“I’m not!” He smiles and picks them up, placing them on the coffee table and getting back under his batman blanket.

“Okay, okay, the question is..” He picks a card from the deck, your eyes staying on his. “What is your pet peeve?” He licks his lips, placing the card in his lap.

You rest your face on your hand, just examining him. Mason was taking over your mind more and more recently. Maybe it was the way he treated you with respect or the way he defended you or the way he looked in that black shirt-

“You crack your knuckles so much and-“

“I do not!” You sit up, laughing. “Okay, maybe I do, it’s a habit.”

“It annoys me so much, you know that, right?” He states, shaking his head, smiling. “Well, that’s my pet peeve.” He shrugs.

You crack your knuckles in front of him, starting with your index finger. As soon as he hears the sound, he reaches to you and smacks your hand lightly, holding them.

“I am not allowing you! You’re going to get arthritis or something.” He laughs, you struggling to get your hands away from his. He got stronger, a lot stronger.

“Oh please, you’ve cracked your back everyday for like ten years.” You say, calling him out. You remembered when he once tried to crack his back on a school chair, only for it to break.

“That’s different!”

“Okay, Mace.” You smile at him, rolling your eyes. He lets your hands go, lingering for just a second too long. You don’t miss how his face turns a light pink when you call him by that nickname.

“My turn!” You cheer, clapping for a moment. You pick up a red card, sitting up. You read it.

Oh shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“What?” He asks, interested in your sudden distress. “Is it bad?”

“No, no.” You shake your head, chuckling nervously, “It says describe your first kiss.” You place the card in your lap, just staring down for a moment too long.

The only thing is, you haven’t had your first kiss.

Should you make a story up? Tell him the truth?

It was silent. You didn’t speak, stumped on what to say. Mason didn’t grasp what was going on until you sighed.

“Mace, don’t make fun of me-“

“No promises.” He teases.

You crack a smirk and cross your arms. “Shush, for real this time.”

“Okay, okay, what’s up?” He listens intently, siting forward.

“I haven’t.. had my first kiss.” You admit slowly, closing your eyes, hands covering your face for a moment.

“Wait, wait, you’re joking, right?” He asks, confused. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head.

You shake your head no.

“What? I thought you’d for sure had one. You’re gorgeous how have you not?” His eyes widened, surprised on what came out of his mouth. Yours did too. Did he just call you gorgeous?

“Gorgeous?” You smirk, trying to tease him. “I didn’t know you thought I was gorgeous.” He moves closer. You blush, the redness becoming obvious on your face.

“Well, yeah. Have you seen yourself?” He looks you up and down. Jesus christ, your heart is going to fly out of your chest at this point.

“You’ve dated someone though, right?” He asks, moving on from the previous topic. Yeah, this couldn’t be any more embarrassing for you.

You place your head in your hands and laugh, shaking your head.

“There’s no way!” He places a hand on your shoulder, “Are you fucking with me?”

“No, Mason, no. Why would I lie about that? It’s just embarrassing.” You look up. Woah, suddenly he was a lot closer.

“It’s not that embarrassing when you compare it to the things i’ve done.” He shrugs, trying to make you feel better. Yeah, he was right, you guess.

It was silent for a long moment, Mason’s gears turning in his head. Yeah, you could just tell he had an idea.

“What’re you thinking?” You ask and tilt your head.

“I could teach you.” He offers, swallowing hard. Your stomach plummets and your mouth falls open a little bit. “Only if-“

“Yeah.” You respond without second thought. Yeah, you and Mason were friends, but you were crushing on him recently. Hard.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod, nervous. What if you were bad, what if you accidentally bit him or something?

“You’re overthinking. S’ fine, don’t worry about it.” He reassures you. This just makes your stomach twist and turn even more, your knees getting weak.

He moves the red cards to the coffee table and pats next to him. You move even closer to him, feeling his breath on your face. You had to look up slightly at him.

“Okay, so just go with the flow. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” He explains. “Just tilt your head a little and relax.” He looks down at your lips.

“You’re a shit teacher.”

“Shut up.” He pulls you in for a kiss, smiling into it. You pause at first but then get into it, remember what he said. The kiss was soft, slow and sweet.

He places one hand on your cheek, moving his thumb back and forth. You don’t know where to place your hands, like at all. He moves his free hand to yours, guiding your hand up and around his shoulder. You take it as a sign to climb into his lap, batman blanket now on the floor.

He looks up at you with those soft brown eyes, his lips red and swollen. His vanilla and cinnamon like scent invaded your senses. He smelt really good.

“You smell like fall.” You tell him casually, acting like you didn’t just kiss.

“I know. It’s your favorite season right?” He questions. You were so giddy, smiling like a madman.

“Yeah. How’d you know I like vanilla too?” You lick your lips, looking at him.

“I’ve known you for like ten years.” His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

“Fair,” You say, pulling him back in for a kiss. This time it’s rougher and messier, your hands grabbing the fabric of his black shirt.

He moans quietly into the kiss, not expecting you to pick up on the topic so quickly. He tilts his head, getting a deeper angle, placing a hand on your cheek once again.

You were on cloud 9, dreaming, in heaven, something of the sort. You just had your first kiss with your childhood (and now) crush. Could your life get any better?

He starts to make nosies into the kiss and you do too, rutting your hips. He makes a loud whimper.

Yeah, your life just got better.

You smile against his lips, continuing to rut against him. You both pant into one another’s mouths, the kiss getting sloppier.

He pulls back, a string of spit connecting you both. “Do you want to..?”

“Maybe.” You lick your lips, teasing him.

“Maybe?!”

“M’ joking, Mace,” You giggle as he plants kisses on the side of your jaw, leaving a trail of them down to your collar bone.

You moan softly, Mason’s grip on your hips tightening even more. Yeah, you definitely felt something under you now. He was hard.

You move your hips back and forth on him, not really knowing what you’re doing. You sigh, tilting your head to give him more space.

He sucks on a sensitive spot and you squeal out, moving your hips down. He groans loudly, finishing leaving a large purple mark on the side of your neck.

He pulls back, looking up at you with love and lust in his eyes. His hands start to move under your shirt, silently asking for permission. You nod quickly.

Your clothes were too hot for your body, your face probably beet red, and your lips swollen. You didn’t care as long as he kept doing what he was doing.

He takes your shirt off, throwing it across the room for you to find later. You had a black lace bra on, not expecting for this to happen at all.

“You’re- you’re beautiful.” He states, looking down at your lips as his breath hitches. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time it being gentler. It felt like this time you were kissing as a couple.

“Mason,” You moan out as he grinds you down on him, your arms tightening around his neck. You place a hand in his hair, pulling slightly.

“Say that again.” He exhales, infatuated by you. He kisses down your neck and around your bra, one hand caressing your right breast.

“Mason,” You moan a little louder, surprised by his movement.

