isn’t real?” His voice is hard though you can hear how he tries to soften it for you.

“I can’t just play pretend for the rest of my life, Max. I can’t. I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not anymore. I don’t want to. To have to move around, living fake lives, never getting to settle down and make one of my own, I-”

“Angel,” he stops you, realizing what your thinking is as a tear slips down your cheek once the confession you never thought you’d say slips past your lips, “I know.”

His thumb wipes at the tear streak as he presses closer to you, leaning his head down to yours while you look up at him. The cold his eyes held before seems to melt as he looks at you. He continues.

“I’ve known. This isn’t temporary, baby. This is your house. It’s in your name and everything. Anything you don’t like, we’ll change. I bought it for you. For us.”

“Wh-,” you breathe, no words forming as you take in what he said. “For us?” your voice cracks as you repeat his words, more tears burning at your eyes. “I thought…”

“Thought what?”

It takes you a second to speak, “... I thought you were over me.”

Hurt flashes across his face before it’s replaced with some kind of indignation.

“Over you?” he says harshly, “I’ve spent months putting all of this together for you-”

“I didn’t know that, it felt like you were ignoring me. Avoiding me-”

“You don’t get all of my attention for a little while and you just assume I’m bored with you? You think that little of me?”

“No, Max. I just - I was hurt and I didn’t, what was I supposed to think?”

“How about you think about how much I love you. Have I not made that clear? I’ve given you every piece of me. I let you in, I took care of you - I take care of you and I love you like I’ve never loved anyone,” you can feel how upset he is as he holds you tighter, his voice cutting you with every word.

“Max,” you say as you grab his wrists. He doesn’t respond, only moves you back as he walks you toward the couch. “Max,” you say again, almost pleading.

Your legs are right against the couch as he towers over you, still holding your face in his hands as you hold his wrists.

“I love you,” he says, hurt seeping through entirely now as he speaks. You’re almost being bent back over the armrest as he continues to try to get even closer to you. You’re looking in his eyes with your bleary ones.

“I know,” you whisper, squeezing his wrists lightly, your thumbs mindlessly running over his skin, “I know.”

“I’d give you the entire world if you wanted it,” he says.

“I don’t want the world,” you breathe sharply. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

His lips crash into yours without warning as he takes you by surprise. The intensity of the moment completely overwhelms you as you fall back over the armrest onto the couch, Max following you.

You both move up the long couch as your kisses turn messy and fervent, your hands finding his hair as his move under your clothes.

You’ve missed him more than you’d even realized. You’re desperate for him, every little touch, the lightest of brushes of his fingers over your delicate skin. You’re pulling him as close as possible as he crowds you, the reciprocity from him filling you with everything you’d been longing for.

So caught up in the feeling of him, your mind wasn’t thinking of anything else until Max spoke, his words almost a snarl in your ear.

“Everything we’ve been through together, and you were just gonna leave me? Without talking to me, without a goddamn word?”

His hand circled your throat as he spoke, but he didn’t apply much of any pressure. Even still, the feeling enlivened and distressed you all at once.

You didn’t have to speak your admittance, you both knew full well what you had been attempting - what point was there in trying to deny it.

“I tried to talk to you,” you whimpered, eyes watering with the tears threatening to flow over, “you never listened. You acted like I wasn't around. I felt like a ghost, like a burden on you. I didn't want to leave,” you stressed, needing him to know that truth, “but I thought you didn't want me around. I thought I’d be doing us both a favor.”

His hand relaxed around your throat and instead moved up to caress your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, staring at you with the softest look you’d ever seen. “I was caught up in all this, I was brushing you off. But, that was all it took?”

“Max,” you breathed, “even just one day without you, feels like an eternity. I didn’t think I could take it anymore.”

His nose brushes against yours as his eyes close, pained, before he presses his lips to yours, softer this time.

You return his kiss as it grows deeper, his hands moving down your body as he takes you in.

“You’re so dramatic,” he breathes against your skin. You huff, a hand in his hair as you keep him close. “Impatient,”he grits out, then another kiss, “needy.” His voice is low and rough.

You can feel yourself getting hotter with each word he speaks, and had it been anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by how wet you were getting. But you know that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Please, Max,” you whimper, puppy eyes on display as you pout.

He pulls away, dark eyes penetrating you.

“You know what,” he breathes heavily, “maybe it's time you learn a little something about patience.”

You gape up at him dumbly, not knowing what to say.

“You think you can manage that, angel? Or you gonna try and run off on me again?”

You frown, blinking away from his harsh gaze. “I can manage,” you whisper.

His grip on your chin forces your gaze up, an unbidden whimper leaving you.

“Look at me when you’re talking to me,” he orders.

You swallow hard with a nod, “I can manage.”

—

It’s tortuous the way he moves his tongue, tracing up and down your slit before plunging in and out of your dripping hole, moving back up to swirl over your sensitive clit.

Your body is slicked with sweat, your clothes long tossed away as Max played with you, bringing you to the very edge of pleasure over and over again just to tear it all away before you could reach your release.

You swear you’re about to combust as he sucks on your clit, his fingers buried deep inside your pussy. Your moan sounds from your throat as you keep your mouth shut, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut, your hand fisted in his hair while he devours you.

Your hips buck up despite yourself and for the first time tonight, Max doesn’t pull away from you completely. This time, he grips your hip, burying his face deeper in your cunt as his fingers curl just right inside of you, coaxing you closer.

You’re a mess of gasps and moans as he moves his fingers faster, fucking you hard and deep as he keeps his tongue focused on playing with your clit.

“Oh- god! Max, I-, Max, Max, Max, I’m gonna-”

You can’t even hear yourself and your senseless babbling as he speeds up his movements while you cry out for him.

Your orgasm shatters you, your body going tense before you shake beneath him. You’re seeing stars, that glorious warmth washing over you, the pleasure of your orgasm crashing over you in never ending waves as you pulse around his fingers. Max doesn’t stop what he’s doing until your hand in his hair is tugging at him to stop.

You’re breathless, body tired and sweaty as you try to calm down for the intense high. When Max sits up, still between your legs, his chin is slick with your arousal and release as he licks his lips. His eyes are glued to your body, roving up to your chest as it rises and falls with your labored breathing before he crawls over you. You’re face to face as his bright blue eyes peer into your soul. You feel like you’re in a trance as you return his gaze. Your hand reaches to caress his cheek before he leans closer to you, kissing you deeply, letting his tongue lick into your mouth. You moan at the feeling, and the taste of yourself still on his tongue.

“You see the pay off you can get when you just have some patience?” he husks. You whimper as he pulls away from you.

He rids himself of his shirt as you sit up and, slowly at first, reach for his belt. He doesn’t stop you and you grow emboldened.

You fumble with the buckle for a moment in your haste before you get it undone, immediately going for the button of his pants.

His hands brush yours as he unzips and pushes his pants down with his briefs, freeing his erect cock. You can’t help but reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length. Your heavy lidded eyes are glued to his body, your free hand exploring him as goosebumps break out over his skin under your gentle touch.

His shaky intake of breath as you stroke him with one hand and ghost slowly up and down his side with the other fills you with a sense of accomplishment and pride.

You can’t keep your longing at bay as your hand speeds up, gripping him a bit tighter as you jerk him off.

The moan that tumbles from his lips has your desire growing tenfold, but Max stops you all too soon.

He pushes you to lie back down on the couch, eyes dark and focused solely on you. The intensity steals your already unsteady breath as you release a soft gasp from his push.

It’s quiet in the house, the only sounds to be heard are your labored breaths as you wait, simmering in anticipation.

Max leans over you, planting one hand next to your head as he holds his stiff length in his other, never breaking eye contact as he guides himself to your entrance, prodding you with his cock.

Your breath hitches as he pushes his tip just inside your tight hole. You don’t so much as blink as he leans himself down closer to you while pushing further inside you. You spread your legs as much as possible as your mouth opens in a silent moan. Max holds your waist as he begins rocking in and out of you, slow and deep with each thrust he drives into you.

You tremble beneath him, your eyes wanting to roll back into your head but you don’t want to look away from him for even a second. A part of you terrified he’ll disappear if you do.

You reach for him with one hand, pulling him closer by his hip, your other holding his hand as he holds you.

Your nose tingles as he moves even slower, hitting even deeper with every stroke, his fingers squeezing your plush waist. Everything feels so intense; strong, powerful, entirely overwhelming as your eyes fill with tears once more.

He smooths his hand from under yours, up your waist, over your breast and further until he’s holding your cheek, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. He leans down as he stops his hips, keeping himself fully sheathed in your tight warmth.

He kisses you, so gently. More tears roll down your cheeks as your eyes close, your hands urging his body closer. Your touch has his kiss growing deeper; not as soft, but just as passionate as he begins to roll his hips into yours again.

You gasp as he stimulates your clit, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, sliding against yours before you let him dominate it, following his lead - like you always do.

Like you always will.

Each rock of his hips stokes the fire building deep inside you. Your hands are clutching him like your life depends on it.

You can feel your walls flexing around his length, his groan at the sensation still audible through your kissing until he pulls away, nuzzling your nose with his as he refuses to put space between you as you both try to breathe.

“Fuck, it’s been too long,” he says, voice strained, eyes screwed shut. “I’m not gonna last with the way you’re squeezing me, baby.”

You mewl as he starts to move faster. It’s evident he’s close to coming and you’re beyond grateful because you know you’re right there with him.

The sound of his hips hitting against you grows louder with each thrust, his balls are slapping against you and the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt are as salacious as they are arousing - only pushing you further to the edge.

Your toes are curling as your muscles tighten, and a strangled moan leaves you. His rhythm is completely lost now as he fucks into you relentlessly. You can’t stop yourself from coming, your walls constricting around his cock as the high of your orgasm crash over you.

You feel the spurts of his come hitting your walls as he lets out a throaty moan, thrusting in and out of you, riding out the high as he fills you completely. Your name intermingled with curses leave his lips as he relishes in the orgasmic bliss.

When he can’t take it any longer, the sensitivity too much for him, he gently pulls out of you before he collapses down beside you.

You’re breathless as you lay there, reaching a hand to touch his chest, just wanting to feel him.

You turn onto your side to be chest to chest, face to face.

“I’ve missed you,” you say, your voice small and tight. He strokes your face lovingly as he watches your eyes well with unshed tears.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.”

You try to blink away the new wave of tears but you’re unsuccessful. His touch only coaxes more as you finally feel safe enough to let them all out now that you’re in his arms again. He moves to hold you against him as you shudder, nuzzling closer.

He shushes you as you cry, kissing your head and rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you. His warmth alone is a comfort. You don’t know how long you spend like that in his hold but finally your tears begin to subside.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper pathetically. “I’m so sorry, Max.”

He places a kiss on your forehead, “I know. It’s okay. And I know you, sweetheart. I know you’d never leave me, you wouldn’t have gone through with it. I know you wouldn’t have.”

You take a moment, worrying your lip before you look up to meet his gaze.

He waits for you to speak, seeing the thoughts and worry in your eyes and knowing you have something to say.

“I love you, Max. But I can’t do it anymore. I can’t live another lie. I can’t,” your voice breaks on your last words as Max cradles your face.

“Baby, why do you think I brought you out here? Why I bought all of this for you?”

Your brows furrow as you look into his soft gaze, needing him to say it outright before you can really start to believe what you think it is he means. He offers you a soft smirk,

“You can be done, sweetheart. You’re done.”

You breathe in a bit shakily, eyes wide and a pout on your lips.

“But I,” you take an unexpectedly sharp breath, “I don’t want you to leave me, either.”

He chuckles at the small tremble underlying your voice, gently kissing your pout.

“You’re so greedy,” he admonishes, holding your cheek before pulling you closer for another kiss. He sighs as he pulls away. “But if that’s what you need from me, then I’ll be done, too.”

You aren’t even thinking when you take his face in your hands and pull him to you again, pressing your lips to his firmly. You keep hold of him as you part.

“Yeah?” you ask, not sure he means it.

“For you,” he nods, “yeah.”

You share another deep kiss that takes your breath away before you have to pull away for air. You caress his hair, “So… we live here now?” The question sounds silly to you, but it’s genuine.

He nods with a smile and you nod in return.

“Well, as nice as this couch is, I’d love to see the rest of the place.”

“You ready for the tour?”

“Mhm,” you smile as he moves to get up over you. Before he can, though, you stop him. “Max, wait. I-...Thank you,” you say, carding a hand through his dark hair. “I never expected this, at all. But it’s all I’ve ever wanted. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you,” you return with watery eyes. Emotions getting the best of you yet again. But you can’t help it. You’ve missed him so much, missed being this close, hearing his voice, hearing those words.

He holds you again, lips against your ear, “I’m sorry, angel. Sorry I was so distant.” He kisses your temple. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I’ll never make you feel like that again.”

He turns your face to his and kisses you once again.

“I promise.”

There’s so much love in his gaze, and a sincerity in his eyes, one you couldn’t question even if you wanted to. So you readily return his kiss, you take him at his word. You believe him. Because it’s him.

It’ll always be him.

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Redemption

Summary: Max Burnett taught you everything and so did Nick Fowler. Now, they don't appreciate being double crossed. So naturally you have to pay up to earn forgiveness. Will you earn redemption?

Paring: Max Burnett x F!Reader x Nick Fowler, F!Reader x Special Guest.

Word Count: 4.0k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, you are responsible for the media you consume. smut, shameless smut, darkish content, a spoiler for sharper and 355, p in v, edgeing, multiple orgasms, oral m recieving, dom/sub, hard doms, degradation, punishments, spanking, choking, fingering, clit play, nipple play, swearing, possessive behaviour, use of drugs for kidnapping, Max and Nick are well hard doms, even though max might have a bit of a switch vibe, knife play, cuffs, aftercare, hickeys, nicknames meanings will be mentioned on first use of the nickname, praise kink, mild dub-con vibes, if i missed anything let me know

A.N.: i didn't know i could write this much filth also these two together menaces, but i love them.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Keep your breathing even.

Let them think you’re knocked out cold still.

Don’t flinch at the pinch in your arm.

Stay alert.

Footsteps, retreating, one person. Medium build.

Chair scarpes, neglected and worn wood.

Beeping, microwave.

Scents, cheese melting.

Don’t move a muscle. Don’t give away your hunger. Don’t think about it.

Rustling, foil unwrapping.

Clinking, cutlery on a plate.

Footsteps, moving closer, one person. Medium to heavy build. Two total.

Hands on yours, the rope being cut. Soft breath.

The rope remains tethered.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” The male calls out, the cutlery clinks against the plate again.

The earlier footsteps come closer again.

Max. You recognise the voice a moment too late.

Why would he? No.

“You knew all about it.” Nick keeps his voice even. You hear Max chuckle and hum.

Nick’s palm cups your cheek. Max tuts disapprovingly. The warmth from Nick’s touch recedes.

An unspoken conversation occurs and Nick stands back.

“Agent Fowler, don’t they teach you not to touch what belongs to someone else?” The plate is set down, Max grabs your hair, “Wake up, little tesoro (treasure).” He tears the blindfold off and you blink. You’re pulled off the bed, on your knees.

Shitty hotel room. Curtains drawn. Another room outside this bedroom.

You look up at Max.

“I’m very cross with you.” He states, “Double crossing me?”

“Max it isn’t–,”

“Fucking liar!” He grabs your jaw harshly, “Don’t give me those damn doe eyes I taught you to use.”

“Max.” Nick warns, you hear the click of a gun. You don’t look at him. He wasn’t supposed to find you.

You had made sure to cover the tracks. Lead Nick down a cold trail ending somewhere on the west coast.

“Agent.” Max says with equal mocking. Staring at you. His blue eyes blaze with anger.

You try to speak but he tightens his grip, all that moves past your lips is a squeak.

“You can’t be this upset being fucked over, what did you consider her your protege?” Nick takes a step to the foot of the bed. Gun still pointed at Max.

“Aren’t you?” Max finally looks at the CIA Agent.

Nick clenches his jaw, eyes falling to you. You take a peek at him from the corner of your eyes. Slate blue-grey eyes regard you with disappointment.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Nick shrugs.

Max laughs, hollow. The way he did when he told you about Madeline. You hated the sound of his hollowed out self.

“Oh please, you trained her yourself. To come after me. She’s as much as your little subordinate as she is my little protege.” Max looks back at you, tilting your head back, he leans in, remnants of his aftershave flood your senses, “Aren’t you?”

He makes you nod your head, your lips unable to move.

“Max, let her go.” Nick warns.

“You know Nick. I don’t want to, and she’s going to help me teach you a little lesson.” Max beams brightly. Your stomach twists.

“Ask your superior to hand over his gun. You know the same way you asked him to fuck you in his office.” Max lets go of your jaw.

You remain silent, Max tightens his grip on your hair, you whimper.

“Max.” Nick warns, your eyes meet his, you blink back the tears.

“Ni-Nick,” You plead.

“You know I can’t.” Nick states, you shift, kneeling on the rough carpet hurting your bare legs.

“Nick please, please. Just listen to him. I gave you everything you’d need. Please. I won’t let him hurt you. Nick please.”

“So pretty when she begs isn’t she?” Max wipes the tear from your cheek, “But you know all about that, tell me Fowler, fucking her part of the teaching act? Or did you actually feel for the little base level bright eyed agent?”

Nick’s eyes widen in the slightest.

“Oh please, you think I don’t keep an eye on broken little things I take in? Or keep an eye on fuckers that have their eyes on me?” Max chuckles, “Now hand over the gun or it won’t do either of us good seeing her in pain.”

“You wouldn’t.” Nick calls his bluff.

“I wouldn’t? Did the little baby lie about the time I left her out in the cold? Did she not tell you how harsh I can be to her? The way I can be both her punishment and salvation.” Max raises a brow, he makes you arch your back, lips brushing against yours as he bends close enough, “You only sang my praises? Good girl.” he whispers against your lips.

Then turns your head to look at Nick, he bites the inside of his cheek at the display.

“Are you jealous?” Max sneers, free hand trailing from your neck to your collar bones and then sternum. Nick’s eyes follow the movement, “Hmm, he is, well, well, well.”

“Nick, the gun. Hand it over.” Your voice is even this time. The agent’s nostrils flair.

