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Tom was a sweet guy — a complete opposite from… him. Or maybe that’s what you’ve been telling yourself to forget.

But he was not giving you the thrill you needed. There was no adrenaline when he was kissing you — not a single electrical shock when your lips were meeting his. He was gentle… too gentle for your liking. So soft and… neuter in comparison to what you were used to. It was sweet at first — how careful he was around you, how he was trying to be this stupid-sweet guy your mom liked, that helped her put the table for dinner and whom your dad enjoyed watching soccer matches with.

But he was so… bland. So unlike him it was almost tiring. You wanted to feel the thrill again, the adrenaline, cortisol and serotonin passing through your body all at once even if it was an explosive mix — a horrible idea, as all your friends and family called it.

And now — with music blowing and alcohol filling your veins — the sole reason why you found every other guy bland and dull was standing by one of the trees — black ribbons, tied to one of the branches flowing on the wind by his head. And Max was unbothered. Like he always was — or tried to appear as — with his hand showed into a pocket of his jacket and another clenched around the red cup as if he was nursing a drink, not immediately downing it like always.

You tried to ignore his burning gaze — this hot stare that could scorch a mark on your skin or consume you whole. And you’d lie if you’d say you didn’t like it. You liked like your presence still did something to him. How he was more alert whenever you entered the room or how he stiffened at the sound of your laugher as if the sound personally offended him or make his heart squeeze painfully in his chest, behind all the walls he put around it.

He came here with a girl if you were not mistaken — an eye candy if you will — pretty really, her smile was bright, begging for attention and marked by a red lipstick. Even in heels — terrible idea for a party in the woods by the way — she was still shorter then him — there was only a few people taller than Max anyways. She looked so tiny in comparison to him it was almost ridiculous.

You looked way better by his side.

He knew that and you knew that — even if you didn’t want to acknowledge that and he wouldn’t love anything else more than to remind you how well you looked next to him.

Now the girl was gone, Tom was gone — it was just you moving in rhythm of the music and Max staring at you like he wanted to undress you in the very moment. And oh God you’d lie if you say a thought of it didn’t excite you, that the thought of his hands against your skin didn’t excite you. It was almost shameful.

You had a boyfriend — a situationship, more like it — and he had… someone with him. You shouldn’t be interested in it. Not now. Not knowing that he is most likely to hurt you again and you’d hurt Tom beyond anything if you gave in to your want.

You swallowed — the taste of alcohol still warming your throat and making you dizzy. A gasp left your mouth when hands landed on your hips — big hands enveloping your body and fingers sliding into belt loops of your trousers. A hot breath by your ear, chest pressing to your back — bigger, harder than Tom’s, way more toned, one you knew, one you rested your head on while going to sleep or placed your hands when you rode him.

“Thought you’d at least come to say hi, babe” he said, the tip of his nose brushed over your earlobe and you tried not to shudder at the feeling even though your heart started racing.

From excitement? From fear?

”From what I know I’m not your ‘babe’ anymore.” You scoffed and tried to get away. His fingers dug into you even harder and you heard this sharp inhale of his despite the music — as if he was playing with his nerves already

”Oh please…” he chuckled quietly — the sound rough against your skin. “At least dance with me, let’s have some fun, huh?” He said and moved in the rhythm of the music — your hips moving alongside his like it always did before.

When everything was good, when he said sorrys and you forgave him so easily, when he was the best that ever happened to you. You loved dancing with Max — you loved it. Being enveloped by him, his hands on your hips guiding you with the music, his breath on your neck before he’d press his lips there too.

You closed your eyes, head leaning back against his shoulder as he huffed quietly and let himself move, until his hips were grinding on you and hands fumbling with the fabric of your top.

“Wanna leave with me?” he asked as his lips brushed over the shell of your ear and you felt the electricity go through your body.

“Didn’t you come here with your girlfriend?” you mumbled only and took a sip from the red cup he still held before turning to face him.

He towered over you – of course he did, he always did – his head dipped and a piece of blond hair fell over the blue eyes that pierced right through yours. You were tired, eyes glossy and cheeks rosy. If not for the ongoing party around you some could say you were just crying – a sight Max was more than similar with and more than often caused.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He shook his head lightly and his hand lifted to brush the unruly strand of your hair behind your ear. “My girlfriend’s standing right in front of me.” he said and a small smile bloomed on his face, that charming little smirk that made your heart melt and clench painfully at the same time.