“S’ this okay?” He slurred, looking up at you in between your boobs.

“Yeah, yeah, more than okay.” You nod rapidly as you grind on him more, finding a spot that hits just right. “Shit,” You whimper, the pleasure being a lot for your first time.. doing whatever this is.

“Yeah, there you go. You’re doing so good.” He praises and moves up to kiss you again. You made out for a while, the pleasure building up in your stomach.

“Mason-“ You whimper again, placing your head into the crook of his neck. He places a hand in your hair, moving your head up and to face him.

“I wanna see you, you look so good, so pretty like this.” He grinds with you, noises spilling out of both of you rapidly. His hand on your hip moves to your thigh, caressing it through your leggings.

“I can’t tell you how long i’ve wanted this. Kissing you- fuck,” He groans out, hips twitching. “I can’t last much longer.”

“Me either, Mace,” You confess, looking at him, his freckles prominent from how close you were.

You hump him faster, letting out a loud whimper. You kiss his cheek, and then a few of his freckles. His face gets red and his hips twitch.

“I can’t-“ Your mouth drops open and you throw your head back.

“There you go, come on,” He praises again, tapping your thigh to bring you back to earth. You come around the same time as he does, your noises mixing with one another’s.

Your breaths are heavy, your head is in the crook of his neck, and he kisses your forehead.

“I like you.” He confesses and you kiss the side of his neck with a smile.

“Really? I didn’t know.”

“Shut up.” He goes red and Lego Batman laughs on the tv. You both laugh loudly, holding each other tight.

“I never thought I would’ve done that while Lego Batman was on in the background.” Mason states and you sit up, pecking him on the lips.

After a few more clicks, Mason leads you away to the next area. Your heart was beating fast, black spots in your vision from the blinding lights.

"This is stressful. How do you do this so often?" You ask Mason as you wait in line for the next carpet. You fix your dress strap and move your hair back.

"Practice and trying to not let them get to you," He shrugs and kisses your cheek, you smiling at the gesture. "They'll try anything to get a rise out of you."

You nod your head as you step up to the carpet, next in line for the photos. You each take a solo shot and then stand next to each other, Masons arm around your waist.

The photographers yell out normal things like, "Look over here!" "Smile this way!" but you hear an odd saying mixed with the other ones, "I thought your girl was Mckenna! Who's she?"

Your smile falters, but you keep it up, squeezing Masons shoulder.

He immediately catches on and grabs your hand, leading you to the interview area. You try to ignore it but it's always in the back of your mind.

Ever since Mason was cast in Regretting You with Mckenna, the dating rumors started.

Edits, assumptions, analyzing every small thing between the two. And the thing is, you loved Mckenna, she's one of your best friends.

So in order to make things slightly better, Mason announced you as his girlfriend a few weeks ago which only made things worse. Comments flooded in about how they thought Mckenna and Mason were dating and you were over it.

So Mason took you to the Regretting You premiere. Surely it would make things better, right?

Yeah, no. It was bad from the moment you walked in.

Mason brings you back to earth with his thumb rubbing small circles on the center of your lower back. "You okay?" He asks, only focused on you.

You think for a second, looking up at him. This was his moment and you didn't want to ruin that. You nod your head, "Yeah, yeah. Just a little overwhelmed."

"You sure?"

"Of course." You respond. He kisses you softly and grabs your hand.

"Alright, it's interview time." He explains to you how the interviews work and how he's planning to meet you both up with Mckenna.

The first few interviews go through smoothly. One of them being letterboxd where you had to answer your latest movies, one that was a friendship test between the both of you, and a 'this or that' character questionnaire.

You move on to one of the last interviewers of the night before the premiere. Mason grabs your hand and squeezes it twice, reassuring you that it was okay.

"Hello, hello!" The interviewer says, mainly talking to Mason. You both respond with a greeting, you playing with the end of your dress.

"So, just some quick questions before the premiere starts. Mason, I know you play Mckenna's love interest in this movie and I, along with the internet, was wondering if you both are dating in real life?" He questions, a smirk on his face.

Your smile drops, your heart thudding out of your chest. You were already insecure about your relationship and now this asshole with that stupid smirk on his face has to rub it in even more?

"Oh! Um," Mason looks over at you, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. "I'm not with Mckenna. This is my girl, right here. She looks amazing tonight, doesn't she?" He tries to change the topic by complementing you.

You turn red. You don't know if it's from his compliment or you wanting to jump over this barrier and show the interviewer–

"Yeah, yeah. Are you sure? You don't have at least a little bit of feelings for Mckenna? I mean, you do play her boyfriend-"

"Listen, dude. I'm with her. End of story." Mason states, referring to you. Mason leads you two off the carpet and to where the rest of the cast was at, waiting to be let into the screening of the movie.

"That guy was such an asshole. I mean I told him a million times, i'm with you!" Mason runs a hand through his hair, obviously upset. "Are you- you okay?"

No. No you weren't.

Not to be dramatic or anything, but you wanted to crawl up into a ball and never be seen again. You were on the verge of tears and wondered if you even deserved Mason. It was your first ever premiere, and this is how it went?

"Baby, you okay?" He asks again, placing a hand on your cheek.

You nod your head, "Yeah, yeah. Just a little shaken up." You sniffle, looking up at him. Your heart was thudding out of your chest.

"Listen, how about you stay over at my place tonight? We can watch any movie you want, have popcorn, cuddle-" You cut him off with a laugh.

"That would be nice." You nod your head, smiling at him. "Hot chocolate?"

"Of course!" He responds. The crowd starts to move onto the theater and you turn your head towards them.

"Just find your seat and i'll be up right after the speech, yeah?" He explains. You're nervous and he can read you like a book.

"Here," He removes his hand from your cheek and takes off a ring of his. It's just a simple silver one, chunky, and almost too big for you.

He places it on one of your fingers and kisses your hand softly. "I'll be back. Don't miss me too much."

"Wouldn't dream of it." You tease, waving at him as he goes to the stage.

It was long after the premiere now, around one am. You changed into pajamas and were lying in Masons bed with three thick blankets on you. Why did he keep his room so damn cold?

You were laid on your side while Mason was in the shower and you were just doomscrolling.

You eventually come across a ship edit of Mason and Mckenna, your heart plummeting and aching. You play with the ring Mason gave you during the premiere to try and calm yourself down.

You check the comments, bad idea, seeing everyone agreeing with the creator. People saying how she was a lot better, how they had more chemistry.

You turn your phone off and sit up, head in your hands. You were overthinking hard. Did he even like you? Maybe he did deserve Mckenna. You weren't good enough for him. Tears started to flow down your face.

Sometime when you were losing your mind, the shower turned off and Mason walked through the bathroom door with no shirt and just checkered pajama bottoms.

You couldn't lie that he looked good, but that was in the back of your mind right now.

