#max fosh

you and max fosh had a complicated relationship. it was one that felt very transactional, one that had only blossomed due to max’s failures to commit.

it seemed like he only needed you when the time was right. a needy text that soon turned into sloppy sex and a quick buck slipped into your hand as a ‘thank you’ for what you did with him.

it hurt, but it worked. plus, it was a private affair, and max wanted or to stay that way.

when max had told you that he was playing in the sidemen charity match, he’d made it completely clear that he didn’t want you there. 

his argument was that he didn’t want to cause any speculation, but really it was the fact that if the actual details of your relationship emerged, it would probably end him. 

that’s why he liked whatever you had private, it kept him at ease as his job kept him on edge. and it was also a pretty good outlet for whenever he was overwhelmed and stressed. 

what max didn’t know was going to be his gravest mistake however was when he offered you a spare hospitality pass that he’d been provided by the sidemen for his family and friends that wanted to attend the match.

your heart thumped in your chest as your body was a mess of nerves the entire game. a plethora of questions swarmed around your mind as you felt your gut twist and turn with anxiety at the ‘what-ifs’ that could occur.

your hands fidgeted nervously with the pass that hung around your neck as the game went swiftly into penalties after a 10-10 draw at full time.

the allstars soon triumphed at the penalties and the stadium roared into applause at the victory. 

it was the second year that the allstars had defeated sidemen fc, and you were just happy to have witnessed max win with his team.

however, it seemed max couldn’t hold the same sentiment. max was at ease until he turned around when being awarded his medal and he saw you in the crowd.

it couldn’t tell if it was shame that overwhelmed his sentences as he was forced to make a smile at you, before turning around to mask his agitation in order to celebrate with his team.

when you caught his sharp eye, you’d felt your own insides twist too. your breath had hitched a little as you’d realised you made a grave mistake.

though, you powered on, trying to make it seem like you were alright despite your body being on fire.

after the ceremonies were finally over, max was on autopilot as he practically searched the stadium for you. 

it felt like a witch-hunt as his body was tense, feeling on edge as adrenaline and determination to find you and sort everything out surged through his body. 

you stood awkwardly in a random hallway, messing with your phone. you were tempted to call max to see where he was, but it seemed that he’d already found you instead.

he grabbed your arm, tugging you over to the side so he could face you. “what the fuck are you doing here, reader?” max spat as he began his interrogation, all whilst cornering you.

“i thought i told you not to come,” max’s voice was dangerously low as he nearly pinned you to the wall, making it unable for you to escape.

max’s words struck like a poison arrow straight to the heart, whilst his face was contorted into something intoxicating and dangerous. 

the muscles in his jaw flexed as they clenched tight, gritting his teeth in an annoyingly sexy way. 

“why did you come, reader?” max practically barked, his tone interrogative, though his voice was hushed. 

your mind was basically slush as he spoke, the heat of his ragged breath on your face not helping with the arousal slowly building in your body.

your daze-like state didn’t do any favours for max. instead, he got more annoyed, looking over his shoulder just for safety. 

after he was satisfied that the coast was clear, he carried on with his questioning. 

“well?” he asked again, his voice as sharper as it was before, even going as far to lightly tap your cheek to try and wake you out of your daze, “why did you come here, reader?”

“i.. i just thought,” you began to speak, unable to comprehend words as it seemed your mouth had developed a brain of it’s own.

max soon snapped back, scoffing at your pathetic attempt at a reply. “just what, huh?” he spat in your face, to which you scrunched your nose feeling a couple of droplets of his spit hit your face.

“it’s just…” you started again. your breath was shaky and your pupils wide and eyes stupidly wet as you spoke, “well, i wanted to see you play,” you soon added.

before you then squeezed your thighs together pathetically due to the way that max was looking at you.