Nick aims the gun to Max’s leg. Max holds a small gun to your head. Nick’s stance waivers, he gazes at you. Your eyes are on him.

Nick exhales, irritated, he turns the gun, holding it out for Max to take. The conman undoes your binds.

“Go on little tesoro, take the gun of the nice agent.” He coaxes. The heavy metal comes into your hands. You swallow, “Point it at him.”

Nick raises his hands as you point the gun at him all while you knee. Max pats your head, kneeling his palms slide over your outstretched hands, he gingerly plucks the gun from your hand. Kissing your cheek.

His actions and his words have your mind reeling.

Was this a con you were pulling on Nick?

Was Nick working with Max to get you behind bars?

“Now go get the other little toys he’s carrying.” Max instructs, standing and pointing the gun at Nick.

You move to stand, Max tuts again. “Crawl.”

“You’re fucking sick, you son of a bitch,” Nick growls.

“Oh please, I’m letting you enjoy the show.” Max shakes his head, tendrils of his hair brush his cheekbones.

Your skin heats, cheeks aflame. You crawl to Nick, kneeling at his feet. He watches you with an apologetic expression. He reaches out to touch your cheek. Your eyes close at the contact.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Nicky?” Max mocks. Nick glares at him.

“Pupils dilated and well those pants I hope are doing you justice unless that is another gun. Look at that little tesoro, he’s turned on by you like this, he’s turned on by seeing me order you around.”

“Get the guns.” Max reminds you, making you look back at him. Then up at Nick.

“You know where they are, don't you prinţesă (princess)?” Nick speaks softly, you nod.

Your hands reach for his left ankle, the smaller holster sits there, you turn to Max.

“Crawl.”

“Max, please.” You plead, he had to be fucking with you. He couldn’t be this cruel.

Max narrows his eyes, then rolls them, “Check him for other ammunition then you can stand, little tesoro.”

You knew from experience where Nick hid weapons on himself. He had a gun tucked into the back. Your hands tremble in the slightest, as you move behind him. Underneath the navy suit jacket tucked is the gun with the silencer.

You take it away, Nick keeps his gaze steady on Max.

“Why are you demeaning her?” He questions.

“Playing good cop? Okay I’ll bite.” Max gestures for you to stand. You grab both the guns and walk over to him.

“You see Nicky,” Max’s smug smile only adds to Nicky’s ire over the nickname, “I’ve been fucked over by a redhead before, I’m sure you know what that feels like so when,” the tip of his gun touches your temple then your cheek, he tucks it under your chin, “This sweet little prize waltzed into my life you could colour me surprised.”

“She’s fucked you over.” Nick states.

“She fucked you over too.” Max adds.

The two stare at you, you look at the wall ahead.

“So what should we do with you?” The cold metal taps your jaw. You look at Max.

“Get on the bed prinţesă.” Nick orders, you look towards him. He’s leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Go on, listen to Nicky.” Max prompts stepping away from you. He smiles at you, there isn’t an aota of anger in his demeanour anymore.

“Max.. what is going on?” He doesn’t answer; you turn to the other man, “Nick?”

“Get on the bed, don’t make Max angrier, I don’t think you would prefer me to be angrier either.”

You get on the bed, both of them on opposite ends of the room. Watching you, their blue and grey predatory gazes drinking you in, you pull down the hem of the dress on your thighs.

“Nick, Max…” You want to ask, all of your facial reading abilities give you nothing from their masks.

Nick saunters over, a relaxed smile on his face. He hands Max the two pairs of cuffs. The bed dips under his weight. Your hands spread out each cuffed to one end.

Your breathing hitches when Max’s palm is wrapped around your throat. He smirks, giving your neck a squeeze.

Your thighs clench, your body betraying you.

Nick chuckles, “Always so responsive isn’t she?” He muses. Max nods pulling away from you.

The two of them observe you from the foot of the bed. Asking questions is not productive. You know they know about the double cross you pulled on either side.

Your I-will-disappear bag and passport aren’t here, which means you never got away quick enough. From either of them.

“It’s clicking into place.” Max grins at you, “Always so very smart. Always such a good girl, little tesoro. Till you weren’t.” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, you’ve learned a lot from the both of us. You tried to keep us both happy and fucked the both of us over. You know you have to be punished, prinţesă.” Nick licks his bottom lip.

“I wasn’t going to betray—,”

“Oh you weren’t?” Max exaggerates his words.

Nick pulls out your bag from under the bed, you stare at it, “Little liar aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t! I promise.” You plead, pulling against the restraints.

“You want to make it upto us?” Max questions, tilting his head to gauge your response, searching for even a flicker of insubordination.

You nod, “Please.”

Max looks towards Nick. The latter hums audibly, contemplating but the gleam in his eyes has you know he already decided.

Max hands him the small blade. Nick climbs in next to you. The flat edge of the knife trails over your right leg, when Nick reaches your thigh he taps the blade twice.

Your legs part for him, the blade catches on the hem of your dress. He begins to tear it apart. Leaving you exposed to them. The dress hangs off of your shoulders.

“I think we need to see a little more skin don’t we Max?” Nick asks rhetorically, your breath hitches as he traces the tip over the swell of your breast, the straps cut through.

You bite your lip, Nick presses a soft kiss to your sternum.

“Be good.” He warns, your bra falls in tatters around you.

Max joins in on the bed, fingers brushing along your inner thighs, then higher he hums appreciatively as the wetness seeps onto his fingers.

“My, my, little tesoro. You really want to be a good little slut for us.” The panties are shifted to the side, his fingers brush over your folds, you whimper. Max keeps his teasing movements going, watching the way you keep coating his fingers.

Nick cuts through the fabric, leaving you fully at their mercy.

Nick reaches forward his thumb and index finger twisting your nipple. Max begins to circle his thumb around your clit. You bite your lip not to make a sound.

A sharp sting on your cunt has you cry out.

“You do not hold back those sounds.” Nick reprimands and Max’s palm stings against your pussy. You clench around nothing as you moan. Twisting against the cuffs.

“You want our forgiveness?” Max taunts, his palm leaving redness in its wake as he spanks over your inner thighs. Nick strokes your cheek, softness in contrast with Max’s harsh spanks.

“Please.” You plead, Nick shakes his head.

You’re turned over, hands crossed and laying on your stomach. Max breathes deeply, the fabric of your dress cut further and taken off.

You feel Nick grab your hips lifting them higher, your shoulders strain as the pull of the cuffs has you arch to find comfort.

Max sits next to you, making you look at him. He smiles, your lips part to apologise but you cry out as Nick’s palm comes into contact with your ass.

“Trusted you prinţesă.” He hisses, massaging the flesh, then alternating his harsh spanks you twist and wiggle to no respite. Tears brim over. Max’s index finger wipes over them and then the other side with the back of his fingers. He provides you with no other gentleness. Instead watching Nick continue.

How long had it been you don’t understand or perceive. Spanking alternated between the two of them. After their set of ten they’d tease your folds, cooing at the needy way your pussy would want their fingers to fill you up. And they did, long thick digits stuffing you. Getting soaked by your arousal. Thumbs tapping your clit, at the edge of bliss and then nothing.

Nick switches with Max again, he offers his soaked fingers to you, your tear stained cheeks pull no leniency this time. Your lips part to clean his fingers.

Not a word of praise.

You’ve been good, you apologised.

Yet nothing.

Just pain.

It stopped feeling good too.

“I’m sorry!” You cry out at the next spank. Sniffling you bury your head.

Body fell flat against the bed, your arms stretched to their maximum to opposing ends. You feel the sting of both their palms spanking you at the same time.

You sob, crying out broken sorries.

The cuffs are undone and you’re turned around again, Max unzips his jeans, his cock hard and waiting. He pulls you down along the bed. The sheets add to the burn on your ass. You grip them.

Max rubs his cock over your folds, “You thought you could lie to us?”

“I’m sorry.” You hiccup and then moan as he slams into you. Filling you up so good the burning ache numbing with each thrust. Pleasure overtakes your body.

“Little tesoro, I’m so fucking mad. I trusted you so much.” Max grunts, “Fucking pussy’s so fucking,” he groans, your leg wrapped around his waist, “Addictive. Going to make you our little cumslut.”

You clench around his cock. His thrusts are hard and fast, “Look at Nick.” Max grunts out, “Fucking vice like grip.”

You look up, Nick watches you, his hand leisurely moving over his cock. You lick your lips. He smirks.

“You want a taste, prinţesă?”

“Oh she does, fucking velvet walls can’t get enough.” Max pulls out, you mewl at the loss.

Nick stands, cock bobbing against your cheek as they have you lay across the bed so your head hands off of the edge.

Both of them thrust into you, your mouth and pussy fill at the same time, eyes rolling back as they thrust in sync. Nick tweaks your nipples and you moan around him. Large hands on your breasts, cupping and squeezing.

“Fuck—I missed this lying mouth.” He groans, he places a hand on your throat feeling himself thrust deep. “You’re going to make such a pretty cumslut, prinţesă.”

Max grabs your hip, fingers on your clit circling adding to the unravelling pleasure that begins to take over after all the edging.

Pleasure courses through your veins, you arch up, the sheet fisted both of them moan your name.

Max fucks you through your orgasm, your mouth slack even as Nick pulls out. Hoarse moans of Max’s name leave your lips.

“Going to fill you up.” Max’s hips stutter, he groans spilling into you. His palm grabbing your jaw, your knees pressed to your chest as he kisses you. It’s sloppy, needy, all consuming. Biting down on your lip as he pulls out of you and pulls his lips away.

Your chest heaves, Max sits back against the bed and Nick grabs your legs, you’re pulled to the edge and flipped over. He grabs you by your neck, pulling you up.

Your back against his chest, your hands grab at his, his cock spears you, you cry out his name. Nick’s thicker girth makes you feel fuller, his head brushing against the spot that has your legs trembling.

He knew you wouldn’t last, he was counting on it, “such a pretty cunt. All ours to use isn’t it?” He squeezes your throat, his fingers rub harshly on your clit. You nod, “Please, please, please—,” a strangled plea leaves your lips as you cum yet again, slumming against Nick as he ruts into you.

Your spasming walls don’t allow him to last long, “Your mouth is fucking wonderful but this? Divine. You aren’t getting away from us.” He promises, your lips meet his as he cums inside you as well. His kiss is equally claimant, his dominance harsher. His stubble burns against your skin.

As if the two of them want to share you but want the other to know who actually owns you.

Aftershocks thrum through your body. Nick pulls out, you feel the mess coat your thighs. Max kneels on the bed, holding you up as Nick leaves. He wipes your tears, cupping your face.

Water runs and the door shuts, a warm cloth is moved upon your body, you hiss as it brushes over your sensitive flesh. Nick turns your head to the mirror on the opposite wall your body is littered with hickeys and marks of them.

“There isn’t going to be a punishment next time if you pull this stunt, prinţesă.” Nick warns.

You blink, they meet your gaze in the reflection.

“Exactly little tesoro. You did well for us. Maybe there is redemption for you after all to be our good girl.” Max kisses your cheek.

“Do you understand?” They ask, you nod.

“I do.”

“Whose are you?” Max raises a brow.

“Both of yours.” Your answer pleases them.

“Will you ever run away?” Nick narrows his eyes.

“Not unless you both are where I have to run toward.”

You’re kissed again, one by one.

Rewarded by tongues and wandering hands.

Laying between the two their fingers inside you, making you cum apart between them. Over and over. Late into the night or early into the day they allow you rest.

You pull away from bed carefully, the two of them in the seating area talking softly, you search for clothes but you only find Max’s hoodie and Nick’s briefs. Your bag had the other essentials but not any clothes. They would sedate you to move you again. You try to not let the thought curdle in your chest. Wearing the clothes, you head into the kitchen.

Bags from a local burger joint are on the small table. You stand at the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves.

“Ah there she is, my little thief.” Nick chuckles, “Come on we have your favourite curly fries.”

“And strawberry milkshake mixed with half of vanilla.” Max holds up the cup.

You stare at the food and drink.

“Oh you don’t trust us?” Max shakes his head amused, “Told you.” He says to Nick. He reaches for the fries and eats a random one, making a show out of chewing it. Holding his arms wide as if to show no damage to himself.

Nick does similarly with the milkshake, taking a sip and making a face at the combination but again nothing happens to him, “We’re good to you. We’re safe. Unlike the place you planned on running toward.”

You giggle at their antics. Padding over to them and taking the spot between them. You eat the food, and drink your milkshake, being their good girl. They smile, no anger or disappointment in their eyes.

“So will the two of you ever be inside me together?” You ask randomly, popping a fry in your mouth the two of them begin coughing not expecting that question. You laugh padding over to the counter that harbours the water bottles, unscrewing them you quickly hand them their bottles and take your own.

“Sorry, I thought…” You look away shyly.

“Maybe we do your fantasies after we’re done with your punishments.” Nick suggests, rubbing his chest.

You look from him to Max, he takes another sip of water, “Little tesoro, we aren’t done punishing you yet.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” You agree with them. They nod.

Max reaches for a french fry and slumps forward. Your eyes widen, “Max!”

Nick’s eyes turn from the slumped over conman to you, you stare at him accusingly, he stands, you watch him reach for the gun on the side table but he falls forward as well, “Nick!”

Their eyes are open, you wipe the panic from your face, rolling your eyes.

“Oh don’t worry, soon it will be a nice little sleepy time.” You promise, eating another fry and dusting your hands off, “Well these past hours have been very entertaining but I have some very important business to attend.” You stand, moving over Nick’s body towards Max. Their eyes have the anger yet again.

“Oh it’s just a little drug. The way you drugged me.” You smile at Max, taking a deep breath before dragging him along the carpet to the bedroom. You cuff him to the bed frame. Leaving him watching you from the ground you head back to drag Nick back inside.

“Max and Nick, the two of you were right, strength training has its perks.” You grin, cuffing Nick works the same way. You sift through their bags for clothes opting for Max’s since they wouldn’t have any stitched in trackers. You’d ditch them anyways.

They helplessly watch you strip down, and put on clothes. You open your seized bag, the hidden pocket still has the keycard you need. You smile at them.

“Well boys,” you saunter over to them, then spot your shoes, wearing them you make your way back. You place a kiss against Max’s soft cheek then Nick’s stubbled one, “Thank you for the fuck, I don’t appreciate the spanking.” You wink, “Maybe we can continue this another time.”

You close the door gently, you’re just outside of New York you crack your stiff neck. Reaching for the burner tucked into the sole of your shoe you dial the number.

“Hansen and Barnes’ or Barnes and Hansen’s Services.” The cheery voice greets you.

“Llyod.” You greet walking down the steps towards the road. Hailing down a cab.

“Ah, sweetheart, grumpy here was angrier than ever.” Lloyd informs, you shake your head at his nonsense.

“Well he can meet me at his favourite place. Oh and I have Fowler and Burnett tied up.” You inform, he whistles, impressed by your antics.

“Get there, I’m sure he’s excited to meet his Doll.” Lloyd teases, “I’ll tell him. Text me where they should be.”

You hear a muffled sound then punches and groans, you use the time to text Lloyd. You get down from the taxi at the first subway station’s steps.

“Doll.” Bucky greets over the call, making you smile.

“Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I hear you’ve earned redemption?” He enquires.

“I have.”

“Good girl. Knew you would make me proud. I’ll meet you at our favourite place in an hour.” He promises.

“An hour Mr. Barnes.” You affirm, he chuckles.

“I’ll see you, Doll.” Bucky promises before the line goes dead.

You break the flipphone, dropping it on the platform, kicking it onto the tracks and then leaving the station with the hood up.

-x-x-x-x-

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wh0reforoldmen · 1 year

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Take me out

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Max Burnett x fem!Reader

Warnings: L bombs, mentions of smut, mentions of switch!Max

Word count: 1.87k

summary: Max said that he was off limits when you first met, well he might’ve changed his mind

You fixed your makeup and sighed, checking yourself in the mirror.

You smoothed down the skirt of your dress; it hugged all your curves and creases on your body. You swear Max likes to show you off to everyone, telling them how lucky he is to have you.

The dark red fabric was soft to the touch; it had a slit up your leg to your mid-thigh, showing off your left leg, it had lace sleeves with a delicate pattern of floral designs, while the fabric stopped at just the top of your breasts, the lace curved around your collarbone to form the sleeves. The strappy black heels looked pretty cute with them too. And to complete the look, a pair of dangling diamond earrings and a black gem necklace sat at the curve of your breasts.

You checked yourself in the mirror a few more times before grabbing the matching dark red purse and waiting for that text.

You didn’t have to wait long for your phone to ping and a message from Max saying that he was outside. You checked one last time that you looked perfect before stepping out of your apartment and downstairs, Max already waiting for you by the doors.

Of course, he was wearing black; it was his best colour to wear and it suits him well. You walk out of the complex; his head spins around, and he smiles at you, his eyes looking at you up and down.

"You look gorgeous," he complimented, holding out his hand to you.

He didn’t look bad himself; the black blazer and dress pants with the white shirt with the first two or three buttons undone really suits him. His hair was also slicked back; a few stubborn strands were loose, but you loved it either way.

You took his hand with a smile "You don’t look too bad for yourself, Max,"

He helped you into his car and got in before driving off. The restaurant you were going to is unknown to you; he likes to keep it that way with all your dates with him. You don’t mind it, but sometimes you'd like to know where you’re going.

The car ride was quiet, the radio filling that silence between you two. You looked over at him and just... looked at his sharp jawline, his thin black hair, and God, you loved his eyes too. The bright blue that looked at you with such softness but to others with such anger, you could get lost in them for hours. For his age, he was a fucking handsome devil, aged like a fine wine if you say so yourself.

He glanced over at you, catching you red-handed staring at him, the corners of his lips curled up into a smile, "Got something on your mind, Princess?" He asked, turning his head with a cheeky grin.

Your face went up in flames, and you quickly looked away, looking in front of you and saying, "Just wondering where we’re going." You quickly replied, sucking your bottom lip in and rolling it between your teeth, hoping he’d fall for it. Who are you kidding? It’s Max! The God of deceit.