"Hey, baby- Is everything okay?" He dropped the towel that he was drying his hair with and sat next to you on the bed. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest without question.

You just caved, sobbing into his chest. He smelt like vanilla with a hint of a woodsy tone and he was still slightly damp from the shower. He kissed you on the head softly and gave you time before asking about the issue.

You explained to him after calming down that it was about the rumors, once again. He sat you up, making sure you were staring at one another.

"Listen to me, okay?" He places a hand on your hip, rubbing circles to try and calm you down. The other hand was on your cheek wiping your tears that were rapidly falling.

"You're my girl. Nothing is ever going to change that. I like you and you're the best girlfriend I could ever ask for." He admits. You start to cry even more and crack a smile at him.

"You mean it?" You ask.

"Of course I do." He whispers, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm taking you to a movie theatre date tomorrow to see Superman." He states and your ears perk up.

"They still play that?" You ask.

"Yeah, it's like the best movie of all time." You both laugh and he kisses your forehead as you relax into him.

Snotlout wasn’t the brightest in the village, but he was fascinating. From his egotistical personality to the rings he wore on his fingers.

He wore a few chunky rings that were silver or black, one of them being a large snake that looked like it wrapped around his knuckle.

The other ones were interesting too, but this one really caught your eye.

What brought you out of your trance was Snotlout lightly smacking his hand on the table in front of you, leaving the black snake ring spinning and slowly coming to a stop.

Your stomach swirls with warmth at his casual approach to the action.

He leaves and you pick up the ring, examining it closely. It had some weight to it and it was definitely handmade, probably from Globber or another blacksmith.

The ring would fit your ring or middle finger, so there’s no harm in wearing it, right?

It fit perfectly.

You examined the way it sat on your middle finger, the way the snake sat right below your knuckle. It made your stomach plummet.

You stood up abruptly, making Fishlegs stop talking about his dragon cards and Astrid look at you funny.

“I’m going to head home. Night.” You say quickly, running off to head home and not bothering to hear what the others say.

It wasn’t storming anymore, just a light sprinkle with thunder here and there. It was chilly but a pleasant walk back.

The more you kept thinking about the gesture the more you wanted to scream. It was such a simple action, so why did it affect you so much?

Two in the morning rolled around. Sleeping wasn’t an option since Snotlout had decided to ruin those plans with giving you his damn ring.

You swirled it around in your hands and stared at the ceiling, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Fuck it.

The next thing you knew was that you were sneaking into Snotlout’s room, uninvited.

You close the window shut and brush off your pajamas, turning around to see Snotlout laying in his bed with his mouth wide open. He was drooling on his pillow. Of course he was.

You walk up to him, your heart beating fast in your chest, and shake him.

“Snotlout,” You whisper once.

Nothing.

“Snotlout, wake up,” You shake him a little harder and he turns, bringing the covers with him. You sigh.

“Snotlout!” You tap his face and pull the sheets off of him.

“Hm?” He hums and jolts awake, expecting his mom or dad to be at the foot of his bed. He rubs his eyes as you cross your arms, just examining him and taking in his room.

His walls were lined with swords and weapons, multiple shields in the corner with burn marks from other practices. Clothes were scattered around on the floor

Snotlout slowly sat up, taking in your presence. You look at him, seeing he had an orange muscle tank on with some type of pants.

Biceps…

Shut up.

You light a candle on his bedside table filled with clutter and place the ring into his lap. He frowns and moves to sit on the edge of the bed to face you.

“What are you doing in my room?” He asks, playing with the ring.

You cross your arms, realizing what you’re wearing. It probably wasn’t smart to sneak into his room in your night wear, right?

“Regifting.”

Snotlout frowned. It was a gift for a reason, he didn’t want it back. “Is it too big for you? I can have it fixed, make it fit.” His groggy voice tells you.

Oh God. Why was he so sweet?

“No- No, it’s not,” You sigh, face turning red. “It fits perfectly, that’s-“

“So you came to my house, at two in the morning?” His voice was rough, flirting with you.

You were definitely red now. “No.”

Snotlout glances you over, taking in your pajamas and sleepy appearance.

“You could’ve dropped the ring and left. You woke me up, wanted me awake.” He stands up, ring still in his hand and takes a step closer to you. He looks you up and down again, “You wanted me to see you, huh?”

“I want to go home and sleep.” You cross your arms as a chill runs down your spine. He was getting more confident by the moment.

“Deflecting.” He steps closer, his face illuminated by the dim yellow light. “I think you want me just as bad as I want you.”

“Do I?”

“You do. The way you’re acting right now is enough.” He smirks, twirling the ring in his rough hands.

Why was it suddenly so hot in his room? And why were you sweating? “I gave your ring back, isn’t that rejection?” You knew he couldn’t stand rejection.

“You’ll take it back.” He states and shrugs, taking one step closer. You were close now, feeling his breath on your skin.

“Will I?” You tease slightly, stumbling back a step or two to try and reject the temptation.

“Yeah.” He held out his hand, snake ring on his middle finger. He wasn’t forcing you. You looked at his hands. Rough, calloused, thick. He noticed you were staring.

You gave in. It’s Snotlout, how could you not?

Your soft hands touched his rugged ones, fingers grazing over his middle finger. You took the ring, your hands lingering for a little too long.

“There you go.” He praises quietly and a moment goes by. “Can I?” He asks, pointing to the ring. He wanted to put it on you.

You didn’t respond, but you looked up at him and left the ring in your palm.

Your eyes didn’t leave one another’s as he found the ring and placed it on your left ring finger. Your stomach was filled with butterflies.

He put it on your ring finger, classic him.

His hands left yours and you put your hand to your side, fiddling with the ring. You couldn’t breathe, move, speak.

“I- I’ll be on my way now.” You say. You don’t move or tear your eyes away from his. Why couldn’t you move? He looks you up and down after a minute.

“You’re trying your best?” He runs a hand through his hair with a smirk. That stupid smirk.

“I hate you.” You lied straight through your teeth, clenching your jaw.

“You hate the way i’m charming, amazing-“

“Add stupid to the list.” You paused, your gut hurting, head spinning. You could cut the tension with a knife. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself. Anything would help-

“Hey, I think i’m pretty smar-“ Him speaking is not something that would help. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to shut him up.

You grabbed the fabric of his soft orange muscle tank and pulled him against you, your lips crashing against his. Your heart was beating out of your chest, hands sweating.

You start to pull back after a few moments, leaving a trail of spit connecting you both.

Suddently, he places a hand on the back of your head, colliding your lips once again. The kiss wasn’t pretty, it was messy if anything. Years of tension in one kiss.

Your hands go around his neck, the cold metal of his ring bringing him back to earth.

He placed his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the wall. You yelped. His parents were still in the house.

The kiss turned needy, hot and fast. Your hands were everywhere, all over him. Your head was spinning even more.

