#3fs fic

It was a little over an hour into the movie and the takeout was completely gone. You both were chatting in between scenes from the movie and explain what you would do, how that was stupid, etc.

Except, you both go dead silent.

The two main characters start kissing.. making out.. and things escalate.

"How do they even film that without– without catching feelings or something." You mutter, trying to release the tension in the room. They were still going at it on the screen and you could just feel the heat radiating off of Max.

Max was barely paying attention and just patting his arm to a random beat, trying to calm himself down. It's just kissing, Max, stop acting– oh, and her shirt is off.

"Yeah.. no– no clue." He stutters and his eyes dart from the ceiling, to the tv, to you, to his lap.

You let out a soft laugh at his nervousness and stuttering. The lamp beside him was making him glow and you could just see his olive skin tinted with that red shade.

So, why not tease him?

You move a little closer to Max, your shoulders practically touching at this point. He was so obvious, it was adorable, really. He was trying to be subtle while his brain was short circuiting.

"You're acting a little weird, Max. You.. okay?" You question and glance over at him for a few moments.

He lets out a choked noise, "Wh- what? No! I'm fine, i'm frickin' fine. You're fine, i'm fine, the tv is fine–" His voice cracks and you almost laugh at how flustered he is. You decide to scoot towards him until your thighs are just barely touching. With the heat was radiating off of him, you weren't cold anymore.

He bit his lip, a little habit he has when he's trying to process something. He didn't pull away from your touch, in fact, he leaned into it. His heart was racing so fast, he was almost sure you could hear it. Was this really happening?

"Yeah? You're sure?" You say in a teasing voice and lick your lips. Your eyes trail over to the tv, the man now eating the girl out. You couldn't help but feel a little worked up yourself, especially with Max next to you.

Max's eyes dart to your face and you were red, just not as much as he was. You licking your lips was a small gesture for you, but for him? It was like he got struck by lighting.

He froze and stopped patting his arm, gulping as his throat grew dry. He breathed out your name, his whole persona of 'acting cool' completely gone at this point.

He wanted to hide under the covers and act like this never happened, but he also didn't want to move an inch away from you.

"Frick, you're– you're doing that on purpose.. aren't you?" He whispers, a shy lopsided grin appearing on his face.

"Maybe." You shrug with a grin and stare up at him. Even when you two were sitting, he was still taller than you.

"Gosh.. my heart is doing backflips. Literal backflips." He leans back against the headboard with a breath, trying to calm himself down, "Between what's on the tv and.. and you.." He trails off as his eyes meet yours, for a second his eyes glancing at your lips.

"So, i'm doing a good job at teasing you?" You question.

"You're making it really hard to not kiss you right now." He whispers. You're taken aback by his answer, not expecting Max to be that forward, but holy shit it was hot.

It's silent for a moment more before you place your hands on his cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss.

Max let out a whimper as your lips met his and he instantly melted into it. His hand creeped up to your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth.

The kiss quickly escalated, months of tension pouring into the action. The tv was background noise at this point, all that mattered was him.

You pull back with a breath, one of your hands sliding into his brown hair. His eyes flutter shut for a moment at the softness of your hands before he feels you climbing onto his lap.

"Crap," He breathes out, his hands going to your thighs to help balance you. He was fighting back whimpers and noises as you brought him in for another kiss, this one being messier.

Max's right hand sneaks into your hair and pulls you in deeper. Your hips buck into his and he lets out a choked moan into your mouth. Who knew Max was this loud?

You pull back with a string of spit connecting you both, your eyes roaming his face.

"Was that.. okay?" He asks and licks his lips, the taste of the takeout you ate still on his tongue.

"That was, amazing, yeah," You smile, still catching your breath. Your hands wander from his hair, to his neck, to his chest, to the hem of his shirt.

"Is it okay if I.." You trail off, looking up at his flushed face. Max's eyes flutter as he looks down at your hands.

"Yeah– please," He whimpers as he helps you pull his shirt off. Your hands immediately run down his chest and to his happy trail, smiling as he lets out a groan. He was trying to be quiet, for you.

You lean in and start to kiss down his jawline and to his neck, making small marks. Max is completely gone at this point. He couldn't believe you of all people were making out with him.

Your hips start to move back and forth as you need some type of relief. Max immediately bucks his hips up to meet yours and he throws his head back to give you more room.