“Sure, princess,” he hummed. “Do you remember what we agreed on? I’m just here to spoil you,”

It sounded right at the time. Yes, you did find him attractive when you first met and made that agreement, but things change! You’ve spent more and more time with Max, and you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

“Yes, I do remember,” You say with a roll of your eyes, you hate that he has rules; yeah, it’s understandable, but some of them are just... bizarre. But it’s his line of work that makes them bizarre, so none of you can do anything about it.

“So you know I’m off limits,” he reminded you, placing a hand on your bare thigh. You held your breath as you looked down at his hand; his hands were rough in comparison to your soft skin, but damn, his hands were huge, and the veins connecting his hand to his fingers were... shit.

“Yes, I know,” you nodded, holding back a whimper as his hand gently rubbed your skin.

“Good girl,” He pulled his hand away and placed it back on the steering wheel, that smug grin plastered on his face.

That smug bastard.

Finally, you go to the restaurant, and it’s somewhere you’ve never been and could never afford if you never had Max.

He helped you out and walked in with you, his arm around your waist with his hand on your hip. You walked through the glass doors and held in your gasp—it was so... luxurious. The chandelier had to be made of real diamonds! The floor was a hard white marble with a golden shimmer, and the tables were all arranged so that no one would bump into them. The waiter elegantly led you both to a table in the middle of the room.

You both sat down while he gave you the menus and walked off, giving you time to pick out your drink and meal. The tables were dark oak, and the groves were incredibly detailed. You looked up at Max, and he smiled at you and said, “Guess you like it?"

It wasn’t exactly a question but you nodded anyway “it’s amazing Max, thank you,”

You both had a great time at the restaurant, just talking to each other about anything but work and stress; this was just something to get you both to relax a bit. You easily spent two or three hours in there, talking and eating, and this is what it’s usually like with Max.

Sometimes you don't see him for weeks at a time, but when he does come back. Fuck, he spoils you rotten. You get treated like a queen.

He has you closer to him as you both walk out of the restaurant and to the car, his arm around your hip and his hand laced around yours, fingers lacing together. It felt good, strange but good!

“Remember what I said earlier in the car?” Max began, “When I said that I was off limits,” you looked up at him with a confused look but nodded. Why was he burning this up again? It was just a reminder that you couldn't have him. You can’t.

“Yes, I remember, why?” You asked, your hand gently squeezing his as you approached his car.

He hesitated.

Max was hesitant to speak?

Since you’ve known Max for almost a year, he’s never been hesitant to speak, not even in bed when you’re ordering him to speak. He just doesn't.

“Well, I was thinking that we can ignore that one rule; I know I made it up, but fuck. Look at you, how could I not fall for you?” He said this while looking down at you and coming to a halt.

You could feel your heart pounding with each word he said; he wants to break the rule and... get together? Fuck, this was like a dream come true. A smile came to your lips as you looked up at him. “This isn’t one of your tricks now, is it, Max?” You inquire, your hands approaching his face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.

His bright blue eyes looked into yours, and he shook his head. “I promise, it’s not.” He said, his hands coming to your waist and pulling you closer “Kiss me,”

You didn’t deny his request; you pulled him in, your soft lips collided with his slightly chapped ones. He lets you be in control of the kiss, his hands only sliding down to your ass and gently squeezing the soft mounds before moving back up to the small of your back. You both pulled away for air and looked into each other's eyes, a smile coming to his lips. “I love you, princess.” He confessed, making your heart flutter.

“I love you too, Max.” You smile, using your thumb to wipe the saliva off his bottom, swollen, pink lip.

“Let's go home, yeah?" You smirked “Show you how much I really love you,”

He chuckled and landed a hard smack on your ass. “Let's see who wins first,” he said, leading you to the car and getting in with you.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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I own you | Max Burnett

Pairing -> Max Burnett x female!Reader

Summary -> Max paid so you don’t have to go to the therapy anymore and takes you home, but you didn’t know he owns you then, until he makes it clear and makes sure you know you’re his.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, dark themes, kind of kidnapping, mention of drugs, Smut, fingering (fem!receiving), praises, daddy kink, degradation, slapping on the thigh, bit of breeding kink, possessive Max

Wordcount -> 1.4k

Request -> For your 1K Followers Special, I have a Max Burnett request with the prompts “I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum.” and “You will obey.” Also can you add a daddy kink to it please. Thank you in advance and take your time🩵 @sergeantbarnessdoll

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request, Max with those prompts and daddy kink has to be possessive. I hope you like what I wrote with those prompts. My requests are open or feel free to join my 1k-Follower Special.

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Max Burnett helped you out when the woman wanted to bring you back to the therapy you needed to start because of drugs a few years ago. He paid the woman and took you with him, and now you’re there, in his house, in your own room, waiting for him to come and bring you to the kitchen.

You’re still not sure how to react around the older man, but he has something that you like. But he paid for you and doesn’t let you leave the house or the room without him by your side. That’s the reason you’re sitting on your bed, reading the book you thought could be the most interesting.

“Good morning,” he says with a low voice when he opens the door of the room and smiles at you.

“Morning,” you mumble, looking at him.

Max smiles and walks a step to the side so you can get out of the room. You get up slowly and stretch yourself before you walk towards him. He follows every movement, making sure you won’t freak out and run away, out of the room and through the house.

“I’m not running away,” you say, rolling your eyes and waiting on the floor for him to lead you to the kitchen.

“You can’t run away. I own you.”

That’s the moment you groan annoyed and look up at him, his hand immediately holding you by your shoulder and pressing you against the wall. Max's face is just inches away from yours, his body pressed against yours while he leans closer, his jaw clenched, and his eyes staring down into yours.

“Don’t push the limits with your behavior; you will learn to do what I want you to do; you will obey,” he hisses through gritting teeth.

You feel suddenly so small with him towering over you, his hands on your shoulder, while he presses you against the hard wall behind you. You shiver slightly before you drop your head, and Max laughs darkly before his grip loosens on your shoulders.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you mumble, almost not audible.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he says, his tone cold.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

He smiles before he shows his hand to the kitchen and lets you walk in front of him. You can almost feel his body against you, his eyes staring at you, following the smallest movement you’re making.

You look around, smiling when you see the breakfast he made on the table. With a few more steps, you walk closer to the table and take a seat, waiting until he sits opposite you. When you start eating, you look at him every once in a while.

“Max?”

“Mhm.”

“Will you hurt me?” your voice is quiet, your eyes fixing him, while your bottom lip softly trembles and your hand shakes.

The expression on his face immediately changes from a cold one to a soft one. Max hasn’t looked at you in such a soft and loving way before, but you could definitely get used to it. He smiles softly when he pushes his chair back and gets up from it to walk around the table and get on his knees in front of you. Max grips your hands softly, his thumbs rubbing soft circles on the backs of your hands. Then he looks into your eyes, smiling a bit more.

“I’m not gonna hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. I love you; I take care of you,” he says.

“Y-you can’t love me yet?” you ask a bit unsure of how he reacts when you say that.

“I can, and I do. And you will too,” Max tells you, smirking.

One of his hands lets go of your hand, and he slides it along your thigh. His fingers caress over the soft skin of your leg before he reaches your pants and lets his hand slip underneath them. Your eyes widen softly when you look at his hand, which is now underneath the fabric of your short pants, stroking your thigh softly.

“Max-“ you whimper, unsure how to feel with his hand so close to your throbbing cunt.

“Do you want me to continue?”

You nod your head softly until he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, and you swallow harshly.

“Yes, please.”

Max smirks; his fingers rub small circles on your clit, while he doesn’t even dare to look away from your face for a second. You moan softly, moving your hips to get more friction. He pushes your pants to the side and guides his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, more.”

You sound so desperate, whining for him, for his fingers, and probably soon for his thick cock, which is already growing in his pants. Max slips one of his fingers into you, curling it. Then he pulls them out of you and repeats it. Your walls are clenching around his finger, and you throw your head back while you moan shamelessly.

"Max, pl-“ he interrupts with a sharp smack on your inner thigh.

“You will call me 'Daddy', huh? You’re Daddy’s little slut. Be my good girl, babe,” he says, groaning when you grip his hair to ground yourself.

“Daddy, faster.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. Max adds another finger to your tight hole and pushes them deep and fast into you. He still admires your face, the way your eyes are almost closed, your lips are parted, and your cheeks are slightly red. His blue eyes look so soft when he brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing it, and then he slides his thumb into your mouth.

You clench around his fingers; the pleasure in your belly grows, and you can feel your orgasm being close. Max can say it too, and he speeds up, hitting all the right places and making you moan loudly. He smirks, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and gripping your jaw. You look at him, trying to throw your head back again, but he holds you in place.

“I hope you don’t plan to cum before I allow you to cum,” he says, demanding.

“Please- Daddy, I’m so close.”

“So desperate. My little cock slut, only mine. Tell me, tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” you whine.

Max groans, curling his fingers inside of you again. He would like to have his fingers buried inside of you for a while longer, but he would prefer to let you cum and carry you into his bedroom to give himself some release too.

“You’re right, my sweet little girl,” he says. “You’re such a good girl for me, so cum, now. Cum all over my fingers, make a mess on my fingers, and then I will fuck you. Fill you with my seeds so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your grip on his hair tightens, and when you cry out, you cum all over his fingers. Your walls are clenching, pulling him deeper inside of you while he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm. He hits every spot inside of you, which makes you moan and whine even more. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy when you slowly calm down from your high.

“You did so well for me. Now you will give Daddy a thank you for letting you cum and allowing you to make a mess on my fingers," Max says.

He removes his fingers, which are soaked with your wetness, and looks at them. You can’t stop yourself from moaning when you see the admiring way he looks at his fingers and your cum all over them. Then he lifts his hand to his mouth and pushes his fingers between his lips. Max uses his tongue to clean them, circling his tongue around his fingers and groaning at your taste. When he slips his fingers out of his mouth, he stands up and towers over you, leaning closer until he captures your lips with his and kisses you deeply and passionately. Then he lifts you up and carries you into his bedroom.

“I love you, babe,” he says.

“I love you too, daddy,” you mumble, smiling, while he looks with his soft blue eyes and a big smirk across his face into your eyes and kisses your lips again. He is obsessed with you, and he can’t wait to see every inch of your body and finally breed you so you’re his and everyone will see that you belong to him.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Little Runaway: Epilogue

And this is it, everyone! The final part of this great story. I hope you enjoy it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

*Two Months Later

The party was at the trailer pestering Eddie about the upcoming campaign.

“I’m not telling you nuggets anything!” he said laughing.

“Come on,” Dustin pleaded. “Just a hint. A theme, even.”

“No.”

Steve looked up from where he was working on Eddie’s van and shook his head. “Leave him alone, guys. You know how tight lipped he can be.”

All eyes turned to Steve like a pack of hungry wolves.

“You know, don’t you, Harrington?” Mike asked.

Steve laughed. “Even if I did, doesn’t mean I understand it enough to give you the information you want.”

They all looked at each other and grumbled. He had a point. They stopped badgering Eddie and started talking about their characters that they were building. Max rolled her eyes and walked over to Steve.

She put her elbows on the side of the van and batted her eyelashes at him. “You going to tell them that you and Eddie are dating?”

Steve blushed. “Eventually. I’ve never dated a boy before and Eddie is still wary about coming out to them. Him being gay was one of the reasons him and Wayne had to come to Hawkins in the first place. And as we found out Hellfire has loose lips. We just don’t know whose.”

Max nodded. “Makes sense. Find the leak, then open the valve.”

Steve grinned. “You got it.”

Eddie came up to them. “Hey, babe. You should shower while we cook up the burgers.”

Steve nodded.

“How is my other baby?” Eddie asked jutting his head toward the van.

“Running just fine, Munson,” Steve said with a smile. He waved Max off the van and slammed the hood down.

He went inside the new trailer and Eddie went to go heat up the grill.

Food was soon ready but Steve hadn’t come out yet.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “It’s all that hair care products. I’ll go see if I can’t move him along, shall I?”

Everyone agreed.

But after a few minutes they both hadn’t returned.

“I say we eat without them,” Mike said, his stomach growling.

“I’ll just go see what’s taking them,” Dustin said getting up.

Dustin was almost at the door when Max’s brain caught up. “No, Dustin! Wait!”

But it was too late. Dustin had reached the door and threw it open. And started screaming. Mike and Will immediately got up to see what was wrong. Lucas got up too, but Max sat him back down.

“You don’t want to see that,” she murmured into her hands. “Trust me.”

Then Mike and Will were screaming.

Erica and El shared concerned looks.

“It’s fine,” Max assured them. “Well mostly. The boys are going to be scarred for life. But it’s fine.”

“Why would they be scarred for life?” Lucas asked.

Just then Dustin came over to them screaming. “Eddie and Steve were kissing!”

Max looked up from her hands. “Is that all?”

Mike and Will were close behind.

“What do you mean, is that all?” Mike protested. “Isn’t that enough?”

“They could have been having sex,” Max suggested, raising her brows.

There was a chorus of gagging and retching noises.

Eddie and Steve came up from behind the boys. “Don’t knock it until you try it, meatheads.”

Will blushed and looked down at his feet. “You do realize we’re only fourteen in most cases, right?”

Eddie laughed. “I had sex when I twelve.”

And they gagging started up again.

“Does this make you a queer, Harrington?” Mike asked.

Will bumped his arm and glared at him.

“Why are you only asking me and not Eddie, too?” Steve replied.

“We’ve known for ages that Eddie was,” Will murmured.

Steve and Eddie turned to Will, eyes wide and jaws slack.

“Come again?” Eddie asked.

“Angie Burnett was flirting with you really hard the last time you took us to the arcade,” Max said. “But you kept eyeing her brother Kent instead.”

“Oh,” Eddie said.

Steve shoved him playfully. “This better have been before we started dating, sweetheart.”

Eddie blushed. “It was a couple months ago. Before...” he waved his hands around helplessly. “You couldn’t take them for some reason, so they asked me.”

Steve grinned. “Good.” He gave Eddie a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t share.”

They dug into the food and the kids watched as Steve and Eddie seemed to find each other’s orbit no matter what they were doing.

Max smiled. Yeah, Clint Harrington was an ass who had a lot to answer for, but he had also set off the chain of events that brought her two favorite people together.

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sebstan2020 · 1 year

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Who Do You Belong To

Pairings: Max Burnett X Reader

Summary: You come home from pulling a con and Max is waiting for you

Warnings: Dom/Sub, Smut, Spanking, Ownership, Crawling, Fingering, Sex, Orgasm Delay, Sir Kink, Boot Worship, Body Worship, Scratching

Max sat in the plush chair in the corner of the room, one leg resting on his knee, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. The warm lights glowed down on him, placing him in the spotlight. The apartment was quiet, the only sound being the ice clinking in his glass as he sipped it delicately, licking his lips of the strong liquor. He could drink it like water if he wanted too but he strained himself from doing so. He needed his head on. He glanced down at his watch again, taking in the time and his eyes flickered to the door across from him. He bounced his leg, waiting patiently, staring off into the darkness until his attention was stolen by the door opening slowly, the creek annoying him.

You shuffled into the apartment, duffle bag hanging beside you, and you slipped off your shoes, entering inside. Your eyes immediately met with his, dark, slightly narrowed, and intense. He held a scowl on his face as he watched you slowly walk in, a nervous look on your face. You knew this was going to sting.

“You’re late” he said through the silence, and you swallowed.

“I’m sorry… I had a problem; he wasn’t going down and I didn’t want to drug him anymore than I had to” you squeaked. It was the truth. The guy you were tackling tonight happened to be on the larger side and the drugs weren’t taking affect as quickly as they normally did and the last thing you wanted to do was send him into an overdose and get done for murder. Then all this work would have been for nothing. Max took the last of his drink, swallowing it in one gulp and placed the glass down carefully.

“You know I don’t like it when you are late” he said softly and you bit your lip, wondering what to reply with. You knew he didn’t like you being late and yet you could have called and said you were going to be. But with the guy not going down and being clingy all night, you had your hands full. Although you were certain you were going to make up for it later tonight.

“You got the money?” he asked, raising his head a bit and you smiled, showing him the duffle bag. He grinned, his eyes perking up as he watched you closely.

“Good girl, why don’t you bring it over to me” he ordered, tilting his head and you felt a tingle go through your body. You fell down to your knees, crawling on all fours as he had trained you to, leaning down to pick the leather straps of the duffle into your mouth, teeth biting into the thick leather and a tangy taste lingering on your tongue. You picked the heavy bag up, your jaw straining at the weight of it and began to crawl forwards, just as he liked. Your dress shifted upwards, revealing your thighs and the hint of your lace panties underneath, the ones he picked out for you. The carpet underneath was soft and cushioned your hands and knees.

As you crawled closer, like a well-trained dog, you caught his scent, that Dior perfume he brought a couple weeks ago with the money you gained from that short con. It was a simple one, could be carried out by anyone, like taking candy from a baby. It helps when the person your conning is practically a moron as well. But nonetheless Max was happy. You always made him happy. That’s why you’re his girl.

You brought the bag over to him, looking up with puppy dog eyes and flushed cheeks, waiting for your next command. He reached down and took the bag from your mouth, dumping it on his lap and immediately opening it, a smirk appearing instantly at the wads of green. It always amazes him how people walk around with this much cash. Max felt a tingle run through him as he ran his hand through the bills, the touch exhilarating, his heart racing, and pupils dilating. You’d think he’d be used to this feeling of seeing this much money and yet it surprises him every time.

“Good girl” he praised, earning a sweet smile from you as it instantly turned you on, his words beating through you. You sat back on your hunches, hands placed neatly on your thighs and eyes forward on him, waiting for further instruction. He radiated power and control, just sitting there, high above you like a king on his throne. He dumped the bag next to him, leaning back and taking a deep breath.

“Go on, you know what I want” he urged, his voice husky and dominating and you felt your stomach flip with pleasure. “Yes Sir” you answered softly, leaning forwards back on your hands and knees. You puckered your lips, pressing a kiss to the toe of his boot, the ones that cost him over $400. They suited him so well, almost like he was a military officer. A fantasy of him ordering you about like a soldier ran through your head and made your pussy twinge, your wetness soaking your panties. Imaging him ordering you to do push ups while he spanks you made you feel numb, like on a heroin high. But that was for another day. Perhaps you would mention it to him. Right now, you were here to serve him, just like he wanted.