“I’m here with someone–”

“Oh yeah I saw, what was his name? Theo right?” he raised a blond eyebrow before spinning you around in the rhythm of the music – nonchalantly and so lightly as if it was the easiest thing to do.

“...Tom.” you said and swallowed before taking another sip from the cup he brought with himself. “His name is Tom.” you nodded before inhaling and forcing yourself to look up at him again.

Max’s jaw clenched – you could see it in the low, colorful light – the muscle jumping as his eyes hardened before he tried to mask the fact that he cared, that he cares so strongly with a quiet scoff and hands pulling at your top to drag you closer against his hard chest.

“Right. Tom.” he said and huffed “So how are you huh? With this Tom guy?” he asked and looked at you before his hand smoothed over your waist.

“Good. It’s good” you said and shrugged before sighing.

“With me it was amazing.” he said and his blue eyes once again locked in on yours – seeking. He wanted to see if you’d agree, admit that he’s way better than your current boyfriend or whatever. Wanted to check if you still love him or if he still held a place in your heart like an unwanted pest that brought more bad than good.

“Max–” you inhaled quietly, your head began to shake in a quiet disagreement – lost in the chaos of the party.

“No, don’t do that.” he said and moved. You felt his hands against your skin, cupping your jaw and making you look up at him. Stop avoiding his gaze and finally see the icy cold depth of the blue irises. “I mean– come on? How good is he that you just–... write me off? How can you? After–after all the things I’ve done for you? And you don’t even fight for us?”

Guilt gnawed at your heart as the desperation stuttered out of his mouth. His eyes flickered over your face trying to see even a glimpse of regret, a glimpse of something that would make him sure that you are still his deep, deep in your very soul.

“We… we’re not that serious” you inhaled and shrugged gently before your gaze flickered over his face.

Blond hair messy, blue eyes glossy and slightly blood shot, cheeks rosy from the heat of the party.

You swallowed.

Once.

“We were serious.” Max said, his jaw still clenched but gaze suddenly was softer, not so angry or hurt. “I even bought you a ring y’know?” he dipped his head until his mouth didn’t press against your temple and he could whisper into your ear again. “What would you say huh? Wouldn’t you like to be Mrs. Hastings?” he asked and a snicker hit your ear, the warmth of his breath against your skin causing you to shiver again.

“I think it’s a bit too late for that, isn’t it?” you mumbled but wrapped your arms around his neck as Max swayed you both to the music, his red cup still in your hand as the content sloshed around. Vodka with sprite and lime, maybe a bit of coke as he always liked it.

“Do I know?” he scoffed slightly before his hands slid down your waist and into the backpockets of your pants. “I still have the ring… and you can still leave with me.” he said. “Theo doesn’t have to know… just… ghost him or something, it’s not that deep.” he scoffed quietly into your ear before pulling away to look at you.

“Tom.”

“Right. Tom.” he scoffed and rolled his eyes before sighing. “Okay look… if you're not sure… just let me have this one night so I can convince you that I’m better than whatever… he is.” he said, his hand raised to push your hair back from your face.

Heat crept up your neck and you could feel your cheeks warm up and your vision blur up a little bit before you tried to blink it away.

“Fine.” you nodded finally before inhaling quietly. “I’ll go with you… but this is the last time.” You said, your voice finally becoming more confident and gaze sharper or rather as sharp as it could be after everything you drank tonight, including whatever was in Max’s cup. ”You hear me? The last. Ever.”

”…You keep saying that.” He nearly hissed and groped at your ass through the rough fabric of your pants. “Yet you keep taking me back anytime I ask… so how will it be this time huh?”

For a moment your eyes flickered over his — once again you had to blink away the blur and swallow down the bitter taste of the alcohol. You could feel the rushed beat of your heart and felt like a few more moments like that and it would rip through your skin and onto his hands. No matter how much it would regret it later.

”Let’s go then.” He tilted his head towards the end of the forest before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him with a small smile. A victorious smile.

Because apparently Max Hastings always got what he wanted.

The walk was both too long and too short. Too long because people kept bumping into you, your head kept spinning and Max’s arm around you felt claustrophobic even in the forest like this one. Too short because before you knew the doors to Max’s car was already opening.