“Knew it,” He smiled against your lips, placing a hand on the side of your cheek. Your nails dug into his bicep and he moaned into your mouth. He fucking moaned.

You pull back, a little shocked. His lips were a soft red, his freckles more prominent in this light, his eyes needy. He wanted you so bad.

“God, I hate you.” You crash your lips back onto his, smiling into the rough kiss.

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.

"Yeah, yeah." You smiled at him and he pulled you into an unexpected side hug. You hugged him back, examining the keychain on his pants. It had his keys, a lego batman figure, and a black rabbit Fuggler, holding a heart. The soft small plushie, that you got him.

"Hey, you're wearing the fuggler I got you. It really does look like you." Your cheeks turning a slight red. You got it for him about a week ago when you were at walmart. It reminded you of him, so obviously you bought it.

"'Course, i'm wearing it. You got it for me." He smiles, signaling for you to get in the car. His words made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blushed more.

You smile and sit in the passenger seat, him closing the door and entering the car as you both buckle up. "So what are the plans for today, Mr. Thames?"

"Well," He glances at his mirrors and places an arm on your seat, looking behind to back up. "It's a surprise. First is brunch though, since I know you just woke up."

You were so nervous. He was basically taking you out on a date. "Yeah, you woke me up." You joke, "Is it obvious I didn't have that much time to get ready?" You ask as you look into the mirror and fix your hair quickly.

He stops at a red light, looking you up and down while smiling, "No, I think you look pretty."

•

You both walk into a place called Beau's Cafe. Mason said that they had pumpkin spice lattes and that they had the best sandwiches in Dallas.

You ordered avocado toast and eggs with a pumpkin spice latte while he ordered a croissant sandwich and crispy potatoes with an iced coffee. You both need caffeine to live..

"That'll be 36.89. Cash or card?" The cashier said. I started to pull out my wallet but Mason had already paid.

"Mason Thames." I turn to him, a smile on his face.

"What my amazing, beautiful, talented best friend?" He said, chuckling. You can't lie, your heart skipped a beat when he said best friend. You wanted to be more than just his friend. His words made you smile as you walked to your table.

"I'm paying next time." You declared.

"Whatever you say," He placed his hands up, surrendering.

You two mostly ate in peace, sharing food and talking about the latest movies coming out, Mason's shenanigans on set, and your hobbies.

He finished his food before you and he went to the bathroom. For some reason he left his nightwing themed wallet on the table. You had such a good idea. You took his wallet and put it in your purse.

You finished your food before he came back and took your drink to go. He came back, smiling when he saw you and took his iced coffee.

"You ready to go to the next place?" He asked, opening the door for you.

You thanked him, wondering about what the next place could be. "Yeah, just thinking about what you could've planned."

"I think you'll like it." He smiled and guided you away from the car, a confused look on your face. "We can walk."

You look around, seeing a huge aquarium, a walmart, and a subway. Wait, an aquarium? You've been talking about going to one for weeks!

"Are you freaking kidding me?" You say excitedly, jumping up and down while hugging Mason. "The aquarium? Oh my gosh-"

"No, we're going to subway." He jokes as you both cross the street. You jokingly push him and he almost trips on the curb, laughing.

You walk into the aquarium, gawking at the size of the tanks. There was a life size shark statue that looked like jaws with a souvenir shop next to it.

Too entranced in the scenery, Mason grabs your hand and guides you to the front desk. "Hi, two tickets please."

He goes to reach for his wallet, panicking slightly before looking at you with that look. You pull out yours, paying for the tickets.

"What? It's my treat." I smiled, taking the tickets. "Shark section first, or?"

You both went to the shark section first and when you got in there, your heart almost stopped. A huge tank filled up the room with sharks swimming about.

This was everything you dreamed of. You hadn’t been to an aquarium since you were young and this was just so much better than you imagined. (And you were here with your cru- best friend.)

You walked up to the tanks and pointed at the sharks, looking back at Mason. You saw him taking pictures of you with a huge smile on his face.

“What’re doing?” You ask, laughing slightly.

He walks up next to you, “Just admiring the scenery.”

You both went all around the aquarium, taking photos and admiring how the creatures went on with their life. You read probably every piece of information written near the tanks and Mason didn’t complain once. He just stared at you with that look and a large smile on his face.

You both went to the souvenir shop and he bought you a shark plushie (after he stole his wallet back), since you loved them so much.

After you were done with the aquarium, it was late, your feet hurt, and you were hungry. You both walked out of the Aquarium, glancing at one another.

“Ice cream?” You both say at the same time. He leads you to a new ice cream shop that just opened and apparently it has funky flavors.

“Oh, you weren’t lying.” You stand, hands in your pockets as you stare at the weird menu. Some of the flavors were just.. ew. They did have butterbeer ice cream, but you just weren’t feeling it. You wanted to try out one of the flavors.

“I’ll have..” You thought, examining the menu again, “pizza ice cream. Just one scoop.”

“I’ll have the ghost pepper.” You glanced at him.

“Mason.” You try to hold in your laugh, “There’s no way.”

“What? I’m good with spice.” He shrugs and pays once again.

Five minutes later, he was coughing outside, groaning, “It’s too spicy, oh my god i’m gonna die-“

You were just trying not to laugh, rubbing his back. “I’m gonna try mine,” You said, taking a cautious bite of yours. The artificial flavor immediately hit and you go to the trash can spitting it out. “Oh god! What the hell-“

You looked around for a place with drinks, spotting Great American Cookies. Only the best dessert place ever.

“Mason, let’s go to the cookie place. They have drinks and we can get some cookies for later.” You offer, throwing both of the horrible ice cream cups away, making a ‘blah’ sound.

“Yea– yea, sounds good, yeah.” He coughs once again. You look at him and his face is red, eyes watering.

“Mace, was it that bad?” You let out a small giggle, wiping a spare tear away as you both walk to the cookie place.

“Yes! Oh god, I swear they had little chunks of ghost pepper in that. If I don’t get a drink soon I think I might die,” He says, ruffling your hair.

“Hey!” You elbow him lightly as you both giggle.

You both head into the place, and order a few cookies with two waters. He wanted diet coke, but that would only make the spice worse.

You both were in the car while listening to high school musical 2 music, his favorite. You both sang, eating cookies and talking about things. Somehow, you both got to the topic of dates.

“Yes! I swear i’m not lying,” You say. You told him that one time you went on a date and the guy told you to pay. Not even splitting the bill, he just expected the woman to pay.

“There’s no way, are people really that dumb? You always pay for the woman.” He shook his head and finished a cookie.

I nodded my head, “What about you? Any weird dates or crushes you have?” You finished the last cookie and took a sip of water.

“No, not really.” He says, going slightly red.

“Come on, there has to be someone you like.” You turn to him. You don’t know why you were doing this, you just wanted to know if he liked you, or someone.