You kissed his boot up and down, worshipping him like a god. The mere thought of him just watching you in pleasure turned you on and you fought the urge to look up and see those bright blue eyes of his staring down at you. You kissed the leather delicately, pressing kisses around the side of his foot, in any place he’d want to be worshipped. Why, because he was in charge. He made you what you are today. Without him, you’d be working in that hardware store for the rest of your life, living off pot noodle and stale water. You’d never known the finer things in life until you met him. He was the reason the thank for where you are today, and he wasn’t going to forget that. But without you, he wouldn’t have what he wanted. He needed you and you needed him.

“Now the other one” he ordered quietly, moving his other foot into the spotlight. You switched to the other, the leather taste lingering on your lips and your tongue, the taste tangy and weird. Max watched in pleasure, a smile on his lips and a hardness through his pants. If there was one thing that he liked, it was gratitude. He didn’t teach you everything he knew for you to become a selfish brat. All his hard work wasn’t just for nothing. The money of course was gratitude but it was spilt both ways and so he wanted to be personally thanked.

“Now up my leg” he murmured, and you grinned against his foot, slowly beginning to kiss your way up his leg, trailing your lips on the inside along his jeans. His scent grew more, intoxicating and you let out a soft moan as you reached his thigh, looking up with doll light eyes and mystery as he watched you closely. Those eyes of his were mesmerising, almost capturing you like an evil wizard. You placed kissed on his thigh, moving to his crotch, and looked up for direction. Max took a breath, leaning forwards and cupping your face in his large hands, bending you back to get a good look at you. Silence took over the apartment as he inspected you, eyes matched with yours. Then he granted you some pleasure, leaning down to kiss you softly, gently, dominantly. You moaned into his lips, his face warm against your cold nose, a hint of whiskey and mint on his breath, almost like he was getting you drunk. His clean-shaven jaw was smooth to the touch, gliding over your skin like oil. His kiss was like a drug, addicting and leaving you wanting more and entering into a withdrawal stage when he pulls away.

You reached for more, pressing harder into his lips but he pulled away, eyebrows raised, and you gasped softly. How silly of you to think this was going at your pace. Did you forget he was in charge. The smirk on his face said everything and he ran his hands down your neck, over your shoulders.

“Take this off” he whispered. “Yes Sir” you answered softly. Slipping out of the black dress, you kicked it to the side, hooking your thumbs into your panties and pulling them off as well. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sudden coldness. You felt exposed, on display like a mannequin. Max ran his eyes over you, taking in every inch and curve of your body. You were stunning. Every inch of you he has touched and only he would touch. Yes, you let people touch you for the cons but outside of those, anyone who dared stepping into his territory wouldn’t last.

“Now over my knee” he ordered darkly. You fell back down to the floor, crawling with a sexy sway to your body and crawled yourself over his knee. Max took a deep breath, his hand running over your body, fingers teasing you and smoothed it over your bare ass. You had a feeling you knew what was coming and yet it surprised you at the same time as his hand spanked your hard, slapping your skin and echoing into the apartment. You gasped loudly, pushing your weight into his knee as he gripped your ass tightly, grabbing flesh as he brought his hand down again.

“What do you say?” he growled.

“Thank you, Sir,” you groaned as he spanked you again, his cock starting to harden more underneath you. He moaned softly, his hand smoothing the sore area and then bringing it back down again, your skin turning bright red and burning like you had caught the sun. The pain was intense and pleasurable at the same time, making your pussy drip.

“That’s for turning up late” he whispered in your ear, earning a moan from you.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, and he pulled you up from his knee, attacking you with his lips. You held onto his knees for support, moaning as he trailed his hand over your tits, squeezing one tightly and earning a yelp from you. He grinned against your lips.

“You like this don’t you, you like me being rough with you” he teased.

“Yes Sir, I do” you did like it, you felt an addiction to it like none other.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked, voice quiet but commanding and his hand reach between your legs, rubbing over your aching pussy. With one swipe he had you shaking in his hand, pussy tingling and pulsing, juices dripping down your thighs and over his hand. You were like putty in his hand, being squeezed, and prodded and pulled to get his desire.

“You” you whispered; eyes slightly closed. Your body was turning numb at the pleasure, little beads of sweat forming in the crooks of your body, heat radiating off your skin.

“That’s right, you’re mine, all mine. You know why?” he said, staring right at you, complete control over your body. You knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. You lived for it; you desired it.

“Because you get me exactly what I want” the praise was enough to have you screaming in his hand as he rubbed his fingers faster over your pussy, teasing your clit, running fingers through your folds, and rubbing your juice over your pussy. It was hot down there, and you didn’t know if you could last any longer.

“Oh please” you begged, squirming like a new-born baby, Max grinned, placing a kiss to your lips again but this time he wormed his tongued inside, dancing and swirling with yours, teeth biting your lower lip hard enough for blood to oose out and he lapped it up. Suddenly he stopped, racing to unzip his jeans and pulls his hard cock out, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking you upwards for you to sit on him. You crawled onto his lap, bending down onto his cock that slipped in you easily, pushing all the way inside and filling you up. You head fell back with an intense moan and you started to bounce, pleasure taking over your entire body.

Max gritted his teeth has he groaned, leaning back in the chair, and watching you fuck yourself on him. it was a pleasure to watch, seeing you drop down onto him, body slick with sweat and flush with colour. Your hair was a mess, flying in all directions as you bounced up and down, his cock pushing all the way inside and your pussy tingling. From his warmup you were already on the verge of an orgasm, and he could see you trying to hold it back. Max ran his hands over your body, nails scratching and dragging down, leaving red marks across your body, something for him to admire later.

“Oh, please Sir” you begged. You wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. His cock was hard and also twitching as he felt his own climax.

“Ask me like a good girl” he teased.

“Please Sir may I come?” you said in the politest voice you could use, giving him those beautiful eyes of yours that sometimes made him give in to easily. Tonight, he was feeling generous. You apologised for being late and learnt your mistake and you did bring him a heavy bag of cash. You deserved every bit of this.

Your legs were shaking, toes curling as the tingles erupted through your body, pussy hot and sensitive. Your tits bounced up and down as you did, and the moans were becoming uncontrollable.

Max groaned as he reached his climax, coming inside you, filling you up with his cum. “You can cum” he breathed, granting you permission. You let yourself go, coming on his cock, juices mixing with his and dripping down his hard length, spilling out. You gasped for air, the orgasm so intense that you nearly felt you were going to pass out and if it weren’t for Max holding you up you would have fell. Your body shook, post orgasm and exhaustion kicking in, heavy breaths and tired eyes. Max took a deep breath, hands cupping your face as he brought you down for a kiss, tender and comforting. You moaned quietly against him, foreheads touching as all your energy left you. You stared into his blue eyes, giving an almost drunk smile.

“Did I do good tonight” you asked, and he grinned.

“You did perfect” he whispered.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months

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thebluemage · 1 year

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It’s meeeeee!!!!!!! I think Max starts out as a very cold dom. He doesn’t like to let people in. But little by little, you work your way into his heart. You’re brilliant; a faster learner who impresses even him. You’re his. His perfect, shiny, pretty little thing. Everything you are is because of him.

There still need to be boundaries, he says. So you have your own bed. Every night, after a long day of being out doing who knows what, he expects to come home to you laid out on your bed, waiting for him like a good girl. But what happens if he doesn’t find you like that? 👀

Omg, wait I’ve been thinking about this a lot!! 😵‍💫😩

Where’s my good girl?

Pairing | Max Burnett x female reader

Warning | Implied explicit sexual content, 18+, NO SHARPER SPOILERS, implied punishment, dom!Max/sub!reader dynamic, Max Burnett himself!! (he’s a warning of his own!!)

Summary | Max expects you to be his well behaved good girl, but when you’re not. There has to be consequences.

Word Count | 457

A/N | I had to write this little drabble. I swear ever since watching Sharper, I relate Max to my husband Steve Kemp ❤️‍🔥 (God, they’re so alike!!) and I just need to scream about it!! 😩 Oh my god and thank you for your thots, Dr. Kemp nonnie!! 🔥🔥 Banners made by the lovely @vase-of-lilies. Not beta’d, but all mistakes are my own.

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Max would be very cold at the beginning, very distant and indifferent towards you. At first, you felt like he hates you by the way he glares at you, however he doesn’t. Far from it, he just hides emotions pretty well from you. He’s a very complex individual.

But gradually, he comes to understand and trust you better and vice versa and eventually you’re the one who’s able to capture his heart. So, he dwells you with expensive gifts and you wear his initials on your collar, so others know that you’re his. You’re his and he’s yours.

He can be very gentle but he can be rough too, when he needs to be. So, when he doesn’t see you on your bed, he isn’t angry; he’s a very well composed man. He doesn’t often scream nor is he a hotheaded man. So, his next step is to find you and question you why you aren’t on your bed.

“What are you doing?” He says when he finds you in your bathroom, while standing close behind you. His voice is low and stern in tone.

Shit!! You thought you’d have a little more time left to prepare before his arrival. You’re still in your robe, naked from underneath. And when you hear his voice from behind you and turn around, he’s standing there with his hands in his pockets.

You quickly kneel in front of him, pleading your case and beg for his mercy.

“I’m sorry, Max. I thought I have—”

“What are you supposed to call me, when I’m home?” Max affirms more.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Take off your robe.” He demands curtly.

You quickly stand up and take off your robe, baring yourself to him. He admires every inch of you and lifts up your chin to look at him, before he lifts your body up and puts you across his shoulder and throws you towards the bed where you’re supposed to lay down on. And cages you in, between him and the bed.

“You want to misbehave? Those are two strikes already. Where’s my good girl gone?” He hisses indignantly.

“No, sir!! I didn’t intend to do that. I’m so sorry. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl again.”

“No. You’ve been a bad girl. And you know I don’t like bad girls who disobey the rules. Maybe, I should punish you for it,” He discreetly considers while taking your jaw sharply in his hand to make you look up at him.

"Perhaps, tying you up and edging you would make my good girl appear again who obeys my orders," He smirks up.

"You want to be my good girl again? Then you should take your punishment properly."

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eddiemuonson · 7 months

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Give it to Me - Max Burnett x f! Reader

Summary: You and Max Burnett only meet for sex, but this time something is different. He called you, asking to meet him at his expensive apartment, because he had something for you. This is inspired on Gorilla by Bruno Mars. (You can play the song if you'd like)

Warning: 18+ smutt, explicit sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, minors DNI

Word count: 2.3k

Oh I got a bottle full of liquor with a cocaine

Kicker and I'm feeling like I'm thirty feet tall

So lay it down, lay it down

Max opened the door of his apartment for you, he rested his shoulder on the door frame, wearing a plain white shirt, sweatpants and a Rolex on his wrist. He gave you space to get in, and you left your purse on the table. You noticed he was holding a glass of liquor, half-full, his nose was red, and he was sniffing.

You knew what that meant and stared at his coffee table, a few stripes of cocaine had just been inhaled. Burnett felt like he was floating as the drug was kicking in. Without hesitation, he crashed his lips into yours desperately, pulling your hair with one hand while holding your hip with the other.

He led you to his living room and lay you on his carpet, getting rid of the glass. Still exploring your mouth with his tongue, you felt your stomach sink with the taste of the alcohol in his mouth.

He was drugged and drunk, but he still managed to treat you nicely and carefully. You pulled a strand of his hair out of his face and stared at his blue eyes, darkened after spending the last hour sipping and sniffing. He started to remove the shoulder straps of your dress, stroking your skin with tenderness.

Max didn't care to spend time there and just pushed the fabric down until your breasts came off. You heard him groan in an undertone, his eyes fulfilling with lust while his pupils dilated. He pulled one of your nips in his mouth while cupping the other with a cold hand, the touch made you shiver. He was nipping your skin with furor, making sloppy noises while sucking on it and kissing it.

He was rubbing his thumb on your other nipple, and you made muffled kitty noises under him. Burnett felt his cock throb inside his boxers and kept devouring your skin raw. Max started making a trail on your stomach, leaving love bites and kisses all over your body through your dress until he reached one of your thighs.

He only lifted the dress, unbothered to undress you. You noticed his eyes were red and had this lustful gaze you've never seen before. He made sure to mark your skin, and he squeezed it between his teeth before tearing your lingerie apart with them, and it made you squint.

He looked at you one more time before pulling your legs up to the ceiling, holding them before digging his face into your cunt. You used his shoulders to rest your legs and pressed them together as you felt a long strap of licking of his tongue into your folds.

Max didn't even have to use his saliva as you were so wet, so he used your own juices to make his way into your clit. He spent all his time and gave all his attention to your tiny button, biting and sucking the hell out of it, humming under his moans.

You got your legs up in the sky with the devil in your eyes

Let me hear you say you want it all

Say it now, say it now

You grabbed his hair with both hands while making loud noises, squirming and rolling your hips into his lips. Your brows furrowed, and your eyes widened as soon as you felt two of his fingers thrust between your walls without warning. Max knew better than yourself, that was one of your favorite kinks. Legs up spread, cunt open and wet for him to abuse you as much as he wanted.

But it was different today, he was thirty feet tall and wanted to fuck you mindless. He curled his fingers and found your sweet spot, groaning while eating you whole, his mouth making snap sounds over your clit. You pulled his hair and started thrusting into his face every time he would finger fuck you deeper, feeling intoxicated by the way he was eating and touching you this time.

He didn't want to stop until you came for him, he wanted to feel you pulsate under him until you beg him to stop. "I want it all of you, Max", you whispered, out of breath. You were feeling faint by the way you were trying to inhale all the air, but couldn't wrap your head around it. Your cunt was soaping his fingers, and the sloppy sound it was making let Burnett almost cum inside his boxers.

"That feel good, huh? You like it that way, my little slut?", he breathed into your skin, sucking hard on your clit. You arched your back on the carpet, and he sped up his pace. "I'm going to make you cum like you never did before".

This time everything was different. He usually wasn't romantic, but he liked vanilla sex sometimes as well. He wouldn't call you pet names, either, but it's not like he didn't like rough sex like that. The way he was eating you out for minutes gave you the realization he was willing to make you his sex doll. And you didn't care, because you didn't have a relationship.

Look what you doing, look what you done

But in this jungle you can't run

'Cause what I got for you

I promise is a killer, you'll be banging on my chest

Bang bang, gorilla

It was always pure lust, you knew he worked as a con, and you never agreed with that. He never needed you to accept it, though. You two met in the weirdest day, after he got all the money he was working on to have, you bumped into him. He dropped the bag, and it was heavy as fuck, you tried to pick it up, but he didn't let you.

Even after that, he learned in his gut he wanted to see you again. But he didn't trust anyone, he thought you'd eventually lie to him and take his money. He was obviously greedy as fuck when it came to money, and you only found out about what he did what he did because he let it slip away once.

You hated it at first, you didn't want to keep fucking some nonsense man who would fuck people over for money. But you liked him either way, you liked the way the treated you, even though you weren't sure what it was you had.

Yeah I got a fistful of your hair

But you don't look like you're scared

You're just smiling tell me daddy it's yours

'Cause you know how I like it use a dirty little lover

When Max sucked you harder, you snapped out of your thoughts with a loud moan and broke down, squeezing his head between your thighs, juicing his fingers. Trembling under his touch. You were panting, and your release grew bigger as he kept fingering you. You tried to hold his head back so he could stop overstimulating you, but he didn't.

He grabbed your legs from his shoulders and spread you open for him, leaving a large trace of his tongue into your folds, licking every drop of your liquid, savoring your taste between his teeth. It made you gasp for air as your walls kept throbbing even though you had just come for him. Burnett felt lightheaded when he stared at you, while sucking on his fingers still tasting you, humming.

He quickly dropped his sweatpants and his boxers, his cock slapped his stomach and he pulled you closer, turning you on your stomach, so you were on your fours for him. It didn't take long until he was fully inside you, his length being squeezed by your walls while he was throbbing inside you. He got a fistful of your hair on one hand while holding your ass with the other, whispering disjointed words close to your ear.

You felt his cock hitting your cervix and you whined his name, riding him. You could feel Max grunting and pulling your hair back until you rested your head on his shoulder. He managed to bite your jawline, leaving wet kisses around your neck, sucking on your shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good and tight", his voice was husky, and it sounded like a lullaby in your ear. He was rocking his hips on you so hard your skin was making loud noises through his loft. Max didn't let go of your hair and only pulled it harder, proving to you he had you wrapped around his fingers.

He made you groan when you felt his other hand rocking against your ass, and loved the sound you make when you get hit. He slapped your ass a few more times, thrusting into you until his tip reached your cervix.

"Oh, daddy. Yes, right there. Give it to me, you motherfucker", you purred under him and you felt his cock pulsate inside you. He just kept slapping your ass, amused to watch it giggle, and sped up his pumps.

He only stopped giving attention to your ass to grab you around your neck with a tight grip and hummed in your ear. He was feeling blissful and his eyes were burning with pleasure while fucking you mindless. "They're coming after me", he said. "I want to see you cum for me before they get here".

If the neighbors call the cops, call the sheriff

Call the swat we don't stop

We keep rocking while they knocking on our door

And you're screaming give it to me baby

Give it to me motherfucker

You thought he was delirious, his sex was feral and he was still holding his orgasm for long minutes. You weren't sure he was sober after all the alcohol and cocaine. You tried to ask who, but he continued. "I got betrayed, they turned me in". In between his words, all you could hear was his hips rocking against your ass and you were feeling too tired already.

"Let me fuck you right, baby", he said, gasping. He was almost out of breath and the air around you felt too thin. You changed positions, sighing so loud when you felt your core empty without his cock, and laid him on the carpet. Burnett was still holding his look at you with a different gaze. You sunk on him quickly, smashing against his thighs, and he groaned louder than ever.

You got closer to him, crashing your lips together, navigating through his tongue, and he cupped your face. You were riding him as fast as you could and he willingly thrusted into you further as if it would be possible to. You broke the kiss, holding his face with one hand. "What's gonna happen to you?". His balls were hitting you so hard it was making noises.

"I don't know, and I don't give a fuck. I just want to fuck you until I pass out", he breathed against your lips. You started twisting your moves around his cock, and he gasped, closing his eyes and hitting his head against the floor. "Fuck, you're so good".