With a gentle push he guided you to the passenger seat, letting you melt into it, your legs and back finally resting after a whole night of standing and dancing. The interior felt similar after so many hours spent in his car — driving around, laughing, kissing and being happy.

Sometimes when you look at Max he looks more like a memory you’ve hid far away in your mind than a person standing in front of you.

The car engine started before you could buckle yourself. Max’s focused gaze didn’t leave the road before you and his hand was sliding from the gearbox to your thigh, rubbing in an almost comforting manner. His fingers sneaked to your knee, fingers mapping your body as if he was trying to relearn it.

The tension was palpable in the car — maybe not on his part. Max sat there relaxed, smirking slightly to himself, one hand on the steering wheel while his elbow rested on the doors. The windows were opened — air coming into the car and messing with your hair. Strands of your hair fawning around your head while his were pushed back in a chic mess.

Meanwhile you bit the inside of your cheek. Your eyes kept flickering to his face — searching. For anything really a hint of hesitation, regret for leaving the party early, for leaving the girl he came with for you.

But you saw none. As if he brought her with him just for the sake of it, so he would not be seen coming there alone. Only quiet cockiness, satisfaction that he was leaving and you were the one sitting beside him.

“What are you smirking at?” You scoffed quietly before shaking your head as if in a quiet moment of sudden defiance.

Max’s jaw clenched slightly for a second as if hearing this tone in your voice made his blood boil immediately.

“What do you think?” He asked and looked at you momentarily and before his gaze flickered back to the road. “Can’t I smile? Can’t I be happy you’re with me?” He added before giving your knee a firm squeeze.

It didn’t hurt – in fact it was grounding, he used to do that in private when things started being too much for you. When a party would get too loud or people too drunk – a hand placed on your knee, fingers pressing into your lower back, or lips pressing to your temple to whisper soothing nothings.

“...I never said that you can’t.” you mumbled only and wetted your lips before shifting slightly on the seat. “...you shouldn’t be driving.” you added quietly as your eyes shifted to the window and to the darkness behind it.

“Oh not you schooling me now.” he chuckled before he shook his head. “You never minded before.” Max added.

”I always minded, I just didn’t tell you.” You scoffed quietly before biting the inside of your cheeks as his fingers smoothed higher. “It will bring you trouble one day.” You mumbled before gasping and grabbing the handle quickly as he yanked the car to the side of the road.

Your eyes widened as he hit the brakes, the car stopping by the low stone wall as Max pulled the handbrake. There was only silence in the car as you turned your head slightly to look at him.

“What the fuck, Max?” You mumbled, shaking your head gently as you finally let go of the handle and exhaled quietly.

“C’mere” Max’s hand shifted to pull at your arm with a gentle voice, as if to both soothe and calm you. “You didn’t want me to drive, here we are.” He smirked and tilted his head to the side. “Come here then.” He added.

“Max—“

”Baby.” He cut you off. “You wanted me to prove I’m better.” His voice cooled and so did the look on his face. “Come. Here.” He lifted his eyebrow gently.

Your heart thumped as you undid the belt and your breath hitched as if you couldn’t believe you were actually doing what he said. Nervousness made your moves clumsy or maybe it was everything you drank tonight finally working on your body and not helping you at all. Max’s hand lifted to rest on your waist as you finally sat down on his lap and leaned back until the steering wheel didn’t poke into your back. You felt his blue eyes flickering over you in the dim light of the controls, blue light shined over his face and the messy hair.

You inhaled quietly before lifting your hand to thread through them, to push the unruly bang that always fell onto his eyes whenever partying too long or fucking you too messily. You remember how it always tingled your skin when he dipped to kiss or breath against your neck.

“I missed you.” He breathed and pulled at the trousers loops to ground your hips against his. “So much.” He added and let his head fall back against the car seat.

Your gaze fell slightly in guilt before you wet your lips and inhaled quietly before resting your hand on his shoulder.

”…I’m sorry we ended up like that.” He said softly again before leaning in to catch your eyes. “Can you forgive me? Please baby… I can’t do it without you.” He said before his hand wrapped around your wrist to bring it up to his lips. ”I need you..” he whispered before quietly inhaling and pressing his lips to yours.