"Doin' so good," You whisper against his warm skin and Max swear he melts into the mattress. He lets out a whimper at your words as he moves his hips more, chasing the pleasure.

You connect the dots. He actually liked praise– loved it. He was so worked up by just your words. Even when you were filming videos and telling him how good he was doing, his face would go so red and he'd stutter like crazy.

"Yeah? You like when I praise you? Tell you how good you're being for me?" You tease as you go back up to meet his face, smiling as your lips just barely brush his.

Max just nods– he doesn't even know what to do at this point.

"Please, lemme eat you out," Max begs as his head goes to rest in the crook of your neck, mimicking you and kissing under your ear.

"That's what you want?" You ask as your hand tugs slightly on his messy brown hair.

"Mhm, please–"

"Be a good boy and take off my shorts, okay?"

Max just stops and his arms tighten around your waist, groaning into the crook of your neck. He was flushed all over and all he could think of was you.

Not Universal, the boys, or YouTube.

Just you.

Before you know it, Max is lapping up the wetness between your legs and you're trying to make sure you don't wake the boys in the next room.

"Fuck–" You curse, Max's arms wrapped around your legs to keep you from squirming. He was lost in the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he makes noises of his own against your heat.

Your hand once again falls into his hair, pushing him in deeper as he glances up at you. For all Max knew– this was heaven. He could die between your thighs and be a happy man.

"Maxie– just like that, there you go," You praise him and he whimpers even louder than you. A small smile comes on your face at the noise, your mouth then falling open as he pushes one of his long fingers into you.

Oh, fuck.

Your other hand immediately covers your mouth, trying to muffle your noises. You lean into the touch, your hips bucking into his face and fingers.

"You're so, so, gorgeous– oh my gosh," He compliments, whispering against your pussy as you cry out. His mouth then finds your clit and he just keeps licking the bundle of nerves, over and over.

"Max, Max–" You breathe out his name between moans as your grip tightens in his hair.

"Am I doing okay? Please, please tell me I am," He whimpers as his pace speeds up, his puppy dog eyes looking at you.

"Bein' such a good boy for me– oh, shit, I'm gonna come, Max–" You whine as your orgasm rips through you, your back arching off the bed as your eyes leave Max's face to roll back into your head.

Max is watching your face intensely and not slowing down, not even for a second as he works you through the orgasm. His hips were bucking up against the bed and he was sure he had a wet spot on his grey sweatpants now.

He starts to slow down as you come back to Earth, your hand pushing the stray locks of hair out of your face.

"You did such a good job." You praise him as he licks his fingers clean, going up to kiss you softly. You taste yourself on his tongue as you deepen the kiss.

"My turn," You say and sit up with wobbly legs, pushing Max up to sit against the headboard. Your eyes immediately fall to the spot on his sweatpants and he covers it with both of his hands.

"Hey, eating you out got me–"

"Worked up, I know. You were moaning louder than me Max, and I was the one coming," You let out a small laugh as you take off his sweatpants.

His boxers were soaked with his tip rubbing against them and even though the boxers were black, you could see how much he leaked.

"Eating me out really got you pent up, huh?" You say as your hands linger at the top of his waistband.

Max just nods his head and his eyes shut as he takes in the moment.

"Words, pretty boy," You whisper as your hands reach under to pull his boxers off. Max lets out a choked whimper at the nickname and dominance. God.. was he living his dream right now?

"Yeah, mhm," Max whimpers out, letting out a breath as your hands pull his boxers all the way off.

"There you go." You praise, seeing his cock pop out and there were small beauty marks on it. He was leaking, bad. You would think he’d had come from all the liquid, his tip being bright red.

Max lets out a whine as the cold air hits his dick, his hands on your hips tightening. His head hits the headboard as your hands just barely graze the tip of his cock. His hips go up into your hand, trying to chase the pleasure that only you could give him.

“Jesus,” You whisper as your eyes are just locked on the sight in front of you. Max, a six foot three man is collapsing at your touch, and whimpering of all things.

You can’t deal with the throbbing between your legs any longer and you line yourself up with him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you sink down on his leaking cock, you both letting out loud moans.

You were able to control yours, mostly, but Max.. it was so over for him.

Your tight wetness around his cock was too much for the man and he can’t keep himself from thrusting into you. He’s letting out moans every other second, his hands on your hips surely leaving marks.