You were fucking each other for several minutes when you heard footsteps in the hallway. He was right, they were coming for him. He also noticed the cops were approaching and quickly fucked you harder, his tip hitting your cervix as you started to clench around his length.

You were both giving each other wet kisses, exploring each other's tongues as your orgasm started hitting you like a grenade was exploding inside your body. You held your scream at the same time they started knocking on his door, asking for him. You were still trembling inside him, and Max was lustfully getting his own peak and he exploded inside you, splashing his cum around your walls.

He didn't care he was making a noise, he didn't care he so deliciously moaned as loud as he could, and he held your waist so tight it could break you.

I bet you never ever felt so good, so good

I got your body trembling like it should, it should

You'll never be the same baby once I'm done with you

You were still sitting on top of him when they started banging the door one more time. He took his time, cupping your face once again and kissing you, licking your lower lip with passion almost. He throbbed inside you, it was difficult for him to let you go, but it was time.

When you got up you felt dizzy, your heart was racing, your body was all sweaty and your head pounded. You fixed your dress, looking at Burnett as he was pulling his sweatpants up. You only now figured out why he didn't take his clothes off. He knew they were coming, it was only going to slow him down.

"Max Burnett, open the fucking door or we'll break it", the cop yelled. He looked at you, walked to a black bag and handed it to you. "I'm coming, I was in the shower", he said, never leaving your gaze.

As you opened the bag, you found yourself staring at a pile of money. "What is this?", you whispered. "Are you fucking insane?".

"I can't have it anyway. Take good care of it, make good use of it. There's a million dollars there", he explained, simply. "Now go. There's a backdoor close to my suite. I'll find you soon".

He gave you one last kiss as you headed to the backdoor he talked about. You didn't want to meet his eyes before you left. You didn't want to see him turning himself, but it's what he wanted to do. You watched as he opened the door and then immediately got handcuffed, looking forward. If he looked your way, he would be giving you up to them. Worse than that, he would give up turning himself in instead of running away with you.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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The Truth Will Set You Free

Pairings: Max Burnett x Female Reader, Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: An agent from Max's past has some questions for you. Word Count: Over 4.4k Warnings: E.S.C., Dubcon / Soft!dark (you have been warned), fingering, dirty talk, possessive behavior, manipulation, coercion, truth serum, aphrodisiac, slight feels (it's me), Max Burnett and Nick Fowler (they're warnings, okay?). A/N: My entry for @the-slumberparty 's Something New Challenge. Still swimming a bit in the soft dark pool, I got truth serum. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass (and MAJOR thanks for spitballing with me!), and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The last thing you remembered before waking up was celebrating your first major score with Max. Playing the part of a down to earth girl, you got the attention of a next generation business tycoon. A few dates here and a sob story there about your deadbeat dad in debt with the wrong kind of people, that poor sap did what he could to help get your family out of trouble. Not only did you make off with more than double the intended amount, it took even less time than you planned.

You almost felt bad, but it didn't make a dent in the guy's inheritance.

You impressed Max. Made him proud. He told you that before he kissed you and danced the night away. You expected to be on a plane with him to the Bahamas by now.

Instead, the two of you found yourselves in a dark room with a single lamp and no windows, still in your clothes from the night before.

"Hey," Max said as your eyes adjusted to the dim light. He didn't look roughed up, thank God, but his hair was a bit of a mess and he was cuffed to a metal chair by the ankles and wrists. "You okay?"

You weren't hurt, minus a slight headache, but you didn't want to admit to him that you were afraid.

"I'm okay. You?"

"Peachy," he deadpanned, arching his back like he was trying to get comfortable.

"What's going on?" you asked as you tried to stand only to find yourself strapped to your chair, too. It didn't budge as you attempted to tip it since it was likely bolted to the floor. And even if you had something to pick the cuffs, you couldn't reach it. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," he said as you struggled. "Just take a deep breath and sit still."

"Sit still? Are you kidding me? We-"

"Sit. Still."

"Yes, sir," you muttered.

You weren't sure how Max was so calm, but you eventually stopped moving. Did your now "ex-boyfriend" arrange this once he realized you played him? No, Max assured you that the mark was a safe target, that he wouldn't find or go after you.

So what the hell was going on?

The single door to your left swung open and you tried not to tense up as a man you didn't recognize entered the room. You weren't sure who you were expecting, but you didn't imagine a built, gorgeous man with light brown hair to grace you with his presence. The touch of scruff on his face added to his good looks.

Why am I fixated on how handsome this guy is when I'm strapped to a chair?

"Good. You're awake," the guy said, checking to make sure you were still secure. "Max."

"Nick," he said, not giving anything away as he sized him up.

It wasn't easy to get a read on someone like Max. Most of the time, you never knew what was true when he spoke to you and what was an act. That's how good he is.

A lingering silence stretched as the temperature in the room seemed to rise. Or maybe your body began to warm up from the unease of the situation. "So, you two know each other."

"We do," Nick confirmed, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. For some reason, you didn't flinch at this touch. "Mmm. You feel a bit warm."

"Don't touch her."

Max didn't raise his voice, but something about the slight possessiveness in his voice and Nick's touch nearly made you moan. You shook your head lightly as Nick's hand fell away. Was fear bringing out some undiscovered kink? Or maybe you were going into a fight or flight response.

"I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, sweetheart."

Sweetheart?

"What exactly are the circumstances, Agent Fowler?" Max asked, his shoulders slumped in a bored stance.

Agent? Fuck!

Nick kept his attention on you as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater. "I work for the CIA," he told you as you swallowed. When did your throat go dry? "Your friend Max and I go way back."

You glanced at Max as Nick walked behind him, but he kept his face neutral.

"He fucked me over on a deal. Took a beating from my boss when I showed up empty handed. Had to work my way back up."

Max didn't confirm nor deny Nick's claim.

Your eyes narrowed. Max bribed cops occasionally, but you didn't know it went as deep as the CIA. That would explain why he was here.

But what about you?

"When I heard he was back in the city, I didn't take him in. I watched him," Nick continued, smacking Max's shoulders lightly before he moved beside him. "Both of you. He taught you well."

You didn't squirm as Nick looked you up and down, but something in his gaze left you dizzy.

"Congrats on the score, by the way, but you should really watch who makes your celebratory drinks."

That explains the headache. Just don't say anything. He can't do anything if you keep your mouth shut.

"You two were about to head to the Bahamas, right?" Nick casually asked.

"Yeah," you and Max said at the same time.

Max's brows pinched as you shook your head again, feeling a bit lightheaded.

Maybe he'd give you some water if you asked politely.

"So, Max may have screwed you over," you said carefully, trying to shift the topic away from the recent con. "That's why we're here?"

Nick nodded as he approached you and checked your forehead again. Why did he keep doing that? Why did his touch feel so nice?

You almost licked your lips when he smiled down at you, trying your best to ignore how handsome he was. "You know I had nothing to do with whatever went down between the two of you and I'm sorry it went south, but we can make it right."

Your gaze flickered to Max. As much as he taught you not to let your emotions get the best of you, worry crept into your eyes because you cared. You didn't want Nick to hurt him.

Max, on the other hand, showed nothing behind his blue eyes.

"I'm sure you will," Nick assured you. "For the record, I'm not sending you to jail or letting your old 'boyfriend' know where you are. I just want to ask some questions."

The chuckle Max sounded harsh to your ears. "You set this whole thing up for questions? That's dramatic."

"I guess it is," Nick shrugged.

Your eyes dropped to his hands and bit your lip when you saw the veins, reminiscent of Max's when they roamed your body.

What the hell was the matter with you?

"And what makes you think we'll answer your questions?" Max asked.

Nick smirked as he crouched down so he was at eye level with Max. "Where's Madeline and when's the last time you spoke with her?"

You never met Madeline, but you knew she took Max under her wing. They were involved for some time as well before she screwed him over. Could anyone in the game ever trust each other?

I can trust Max though, right?

Max glared, tight-lipped, as he slowly exhaled through his nose. "You tell me, agent," he said before the back of Nick's hand met his cheek, making his head snap to the side.

"Please, don't hurt him," you begged.

"All he has to do is answer me."

Max, to his credit, didn't make a sound as he glared at the agent, but he did begin to shift in his seat. His hands gripped the chair as he breathed in and out through his nose. It almost looked like he was struggling not to snap. "Oklahoma City. A year ago," he finally answered, his voice a bit strained.

"Very good," Nick grinned, smacking the opposite cheek lightly before he glanced between the two of you. "See, while you two were knocked out, I injected you both with a serum. Something we usually reserve for extreme interrogations. I know many people think truth elixirs don't exist, but they very much do. That's how I know you'll answer my questions."

You felt your heart rate increase as Max scoffed. "Bullshit. You have no way of knowing if we're lying or telling the truth."

"Oh, Max. You're so used to lying that you almost believe it. That was why your voice sounded so strained," Nick said, pushing himself up and crossing his arms. "Because while your instinct is to lie, the drug makes you want to tell the truth. Resisting it is extremely uncomfortable. Even the most disciplined of liars cave."

"So, what do you want?" Max demanded. "Revenge because I fucked you over?"

"So you admit that you did," Nick said, his jaw clenching.

Max's mouth snapped shut.

"May I have a glass of water?" you asked gently.

Nick smiled to himself, which unnerved you. "I'm sure you're feeling a bit parched, but I'll take care of that later," he said, slowly pacing around your chair. "When did you start working with Max?"

You took a couple of breaths in and out, a light burning sensation moving from your head all the way down to your toes when you didn't answer immediately. Nick wasn't lying when he said it was uncomfortable.

"About a year ago," you said, taking another breath. It wasn't as strained as Max's first answer. Maybe because he had been lying longer than you have. "I almost got caught lifting a wallet and he stepped in and helped. I haven't looked back."

Max may have both saved and damned you that day.

Nick hummed, brushing his fingers along the back of your neck. Your back bowed and the action didn't go unnoticed by Max since he sneered at the agent. "Was this your first big score?"

"It was," you exhaled, closing your eyes briefly. "He had me do odds and ends jobs to be sure I was ready."

"When did he start fucking you?" he pressed, his fingers gripping the back of your neck hard enough to make you gasp when you didn't speak right away. "C'mon. You're doing so well."

You gazed at Max through your lashes. The tingling began again like a flame was close to your skin. "Six months ago," you said after a few seconds.

"You care about Max, don't you?" Nick questioned, releasing your neck as he moved beside you. As much as you missed his touch, which was strange, you kept your eyes on Max.

"Yes, I do," you said softly, not trying to resist this time. "How could I not?"

The questions confused you. If Nick had been watching you, then he already knew you and Max were sleeping with each other. Why ask about it?

"Do you like fucking her, Max?" Nick asked.

"Of course, I do."

Why did that make you want to preen?

"I'm sure you do," Nick said, giving you an almost apologetic gaze before he asked the next question. "But you were also planning to ditch her in the Bahamas, weren't you?"

No.

A second passed followed by another. The man across from you avoided your gaze as he hesitated to answer. Max wasn't the kind of man to hesitate. He was trying to lie.

His silence was the worst kind of answer.

"At first, yes," Max admitted, gritting his teeth before he continued. "Fuck, I only saved her that day so I could use her. It paid off. I was going to leave her with enough to get by for a short time and take the rest for myself."

You deflated, unable to mask the hurt you felt as your vision blurred. You thought you meant something to him beyond the job. Of course, you were just another mark. A stepping stone for him to get what he wanted.

You should've seen it coming, yet he blindsided you.

How?

"Why?" you asked breathily even though you were upset. It was getting more difficult to concentrate. Did Nick give you too much serum?

Max held his head high. "Because that's the job. I'm not supposed to feel anything. None of us are. Feelings jeopardize what we do. So I planned to walk away from you," he explained, trying to get out of his chair for the first time. "But things changed, okay? You changed my mind."

Nick regarded you, his gaze softening as you rapidly blinked. "Were you planning to screw him over?"

A tear slid down your cheek as you looked Max in the eye. Was he worth crying over when you weren't worth a thing to him? "No," you whispered, glancing away from both of them.

"Hey, look at me," Max gently ordered. You didn't listen. "I know I'm a piece of shit, but I wasn't going to leave you. Nick is trying to fuck with your head. It's what he does."

Well, it's working.

"Bullshit," you muttered, sniffling. "I don't mean anything to you."

"I care about you so much. Fuck, I may even love you," Max said like it pained him to do so. "I can't lie about that. Look at me, please."

"I don't think she wants to look at you, Max."

"He's right. I don't," you said before you could stop yourself.

"Baby, listen-"

"No! You fucking liar!" you yelled, wishing you could fling yourself across the room and smack him. "I let you in. I gave you everything and you were going to leave me, you asshole!"

Your chest heaved as the room went quiet. You had more that you wanted to say, but already felt vulnerable enough given the circumstances. It wasn't like it would make a difference. Max probably had another job lined up and a new girl to take under his wing.

Nick moved to stand in front of you, effectively blocking Max from your view. "Look at me, sweetheart," he whispered, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "Now you know the truth. The kind of man he really is. I'm sorry."

"Nick, I said don't touch-"

"Shut the fuck up, Max," Nick said coldly enough that you froze and he wasn't speaking to you. "He can't help himself. It's what he does."

"Don't act like you're the hero," you scoffed, wishing you could be anywhere but there. "What do you want?"

Nick didn't seem surprised that you got back to business as he crouched beside you. "Heard you two got more than double your original score. I want half."

"Fine. Half. It's yours," you agreed before Max could argue. As far as you were concerned he had no say.

Nick tilted his head as he traced a finger along your jaw. "That easy?"

Your eyelids fluttered. You needed to concentrate. "Yeah, that easy. Now if those are the last of your bullshit questions, will you let me go?"

"Do you find me attractive?"

You sputtered at the shift in topic, heat blooming between your thighs as Nick gazed at you. "Yes," you said, your eyes wide when he smirked. "Shit."

"I don't think Max heard you, sweetheart. You might want to say it again."

"Yes, I find you attractive, okay? You both look weirdly alike," you said, not looking at Max as you let out a breath. "Fuck, I hate this fucking serum."

It was strange. If Nick grew his hair out and darkened it, and shaved, he'd look like Max. God, was he related to him, or was that a coincidence?

You didn't want to examine that thought any further at the moment.

"Why did you ask me that?" you asked, whimpering when Nick's fingertip grazed the column of your neck.

"Because I want him to know that you want me," Nick said as a matter of fact.

"Why?"

"Maybe I want to fuck him over. Maybe I want to fuck you. Maybe both."

Perhaps you were the closest thing Nick could get to revenge. He could've locked Max away or beat the shit out of him, but he brought you into this mess. Even if he let you go and Max could prove that he cared about you now, that trust wouldn't be easy to repair should the two of you leave together.

You laughed because you weren't sure how else to react to the situation. Max fucked Nick over and planned to do the same to you. Did Nick want to fuck you so he could say he got his girl?

But I'm not actually Max's girl, am I?

"Well, fucking me would fuck him over."

The way your pussy throbbed, you enjoyed that idea.

"I won't tell you again not to touch her," Max said louder than before.

"You don't get a vote," you snapped, as good as it felt that he wanted Nick to stay away from you.

"Plus, she wants me to touch her," Nick said, his hand drifting down to your breasts. He barely touched you and you felt like you were on fire. "Don't you, sweetheart?"

You tried not to reply. You tried to hold it back, especially when you felt Max's icy gaze on you, but you couldn't stop yourself. Bitter desperation flowed through you at your lack of control. "Yes."

"Good girl," Nick said as he moved his hand down to push your dress up. "Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention. You may have been wondering why you feel a bit warm. Maybe even dizzy or aroused. The serum I gave you had a little something extra in it."

"What the fuck did you give her?" Max said above a whisper, practically vibrating in his seat with true anger you hadn't witnessed from him before.

"Just a bit of an aphrodisiac," Nick said with an all too proud smile. "She'll feel a little better once she gets off."

Well, fuck.

It could've been a lie, but it would explain why your body felt hot and why you were reacting to their words and Nick's touch.

Your legs parted as much as they could with an airy moan as Nick slid his hand up your thigh, the warmth between your legs smoldering compared to the icy air surrounding you. "You're an asshole."

Nick tutted as he pushed your soaked panties aside with his thumb. "Now that's no way to speak to the man who's going to fuck you dumb, is it?"

You attempted to squirm away from his touch as he brushed his fingers along your folds. Your cunt wept for him before he even brushed your clit, an embarrassingly loud and sensual sound escaping as his finger moved in teasing circles. You should've been ashamed as Max watched Nick play with you, but it turned you on more.

"You know if he hadn't fucked me over, I wouldn't have found you. Lucky me," Nick said, sliding a finger with little resistance. "So fucking wet and already twitching around me. Can't wait to feel that around my cock."

"You made your fucking point," Max said, his voice low and throaty. Maybe this was turning him on, too. "She had nothing to do with what went down between us and she already said you'd get half of the money, so let her go."

Nick pressed gentle kisses along your cheek and temple as he pushed a second finger in, your thighs shaking lightly as they plunged deep. He pressed the heel of his hand against your clit with enough force to make you cry out. "You always know how to ruin a good thing, Max. And I can't wait to ruin her. I should be thanking you."

"Fuck you."

"No, but I will fuck her," he promised, smiling against your skin. "And you'll watch."

Oh, fuck.

"She's not a slut for you to use," your partner argued.

Ex-partner.

"No, Max, you're the one who uses people," Nick reminded him, curling his fingers as you moaned and ground your hips. "And she may not be a slut, but it won't stop me from fucking her like one."

"Please," you moaned, unsure of what you were asking for. All you knew was that your body was ready to burst into flames.

"It's okay, baby," Max said, his breathing heavy as you met his gaze. "It's okay."

"How sweet. Like you need his permission to let me touch you when I'm the one in control," Nick said, his scruff tickling your skin. "Don't worry. I'll make it good for you."

Your cheeks went hot, your head spinning as he played your body like a well-tuned instrument. You weren't sure if you were eager to feel Nick inside you because of the aphrodisiac or because some part of you wanted Max to hurt. Maybe both.

"Tell her how pretty she looks, Max," Nick suggested. It sounded more like an order.

Max's tongue poked out to wet his upper lip as you panted. "You're so fucking pretty, baby. You always are."

The praise sent another wave of arousal through you.