Gently at first, like he was still the same Max kissing you in the empty class after the hard day. The same Max kissing you breathlessly after climbing up your window to sneak into your bedroom while your parents were home.

Your lips met slowly at first, teasing and careful, like neither of you wanted to rush the moment. Your fingers slid into his hair while his hands rested against your waist, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you both. The warmth of Max’s breath mixed with yours, soft kisses turning deeper with every second.

He kissed along your jaw, making you shiver before making your head tilt back slightly, smiling gently, almost in disbelief against his lips when he returned to kiss you again. The steering wheel pressed painfully into your back as he leaned in to kiss you deeper before your hands fell from his blonde strands

Max’s thumb traced circles against your hip while letting your hands run down his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing beneath her fingertips. Every kiss became more passionate, more desperate, yet still tender enough to make you melt into him completely. You felt your heart thumping against your ribs or how dizzy you were getting from it breathing and only feeling his lips move against yours.

You pulled away — for long enough to catch your breath and swallow down before feeling his lips on your neck and fingers at the waistband of your pants, pulling down until you lifted yourself up and let him tug them down your thighs.

You gasped quietly when his fingers slipped between your legs — your pants suddenly forgotten by the pedals — or rubbed against the thin fabric of the cotton panties. Nothing extra — when getting ready for the party you completely weren't focusing on the possibility of someone seeing it. You did not went there to get laid ad Tom never said anything about eating to see you in some lewd lingerie so you just stopped wearing it — he lace sets bought by Max suddenly abandoned at the bottom of your wardrobe.

“You’re a good girl now, huh?” He chuckled breathlessly and tilting his head back to look at you. “I liked you better in that one black set, you remember? Lace with a little bow right here?” He asked before dipping his head again and pressing a quick kiss to your sternum through the fabric of your shirt. “But I can’t complain now.” He shook his head as you finger pressed against your clit.

You could feel the warmth pooling in your lower belly — the excitement you haven’t felt since your last time with him finally filling your veins again. You rolled your hips against his hand — your own on the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the blonde strands.

“So wet for me isn’t she?” He hissed quietly through clenched teeth while his eyes followed every little expression on your face with hunger. “She missed me, huh?” He snickered before reaching to undo his belt.

The clasp opened smoothly — the metal sound of it filling the car alongside your needy breaths and his quiet huffs — and next was the button and the zipper of his pants.

“Gonna help me a bit with it, won’t you, baby?” He nodded quietly as his fingers sneaked finally under the drenched fabric of your panties, pushing it aside after a moment. “Tell me you missed me.” He said and looked at you with eyebrows lifted in waiting.

“Max—“ you gasped quietly as his fingers slid just over your opening — teasing you gently and trying to make you cave.

“Nuh nuh, sweet thing.” He shook his head with a smirk. “I ain’t doing anything unless you tell me.” He said and inhaled. “Come on… you can do it and I’m all yours.” He said, sliding the first digits of his fingers into you.

“Max—! God I missed you—…” you breathed and your fingers squeezed on his hair. “Fuck I missed you so much, so much.” You shook your head slightly and looking at him.

“…I know.” He said and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I know you did, baby.” He said and pulled his hand away to put on your hip instead.

“No! Max— that is so unfair, I—“ you cried out as a grimace spread over your face,

“I got you, don’t worry,” he chuckled quietly. “I got you.” He repeated quietly.

His hips lifted off the seat, taking your with him — now his hand worked clumsily to tug down the front of his pants and boxers. Max’s cock sprung out free, the first bits of precum showing in the dim lighting on the soft pink skin of his tips as he fell back again the seat. A soft gasp left your mouth again as it suddenly shifted, falling down to give you more space. Max’s hair fell back against the leather as his hand squeezed on your hips and the other pumped his cock slowly.

You didn’t turn on the light, the light from the car controls and those outside were enough to see how he was wetting his lips, how this waiting, excited glint appeared in his eyes. With an inhale you leaned back to reach the glove box before his quiet chuckle stopped you.

“Ain’t nothing there.” He said and shook his head as if you were naive. “Don’t have anything on me now.” He added and bit his lower lip for a moment. His eyes shifted to look at the ceiling as yours tried to catch them before finally meeting them. “I didn’t need them.” He said only. “Cuz if I’m not doing this with you, I don’t do it with anyone.” He said and pulled you to him until you hovered above him.