“Yeah, I guess there is someone.” He admits, turning to you. He doesn’t say anything for a bit, Everyday from high school musical two playing.

“Who is it?” You question, whispering. He glances at your lips as you both lean towards one another slightly.

“You.” Everything around you fades as you just focus on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you were sure you were as red as a tomato.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods. He was so nervous, you could tell by him shaking his leg.

“Well, what if I told you I have a crush too.” You smile at him. All the weight was off your shoulders just knowing that he likes you.

“Mhm?” He grins and leans in closer, “Who?”

“You.” You admit, placing your arms around his neck. You both giggle, “Can I kiss you?” He whispers and asks.

“Of course you can.” You both smile into the gentle kiss as he places a hand on your cheek, you tasting a slight flavor of sugar.

He deepens the kiss as his thumb caresses your cheek. You taste a hint of spice and pull back, the flavor surprising you.

“Oh god, you weren’t lying, that shit is spicy.” You cough and he laughs loudly, handing you the water.

“I told you!”

•

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caption: a day with one of the best people ❤️ and YES I got ghost pepper ice cream and it was really bad

comments:

yourusername thanks mace!! loved spending this day with you 🩷

masonthames ❤️ :)

user17 wait.. are they dating OMG

user2 I LOVE THEM I SHIP

user92 I need that plushie so bad I fear

"Hello everybody, my name is 3fs and welcome to escape the backrooms." You started off, staring at the camera with a mischievous grin.

"You probably notice something different, hm.. I wonder what it is.." You say and tap your chin, pretending to think. "It's April fools and i'm officially taking over Max's channel because obviously i'm better than him." You shrug with a smile. "And yes, i'm recording this in his office. No, he does not know i'm recording. Okay, let's go!"

The raw file was two hours of backrooms footage, but you cut it down to about an hour. Most of it was just you running around in the liminal space and trying to figure out where to go.

"THERES SOMETHING BEHIND ME! Wait it's a chair– ooh, and almond water!"

"Max, if you're watching this, i'm so sorry i'm actually ass." You blurt out and then cover your mouth, "Oh gosh, I forgot he doesn't cuss. BRO IM SORRY–"

Then came the hard part. You kept dying to the entity for at least 15 minutes and couldn't get past this part.

"Max!" You yell for him and hide the recording app. "He's gonna help and not even know i'm recording," You turn back to the camera with a grin.

You place the headphones around your neck as the floorboards creek, him opening the door.

"Hm?" He hums as he takes in the sight of you playing on his computer. "Wh- what are you even doing in here, bro," He asks with a laugh.

"Trying to play the backrooms. I was bored and i've been wanting to play this for a while anyways." You explain and turn around in the chair to look at him. "Can you help?"

"That depends. What part?" He steps closer and places a hand on the back of the gaming chair while leaning over. He had no clue you were even recording.

"I've been stuck here for like– twenty minutes or something, and it just keeps killing me and I can't find an exit." You explain and try to do it again, this time with him watching.

"No, no, no, you gotta find a ladder."

"Well, how do I do that genius?"

He rolls his eyes with a smile and places his hand over yours on the mouse. Blush creeps up on your cheeks as you let him guide you.

"You gotta follow the flickering lights," He explains and places his other hand on the keyboard. After a bit of walking, and avoiding the entity, you reach a hole in the wall and a ladder.

"Bingo." The warmth of his hand leaves yours and you look up at him.

"Okay, Leon Kennedy, thanks." You tease and laugh as the game loads to the next stage.

"That was a compliment!" He says as he leaves the room with a smile.

"No it wasn't!" You yell back at him and turn towards the camera, "Bro was clueless that I was recording. Okay, what the heck is this next place?" You chuckle and continue in the game.

The video was a hit. It got thousands of views and did just as good as Max's normal videos. The comments were filled with praise from viewers and they even asked for more of you!

You hear a knock on your door about two hours after you posted the video and open it to Max.

"You actually did it." He says, crossing his arms. You've talked about posting on his channel without him knowing before, but have never actually done it.

"I literally have your password." You respond with a laugh and let him inside your apartment. You both lived near each other and have been friends for a while, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for him to show up unannounced.

"How did you even– when did you even record this?" He thinks as he sits on your couch. "Oh my gosh, was it that day–"

"Yup." You nod and head to the kitchen to grab a snack and some waters, "I was recording that whole time and you were clueless," You explain and sit down next to him as you hand him a granola bar.

He thanks you as he shakes his head, "I'm a frickin' idiot."

"Common knowledge."

"Hey," He bumps your shoulder with a small laugh. "The comments loved you too. I'm starting to think they like you better than me."

"Sorry to break it to you, but they totally do."

As you're both eating your snacks and talking, it goes quiet for a bit longer than usual, and that's how you know he's planning something.

"What are you thinking now?" You question and turn to look at him.

"How'd you even know?"

"You do that thing with your face. Y'know, you like scrunch it up–"

"Okay," He laughs and licks his lips as he gathers his thoughts, "So, what if we switched channels?"

"Hm?"

"You have a youtube, right?" He asks and you nod your head, "Cool, so, we switch channels. I post on yours, you post on mine. Whoever does better within like– let's say three weeks, has to do whatever the other wants."

"Yes. Absolutely yes, that sounds so fun." You immediately agree and think of all the things you can make him do when if you win.

"Okay, hand over the password." He makes a gesture with his hand.

"Oh jeez," You cover your face and start to blush, "You cannot make fun of me. Max, i'm so serious–"

"What! It's just a password,"

"Yeah, a password I made when I was twelve." You explain as Max pulls out his phone to write down your password.

"You haven't changed it once?" He questions and pulls up his notes app.

"No," You shake your head, "Okay, ready? If you laugh i'm deleting your channel."

"Woah! Okay," He chuckles and gets ready to type.

"Spongeman51 with an exclamation mark–" You're cut off with the sound of him laughing hard. He covers his mouth as he quickly writes down your password.

"Your channel is gone by the morning!" You threaten and then stand up to walk away.

"Wait, please bro!" He says between laughs and gets up to follow you.

You both announced that you were switching channels as a challenge to see who can do better over the next three weeks. You two gained a lot of subscribers before even posting the first video, which was great.

The next few weeks you both posted every five to six days, on the same day and at the same time. It was mostly solo videos, but you guys did collab a few times.

You were winning and it was obvious. Your videos on Max's channel was getting more views than usual and more views than Max's videos on your channel.

"Did you see the views I got on the most recent video?" You excitingly exclaim to Max who was on the phone with you.

"Yes.." He sighs, "I'm so gonna lose. You're going to make me go out in public with an embarrassing frickin' costume or something," He shakes his head.

"How do you know that's what i'm going to have you do?" You ask. You had a plan on what you were going to have him do, if and when you won. You didn't know if he would agree, but it would be worth a shot.