“but i specifically told you that i didn’t want you here,” max bit back with through gritted teeth. 

at this point, max was practically chest to chest with you. his breathing was uncontrolled as fiery breath fanned out of his flared nostrils. 

you gulped, heart hammering in your chest. you couldn’t deny the tension that lay thick around you in that moment. you could feel the slick collecting in your panties as max’s prominent length brushed against your front.

you blushed. embarrassingly hard too. “well, i thought it would be nice,” you replied, “to see you play, i mean.”

as you spoke, you noticed his cheeks were also flushed, a pattern of crimson splotched across them, and his hair still a dishevelled mess after the game. 

all of these were signs of an adrenaline-fuelled high which max still hadn’t come down from. and in that moment, he decided that you were going to help him.

“thought it would be nice,” max echoed your words underneath his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. he ran a hand over his burning face, before looking at you again.

defeated and ultimately agitated at the sight of you, max just sighed. he soon wrapped a strong hand around your bicep, dragging you along with him, before saying “come with me,” underneath his breath.

the walk to a more secluded place didnt take very long as swiftly max practically ragdolled you by the arm into the now desolate youtube allstars changing room. 

he had no care about if you’d break a bone from the death grip he had you under, in that moment all max could care about was you tending to his problem. like you always did.

as you stumbled into the eerily quiet and tremendously large wembley changing room, all that was left in it was numerous articles of litter and a couple items of clothing that his teammates had left behind.

as max abruptly let go of your arm, you stumbled onto your knees in front of him. 

you were soon eye-to-eye with his now very visible erection which poked out of his red football shorts, that were clinging onto his sweaty thighs for dear life.

your breath hitched as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes wide and dangerously submissive as he just smiled wickedly down at you.

max’s smile soon changed into a smug smirk as his hand cupped your chin, holding it tightly in his grasp as he made you look directly upwards at him and unable to look away.

“looks like you’ve got a problem to fix,” he said calmly, his eyes pointing down to his cock straining in his shorts, before down to you as he flashed a knowing look.

an invitation. a dangerous one at that.

with shaky hands, you brought your hands up to the elastic of the clothing. your fingertips hooked underneath the slightly damp fabric as you tugged it down to his ankles, to which he smiled in response to your actions.

“such a good girl,” max murmured his praises, letting go of your chin now. 

your heart raced as hot blood surged around your body. your brain was fuzzy as your hands started to work on their own, your fingertips now finding the waistband of his boxers shortly after.

soon after, you shed him of his underwear too, leaving his cock hanging heavy in front of him. 

max sighed contently, watching the hard shaft bounce against his lower stomach as he discarded his red football shirt himself, which left him completely naked and you fully dressed.

he sat down on the hard wooden bench below him, spreading his legs enough so you’d have space to nestle in between them.

“come here,” he beckoned with a swift hand gesture, smiling as you soon obeyed, shuffling on your knees closer to him.

he smirked devilishly. “what a desperate, good girl,” max then hummed happily, whilst his hand dipped down to grab your wrist, guiding it to his hard cock.

with his guidance, you wrapped your hand around the thick shaft before giving it a few quick swift pumps that left him groaning lowly. 

after that, you slowly guided the big member into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing to accommodate for his size.

“atta girl,” max affirmed breathlessly as you began to bob up and down on it, the flushed tip hitting the back of you throat enough to make you gag.

and makes you suck him off. 

as you continued to suck him off, he reached behind him for his bag. he rummaged around it in, biting back a couple of moans as he did so. 

eventually finding what he was looking for, max’s cock had began to twitch with life inside of your wet mouth as his insides twisted into knots of pleasure.

he pulled out his wallet from his bag, quickly tearing it open as he let out a shaky exhale whilst you looked up at him through your lashes again, all as your mouth continued to stay full of his throbbing cock.

“this,” max’s voice was breathless and shaky as his hands dipped into the notes section of his wallet, before pulling out a wad of cash that he had, “is for you.”

he began throwing the pound notes at you as you moaned around his cock, sending shockwaves of lust around his body as you did so.