“You’re such a pain.” You shook your head and inhaled feeling how you dripped over your thighs. “You always had condoms.” You scoffed quietly before shaking your head. “Un-fucking-believable.” You huffed at what you only chuckled lowly.

“Gonna have to take me raw.” He buckled his hips slightly, which only made you whine quietly. “Can you do it for me baby? Just this once?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into those blue eyes before shaking your head with resignation. You let how he throbbed when you finally took him in your hand, pumping gently out of habit before pressing your lips to Max’s as you slowly sank down with a whine sent into his lips.

Max groaned into the kiss — his hands squeezing your hips so hard it probably will leave marks, your forehead leaned on his as your lips parted. A thin trickle of saliva was the only thing that connected your swollen lips as you began to ground down slowly — your hips working to remember the old rhythm. The sensation of him finally being inside you again send a shiver up your spine and your toes curled slightly at the feeling of how he filled you.

“Fuck—“ he breathed as his hands slid down to cup your ass — helping you move as your hands kept you propped against the seat. “Feels like she’s been waiting for me.” He chuckled breathlessly before tilting his head back and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I missed her too, y‘know.” The cocky tone in his voice giving up to the sound of the need that echoed through the car.

With each breath, thumb of heart or shaky breath your pace quickened. Hips rolled desperately against his just so he could hit that one spot deep inside you that made your skin crawl in pleasure and eyes water.

It’s been weeks since you last fucked like that — thinking giving up to the need of the body, rational thoughts in no position to fight the senses that wanted to be fulfilled. Moans echoed through the car — not only yours, those needy, breathy moans of yours, high pitched sounds he always loved but his too, the quiet groans and shameless whines as his eyebrows knitted until you could see a crease between them.

His fingers digged into your skin as his lips were parted and you felt every breath on your skin accompanied by the twitches of his cock inside you as you clenched around him — your pussy greedy for more after all this time of neglect.

Your heartbeat was Ike thunder and you silently prayed he couldn’t hear it — that he didn’t know how affected you really were. You straightened up until his hands had no other way but to return on your hips or waist, however they landed right into your hair — pulling and squeezed the strands between his knuckles enough to tilt you head back as you pushed your hips upwards to chase the pleasure.

And it coiled in your lower belly — like a snake ready to attack your body and mess with your mind, stunning every sense and abusing your nerves. You felt the innocent tingling between your legs — the first sign of the wave to come, one that got you so excited already.

A gasp left your mouth as one of Max’s hand felt the roots of your hair, fingers ending up cupping your breast instead, kneading the flesh and toying with the nipple through your shirt.

“You won’t make me pull out now, will you?” He asked and gasped for air as the uncle in his jaw jumped in pleasure. “Don’t spoil the fun, baby.” He grunted and bucked his kids to meet with yours.

The words seemed lost to you as a lewd moan filled the car — an only answer he needed — as the first coils begin to unravel.

“Fuck—“ a desperate gasp made him loose the hold on your hair before removing his hand entirely and simply gripping your hip. “Shit, I’m—“

”I got you.” He nodded only before biting the bottom lip himself as he throbbed.

The wave that waited to crash finally did and you felt it in your whole body — this knot deep inside you finally untangling and spreading this warmth all over. Max came second later with a painful bite on his own lips that was enough to almost draw blood from it as he filled you up — the hot spurts making your toes curl and face to twist slightly in sensation.

You leaned down again, lips pressing down as he finally released his from between his teeth — breaths tangling and tongues meeting in their own messy dance.

You felt like you were kissing for hours when you finally pulled away — chest heaving and cheeks warming up as you looked at him. Max’s hand lifted only slightly, disappearing from the snide of your shirt to brush your hair back rom your forehead and rest on you back as he held you close. You felt his chest raise and fall ad the steady beat of his heart.

“Take me back… please.. please just give me one more chance.” His tone was both tired and needy, desperate for forgiveness.

And as the tiredness took place of the pleasure in your body you could only nod in agreement.

And here it finally is, I’m so happy I can finally publish it (free myself). I hope you liked it and thank you for reading 🫶 JUST WANNA POINT OUT I HAVEVNT SEEN TGE NEW SEASON NOR I LIKE MAX. THIS WAS WEITTEN PURELY BECAUSE HENRY ASHTON IS FUCKING HOT