The next video you uploaded was a collab, and you were playing Ghost Janitor. Max had just played it with Jacob recently but thought it would be fun if you both gave it a go.

"MAX, MAX, MAX–" You repeatedly scream his name and follow him down the stairs in the game.

"WHAT?"

There was silence for a moment before your character got up real close to him, "Calm as a cucumber." You whisper and then turn around in the game to the ghost launching at you. You scream and jump back in your chair as your headphones fall off your head.

"That took years off my life, oh my gosh," You place a hand over your heart and laugh, mostly because of Max's laugh.

The three weeks were up and you won.

You had a celebration by ordering pizza and eating dessert while watching your favorite movie, cozied up on the couch.

You were thinking about what you wanted Max to do and one thing was on your mind.

Fucking.

Maybe it was just ovulation week, but Max was starting to look really good. You've known him for a while but haven't thought about him this way until recently.

The way his hair rested, the way he was a gentleman, his biceps– especially his biceps.

"Shit, what am I even thinking?" You whisper to yourself and sigh. Maybe this would mess everything up. Or it could make things better.

You hear three knocks on your door before it opens, you seeing Max walk in. Of course he had to walk in at this exact moment.

You gave him a spare key for emergencies, but he doesn't really use it for that. He comes over whenever he wants, to cheer you up, or just hang out with you.

"Wow, look at you. Are you treating yourself for winning and making me look miserable?" He jokes and sits down next to you on the couch.

You cross your legs and look over at him, "You don't look miserable."

"Will I after you tell me what i'm supposed to do?" He questions.

You gulp.

A beat passes and silence falls over the room other than your favorite movie playing in the background at a low volume.

"You okay?" He checks on you and places his arm on the back of the couch.

"Mhm, yeah." You nod your head and sit up. "You have to post an embarrassing story." You make something up on the spot as your cheeks flush red.

"Really? That's it?" He says after a moment. He knows something is wrong, you'd never give him a dare that easy.

"Come on, you can tell me what you actually want me to do. I can take it." He flashes a smile at you. Your breathing picks up as you cross your arms.

You were gonna tell him. You had to.

"I want you to– I want you to fuck me." Your voice is shaky as you blurt it out.

Silence. Absolute silence.

"I– wh– what?" He stutters, completely taken aback by your request. He was expecting, 'Go into a restaurant butt booty naked,' not that.

"I shouldn't have– shit, i'm sorry–" You whisper and make eye contact with him. He was completely red as he still tried to comprehend your words.

"Is that what you want?" He cuts you off. You're silent at this point and raise your eyebrows. "Is it?"

"Yeah," You murmur quietly, nodding your head.

"Then okay." He licks his lips and scoots closer, his cologne infiltrating your senses.

"Max," You say and stop yourself before kissing him, his hand immediately going to your cheek as his thumb rubbed back and forth.

The next few moments were a blur. One moment you were kissing for the first time, the next you were straddling him about to take your shirt off.

You both were breathing heavily as you haven't come back for air in a while, too focused on kissing him.

His hand wanders under your shirt and sits at the top of your waistband. His hands were cold, making you twitch at his touch and also making him smile against your lips.

You pull back with a big breath, a trail of spit connecting you two.

"Your hands are freaking cold," You breathe out and place a hand in his hair.

"It's cause your apartment is sixty five degrees right now." He cheekily smiles and kisses down your jaw to your neck. He was nipping there softly and making small marks as you played with his fluffy hair.

Max looks down for a moment at your pajama pants and pulls away from your neck, his lips swollen.

"Are those my pants I thought I lost?" He laughs and looks at you through his eyelashes.

"I– um, not guilty." You bring him in for another kiss, both smiling into it. You tug on his hair to get a better angle and he whimpers. You can start to feel him get hard under you and you grind your hips slightly, a whimper leaving both of your lips.

"I'm taking those back after this." He says as he pushes your shirt up slightly to place his hands under them.

"No you are not," You respond and he stands up as you yelp. He holds onto you as he takes you both to your room, laying you down on the bed gently.

"Yeah, I am." He gets on top of you, pushing your shirt up even more this time, "Is this okay?" He asks for permission. Even during sex he was the sweetest.

"Yes, Max–" You let out a noise as he places his cold hands under your breasts, just teasing. He had that cocky smirk on his face too.

He pulls your shirt off completely and throws it in a pile on the floor. He takes in the sight of your bare chest and you feel self conscious for a moment.

"You're gorgeous. My pretty girl," He praises and kisses down your chest. You arch your back into his mouth with a heavy breath and place your hand in his hair once again.

"Max," You sigh his name out as he looks up at you while still kissing on your chest.

"Yeah? Just tell me what you want," He whispers and leaves a final kiss at the bottom of your breast before sitting back up.

Your hands wander over his covered chest and look up at him with that look. He almost went insane.

He immediately took his shirt off as it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. You knew he had a sleeper build, but shit.

"Since when did you get so ripped?" You ask and lick your lips as your hand wanders down and down. He didn't have a huge six pack or anything, but it was still obvious he worked out. Ethan was right that he kind of had the visitor build from No I'm Not a Human.

"I'm not ripped," He blushes with a smile as your hand trails down to his happy trail.

"Still, you look handsome." You compliment and spread your legs a little more to let him in.

He leans down to kiss you with a huge smile on his face, his hands wandering to the waistband of your pants.

"Can I take these off?" He asks between kisses.

"Yeah, of course you can." You maneuver to help him remove his your pajama pants. You were now only in your underwear, them being absolutely soaked.

"Frick," He murmurs, still trying to keep his language PG even though the things he was doing right now were R-rated.

His thumb brushes over your covered heat and you let out a whimper, grasping onto his shoulder.

"You're needy today," He says, smearing your wetness around and just teasing you.

"Max, please just– stop teasing," You let out a heavy sigh as he listens and pulls off your panties.

He begins to lay down, about to eat you out when you stop him, "Max– I love that you immediately went to eat me out, but I need you, like now. Next time you can do it, okay?" You explain and cup his cheek.

He gets back up, "Yeah, of course. Anything you want." He kisses your face a few times before removing his pants and boxers. "There's gonna be a next time?" He teases.

"Shut up," You pull him down for a kiss, it turning sloppy quickly. You pull back and reach to your nightstand, opening the top drawer to grab a condom.

"You dirty dog," He jokes, and gasps as you smack his arm playfully. You hand him the condom as you help him put it on. He wasn't huge but probably around six inches and about a normal thickness. He was whimpering and leaking the whole time while putting it on.

"You ready, gorgeous?" He asks and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear as he examines your face.

You nod your head as his hands move to your knees, spreading you wide for him. He pushes in slowly, going at a slow pace before bottoming out with a loud groan.