You were smiling at the sight of Max coming undone and you start to bounce on him as he lets out the loudest moan yet. He wasn’t even thinking of the boys anymore.

“Max–“ You whisper and your knees dig a little deeper into the mattress. Your hand covers his mouth as he lets out a whimper from you clenching around him.

“You want your friends to know how pathetic you’re being for me right now?” You whisper in his ear as your lips trail down his neck, one of your hands reaching to pull his head back.

Max wanted to be loud for you– he couldn’t help it. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel.

He lets out a choked moan in your hand as his eyes roll back temporarily, him shaking his head. His thrusts were meeting yours and your hips were grinding down on him, soft moans leaving your throat.

“Then be quiet for me, pretty boy, okay?” You were bouncing up and down on him at this point, the bed creaking as slick leaves from your pussy, coating his length and letting you glide over him with little effort.

Max was on the edge of cumming and you could hear him moaning your name in your hand.

“You’re being– being such a good boy for me Max, just hold on, shit– a little longer, okay?” You say as you breathe heavily into the crook of his neck, your hot breath being another feeling for Max that was just a little too much for him as he whines.

Max’s hand moves to the plush of your ass as he spreads you open just the right amount, his length hitting that spongy spot inside you.

You let out a choked moan, stopping yourself from being too loud. Your hand leaves Max’s mouth and you find his lips, kissing him deeply and messily to keep both of your moans in.

Your back was arching against him, your nipples rubbing against the fabric of your shirt, just another sensation that made you about to fall over the edge.

“Baby– I.. gosh–“ Max stutters, not even being able to form a full sentence. You knew what he was asking though as you shush him.

“Max, just let go for me. You did– did so good–“ You cut yourself off with a moan as Max immediately spills inside you. You keep bouncing up and down on him as you both make a mess on the sheets underneath you.

He lets out loud whimpers of your name as he head throws back against the headboard, his back arching to go even deeper into you.

It was at that point you came.

You gush as you bite your lip, trying to be quiet as Max’s hand finds your clit and rubs you through the orgasm. You let out a squeal, a mix of your liquids running down your thighs, your pussy squeezing so tight around him until he’s a whining mess from the overstimulation.

Your body melts into his, you both relaxing and taking deep breaths. You both were sweating bullets and it was like you just ran a marathon.

“I– I didn’t mean to cum that fast..” He whispers as his hands hold your head against his chest. You can hear how fast his heart is beating, for you.

“S’ okay, I think it’s cute.” You smile as you bring your head up to face him. His face was a deep red and his eyes meet yours.

“Let me clean you up, okay?” He offers as his hand rubs your cheek, bringing you up for a soft kiss before lifting you up and off of him.

He cleans you up with a wet washcloth, kissing every part of your body and showering you in compliments.

After cleaning you up, and you cleaning him quickly, you pull his shirt that was lying next to the bed on.

“I’m assuming i’m never getting that shirt back?” He says with a smile, pulling on some new boxers from his suitcase in the corner of the room.

“Definitely not.” You let out a giggle and pull your panties up. You both eventually lie down in the bed, Max’s head immediately finding your chest and resting on it.

You pull the covers over both of you and the movie has been off for a while now, the tv shutting itself off.

You just smile to yourself as Max cuddles into you, finally relaxing for the first time in a few days.

Jacob, Ethan, and Eddie stand outside of Max’s room and prepare to prank him by waking him up with a loud air horn. Ethan found it on the side of the road.

“Okay, be quiet when we walk in. Then, get super close to his ear and BOOM, shocked awake by a stupid air horn.” Jacob states and smiles at the camera. They were all filming for their vlog.

“Three, two, one..” Ethan opens the door quietly and steps inside, freezing up as he sees you and Max cuddling.

Eddie and Jacob follow in close behind Ethan and stop as soon as they see you both. It was obvious the two of you hooked up. Max’s shirt was on you instead of him, there were piles of clothes on the floor, your hair was messy, and Max was shirtless.

“Holy fuck.” Eddie whispers, immediately turning off the camera and grinning.

“Max finally got some.” Ethan whispers, a shocked look on his face. Jacob was just quiet, surprised but also relieved that the two of you finally got together.

Max cuddles a little more into your chest with a small whisper of your name and the three immediately leave the room.

