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Perhaps it wasn't the greatest idea to brat on the same night your boyfriend made his triumphant return to All Elite Wrestling, holding his beloved Triple B above his head and proudly proclaiming himself their true champion

But—there you were, sitting beside Max in some ridiculous rental car he had gotten to drive the two of you from the arena to what was most probably the most expensive hotel in Mexico, not that you'd expect any less from Maxwell Jacob Friedman, of course.

The drive was mostly quiet, save for Max's heavy breathing and the ambiance of Mexico City outside. Max's reacquired Dynamite Diamond glinting off his pinky finger in the dim glow of the street lights you passed. His mind was running a mile a minute, you could tell from the way he—a man who never shut up—was actually quiet for once, his hands practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove.

The drive could've been just that. Calm, peaceful silence while your boyfriend stewed away in his head about the business—it could've. Unfortunately for Max though, you never quite liked silence. So, you began talking.

Normally, Max liked hearing you speak. The same man who enjoyed the sound of his own voice more than anything else in the world, actually shut up and listened once you began speaking—tonight, however, Max didn't particularly like what you were talking about.

Max was in a mood, you could tell and unfortunately that meant you made it worse by talking about how Kenny was the real champion, and how “the people” didn't recognize Max as their champion and how there was a possibility he could lose the qualifier.

Not that you actually believed anything that you were saying, of course you didn't! You believed that your boyfriend was the best professional wrestler on the face of the Earth, but you did so love pushing Max's buttons, watching with faux innocence written all over your face as his jaw ticked in annoyance.

That was exactly how you found yourself here—face down on the bed of your lavish and ridiculously large hotel room, the Burberry print of Max's iconic scarf wrapped tightly around both your throat and Max's hand as he used it to happily pull you backwards at the same time he pushed forward, slowly—slowly entering you from behind.

Max's prized Triple B the only thing on his body as he leaned over you, a soft groan leaving him at the feel of you. The way your body always stretched so easily around him, always so open and willing to let him back inside you again. God, it felt like home to him.

He couldn't see your face but he knew your eyes rolled back the moment he filled you to the hilt. They always did, those precious, pretty eyes of yours. God, he loved them—loved when they were staring up at him full of tears, loved watching them roll back into your skull whenever he filled you to the brim and fuck did he love the way they fluttered shut when you came on his cock, his tongue, his fingers, hell—it didn't matter to him. His ego loved knowing that he made you feel so good you physically couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

He was almost…sad that he didn't get to see it this time, not that he'd wallow in that sadness very long with the way you were squealing, moaning underneath him, half begging him to move. He answered with a sharp slap to the side of your thigh, making you groan deeper into the pillows beneath you. “You telling me what to do, sweetheart?” Max questioned and you could practically hear the smug smirk in his voice.

“Max– baby, please–” you begged, fingers clawing at the sheets. He always did this. He waited, merciful in the action, allowing your body to adjust to his size—he didn't proudly call it “The Maximum Ride” for no reason, but on nights like tonight, when your need for him bordered on feral, you wished for once he'd say screw it and fuck you into the mattress.

After feeling your insides loosen, your body adjusting to him the way you always did so beautifully, Max began thrusting and your cries grew louder. You could feel Max's grin against the back of your shoulder as he leaned down, pressing his body against yours.

You hissed in response, feeling the sudden sting of the cold gold and diamond plates of the Triple B against your back. “Aww,” came Max's voice in response, his hold on the scarf tightening to pull you backwards again, his other hand coming up to push down, making the perfect arch of your back deeper for him. “What's wrong, sweetheart? Too cold for you?”

“Max–”

“Ssshh,” He hushed your little cry of his name, his hips meeting your ass flush, every thrust making you take all of it as he purposely pressed the coldness of the belt against you again. “You gotta feel it." He whispered "That's what success in this fuckin' business feels like." He muttered.

"You feel that sweetheart?" Max grinned, feeling you shiver beneath him. "That's your fuckin’ champion.” He let go of his grip on the scarf, allowing your head to fall forward for a moment—only a moment, before he grabbed hold of your hair, yanking your head back so you could look at him while he drove his hips to meet yours.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Me. I'm–your–fucking–champion. Yeah? Say it, baby.” Max demanded, his words being punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that had you crying out so loud you were sure the rooms on either side of you could hear.

“Y-you—fuck, you're m-my champion, Max.” You managed to half-sob out and your only reward was Max's hand meeting your ass in a hard slap.

“That's fuckin’ right. Run that pretty little mouth about Kenny. Kenny this, Kenny that—does Kenny fuck you like this, baby? Mhm? Kenny make you feel this good?”

“N-no–” You replied, your hands scrambling for purchase in the sheets as Max's free hand came down on your ass again.

“Louder!” Max growled, his thrusts becoming impatient, almost feral as he continuously drove himself into you at a pace that wiped clean all coherent thought in your brain.

“No!” You cried louder, making Max's grin spread wider before his hand met your ass again.

“Who does, mhm? Who fucks you so good you can barely remember your own name?”

“You do!” You responded immediately, knowing that now, as that familiar heat started pooling low in your gut, obedience was the only option. “You—fuck—only you, Max! Only you fuck me so good, Max please– please, please..” you sobbed, begging the man who had you at his mercy.

“That's my baby..” Max praised with a gratified grin, chuckling lowly at your begs and pleas. He knew why you were begging, he could feel the way you were tightening around him. “Aww, you gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna make a pretty little mess on my cock?”

“Yes, Max! God—yes, yes please…please, let me—it swear I'll be good, I'll be so good, I'm sorry–” You sobbed out, tears running freely down your cheeks and chin, eyes cast upwards to watch Max, his grip on your hair tightened again, pulling you further back as he leaned over you once more to press a little kiss to your forehead.

“Cum for me, baby.” Max breathed and you shattered almost immediately, unable to hold out any longer Max followed soon after, thrusting through his orgasm but making sure to keep himself buried inside you, milking himself of every drop and keeping it buried in the one place he loved being the most.

You couldn't help but moan at the slight overstimulation, feeling the sudden warm rush of Max's release filling you to the brim. He stilled for a moment, letting go of your hair, allowing your head to fall forward as he himself slumped forward, resting his forehead against your back, his hands coming up to take a hold of your hips.

He stayed like that for awhile, his forehead pressed to your skin, his hips still flush against your as he caught his breath, after a few moments passed, Max pulled back—pulling out of you and just as you were about to let your body fall limp onto the mattress, he caught your hips, bringing them up again.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Max–?”

“Sshh,” he breathed, his hands moving down to spread you open before his hungry eyes. “I wanna see it…” he muttered, eyes fixed on where you took him and now, from where you leaked him.

Heat rushed to your face instantly, embarrassment quickly settling in your bones as you buried your face in a nearby pillow with a little whine. Max chuckled fondly in response, his fingers quickly collecting any and everything that had leaked and dripped out of you before he pushed it back into you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, body jolting up from the pillows but Max's firm grip on your hips kept you in place as his fingers worked his release back into you.