“you’re such a cheap whore, you know that?” max laughed, a shiver of hot adrenaline like electricity shooting down his spine as you continued to suck him off.

his hips had started to thrust forward and into your face as his hands shakily threw more and more money at you, watching as they slowly floated and cascaded to the floor gracefully.

“my good slut,” he chuckled, “always good for me,” he added, whilst his hand gripped the back of your head.

your thighs rubbed together shamelessly at his words. your own insides were a cocktail of lust and adrenaline as you continued to deepthroat him.

you then tried to speak, attempting to pull away from his cock, to which max just pushed you back onto his length with an easy push of the back of your head, gagging you whilst causing your eyes to roll back fully white.

“don’t talk,” max spoke through gritted teeth and bated breaths, his bare thighs now twitching with an overwhelming ecstasy that surged through his person.

you made a garbled noise before you moaned around him again, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum overwhelm your senses whilst your nose nestled into his crotch.

“that’s better. keep going baby, so good f’me,” he muttered, sighing happily as pleasure overtook his whole self.

max’s hips had started to snap up faster into you as he felt his orgasm brewing quickly. he groaned, his head falling backwards as his cheeks burnt along with his whole body.

his hand had also wrapped around your hair, making a makeshift ponytail with what he could work with, as he shoved you deeper and deeper into his throbbing shaft.

max’s body was so hot that his glasses had started to steam up from the pleasure that he was feeling. 

he gritted his teeth as groans ripped from his chest, mixed with sighs and other incoherent noises of pleasure as he came closer and closer to his peak.

his hips fully snapped into your face now, chasing the high so much that he was basically fucking your face like a feral animal. no rhythm, no steady pace, just full lust and desperation.

“gonna come,” he spoke through gritted teeth, feeling his cock twitch uncontrollably in your mouth, “fuck, you’re amazing.”

 you moaned around it again as he gave you that breathless compliment, the vibrations finally sending him over the edge.

max spilled deeply into your mouth with a guttural moan. his body spasmed with ecstasy as his salty seed trickled down your throat, whilst also messily dribbling down your chin and onto the floor.

your eyes rolled back at the salty taste of his semen on your tongue, moaning at the bitter taste that burnt your throat. 

max’s body vibrated with his high that wrung around his body as he continued to fuck himself into you, riding out his desperately craved high, keeping his grip on your head tight throughout the process. 

you and him were both left panting in the moments after he’d fully spilled into you. his chest rose and fell heavily, his whole body flush too like yours.

your jaw ached as your front was messy, a mixture of spit and cum congealing on your clothes and in a puddle below your knees.

as max finally came down from his high, his demeanour changed fully. he seemed more relaxed as he helped to ease you off of himself, before cupping your cheek lovingly after.

“thank you for that,” he said softly, rubbing a caring thumb over the scorching apple of your cheek.

you smiled wearily, your body feeling heavy. “do you feel better now?” you croaked, your voice hoarse and raw from the intense session you just shared.

max laughed, baring his teeth as he smiled broadly. “very much so,” he then affirmed, before adding more softly, “you did so well for me, reader.”

you smiled back, your insides now fuzzy and warm whilst your cunt still ached. though, that could wait. 

“thank you,” you replied, returning the smile.

however, the happy moment didn’t last forever. max looked at his phone as he was met with a plethora of messages from multiple of the boys that played in the match.

abruptly, he stood up, searching for his clothes. max stuffed his wallet back into his black bag as he climbed into his clothes that were strewn all over the messy floor.

“need to go,” he muttered dismissively, “seems like the boys have been blowing up my phone,” max then added as he practically scarpered for the door, still looking dishevelled. 

he then looked over his shoulder briefly, taking in the state that you were in, “clean yourself up. and wait a couple of minutes before you follow me out,” he instructed, “don’t want anyone to get any ideas if you walk out with me.”

max’s words echoed around the spacious sphere you still sat on your knees in. your breathing still ragged as you were left to collect your thoughts in complete silence. and all alone.