As soon as the door closes they all burst into laughter and delete the footage from all of the cameras.

“I can’t believe.. how did that even..?” Ethan scratches his head as the boys head downstairs to cook breakfast.

The two of you eventually get up and make your way downstairs (after showering together and getting dressed).

You were still in one of Max’s shirts and some type of pants on and Max was in a FNaF shirt with some jeans on.

You both make your way downstairs together, a little closer than friends would normally be. You both agreed to hide you being together for a little while, not knowing what state the boys found you in this morning.

“So.. did you two have fun last night?” Eddie asks as soon as you walk into the kitchen.

“Wh– what? What are you even– what are you talking about, bro?” Max stutters as his face turns red and he goes to the fridge to grab some energy drink.

“We saw you two this morning,” Ethan laughs as he stuffs his face with bacon and walks off to the living room.

“Oh my gosh,” Max smacks his forehead and you’re just still standing there while your face turns beet red.

Max looks over at you with a grin and hands you a drink yourself, you thanking him as your brain is still a minute behind.

“Yeah, good job.” Eddie laughs and pats Max’s shoulder, heading to go eat his food.

“Oh my god, was that the noises I heard last night? OH MY GOD–“ Jacob yells and puts both hands on his head, finally connecting the dots.

You wish you could say the same for his hands though...

And... its not like you meant to leer at his hands, forearms and or biceps. No- theres a difference between being subtle about it, and making it obvious. You prefered to stay tilted towards subtlety...

But with Maxs fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy, you cant really put up a convincing act.

"So cute... you do know that oftentimes i see you staring at my hands, right baby?"

... okay maybe you never really did put up a convincing act.

Your spine arched when his middle and ring finger nudged an especially pleasurable spot in you, choking out a moan and squirming on his lap. "M-Max.. dont–" a shiver racked through your whole body "dont tease me- please.."

"Pretty girl— im not teasing.." he cooed, tilting his head to gently kiss the shell of your ear, which didnt really help his case.

His other hand tightened on the soft flesh of your inner thigh, nudging one of his knees into the other and softly pressing to part them further.

His free hand wrapped around your torso to keep you from falling. It was sweet and heartwarming to see him still try to make you comfortable, even when his nimble fingers were carving you from the inside out.

"Youre doing so well angel... i ought to reward you like this more." He whispered sultrily, smirking like a cat who just got the cream (maybe soon enough) when he felt you tighten around his fingers. "Its good, yeah?"

"S-so good.. dont stop–" your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, while your boyfriend kept pumping into you. Slowly but pleasurably nonetheless.

"Ph-please.."

"Please what sweetheart?"

"My clit..." you whined out, which he just chuckled at lightly. The same hand that was holding you up by your torso (and caressing your chest from time to time) slipped down to draw tight circles onto your sweet spot.

It didnt take much to have your hips bucking against his hand and your body writhing on his lap. You did try to close up your legs when the climax was forming a little soon once, but he was quick to reprimand you lightly and push your legs open again with his knees.

Not that you cared much, you found it incredibly hot.

"Are you getting close, gorgeous?" He hummed before picking up his pace a little, you could only nod, knowing that your words are going to fail you.

"Yeah you like it right there? Gonna cum for me?" Max egged you on just a little bit further, which unsurprisingly had you unravel pretty soon after.

The second your cunt squeezed and your body wound up tight, he slowed down gradually before stopping entirely. Head tilted further to kiss you tenderly and intimately with his fingers still inside you, helping you come down from your high feeling safe and somehow even more loved than before.

"You did so good, pretty girl, ill get you some water and then clean you up, alright?" You hummed appreciatively with a gleeful smile at the fact he was ready for your beck and call. "Thank you.. Max, I love you."

"I love you even more."

You adored your caring boyfriend.

Be it his love for you, the care and attentiveness he shows, low and soothing voice, kind and encouraging words, handsome face and body or his exceptionally skilled hands... you just wouldnt have it any other way.