"Shit," You curse and adjust to his size, holding onto his biceps as your nails dig into him. You wanted to leave marks. You were assuming he wanted too as well as your neck and chest were covered in them.

He started to move once you said you were ready, one hand moving from your knee to your hip with a steady grip.

"Gosh, feel– so good," His mouth drops open for a moment before biting his lip with a groan.

He starts to move faster with a steady pace, making sure you were okay. You moan as your back arches from the pleasure, Max's hand pushing your hips back down.

"You tryin' to run from me?" He cockily states and rubs his thumb back and forth on your knee.

You hum and shake your head as he speeds up and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into you deeper. You both let out a synced moan, staring at each other before kissing sloppily.

Your hand caresses his cheek and you pull back with a moan, your thumb tracing his eyebags and then going to his lips.

Everything stops as he hits that spongey spot inside of you. You let out a loud groan, throwing your head back as your back arches and you clench, hard.

"Jeez," His eyes dart around, not knowing what part of you to look at. "Is that the spot? That feels good?"

"Yes! Fuck–"

"Language, baby," He says, trying out something new as he stares into your watery eyes, speeding up and repeatedly hitting your spot.

"M' sorry," You immediately apologize and your arms fall back onto the bed as you clutch the sheets with a string of moans.

"Max, I'm gonna cum. Please– please let me," You beg with a heavy breath, staring up at him through your eyelashes.

"Yeah, i'm right there with you," He groans as he places kisses on your jaw, going up to your lips. "Go ahead, let go for me, yeah?"

As soon as he said those words, you were gone.

Everything clenched as you let out a loud moan, tugging on his hair as your back arched. Your head threw back onto the soft pillows as you clench around him.

"Shoot, I can't–" He whimpers, letting go as you spasming around him made him completely let go. He spilled into the condom and stayed there inside you for a moment, you two breathing heavily, just skin on skin.

He pulls out of you as you both moan from the loss of warmth, sitting up and disposing of the condom. He kisses you all around your face as you laugh, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.

"Gonna grab you a towel and some water. I'll be right back. Just say there and look pretty for me," He says and gets up from the bed with a smile and disappears into your bathroom.

You can't believe you just had sex with Max, a guy who doesn't even cuss. You can't believe he actually agreed to your dare from winning the challenge.

He comes back into the room with a damp wash cloth and some water in your favorite cup. He kisses your forehead and spreads your legs, cleaning up the mess you both made. You were sensitive, letting out small noises as he cleaned you up.

He picks up the cup of water and takes a sip before handing it to you. You gulp down almost the whole thing before he stops you.

"Hey! Leave some for Mr. Max over here," He takes the cup from your hand and drinks the rest, sitting the empty cup on your nightstand and laying beside you.

"Mr. Max?" You say with a laugh and turn to face him on your side. "Also.. what are we gonna tell the fans I made you do?"

"Frick."

Max immediately volunteered to share rooms with you. He knows you best after all, and it's not like you haven't shared rooms before. And there were separate beds!

As you unpack, Max tries to convince you to let him sleep on the couch or the floor so you can have your own room.

Yeah, that wasn't happening.

"Max Burnett, stop," You let out a giggle as you stop moving the bag of toiletries to the shared bathroom, "We can sleep in the same room. I've known you for years. And i'd much rather sleep in here with you instead of the other boys."

"I– yeah. That makes sense." He nods and struts over to you to help unpack your bathroom items. Max was already done with his things. After all, he was a boy and didn't bring many belongings with him.

"Only condition is I get the bed near the window," You say with a smile and turn towards him.

"Yes. ma'am."

Thunder booms loudly as rain pours down, pounding on the roof. It was now late at night, probably around two in the morning. It randomly had started to rain, slowly turning into a thunderstorm after everyone went to bed.

You absolutely despised thunderstorms.

They were too loud, too random and the thunder jumpscared you often. You couldn't really explain it that much, but you hated them nonetheless.

Max is lying in the bed near you and snoring softly as he faces the other way. You're just curled up in a ball on your side as you grab the covers, jumping as lighting strikes, illuminating the room for a moment.

After a while of just listening to the rain patting on the rooftop, you fall asleep.

In your dream, you're in a dark forest, surrounded by trees and on a mountain. You can feel the rain soaking your pajamas as you walk up the hill, the thunder startling you.

Lightning strikes, illuminating the path in front of you and you see Max at the end of the trail.

You pick up the pace as the storm grows, the wind picking up and blowing your hair all around. The thunder is scaring you and so is the lightning, it striking awfully close to you, but you continue on, for Max.

As soon as you make it to the end, the loudest thunder yet hits, lightning then striking down on top of you and Max, white flooding your vision.

You wake up in a cold sweat, grasping at your heart through your shirt. You immediately glance over at Max safe and sound in his bed.

You sigh and lie back down, rubbing your eyes as you try to calm down. Nightmares and one of your biggest fears combined sucked.

You don't seem to notice Max stirring awake in his bed.

"Hey, you okay over there?" Max says groggily, still waking up as he rubs his eyes. He shifts to face you all curled up.

"Mhm, totally fine–" You're cut off by a loud strike of lighting, you jumping and letting out a yelp at the noise.

"Shoot," Max mutters under his breath. He stands up, wobbling slightly before sitting next to you in your bed.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere baby," He whispers as his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You can hear his heart beating, giving you something else to focus on other than the storm. You ignore him calling you baby for now.

Your arms hold him tightly as you bury your face into the fabric of his shirt. One of his hands tangles into your hair, stroking it softly as his other hand pats a rhythm on your back.

Your hands grip his shirt as another strike of lightning hits. You both lie there together and Max holds onto you, not letting go once.

The storm starts to calm down and you adjust yourself to sit against the headboard, Max's warmth and arms leaving you.

"Thanks.. I– sorry. That was a little embarrassing," You mutter as you pull the blankets over you and Max.

"It wasn't embarrassing. I'm still scared of the dark, y'know." Max says as he grins over at you.

You smile back as you play with the bracelets on your wrist, "Still. Also, how did you know I was scared of thunderstorms?"

"I mean, you were jumping and yelling at the loud noises–"

"I was not screaming!"

"Mhm, and i'm not a youtuber." Max teases and you push his shoulder jokingly as he laughs.

"You told me a few years back that you hated thunderstorms." Max states, blushing as you look over at the man.

"You– you actually remembered that?" You stutter as you turn your body towards Max, completely focused on him now. You couldn't believe he remembered such a small detail about you.

"Of course I did. I remember everything you tell me." His voice softens as his eyes roam your flushed face.

"Yeah? Even the stupid things?" You smile as you instinctively scoot closer to him. The thunder booms once again, but this time you grab Max's hand.

Max immediately holds your hand back, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

"Especially the stupid things." He whispers as his eyes trail down to your lips for a moment and then he nervously glances around the room. He was thinking about something, you could just tell by his scrunched up expression.