"She likes hearing that," Nick mocked, but you were too blissed out to care. "Don't worry, Max. You'll still get your money. I get to fuck her. And it's not like she's not getting anything out of it either. We all win," he said, moving his fingers faster as the coil tightened in your lower abdomen.

Max drank in your pleasured expression with a groan. "Don't hurt my girl," he pleaded.

His girl.

Nick chuckled when you mewled. "She isn't your girl anymore, but I won't hurt her. Hell, maybe I'll even let you fuck her one more time," Nick offered like he wasn't knuckles deep in your pussy. "But I'm not letting her go. Not after I ruin every hole of hers and make her mine."

The intensity of his words made your core pulse and explode, crying out with your release. The gush of wetness soaked Nick's fingers and the seat beneath you as a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill over. He pulled the digits free once you rode out the intense orgasm, gently kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Next time, you don't come until I say so," he whispered, taking the opportunity to kiss your lips when you turned your head.

Your mind was still in a haze as he coaxed you to kiss him back. Once he pulled away, you dared to look over at Max, clenching when you saw the bulge in his pants. He couldn't even touch himself to get off.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes as you recovered, your breathing evened out after a minute as you opened them. The orgasm made you feel a little better like Nick said, but you still wanted more. Why?

"You still care about Max?" Nick asked, groaning as he licked his fingers clean.

"I shouldn't, but yes," you admitted.

Damn him, but you still cared.

Max let out a breath and actually smiled softly.

"You still want me?" Nick asked, keeping his eyes on you as he stood up, even as your gaze went to his crotch.

The guy drugged you, abducted you, took advantage of you, and didn't give you any water, but you wanted him.

You clearly had some issues you needed to sort out at a later date.

"I shouldn't want you either, but yes."

"She really is perfect, Max. Just like you said she'd be."

The air crackled with tension as Max smirked and your thighs began to shake all over again. "What?"

"Oh, baby. I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not," Max said, twisting his wrist a couple of times before the cuff came loose. He could've freed himself the entire time? "You're just so much fun to play with."

"Hey. Don't be mean to our girl," Nick said as Max got his other hand free.

Our girl?

"I guess that was rude," Max agreed, rubbing his right wrist. "I'll make it up to you."

"What the hell is this?" you asked, gripping the chair so hard your fingers ached. "What the fuck, Max?! Was this some twisted game?”

"Not really a game, but it was fun," Nick said, moving behind your chair and reaching around to grope your breasts. "See, Max really did fuck me over and I really did keep an eye on you two. It was fun watching you. Could see why he kept you around."

You arched into his touch, unable to push his hands away as Max licked his lips.

"But Nick got tired of watching and confronted me before the job was done. I offered to make things right if he let us finish it. Money. The promise of me helping with a few ops since I do have a few skills," Max explained, unbuckling his pants with a sigh. "And the cherry on top: you."

"You were going to trade me?"

Max had the audacity to look offended. "Not trade. I wasn't going to let you go. I told you, baby, I care about you."

You would've given anything to believe that, but the words sounded hollow. And if it was the truth, it didn't set you free. It shackled you, just like you were to the chair.

"So we decided on a compromise: we share you," Nick said, pinching your nipples through the fabric. "And the way you came on my fingers with Max watching, I know you want both of us. Didn't I say you'd get something out of this?"

They can't be serious.

You felt like you were going to be sick. "The serum?" you whimpered.

Was it all an act to get in your head?

"It was Nick's idea to do this 'interrogation' as his own form of personal punishment for me and he really did inject you with something to sweeten the deal," Max said unashamedly. "Even now when you're afraid and upset you still want us. You admitted it. And I know that greedy cunt of yours needs to be filled up."

Damn him for being right.

"Let me go," you whispered, needing to get far away from them. "Please."

"Let you go? Oh, you won't even be able to walk after you've had us both," Nick swore as you whined. "We'll have to carry you out."

"But we won't tell you where we're taking you. It's a surprise," Max said, his smile as cold as his eyes as he took his cock out. "Now get her out of that chair so I can watch you fuck her. I want her sobbing and begging before I fuck her, too."

Nick and Max wouldn't plot against each other down the road, would they? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Lucky Guess

Max Burnett x Female Reader

Summary: Waiting on your date, you run into Max, a handsome stranger at the bar. Things turn out better than you ever could have imagined... or did they?

Warnings:18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Emotional Manipulation, Con Men, Max Being Charming, Alcohol, Threats of Violence, Hand-Holding, Kissing, Biting, Face-Holding, Max Undressing You, Suggested Voyeurism, Vaginal Sex, Outercourse?, Hotel Sex, Woman On Top, Soft Dom/Sub Themes, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 3.8K+

Tags: @bullet-prooflove @skittle479

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A jazz quartet plays a random selection of top forty hits in the corner of the hotel bar, the tunes barely recognizable as the drums and saxophone echo off the dark, sleek walls of the four star establishment. You look at your watch for the third time in ten minutes, stealing a glance toward the glass door of the restaurant’s entryway as you decide to settle into the bar stool that’s just a little too tall for your liking.

“A glass of moscato, please,” you tell the bartender as he makes his way over to you. You decide that you can at least stay a while and enjoy yourself even if your date has lost his chance to buy you dinner by showing up late.

“Sure thing, doll.” The bartender winks with a snap as he points at you, turning in the direction of the back room where all the chilled wine must be kept.

You fold the drink menu in on itself, pushing it away from you with a heavy sigh, wondering how this man who was so eager to ask you out last week could have possibly forgotten to meet you here. A younger version of yourself might linger on those thoughts a little longer, might over analyze every text message and phone call in between your first meeting and now, but you don’t have time for all that. You only have a select amount of nights to yourself, a few precious moments away from your kids and your job, a much needed break from the chaos that crowds your mind. You’ll be damned if you waste one of those highly coveted nights on someone who can’t respect you enough to prioritize your time.

“One glass of moscato!” The bartender returns from the back room, holding your glass of wine at the base before setting it in front of you. He points at you again before gesturing toward the cash register. “Keep it open?”

“Sure,” you nod, pulling out your card and sliding it over the countertop as he pushes the glass of wine toward you. “Why not?”

“You bet.” He grins, tossing a fresh towel over his shoulder as he palms your debit card. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Sure thing,” you smile, tracing the rim of the glass with your fingers before picking it up.

“How late is he?” The man who sits down next to you asks, chasing his question with a long draught of his cocktail as he adjusts his weight, turning in his stool to face you.

“Excuse me?” You look over as you take your first sip of wine, it’s tartness brushing over your taste buds as you notice just how attractive he is. His dark hair and chiseled features instantly send a trickle of butterflies into your stomach as the words ‘devilishly handsome’ come to mind. There’s something you can’t quite put your finger on, something about him that’s different, dangerous.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you staring at your watch for the past fifteen minutes.” He swallows another mouthful of alcohol, bringing his glass down in front of him before setting it down on the counter. “A woman like you could only be waiting on one of three things.”

“A woman like me, huh?” You lead, raising an eyebrow. “And what would those be?” You find yourself subconsciously turning into him, eager to hear his theories about what could have possibly brought you here tonight.

“One,” he smiles wide when he notices you looking at him, blue eyes sparkling as he grasps onto his glass with a laugh. “You’re having an affair and you don’t want to be found out, that’s why you’re meeting him at a hotel bar instead of a restaurant. But he’s running late, and that window of opportunity before your husband comes home from that business trip is closing fast.” He brings his glass up to his lips, pointing at you with its rim.

You crack a smile with his unfounded prediction before taking a congratulatory sip of your wine, the carbonation wrinkling your nose as you try not to laugh. “And your next guess?”

“Alright.” He leans into you with a smirk, making a point to reach over your shoulder as he takes his time hovering over the bowl of cherries behind the counter. You try your best not to get lost in the scent of his cologne as it surrounds you; the deep, smoky notes of cedarwood drawing you in as he exposes his neck before finally grabbing the stem of the fruit that suits his fancy.

“Two,” he continues his speech, leaning back in his seat before dropping the cherry into his drink. “You’re not married, but you’re still meeting someone here. Nothing serious of course, just drinks. Maybe a first or second date, but he’s more than a little late, and you’re thinking he might even be standing you up.” He glances at the empty doorway before looking back at you, his eyes traveling up and down your figure before finally settling in on your lips.

“And the third option?” Another modest sip of your wine.

“You’re just thirsty.” He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek with a tilt of his head as a sudden heat rushes into your chest. “And you’re waiting to see how long it will take for a handsome stranger to come up and offer to buy you a drink.”

You hold his gaze as you tip the bottom of your wine glass into the air, swallowing a bigger swig of it before setting it down on the napkin between you. “A handsome stranger, huh?” You smirk, enjoying the rare feeling of being actively pursued as his eyes work together with the alcohol to warm you up from the inside. “Those are some pretty wild theories.”

“Hey!” A third party’s voice interrupts your back and forth, drawing your attention to the man who was supposed to meet you here over twenty minutes ago. He doesn’t look flushed or worried, not maimed or disheveled as he approaches the bar at a slow, unbothered pace. “I lost track of time, but I’m glad you’re still here.” He looks at your new friend for a split second before he begins unbuttoning his suit jacket.

“What are you doing?” You spin around to face him fully, your back now facing the bar.

“We have a date.” He unfastens his button as he looks at you. “I’m gonna order a drink.”

“We had a date, yeah,” you look down at your watch, noticing that your conversation with the stranger has made time pass by a little quicker than you thought. “That was at six o’clock. It’s now six thirty.” You cross your legs together in your stool, watching his face drop in disbelief.

“I told you, I lost track of time.” He looks over at the stranger, his hand still nervously holding onto his suit jacket before focusing back on you. “You’re not really going to be like this, are you?”

“Be like what?” You double down, keeping your tone as cold as possible. “Expect a courtesy call or text if you’re running late? A telegraph or smoke signal at the very least?”

“I told you, I lost track of time.”

“I didn’t hear an apology anywhere in there.” You look to your new friend who seems to be utterly rapt with your interaction. “Did you?”

“No.” He shakes his head without missing a beat, hiding a smirk behind his glass.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Josh, but you lost your window about twenty minutes ago.” You fold your arms across your chest as his features contort with anger.

“Who the hell’s this guy, then, anyways?” He points to the stranger, the veins in his neck bulging as he steps closer to the both of you. “You move on that quick? Huh? Whore?”

Before you’re even able to respond, the man sitting next to you steps out of his chair, towering over your would-be date in the most menacing stance you’ve ever seen before in your life. You allow him to take charge for a moment, your feeble attempts at cutting your interaction short failing to get the job done. “The lady made it pretty clear she wants you to leave.” His dark tone is practically unrecognizable from the light and airy conversation you were having before.

Your date stares at the stranger, slowly stepping backwards as his anger visibly morphs into fear. Droplets of sweat begin to form at his temples, racing down the sides of his face as he nods his head, almost as if there are some unspoken words between them to finally get the message across. He looks at you one more time, muttering the word ‘bitch’ or something like it before turning on his heel to make his hasty exit.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him as he takes his seat back next to you, sighing in relief as he swivels in his stool.

“Yeah well, some men only respond to the presence of another man.” He runs a hand through his hair and tosses the rest of his drink back, motioning for the bartender to get him another. “You okay?”

“I think I’ll survive, thanks.” You follow suit and finish your glass of wine, smiling at his instinctive act of chivalry.

“So I was right,” he picks up your previous conversation, leaning his elbow against the bar to face you again as another glass of moscato appears in your peripheral vision. “It was number two.”

“Lucky guess.” You scoff, wrapping your fingers around the base as he attempts to lighten the mood.

“Well I figured it couldn’t be number one, there’s no ring on your finger.” He reaches out and touches your hand, loosening its grip on your glass as his fingertips begin massaging your palm. “Unless you’re just not wearing it tonight.” He bites his lower lip as his thumb brushes over your barren ring finger, his pupils expanding as he pulls you in a little closer.

“I’m not married, if that’s what you’re trying to ask.” You whisper as the space between you closes, his scent now swimming through your senses as he continues massaging your hand.

“That’s good.” He leans in to properly study your face as he squeezes your hand affectionately, his thumb exciting the tiny hairs on the back of your hand. “I’m not married, either.”

“That’s good.” You repeat back to him, wondering just how skilled the rest of his fingers might be.

“Yeah?” He lets go of your finger and leans back in his seat, those crystal blue eyes of his never leaving your face as he sighs to part his lips in a real, genuine smile. “Any chance that number three is still an option?”

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The view from his hotel room is absolutely stunning, the street lamps and office buildings of New York City illuminating the night sky for miles in front of you as his hand gently squeezes the base of your neck. You hadn't done anything like this in years, hadn’t tossed your inhibitions to the wind in exchange for a night of attention and pleasure with a complete stranger. Your life was so structured, so compartmentalized that you had to meticulously schedule a night to be free, a night to feel anything at all, and he’s been generous enough to offer you an entire range of those feelings. You smile at your translucent reflection as his other hand finds its way onto your hip, pulling you back just enough to feel him flush against you, his lips just barely touching the shell of your ear.

“I can’t believe that guy was stupid enough to blow a chance with you.” He whispers, tracing his fingers down your spine to the zipper of your dress.

“Well, they can’t all be winners.” You shrug as he starts to unzip it, taking his time pulling the fabric apart as he breathes against your neck, forcing you to inhale quickly in response.

“No, they can’t.” He kisses a trail down your neck as a cascade of goose flesh follows, the zipper stopping just shy of your tailbone as he exposes your back. His kisses deepen into the nape of your neck as he removes his other hand from your hip, smoothing it up your back to push the straps off of your torso. You finally exhale as the black cloth leaves your body, silently falling onto the floor as his mouth moves onto your shoulders, his lips parting just enough to taste your skin as it shivers beneath his touch.

“These windows are so big, anybody walking by could see us.” Your insecurities rear their ugly head as he kisses his way down your shoulder blade and lower back, getting onto his knees for better access to the rest of your body.

“Then let them watch,” he mutters matter of factly against your bare ass, barely covered by the lace thong you're sporting as he pulls it down over your hips, playfully nipping at the skin just above your thigh.

You gasp at the intensity of his bite, relishing in the feeling of warmth his mouth and hands send into your core as his lips cover nearly every inch of your legs. You hold onto that breath, letting it expand in your chest as he slides your underwear over your knees, past your calves and onto the floor. He lets them drop without a word, his lips peppering slow, affectionate kisses onto your skin before squeezing his fingers against your ankles and into the arch of your foot. One by one, he lifts your feet up and out of your heels, watching you step over the crumpled fabric of your dress now pooled around them before running his hands up and down your legs as you turn around to face him.

The city lights cast such a beautiful hue on his handsome face, highlighting his cheekbones and darkening his eyes as they look up at you from his position on the floor. You reach out to touch him as his hands remain on your calves, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as his eyelids close for a brief second. You can’t believe how lucky you are to have reached this moment with him, wondering how much your luck would have changed if your date had shown up on time.

“Matching lingerie,” his words interrupt your thoughts as his eyes open back up, locking onto yours. “It’s almost as if you wanted someone to see.” His lips curl into a smirk with his teasing tone, his breath warming a path up your body as he rises to his feet, just barely brushing his palms over your thighs and hips on his way back up.

“Well, you can never be too prepared,” you start to rationalize your wardrobe choices to him before his hands slide up your stomach and back, stopping once they find the hook of your bra.

“Oh, I’m not complaining.” He brings his lips closer to yours as he works to unfasten it, pulling the restrictive bodice down your arms and dropping it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. “I’m just glad I’m the one who gets to see it.”

The phantom flavor of whiskey mixes in with the sweet aftertaste of wine as your lips part to welcome his, gasping as his hands graze over your newly exposed breasts. You can feel your nipples harden against his palms as they curve to cup around them, lightly squeezing before smoothing up your chest and neck to cradle your face and savor your kiss. He pulls back just enough to glance down at your lips again, pausing for what seems like an eternity before looking over at the armchair in the corner of the room. He kisses you again, this time a little deeper, a little longer before gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs as he pulls his hands off of your face, reluctantly breaking contact.

“I’m Max, by the way.” He whispers his belated introduction, slowly turning away from you to head toward the chair as he begins unbuttoning his own dress shirt.

Jesus Christ, have you been that enamored by him that you really forgot to ask him that? His fucking NAME? You watch him pull the tails of his shirt out of his waistline, shrugging it off his shoulders to reveal a body just as chiseled as the features of his face. Goddamn it, you’re in trouble. You can feel a bit of moisture start to collect between your thighs as you stare at him, hearing your own voice instinctively recite your name out loud as he makes his way over to the chair, undoing his belt and pants.

“Now we’re no longer strangers,” he starts, winking as he pushes his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes, backing up to sit down on the empty chair that faces you.

“Am I? Do I? Umm… thank you.” You stare at his naked silhouette, the sheer sight of him tying a knot into your stomach as he settles into the armchair, your whole body tensing in anticipation. “You look… good, you look umm…” you stammer as you watch him spit on his palm, slowly gripping himself in the darkness as he silently takes you in.

“Come here.” He interrupts your brain’s mad scramble for words as he beckons you with his opposite hand, patting his thigh. “Take a seat.”

Your eyebrows dart into your hairline as you gawk at him, unable to reply as your throat dries up and your thighs rub together to contain the arousal nearly dripping between them. You watch him stroke himself in a grateful mixture of both desire and disbelief, forcing your muscles to move your body forward as you eagerly make your way toward him.

The fabric of the chair bends beneath your knees, its plastic blend cracking and pinching into your skin as you straddle his thighs, his mouth falling slack as you grab onto his shoulders for support. His other hand snakes its way up the back of your neck, fingers gripping onto your hair just tightly enough to control your body and guide your movements. He lowers your hips down as you roll them toward him, looking up at you as he carefully glides the head of his cock in between your folds, spreading your juices up and down your length.

“Right here?” You tease, nudging against him at the most delicious angle as his grip on your hair tightens with a slight moan from his lips.

“Yeah,” he mutters, eyelids fluttering shut as he tries his best to control his breathing, careful not to enter you just yet. He continues to coat himself with your arousal, pressing his tip against your bud as he opens his eyes to watch the rhythmic movements of your body in complete and utter awe. “Right there, just like that.”