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the devil works hard but mel works harder yo. ALSO!! a heads up that YES i still am going to write those requests and two of them are already in the works.... please dont give up on me yall i swear im trying. 😭😭😭

"Oh great, give us a second" the helper goes back into the room and just like she said, a few seconds after Max was being rolled away in a wheel chair by them. "We couldn't get him to stand properly and since he is quite tall and big this is the best thing, but he is fine, don't worry"

"Hehe, she said I'm big" Max mumbles as he looks down at your shoes, his eyes follow your legs up your body to your face. "Oh my god, you came... oh wow, did you do your hair different? wow, it looks do soft. Gosh, I can't feel my face, am I smiling? I wanna smile at you. Hi, I didn't say hi to you, hehe" Max covers his mouth and laughs quietly as the helper starts talking again.

"He will be like this for a bit, it will wear off soon, I recommend some sleep, a lot of water and the pain killers we prescribed only after eating"

"Got it, thank you" the staff was nice enough to help you wheel out Max into the parking lot and help him get inside of the car, the both of you struggling to get his seatbelt on. "Max, please, sit still."

"Just waaaait, I’m cramped in here, let me get comfy" Max keeps fumbling with the seatbelt and his long legs push he seat backwards to make more room for himself.

"Jesus, you done?" you start the car as Max chuckles to himself. His face all puffy, his body relaxed against the seat as you start to drive.

"I'm nervous" he whispers as you drive, his hand reaches out to turn in the radio and starts to pass every station without giving the radio time to properly let out the music. At a red light you grab his hand and put it on his lap.

"Why are you nervous? We are going to your house, nothing to worry about. You need rest and water" You say as you start driving again, the music starting to play on the radio after a small break.

"You make me nervous" Max mumbles, then laughs and shakes his head. "Did I say that? What? No way, never mind it... It is true, sometimes, not all the time, but like... sometimes."

"Yeah?" You reply in disbelief as you keep driving towards his house, giving him small glances, Max is fully blushed now.

"I mean, just the normal amount. Like, I'm a chill guy, I'm cool, I can act noncha- how do you say that? nonchale- never mind, you know what I mean. But I just really can't when I'm with you, and I want to be with you all the time, is that crazy? why are you laughing?"

"Max, you are high on medicine" you say softly as you park outside of his house.

"So? That means I can’t lie, facts, get dunked on. I mean it, I like you, like like, not friend like, also that but more than that, I have feelings that aren't friendly... wow, pause, that sounded weird, romantic feelings, yeah..." Max starts laughing again and stops when you open the door on his side of the car, a small scream escapes his mouth since he didn't see or hear when you got out of the car.

"We'll talk about those feelings when you aren't drooling and in pain, okay?" Max nods as he undoes his seatbelt and gets out of the car with your help.

"But can we cuddle? Oh, the food, you can grab my phone and order... can we watch Shrek?" Max mumbles as he struggles to get the keys of the house out of his pocket.

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Max wakes up from a long nap, his lower face in pain, he holds onto his pillow as he groans in pain.

"Ouch, don't squeeze me" you mumble and smack his arm. Max, who is drugged up anymore stands up from his bed so fast he almost trips over his how feet. "Oh, you should have some medicine, we ate before sleeping so it should be fine"

Max nods and looks at you standing up and walking out of his room, he follows behind, his heart pounding trying to remember if his memories are true or if he was dreaming. Did he actually say all that? A cold ice pack on his face and some medicine after, Max gains the strength to talk again, the both of you sitting on the living room.

"So... I said all that?" Max mumbles.

"You did, wanna talk about it?"

"We don't have to, I just... I did mean it, O didn't want you to know like that, I understand if you don't feel the same and-"

"I like you too" Max almost jumps out of the couch. The small pack of ice falling from his hand into his lap. “You good?”

Max was loud when it came to playing video games, anyone who had ever seen his videos or ever been within a mile radius of him when he was recording knew that. Max's screams, yells and whatever other noises he could produce vibrated through the foundations of the apartment that you shared, often resulting in the neighbours leaving passive aggressive letters on your front door.

But really, despite all of the trouble Max often caused, you wouldn't change anything about him even if it made life easier: life wasn't meant to be easy, it was meant to be enjoyable, even if that meant getting judgemental looks everytime you shared the elevator with your neighbour.

Today wasn't any different from the many other days your boyfriend spent hunched over his desk, a few plates of snacks he had demolished in meer minutes of you putting together already pilling up next to his keyboard. He wasn't usually messy, his office stayed relatively clean compared to Plenty's but nothing could compare to the state of his room.