"Max," You mutter once with no response from him, "Max." You say again, this time his head shooting back towards you.

"Frick.." He whispers your name, his eyes finding yours as he completely unravels. "I've wanted you for so long. I’ve– i’ve liked you ever since I first met you. I remember– no, treasure everything you tell me, everything."

You're shocked that Max just confessed, but you're also relieved. Max begins to speak again but you cut him off with your lips meeting his, Max letting out a noise.

His grip on your hand tightens, his other hand cupping the side of your face as he leans into the kiss.

After a few moments of making out, you pull back, your lips both swollen and red. Max has a huge grin on his face.

"I had to shut you up somehow." You say and place your hand in his messy brown hair, playing with the soft strands.

"Max," You say, entering his room and placing the plate and water on his desk. "I made some brownies, I thought you'd like some since it's been a little bit since you ate," You explain as Max takes off his headset and clicks escape on his keyboard.

"Shoot, one second," He whispers to his friends as he stays afk in game, turning his full attention to you. His eyes light up at the sight of the brownie, smiling at the sprinkles you added.

"You made these? Awesome," He chuckles and takes a bite of the treat, it being perfectly moist and the flavors combining well together.

"Did you follow a recipe? Frick, these are good," He states, his mouth full of the chocolate treat.

You laugh and cross your arms, "Nope. 100% all me," You tilt your head as he screen flashes red. "Is that.. supposed to happen?" You point at the screen as three people surround Max. You were assuming he was playing 'Peak.'

"I'm having a nice treat break and this is what you guys do while i'm gone?" He asks with a scoff, a small smile on his face as he finishes the brownie on the plate.

"I'm assuming you liked it?"

"No, absolutely hated it." He makes that joke that all dads make at a restaurant when they clear the plate, "I loved it. You should make more of those or just bake more in general. You're pretty frickin' good at that."

"Aww, look at Max! Simping over his roommate instead of playing with us," You hear Ethan say throughout Max's headset. You laugh quietly and scratch the back of your neck, blush creeping up your cheeks and his.

"Bro," He whispers and takes a sip of water.

"You've gotta be shittin' me. Come back or we'll jump you," Eddie states and jumps around in the game.

"Who's we?" Jacob squeals as he falls off the side of the mountain.

"How did you even manage– give me a second guys. I'll be back soon, promise," He stands up from his gaming chair, forgetting to mute his mic, and pulls you into an unexpected hug.

"Hey, you okay?" You question with a worried tone but hug him back tightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his arms cover your whole back.

"Mhm," He hums and pulls back from the hug, his glance lingering for a moment too long on your face. "Thanks for the brownies. If I wash the dishes forever will you make those everyday?"

"Hm, Max actually offering to do the dishes? I might take you up on that." You tease and poke his shoulder lightly.

"Seriously though, thank you for that." His voice drops a bit as his face just slightly softens.

"Anytime. You thinkin' about something?" You question and glance back over to the shenanigans going on in the game. You smile and turn back to Max, him leaning in to kiss you on the cheek quickly.

Your body stiffens and your face is probably as red as Max's hoodie.

"I– frick, sorry–" He apologizes as his arm rubs the back of his neck, looking anywhere other than you. You could hear his friends snickering in his headset.

"Max, Max, it's chill." You giggle and think for a moment. Fuck it.

You also kiss him on the cheek. He's now just as red as you are.

"Now, we're even." You take the plate and leave the water at his desk. "Let me know if you need something, yeah?" You say on your way out.

"Ye– yeah! Of course," He stutters as his makes a small thumbs up. You return the gesture with a smile before closing his door.

He lets out a deep breath he didn't know he was holding before sitting down at his desk. As he places the headset on he's bombarded with questions about what happened from the three of his friends.

He explains the situation, smiling just thinking about the interaction.  

"And she kissed your cheek back? Fuck, maybe Max does have some game." Eddie says as he walks ahead of everyone in the game.

"Max is gonna get a girlfriend before I am," Ethan groans as his blue character turns to face Max.

"You were never going to get a girlfriend, Plenty." Max strikes back.

"Bro!"

A few weeks later, Max asked you out by making a cake of his own (box mix and some packaged frosting he somehow messed up). You didn’t even mind, you just admired the thought of him baking for you because you absolutely love baking. Even if his cake wasn’t perfect.

Baking was your safe space, your comfort. You were always in the kitchen and cooking up something new.

If you finished baking something or had a treat in the fridge, you’d bring it to Max, even if he was recording something.

His viewers looked for you in every video and it kind of became where you’d show up in every video. People even made usernames in the comments such as, ‘bakingfs’ or ‘browniefs’.

“Cake delivery!” You burst into his room, placing the plate with a slice of red velvet cake on his desk before trying to rush out.

“Hey, hey, where’s my baker going?” He turns around to see you turning back towards him.

“I have some brownies in the oven, they might burn if I don’t go check them soon,” You explain and wipe your hands off on your apron.

“One last thing.” He says.

“Mhm?”

“You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You tease as a large smile makes its way onto your face. You close his door and go to check on your brownies, them being a little burnt but ultimately fine. Max absolutely demolished them later at your weekly movie night.

“Max—“ You barge into his room with a plate of sugar cookies.

“Holy crap!” Max screams and jumps back in his chair, pausing the game. He catches his breath for a moment while you’re just laughing your ass off.

You place the plate on his desk and place your hands on his shoulders, patting them. “What game are you playing?” You ask as he sits up and you place your head in the crook of his neck, waving and smiling at the camera for a second.

“Jeez, I– some FNaF fan game,” He whispers and licks his lips as he’s still recovering from the scare. “That was the worst i’ve ever been scared, i’m not even joking.” He laughs and looks over at you.

“I’m glad to have the title now. I can’t believe I scared you more than those horror games you play,” You shake your head, then burying your face in his neck and giving it a small kiss.

Max blushes and grabs one of the cookies you baked and takes a bite. It was perfectly soft but had just the perfect hard edge and the sprinkles giving it a nice crunch.

“Oh my gosh–“ He says with his mouth full as he glances down at the cookie, “How is your baking this good, bro. Number one baker N.A.”

You lift your head up and blush at the praise, “Is it really that good?”

“Yeah, of course it is. Your sweets are always the best.” He compliments and feeds you a bite of the cookie.

“Damn, maybe I am the best baker.” You smile and kiss his cheek before getting ready to leave his room, “I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Can I bake with you later?” He asks, turning around in his chair and looking at you with puppy dog eyes. Last time he baked with you, he started a flour fight with you. There’s still flour on your black shirt you wore that day.

“No flour fights this time, yeah?” You giggle as he rolls his eyes with a small smile.

“Yeah, yeah. No promises.” He sticks his tongue out at you, “Bye, baby,”

“Bye, Maxie.”

He did indeed have a flour fight with you later.