“Okay.” You suck your breath in through your teeth as he brushes over your clit, showering your senses with dozens of little bursts of pleasure, each upward motion of his tip quickly countered by a downward thrust of your hips until all of those pulses finally build up inside of you. That ecstasy you so rarely get to experience heats to a boil, rising up in your blood until you can feel it race through every inch of your body. Every time he rubs himself against you, that pleasure acts like a drug, traveling further through your blood vessels and up into your heart and lungs. It spreads like oxygen through your circulatory system as it pulses through your arteries, giving your brain and body the intense high that you’ve been craving, the high that you’ve been needing.

You moan against his forehead as that blissful delight suddenly takes over, pushing through your veins and capillaries, saturating the very tissue of your muscles as it makes you shiver uncontrollably. You cry out as it works its way through you with each beat of your heart, feeding every organ, vessel and nerve with a pulse of euphoria that violently rattles itself into your bones. You arch your back as your thighs quake against the chair’s armrest, pulling his head into your chest until there's nothing left to fuel your cells, nothing left to hold you up as your muscles momentarily fail, lowering your hips down onto his.

He groans as you sink down onto him, pushing himself up inside of your heat, feeling you shudder and spasm around his cock before he’s even lifted his hips up off the chair. He grins into the delicate skin of your chest, holding on tightly to the back of your head as he continues to bury himself deeper into you. All sense of restraint and control he’d practiced before seems to melt away with each consecutive thrust, his moans becoming more feral, more sporadic as he kisses his way up your neck and chin. He loses himself completely, kissing your lips with reckless abandon as he pulls your body down in one final blow, snapping his hips up against your thighs, suddenly spilling his release.

He grunts as he holds you close, each twitch and spasm of his pelvis coating your inner walls white as a trail of sweat runs down your chest and onto his. He grins as another wave of pleasure rolls through you, vibrating every cell in your body as it clenches your muscles around him, turning his grunt into a groan as he moans the extent of his orgasm into your lips. He kisses you harder as your fluids mix with his, the two of you moving together in a mesmerizing rhythm as he sucks your tongue into his mouth, scraping his teeth across your taste buds.

“You look so perfect when you come, you know that?” He whispers his praises into your mouth as his breathing slows, nipping at your bottom lip before kissing it again with a smirk.

“Uh huh.” You whine, barely able to put words together as your skin still tingles with the aftershock of your bliss. You hold his face in your hands as you kiss his lips, moving your mouth down to taste the sweaty skin of his jaw and neck before resting your head on his shoulder. “You do, too.”

“Yeah?” He holds himself inside you, running his hands up and down your back in an attempt to ease the process of coming down from the chemical high you both just shared. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to look any more beautiful than when I first saw you downstairs, but this…” he kisses your hair, inhaling your scent. “This is better.”

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and i don’t wanna leave

pairing: max burnett x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. angst. lmk if something needs to be tagged pls!

words: 3.3k

notes: i love max burnett with all my heart. that’s it, that’s all i have to say i think. thank you in advance for reading and as always, feedback and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. 🖤

You were rifling through every cabinet and drawer in the apartment as you collected your things, not carrying in the slightest at the mess you were leaving in your wake or the obnoxious sounds of you slamming things and throwing anything in your way. You were near seething as you continued storming around. Every stupid gift you came across that you’d been given over the last five months squeezing at your heart before you discarded them like they were trash. They were. They meant absolutely nothing. All of this, everything, meant absolutely nothing. At least to him. He couldn’t care less. He never cared. You knew that now.

He never cared.

The hot tear that ran down your cheek was almost startling, the anger starting to make way into despair, utter heartbreak. You wiped at your face, rubbing at your bleary eyes as you forced the tears away.

You had trusted him. You gave him everything. You gave him all of you. You weren’t sure what was worse, the embarrassment or the pain.

All you knew was that you didn’t want to focus on either. Anger was easier.

You walked into the open space of the living room and immediately your eyes landed on the torso sculpture that Max had bought when you’d been wandering around the art fair downtown last month.

“Reminds me of you,” he had simpered. “Of course it comes nowhere near your beauty, but until I can get my hands on a sculpture of you,”

“A goddess will have to do,” you finished, scoffing off his flattery, an eyebrow raised at his ridiculous statement. He nodded with a smile, eyes never leaving yours.

You would have sworn you could feel the love he had for you just in the way he looked at you alone.

But you were stupid. Clueless. Foolish.

You were moving before you were really thinking, making a beeline for the sculpture sitting on the pristine bookshelf. It was in your hands as you heard the front door being unlocked and pushed open and in the same instant, you raised it above your head, nothing but anger at the forefront of your mind. It all happened in the blink of an eye, really. You could feel his eyes on you the second he walked in, and you didn’t even look at him as you threw the statute on the ground with all the force you could muster. The sound of it breaking was perfectly in tune with how you were feeling.

The smashed pieces of ceramic laid shattered on the ground. Your breathing was ragged as you stared at the pieces, a once beautiful piece of art now in ruins. Just like how you felt.

“Honey, I’m home,” Max’s lilthful voice drew your attention and your ire as he shut and locked the door behind him. You watched as he shrugged off his black coat, his dark blue button up and well fitted slacks making you wonder where he had been today. Not that it mattered.

He threw his keys on the table, sighing heavily before looking back at you, brows furrowed as he examined you. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

You said nothing, just stared at him indignantly. He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what was going on, you were sure of it.

He took a small step towards you, seeming to test your waters. You stood still, not moving an inch. He approached you then, stepping over the pieces of shattered ceramic around you when he got closer.

Your chest was heaving with your breaths as you fought back the rise of tears you could feel threatening to well up again as you stared at him.

“Baby, you’re shaking,” he said as he grabbed your hands in his, his warm touch making you flinch. You hadn’t realized it, but he was right. You willed your hands to steady as he rubbed them in his, looking down at you, attempting to get you to meet his quizzical eye as he tilted his head. “Babe,” he said softly as his hands ran up your arms, coming up to hold your face. You couldn’t help the tears as they slipped down while you took a shaky breath in.

He gently took your face in his hands, his thumb wiping at the tears on your cheek as he looked at you with something akin to concern but not quite. Sympathy? Pity, maybe. You couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t take the way his touch was so comforting and disarming, not when you knew the truth now.

“Don’t, don’t! Don’t do that,” you cried as you turned your face away from him, attempted to at least, his hold on you not letting you go. “Don’t act like you fucking care,” you seethed through tears as you shoved at him. His jaw tightened in the slightest as he let you go. You stepped away, needing space as he stood in the midst of the mess on the ground.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, frustration and confusion edging into his voice, as if he really had no clue. “What’s going on? You gotta talk to me,”

“No. I don’t. You can drop the act, okay. I know. All of it, everything. I know, so just please stop playing dumb,”

“I really don’t-”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Max! Stop!,” you exclaimed in exasperation, moving to walk back to where you left your things. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t fucking care. I called a car, I’m leaving.” You finished shoving your things in your bag and zipped it up. You felt him walk up behind you, his steps slow and measured.

“You’re not leaving,” he said, unimpressed with your threat, clearly not taking you seriously. You turned sharply, eyes narrowing at him. You clutched your bag and moved to walk past him, only to be stopped as he blocked your way.

“Move,” you whispered angrily. He held eye contact with you, not budging from his spot, face completely stoic now as he stood before you. He considered you for a second before setting his eyes firmly on you.

“No,” he responded, blinking. The calm he had was not only frustrating but almost eerie.

You shook your head indignantly. “I’m not doing this. You got what you wanted, right? Right?” your voice raised of its own volition. You paused, swallowing hard and taking what you intended to be a grounding breath. “What else could you possibly want?” you bit, trying to speak clearly as your voice wavered, threatening to break as the tears rose anew in your glossy eyes. You flinched back as he reached out to touch you.

He took a heavy breath as he watched you before setting his jaw as his crystal blue eyes cut into you.

“Put your bag down,” he instructed, taking a step back before turning around and walking back over toward the couch, glancing around his apartment as he did. He exhaled a breath through his nose, shaking his head. “Made a hell of a mess,” he stated, coming to stand at the broken pieces of the statue you’d thrown. “Seems a bit dramatic,” he toed the mess of broken plaster with his shoe, “but you do have a thing for dramatics, don’t you,” he smirked, turning back to face you. You hadn’t moved from where you were standing, though you had a clear shot to the door. He was so unperturbed, it almost had you questioning yourself.

“Dramatic?” you breathed. “Says the man who’s been living a complete and total lie for months all for a bit of money,”

“A bit of money,” he barked a laugh. “Baby, come on, you’re worth more than just a bit of money.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, you did,” he smiled, walking back toward you, getting closer. You cringed but didn’t avoid his touch as his hand found your hip, pulling you closer. “Repeatedly. That first time was nice, wasn’t it. I took care of you, just like I said I would,”

“I trusted you, I - I gave you all of me,” you shook your head as you examined his face, “and the whole time, you… You’re terrible,” you said under your breath, holding his eye still.

“I’m not that bad,” he denied, pulling you closer. He took your bag from your hand and tossed it behind you.

“You used me. You tricked me, you-”

“Yeah, okay. Fine. I tricked you, I used you. And when everything was said and done, I was supposed to ditch you.”

Your breath caught as you saw the truth in his eyes.

“That was two months ago. And look, here you are. Here we are.” He wiped again at the tears slipping down your cheeks as your lip wobbled. “What did I do to you, huh? Did I hurt you? Did-”

“You stole from me.”

“No,” he denied sharply, shaking his head, “no I didn’t. I didn’t steal anything from you. Daddy dearest on the other hand,”

“Don’t talk about him,” you warned. He sucked on his lower lip before nodding.

“But you get it, don’t you. I mean, this was never about you,”

“Yeah, I get it,” you said with a harsh scoff and a grimace. “I was just a means to an end.”

“You were,” he nodded. “Supposed to be, anyway.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked away then. You weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling anymore... On one hand, he was right, he didn’t steal a thing from you. No, you thought bitterly, no, he just found you, wormed his way into your life and got you wrapped around his finger. Manipulated you into introducing him to your parents, something you had no plans of doing, knowing full well the disapproval they’d have. You weren’t aware of the payoff they’d offer him to leave you, had no idea he’d taken it…

He got the money. He should’ve ghosted you weeks ago. But he didn't, he was still right here… You were still here. Spending most days in his apartment, waking up in his bed, in his arms.

But what did that matter? He had lied to you and had every intention of using you and leaving you like it was nothing, were you just supposed to believe he wouldn’t now?

His hands sliding up your back as he leaned his forehead to yours brought you back to the moment.

“Max,” your voice wavered weakly.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m really sorry, okay? I was gonna tell you,”

“How am I supposed to believe that? How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?”

He was holding you against him, his touch somehow easing the tension and anger from you as he did.

“You’re just gonna have to,” he said after a moment.

“What if I can’t?”

“I know you feel this between us. I know you don’t really wanna go, you could’ve walked out that door by now if you did,”

“But I should. Shouldn’t I?”

His eyes fell from your to your lips as he pressed against you, nose to nose as he whispered against your parted lips, “No.”

He kissed you then, soft and dedicated. Your eyes fell shut despite yourself, once again getting lost in his touch. You pulled back after a moment, visibly pained, not only the loss of his lips on yours, but by the inner struggle that was consuming you.

“I don’t think I can just forget everything,” you said sorrowfully, trying to pull away from him to no avail.

“You don’t have to, not everything. Yeah, there were some lies here and there, but listen,” he took your face in his hands as he stared down at you, “I never once was pretending with you. I didn’t have to. The second I bumped into you, I just knew there was something different. This wasn’t just another job, you, you were different. I felt things for you, I feel things for you. I haven’t had that happen in a long time, and never like this. You don’t have to forget everything, just forget the ulterior motives,” he tried to laugh. You took his hands in yours and moved them off your face. “I’ll help you forget,” he said, his voice low as his arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to him. His lips were on yours before you could even register him getting closer, kissing you a bit harsher this time, hot as he pulled you even closer, hands holding you tightly. You broke the kiss and turned your face, his lips immediately attaching to your neck as he continued kissing you.

“Max,” you murmured as your lashes fluttered shut once again, your own arms coming up to hold him as his hands wandered your soft body, squeezing as he pleased while feeling you up.

“I’ll make it up to you, babe, I promise,” he spoke between kisses. “Promise,” he repeated in a murmur against your skin.

You knew you were being weak, letting him off way too easy, but you couldn’t deny the way you felt - the way he made you feel. You didn’t stop him as his hands slipped under your shirt. He pulled away for just a second to pull it off of you, his eyes taking in your curves as his hands held your waist, moving to unclasp your bra in the next moment.

Before pulling it off of you, he started walking you back toward his bedroom, you let him guide you as you stumbled backward until your legs were up against the edge of the bed. He pushed you to lie down, making quick work of his own pants and button up before crawling on the bed with you.

He pulled your bra off easily and quickly dropped his head to your chest, littering kisses all over you as his hands played with your full breasts, squeezing them firmly in his large hands before taking a pert nipple in his mouth, earning a soft moan from you as your hands found their way into his hair. He sucked at you, licking and nipping at your sensitive peak before giving the same attention to your other.

You could feel his stiffness straining against his boxers as he rubbed himself against you, nearly beginning to rut in his pleasure.

You pulled on his hair, a deep moan leaving his lips as he stopped his hips, kissing up your chest and neck until he was hovering above you, holding himself up on one arm while he stared down at you, his eyes dark blue and full of desire.

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” his voice was heady and husky as he lowered himself down on top of you, kissing anywhere he could, “you gonna let me, baby?”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to answer him as his lips peppered kissing along your face and jaw, back down your neck were distracting you. When he pulled away to look at you once again, his eyes were expectant, awaiting your answer.

“Yes,” you breathed, almost inaudibly. His lips crashed into yours the second you uttered the word. Both of you moaning into the other's mouth at the intensity.

His hands went to the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down as much as he could without parting from you. Sitting back on his haunches over you, you raised your hips for him to continue sliding the material down your thick legs, pulling your thong down with it and leaving you fully exposed to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praised you as he ran his hands over your body, following the shape of your curves as his touch ignited a spark within you.

“Take them off,” you said, eyeing his boxers. His eyes flicked to yours, his mouth slightly parted as he moved to do as you instructed. Your eyes were glued to him as he rid himself of his boxers, then gripped his hard cock in his hand, pumping himself once almost teasingly. “Come here,” you sat up, pulling him back to you until you met with the bed once again. Max lined himself up to your entrance, dragging the head of his cock up and down your slit, teasing both of you as he played in your wetness briefly until he slid back to your slick hole, pushing himself in little by little while your breath caught in your throat, little moans escaping you from the stretch you still weren’t used to.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as he reached his limit inside of you, your walls squeezing his length tightly as you mewled desperately. “That feel good, baby?”

“Mmm,” you nodded, hand reaching to touch his hip, “move,” you whined.

He chuckled softly before he rolled his hips against yours, dropping his head down to the crook of your neck. Your eyes squeezed shut at the delicious friction on your clit, sending sparks through you. Max slowly pulled out of you before pressing back in and again rolling his hips against you. He set a torturously slow pace, as you mewled and moaned beneath him, his grunts and groans sounding in time with you. When he rolled against you again, your walls squeezed him even tighter as your hands wound in his hair, your muscles tightening as he brought you closer.

He growled at the feeling of you around him, picking up his pace as he began fucking you deeper, chasing his own high as one of his hands drifted down between your bodies to play with your sensitive bud, drawing circles over your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

You nearly squealed at his touch, your stomach tightening and toes curling as your nails absentmindedly dug into his back. You came with a cry, as Max rocked into you.

“There you go, baby, let it go for me,” he whispered huskily in your ear. “Good girl, so fucking good,” he praised, his voice tight now as kept fucking into you until his own orgasm crashed over him, shooting his load inside of you. You were both breathing heavily as he collapsed on top of you.

You stayed that way for a minute until he slowly pulled his softening cock out of you, exhaling heavily as he turned to lay next to you. You were looking up at the ceiling trying to get a hold on your scrambled thoughts when Max pulled you into him.

“This is real,” he said against your temple before placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, causing you to freeze entirely against him, heart stopping and breath caught in your throat.

You pulled away, sitting up as you needed to look him in his eyes. “What,” you questioned breathily.

“I love you,” he repeated, eyes never leaving yours.

“Max, don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” your voice was breathy still as tears formed in your eyes, fighting against the lump forming in your throat. He took your face in his hands, pulling your face to his.

“I mean it. I love you,” he said, words dripping in sincerity so true it had your heart clenching in your chest.

“That doesn’t just suddenly make everything okay,” you told him dejectedly.

“Tell me what I have to do,” he prompted, “tell me what you need me to do, I’ll do it. I’m not gonna let this go, I’m not gonna let you go just because this didn’t start as serendipitously as you thought,”

You laughed almost bitterly at that bit, shaking your head.

“I don’t know what I need from you. But I guess the truth would be a good start.”

“I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know,” he agreed, pulling you in for another kiss, soft and gentle as you acquiesced to his lips.

“Everything,” you told him when you pulled away from his lips. “You’re gonna tell me everything. And then we’ll go from there.”

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The Long Con, Pt. 1

Pairing: Max Burnett x Fem!Reader (no use of y/n, reader eventually has a nickname)

Summary: Max, having parted ways with Madeline, still can't let go of his lust for a lavish life. He now finds himself at upscale hotel bars scouting out wealthy widows and divorcees to bed and steal from to keep afloat while he cooks up his first big solo con. What seems like a business-as-usual one night stand could just end up being his perfect long con. Or hers.

Warnings: 18+ only, smuuuuuuuuuut (pretty much right off the bat, but there is a plot in there somewhere), oral, unprotected p in v, swearing, drinking, kissing, dubcon (sorta), kinda subby Max, Max and reader are both little assholes

Word count: ~4k

a/n: Hellooooooo! I don't really know what the market is for this kind of thing since I've been out of the fanfic writing world for over a decade now, but I've had this little story brewing in my head since watching Sharper when it was first released and finally started putting it into words and feeling courageous enough to publish it somewhere on the off chance someone will enjoy it. This will be a few parts, but I'm not exactly sure how many at this point. Anyway, I so hope you enjoy this if you stumble upon it and give it a shot. :)

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Max swirled the whiskey in his glass as he leaned coolly against the bar, scanning the dim Manhattan establishment for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to locate his next mark.