His desk, since he kept if off camera, was often piled hile with plates, dishes, and cups from meals earlier on in the week with his bin overflowing with uber eats wrappers - it was only exusable at the end of the day because, well, it was Plenty, and his cute smile made you forget that him and Gilbert were both rodents.

"Plenty I'm gonna kill you!" Max's voice bellows through the apartment, shaking the table ever so slightly with just how much annoyance was clinging to his words. Max and Plenty had the most confusing relationship: Max was often delcaring how much he hated the shorter man whilst Plenty was usually annoucning his love for his tall friend. Despite this, you always felt weirdly maternal over Plenty, the way he was so loud and annoyed everyone, you always ended up being on his side during arguements even if he was in the wrong.

The mass usage of the word frick coming from Max's room slowly starts to worry you, especially since he was calling with Eddie and Jacob too, he was bound to be the victim of some foul ragebait. In order to try and restore his cool guy act, you make your way to his office to give him some kisses, or a quick shoulder massage as he plays his game - anything to prevent his fist from going through the monitor.

As soon as you make it to his door, you freeze, the tone on the other side of the door seemed a little too invested. Max's grunt alongside the harsh laughter bleeding through his taped up headphones.

"Yeah, give me all that momentum."

The words are spoken in the same slutry tone that he often did when you were in bed, hands exploring each other's bodies before you ultimately fell asleep in his arms with him inside of you. The same tone that he used to make you blush and squirm when you were on the phone with your friends, whispered in your ear before he licked down the side of your neck like a puppy.

Your cheeks turn a deep shade of red, eyes widening as a familiar feeling already starts to pool in your lower stomach - just the tone had your body weakening, ready to give into whatever your boyfriend wanted. But, who was he even talking to like that? Who else deserved to hear Max's voice a pitch lower, was his hand down his pants mid recording?

Did Plenty finally steal your man?

No, Max wasn't gay and he hated Plenty too much to ever want to be romantically involved with him. Maybe Jacob had finally got his kiss that he kept asking for. But that all sounded stupid, Max would never do anything like that, he always reminded you that you were the only thing he ever had his eyes on.

You finally push the door open, eyes screwed shut incase Max actually was pleasing himself at his desk or doing hell knows what on that computer he rarely seperated from. To your surprise, he doesn't notice you walk in, nor does he seem to be doing anything along the lines of what you thought; a wave of relaxtion hits you when you realise you were just being stupid.

Max's right hand is clenched tightly over his mouse whilst his left smashes at the keys on his keyboard in attempts to regain control in the game, he wasn't even playing the game with his friends, he was just doing some off camera recording for white knuckle. The teasing was cleearly getting to him with how frustrated he was getting, Eddie and Plenty arguing whilst Jacob was singing some awful rap he had made on the spot.

Max's hair is being held back by his headphones, his brows knitted together in concentration as he attempts to make it to the next section. He still hadn't noticed you stood in the door way though, he was far too engrossed in his game.

A frown tugs on your face at the sight of your boyfriend so distressed, your brain running a mile a minute to try and find a way to give him just a little bit of stress relief - when finally you think of something, even if it isn't the most ethical.

Support under the desk.

It wasn't the most pratical thing but it was something Max had shown interest in before, a few jokes from his friends about you being under his desk when he groaned extra loud in annoyance always got him flustered. So, those jokes becoming reality seemed like something you thought he would be interested in.

You take a few steps into the room before you fall to your knees and crawl under his desk, there was just enough room for you to fit without banging your head on the underside of the desk. Your hands look so small against Max's large thighs, his entire body jolting when you start to untie his sweatpants.

"What the frick?" His chair scoots back just enough for him to look down under his desk, one of his eyebrows cocking up when he's met by you. He doesn't speak any more, shuffling closer to the desk and lifting his hips so you can pull his sweats down just enough for his boxers to be shown.

For someone that was so against cursing and using language that wasn't PG, he had no shame in doing such foul things behind the camera. Your hand paws at his soft cock through his underwear, his thighs clenching to try and supress his pleasure. A small smirk forms on your face as you realise you're the one in control here, you could easily embarrass your boyfriend in front of all of his friends, or ruin the recording, you had the upper hand.

Max glares at you, a silent warning to tell you to stop teasing, before his eyes are back on the game with a new found sense of determination - to not only make you gag on his length, but to also prove to you that he was able to keep up a normal act.