With what he’d heard about the clientele here, he had expected the evening to go much smoother—get in, find a desperate 50-something to leave with, pocket some cash and blank checks after fucking her to sleep, repeat—but, after an hour or so of misses, he was ready to call it a night. Weekday evenings were usually perfect for this little game he’d adopted to pass the time while he figured out his next big solo move since breaking from Madeline. The too-young girls looking for rich old men weren’t out until the weekend, and the mature divorcees were out scouting for their next fling, more than happy to accept his attention. But tonight was a quiet one, and he was growing more frustrated with each dud he spotted. Downing the rest of the amber liquid, he slammed the glass down on the bar and moved to head for the door.

“Easy there!” He heard from behind. He turned quickly to study the source of the honeyed voice. “Excuse me,” she asked, effortlessly getting the bartender’s attention as soon as she stepped up to the bar. “Could I get a vodka tonic, extra lime, and keep them coming, please? Actually, go ahead and make that a double.” She smiled softly at the bartender’s confirming nod and spun to face the crowd of patrons as she waited for her drink. Her gaze shifted lazily around the room, meeting Max’s eyes as he sized her up. “See something you like?”

She was perfect. Younger than his usual target, but old enough to have the resources he needed. Her glossy blown out hair and subtle designer label ensemble screamed trust fund baby. Her drink order suggested she was ready to loosen up for the evening, and she was at least regular enough here that she didn’t have to give a card for a tab. No ring on her finger. Cool demeanor. And she was much easier on the eyes than the women he had suffered the last few months to get by. Perfect.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pulling his most seductive smirk.

She chuckled amusedly, cocking her brow. “Forward.”

Max sidled back up to the bar to settle next to his prey, gesturing to the bartender for another. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“Not wasting any time, are we?” She took a sip of her cocktail as soon as it reached her hand. “No introductions, just right down to business. I respect that.”

“I’m—”

“No, unh-unh,” she interrupted with a fluid wave of her hand, “I don’t care. We’ve both got the same motive, so let’s just skip the unnecessary bullshit. Trust me, it’s so much more fun with no names.”

Max could hear the jackpot jingle ring in his brain as he registered her words. Beyond perfect. He wouldn’t even have to bother with creating an identity for the night or convincing her to take him home. Admittedly, it did suck some of the fun out of his scheme, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He clinked his glass against hers in enthusiastic agreement.

“Great. I’ve got this one, so next one’s on you.” She downed a few gulps of her drink and gave him a slow once over. “Not bad. I usually only catch old pervs here.”

Max snickered. “Glad to hear I don’t look like a perv.”

“You don’t look like an old perv,” she corrected.

“So then tell me what I look like,” Max prompted as he softly ran his knuckles up her bicep from elbow to shoulder, twisting her hair around his finger.

She studied his features for another moment through narrowed eyes before responding. “Attractive. New money. Arrogant, for sure. Devious— you’ve got that glint in your eye, I see it. And here tonight, so definitely a perv.”

“You’re here tonight, what does that make you?”

She smiled up at him teasingly. “You’ll just have to come back to my room and find out, I guess.”

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The walk from the bar, through the hotel lobby, and to the elevator was a short one, and Max couldn’t have been more thankful. The flowing liquor and flirtatious banter coupled with the anticipation of his scheme playing out successfully had his excitement at peak. The attraction certainly didn’t hurt either. It had been months since he found himself entangled with someone he felt legitimate physical desire for—not that that mattered to him in the end so long as he left with his pockets satisfactorily lined, but it was a welcome change.

She kept her hands to herself as she led Max to the elevators, unable to leave behind the strict societal manners she was raised on and give in to her temptation to grab him and take him in the nearest secluded corner. It had been months since she’d had a good lay, and Max’s assertive air had her convinced that he’d be the one to break that depressing trend. Impatient and aroused as ever, she fought not to drum her fingers or tap her foot waiting for the elevator to finish its slow descent, not wanting to drop her poised façade and let Max see how desperate she was to be alone with him, to touch him, to taste him. She let out a silent breath in relief as the doors finally parted, quickly fishing a key out and stepping in.

Max’s eyes lit up watching her insert the key and press the accompanying “P” button. Penthouse. His cock jumped in exhilaration, and suddenly his hands were on her as the elevator doors closed. The touch of his hands on her waist and his soft breath on her neck threatened to break her and make her go feral. She fought her urge to whip around, grab his hair roughly, and pull his lips to meet hers—her resolve to appear as composed as possible still strong. As Max wound himself around her like the snake he was, pressing his body to hers and peppering lazy kisses along her throat, she counted down the seconds until the elevator stopped at her floor.

Stepping out of the claustrophobic box into the airy suite instantly flipped the switch on her demeanor. The freedom of absolute privacy from the outside world washed over her and she suddenly found herself unreservedly overtaken by the lust that had been simmering within her, pulling Max out of the elevator by the lapel of his jacket. Greedy lips collided while hands caressed skin and pulled hair. Neither wanting to waste another second, they clumsily made their way through the bedroom doorway, quickly discarding the last of each other’s clothing.

Max continued backing her toward the plush bed as she nipped and sucked at his neck. The groan he let out at her teeth grazing his skin told her he liked a little dominance. When the backs of her knees met the side of the bed she disconnected from him, looking into his eyes through her long lashes and shaking her head as she rounded on him and shoved him down instead. Max grinned devilishly as she straddled him and roughly reclaimed his lips.

“Touch me,” she said breathily between sloppy kisses, guiding his right hand from her hair at the nape of her neck down to her aching core.

“Right down to business. I respect that,” Max said, teasingly repeating her words from earlier that evening. Without hesitation, he inserted two digits, eliciting a deep moan from her right into his mouth. “So wet for me.” He gathered her slick and languidly drew out his fingers to tightly circle her swollen clit.

The sob she let out was nearly animal as he applied just the right amount of pressure but kept his movement frustratingly slow. “Fuck,” she keened, “faster.”

Max bit her bottom lip and quickened his pace ever so slightly. “’Atta girl, tell me what to do.”

She slid a hand down his chest and abdomen, grasping his firm cock, and quickly jerked his head back by the hair with the other to look him in his dilated eyes. “Make me cum and you can have whatever you want,” she promised as she stroked him so softly that he physically ached for more.

He tried to hide the breath that caught in his throat and laid back on his elbows. “Get up here,” he said, grabbing the backs of her thighs and pulling her toward his face. She laughed sensually as she shuffled her way up his torso. He greeted her throbbing bundle of nerves with a smooth lap of his tongue and hooked his arms around each thigh to draw her down until she was sat on him completely. He teased her no longer, tasting her sweetness deeply and sucking her clit, immediately turning her into a whimpering mess.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, don’t stop.” Her cries of satisfaction and writhing on Max’s skilled tongue elicited his own moans and had him bucking his hips in anticipation of burying himself deep inside her wet heat. “Yes! Right there, right there” she chanted. Max increased the pace of his massage and shook his head, sucking her in impossibly deeper, his encouraging moans sending vibrations through her body and overstimulating her. She couldn’t form words any longer as the growing knot in her stomach came undone and she convulsed, crying out the god she did or didn’t believe in and releasing her orgasm into Max’s welcoming mouth.

Max—ever the proud lover—didn’t stop until she’d nearly collapsed. He finally freed her tender clit when she pulled his hair so hard it threatened to rip out at the root. Despite her promise, she didn’t wait for Max’s direction before taking her next steps, needing him inside of her as soon as humanly possible. She slithered down his body until her wanting core hovered just above his painfully hard cock. Before she could grip him herself, Max grabbed her roughly by the hip to hold her steady as he lined himself up and ran his leaking tip through her soaked folds. They moaned in unison while he repeated his movements once, twice, three times, until he abruptly thrust up into her. He bottomed out, sheathing her completely, and gave her a moment to adjust to his size.

Without a word, she ran a hand up his chiseled abdomen and placed it on his chest for leverage as she began to slowly rise up off of him. She stopped as the head of his dick reached her entrance, just before it could fall out, and sank back down as slowly as she had risen. Max threw his head back into the mattress, eyes rolled far back in his head, and cried out in ecstasy. She lifted herself again, reiterating her slow descent and moaned proudly at the sight of Max’s nods of pleasure. “You like that, huh, baby,” she cooed.

“Mhmm,” Max nodded again.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want,” she said, continuing to lazily ride him, drawing out each lift and descent.

Max grunted as her cervix bumped his sensitive tip once more. “Need you to ride me,” he said. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Bounce on my cock.” He gave her no chance to quicken her pace herself. He took hold of her ass cheeks brusquely, spreading them slightly, and guiding her down hard over his length, meeting her in the middle with a thrust.

She didn’t protest, giving up control and allowing Max to set his desired pace. It was fast and raucous by this point as Max’s need for release had steadily built up in the act of giving pleasure.

“God, you’re so fucking good,” she sighed out through a hazy, cock-drunk smile.

Max practically growled at the praise, tightening his grip to hold her in place and giving her everything he had. The bottom of his spine was starting to tingle and his need to cum was taking over.

She intuited the meaning of his increased intensity and woke slightly from her sex-induced fog as she remembered they hadn’t used a condom. “Shit, wait,” she exclaimed. “You can’t cum inside me, you have to pull out.”

“But you feel so fucking good,” he said without really processing the bigger picture. She was right, of course, and had he been in his right mind he would have agreed in an instant.

“Please,” she said through her moans. “Fuck me on my back. I want you to cum all over me.”

The sound of her begging and the thought of her with her legs spread for him, covered in his cum, got his full attention. He flipped them over and kept his rhythm, throwing her legs over his shoulders and hitting even deeper now than before. He watched himself fill her over and over as she writhed beneath him and grabbed at whatever she could get her hands on. The tingling at the base of his spine formed again and his hips jerked erratically. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he let out through gritted teeth. He pulled out just in time and she quickly grabbed his shaft, pumping him fervently and letting his ropes of cum spread across her stomach and chest.

Max stayed hovered over her for a moment while he caught his breath, eventually flopping over next to her. As he recovered, she raised herself onto her elbows, surveying the mess they’d painted onto her body together, giggling in her pleasured, post-coital daze. “I’ll clean this up in a minute,” she muttered, collapsing back down with a smile and closing her eyes.

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Max slowly left the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty next to him. She was gorgeous, and she’d been the best fuck he’d had in quite some time, but he had a job to do. Somewhere in the well-decorated penthouse was the money he’d come for. He had no trouble finding and pocketing the cash in her purse that she’d so carelessly left right by the elevator, but $1,500 wasn’t going to get him far—he needed the trust checks. Based on the state of the place, it was clear she had taken up permanent residence there. As stealthily as he could, he tore the place apart searching for the coveted checkbook, growing more and more irritated as he continued to find nothing.

Time passed quickly, and he found himself scavenging through her purse yet again. Knowing nothing was likely to magically appear, he decided to take a moment to study the contents of her wallet. He pulled out her ID card, finally putting a name to the face. He smiled to himself when he read her last name, recognizing it instantly and feeling pride in his ability to successfully spot old money types in a crowd. He was still silently patting himself on the back when the sound of a throat clearing behind him broke the early morning silence he’d been working in. Fuck.

“You’re robbing me,” she asked flatly, seemingly unsurprised. “Pathetic.”

Max chuckled darkly, dropping the charm he’d laid on mere hours ago. “You let a nameless stranger fuck you raw and spend the night in your pretty little penthouse suite. Yeah, I’m pathetic.”

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as he approached her, ID still clutched in his fingers.

“What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,” he taunted, brushing a featherlight knuckle across her cheekbone. He was taken aback as she broke into laughter instead of starting to break under his touch like he expected.

“’What’ll you tell daddy when your money’s all gone,’” she mimicked through her laughter. “Man, you are funny. See, for you take all my money, I’d have to have it first, you fucking idiot.”

Max’s eyes widened. Admittedly he hadn’t inquired about her age, trusting that she looked old enough to be an adult, and he hadn’t checked her date of birth on her ID for lack of interest. She stared him down, enjoying seeing the wheels furiously spinning in his head.

“Calm down, I’m not even close to a child,” she assured him. “Daddy is just a misogynist.” Max’s expression turned from alarm to confusion. “We’ll get to that in a second. First, your name.”

“Fuck off,” Max said.

She scoffed sarcastically. “Well, that’s not very nice. It’s only fair now that you know who I am, and you’re trying to take me for everything I’ve got.” She waited a moment, but Max stayed silent. “Ah, come on. You tell me your name, and I won’t have your kneecaps shot out by daddy’s friends.”

Max’s eyes darted toward the window as if he’d be able to see in the flesh the burly henchmen he was now imagining. He’d never been in this position before and he couldn’t confidently call her bluff—how else do these old money types keep their money and connections but through brute force? He resigned with a sigh. “Max.”

“Max,” she repeated. “I’d say nice to meet you, but—well, you get it. Anyway, Max, you can call me Doe.”

Max sneered. “Dough? Like money? The jokes really wri—”

“No,” she interjected. “Doe, D-O-E, like a deer. For my eyes.”

Max snorted derisively. “Okay, Doe.”

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped. “Anyway, misogyny. You know what that word means, right? Maybe a big one for someone of your… station.”

“My station? God, you fucking people. Yes, I know what misogyny means.”

Doe nodded, smiling up at him in jest. “Impressive. See, daddy does have me set up with a trust—you’re right about that. The problem is, daddy doesn’t think women can handle millions, let alone billions of dollars, no matter how old we are or how much education we have or how long we work our asses off to prove ourselves. So, daddy set my trust up with one stipulation: I get married, I get the money.” Max raised a brow as he took in her predicament. “Right? You see my problem, then.”

Max shook his head as if to clear it. “Wait, so you have a billion-fucking-dollar trust waiting for you—billion with a ‘b’—and you won’t just do what you have to do to get it?”

“No, I will not,” she exclaimed, disgusted at the notion of even considering it. “Not in his way, anyway.”

“The will,” Max said, seemingly connecting the dots. “You think he’s leaving it all to you? He won’t let you touch your own trust and you think he’s leaving his entire empire to you?”

Doe glowered at him. She had thought that a possibility at one time, of course, but had long since admitted to herself that he would never entrust her with the family fortune. She’d even hoped that he would at least leave her enough by her standards, but that wasn’t going to happen either. Deep down, Doe wasn’t much different from Max. She wanted her money, she wanted all the money, and the thought of losing the luxurious life she’d grown accustomed to all her life made her sick. She wasn’t cut out for a boring, regular life. And, thus, she found herself here.

“Fuck you,” she retorted. “No, not the will—I’m not a fool. I have a plan, and that’s where you come in.”

Max stared at her in silent confusion.

“Please don’t drool on my floor,” Doe teased, patting his slack jaw. “Here, let me spell it out for you. I went down to the bar last night to hunt, just like you. I’ve been scouting and, like I said, only finding old pervs. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be face to face with a 70-year-old man’s flaccid penis while you wait for the blue pill to kick in? Not worth the fucking money. I physically could not do it anymore. Anyway, I pivoted to the leeches—at least you’re hot, ya know?”

“Leeches?”

“Yes, leeches. You look for money, that’s all you want, and you’ll bleed it from any woman who has it and is charitable enough to look past the Brooks Brothers sale rack suit and take you home,” Doe continued. “Call me altruistic—I scoped you out, caught you in your most desperate moment when you were just about to throw in the towel, and reeled you right in. I’ll admit I wasn’t sure how it would turn out at first, but you’re a fantastic lay.”

“Truly pathetic,” Max muttered.

“Aw, Maxy, don’t be mad,” Doe tutted, running a hand through his sleek hair. “Really, you were so talented even just as a quickie. And then, even better than I expected, I woke up for a little morning round two only to find you trying to burgle me. I mean, truly, what a perfect set up.”

“You’re pitiful,” Max spat, trying to gain some control over the unforeseen situation he now found himself in. “And the saddest part is how easy it all could’ve been. Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart, you could cut practically any man down with that fucking mouth of yours, good in bed, and fucking loaded. You could pull any sucker out there and live happily ever after. Hell, just pick one, get married, get the money, then divorce him.”

“Just good in bed? Not even great?” Max blustered in annoyance at her quips. “Don’t get huffy with me. Anyway, you just laid out the whole plan.” She paused, waiting for it to click for him.

Max’s expression quickly shifted from annoyance to an amused smirk. “I’m the sucker, huh?”

“Now you’re getting it,” Doe smiled back.

“No,” Max said, dropping the smirk in in instant. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Doe laughed sweetly. “Oh, but you are. I wasn’t kidding about the kneecaps.”

Max stepped away from her, pointing an angry finger in her face. “You’re a fucking psychopath. I’m not fucking marrying you.”

Doe rolled her eyes at Max’s aggravation. “Chill out, you’ll get your cut.”

That got Max’s attention. “My cut?” He could feel his frustration diffusing from a boil to a simmer.

“Of course,” Doe said. “What, you didn’t think I’d leave you high and dry, did you? I’m not a monster, like you.” She teased, sidling her way back into his space, gently caressing his chest. “I told you last night, make me cum and you can have whatever you want. You kept up your end of the bargain and I plan to keep mine. We’ll just get married, get the money, split it, and we can go our separate ways. We’ll be set for life—do whatever we want. Billions with a ‘b,’ remember?”

Doe’s soft touch and devious mind coupled with the thought of money the likes of which Max couldn’t fully comprehend had his cock twitching in his briefs. It was extreme—far beyond anything he’d ever planned—but he couldn’t deny it was genius. He’d striven to not be tied to another person in his game again after working with Madeline for so long, ultimately becoming completely unable to trust her as a partner, but this allowed him a freedom to walk away that he’d never had before so long as Doe kept her word. And even if she didn’t, the marriage would grant him access to the funds whether she liked it or not. He had nothing to lose.

Doe placed a delicate kiss on his neck. “So? What do you say,” she asked, pulling him out of his contemplative trance. “60/40?”

Max smiled widely, cupping either side of Doe’s face and, just like the night before, led her backward into the dimly lit bedroom. “Billions with a fucking ‘b,’” he shouted excitedly and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Doe would get her money and her morning round two.

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