#haven’t studied at all lol

[k-aveh]

Shall I text him ?

I think the thing that will forever haunt me is the fact that the only people who could tolerate me at all are slightly older people who just want to use me. They’re the only ones who could deal with how impossibly exhausting I am, who could put up with me, give me the time of day, be prompt, actually make me feel like I’m not a burden or a hassle…

[hella1975]

in the showing up to the library with an overnight bag part of exam season

[beasts-image]

Happy WIP Wednesday y'all

[thormanick]

The real question is if Neuvillette = surname, does that mean that each and every Melusine is also Neuvillette?

[seoulmatez]

i have been listening to a genshin ost playlist someone put together while i do my homework and it really made me realize just how lovely the music for the game is ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

[shoutyourporpoise]

I guess, for me, I like. I don’t hand-make a personality for each new situation but I am also not very good at the skill of switching up my mode of being as the situation calls for it? Which means I’m a sort of pithy and animated person with my friends and I am also that person with my therapist and when I’m at work and when I’m attending my friend’s parent’s funeral. So in some of those situations I’m the life of the party and in others I come across as flighty at worst and cruelly self-involved at best.

And the result is that while many people are initially drawn to me for being a little flute of champagne, eventually they either dislike me for being Like That all the time or ignore me because they believe me to be all sparkle and no substance. The people that stick around eventually get to the tootsie pop it just takes a fucking while.

To be clear this doesn’t really bother me bc I think over time I’ve 1) learned at least a *little* situational awareness and 2) have self-selected for a friend group that is cool with me being as I am. But the people who confuse ME the most are the people who keep talking about how rip-roaringly hilarious I am when in my mind I am asking something bluntly and without grace.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

When I was in the ER the other day for the second time my nurse had on the funniest pair of crocs. Bright yellow and a really wacky texture. She said she had to liven up the boring grey scrubs somehow 😆 Do you have a favorite pair of shoes for work?

Also saline (I think that's what you give for dehydration) is weirdly cold and the stuff for CT scans (reverse something-or-other?) is weirdly warm. IVs are a party haha

Why are you in the ER so much hon 😭 Keep this up and they’ll start putting you to work lol. I hope that was your last visit!

Our bodies like to keep things roughly around a balmy 37C/98.6F, so room temperature saline does feel quite cold! IV contrast, on the other hand, is just weird, it can either be freezing or scalding.

Here are my work shoes! I like making them colorful because my scrubs are pretty plain. I used to have three pairs of shoes but I wore a hike right through one of them and the others have been missing for months, so I’m stuck with these lol:

[fingertipsmp3]

I feel like I’ve lived through at least a month just in the past 3 days. I checked the date just now and damn near had an out of body experience when I realised Monday was only two days ago

[peapod20001]

I’d fucking LOVE to put the various designs of an oc side by side like I am so not ashamed of how they used to look and I just wanna fucking SHOW people them all the time

[pepprs]

also cringefail double vent posting over things that are not actually that big of a deal once again lol but i am so fucking miserable today in ways i don’t even know how to articulate. i need to move out. i know exactly where i want to live but they raised rent $300 and i can’t afford that but i want to live by myself so badly but my parents are adamant that i can’t bc i can’t drive and im a “diminutive inexperienced young woman” and i want to punch something. i read half of the drivers manual and cried reading it which is fucking stupid bc it s just the drivers manual. but i want to move out so bad. i hate sharing a room with my sister and im not getting the new room anymore bc we don’t have money to finish it up bc my mom is still sick and no one knows what’s wrong with her and she has to get all these tests. i never have a space i can go to that’s just quiet. i don’t want noise. i don’t want to block out noise with more noise. i want QUIET. i don’t want to be afraid to go into rooms or hear noises i don’t want to hear. and i don’t want to be living here for the three extra months it’ll take me to ng et my permit. im just done. i don’t want to live here!!! and things at work suck and are exhausting and draining and so unbearably overwhelming and i feel terribly lonely and disconnected from everyone and small and scared and i don’t have energy to fix any of it or explain what’s going on or ask for help or get a therapist or whatever. and i keep pulling muscles in my neck. and i want to go to sleep!!!!!!

[thefactsofthematter]

i hate dance exam season fr

[brittlebutch]

i can’t stop thinking about this weird little storm chaser AU my brain dreamed up where bill&ted are the POV characters but crucially not the main characters but the problem is that I truly don’t know anything about storms and I worry I’m not smart enough to understand if I do start researching LOL

[lyriumsings]

think i’m gonna make it a point to always participate in wip wednesday just to get into the habit of drawing at least once a week

[fen-the-space-dragon]

Every passing day. My need for therapy grows. Exponentially. Yet every time I try to get it, something gets in the way. Isn’t that funny? Cuz I think that’s so fucking funny. Now my parents are trying to help me get on meds. I wonder what will get in the way of me getting help this time

[fruitlicense]

The cosmology class I took this past spring briefly covered parallel universes/multiverses, and while I’m not gonna share my prof’s lecture slides on tumblr, I am going to summarize the concepts he went over because that shit is fascinating!!!

DISCLAIMER: I just finished a degree in physics, so I have more background in this than the average layperson, but I’m still a student and not an expert by any means. If something in this explanation is wrong, it’s cause I was cross-referencing my class notes instead of citing academic papers. This is for fun, guys. :)

So, there’s four levels of multiverses - basically, four frameworks to think about ways we could have different universes existing in parallel. Reminder: this is THEORY, but it’s based on mathematical logic and our current observations of the Universe, so it’s not cold hard fact but it’s not complete conjecture either.

A Level 1 multiverse hinges on the difference between our observable Universe and our actual full complete Universe. The observable Universe encompasses the limits of what we can see and detect, and it has a hard boundary based on the age of the Universe as a whole. The Big Bang was 13.7 billion years ago, and being a singularity, no information can get to us from “before” it, if “before” the Big Bang is even a thing. Effectively, time in the Universe started from zero 13.7 billion years ago. That’s a finite age, and light has a finite speed that it can travel at (3 x 10^8 m/s), so there’s stuff in the Universe as a whole that isn’t part of our observable Universe because there’s no possible way that light from it could have reached us yet. No information travels faster than light, so anything outside of the horizon of the observable Universe will always be unknown to us in every sense. And this is before accounting for the expansion of the Universe and the fact that as space expands, stuff is going to zoom away and disappear behind that limit even as the limit grows with time. TLDR: we will never see most of the vast infinity of the Universe.

Now, the Universe overall is infinite. I know that makes me referring to it as “complete” very hand-wavey, but whatever. The point is, just over from the boundary of our observable Universe is another observable universe that’s in the same overall Universe as us, but we’ll never see them and they’ll never see us. Think of the Universe like a sheet of cookie dough and each observable universe as a cookie - if you’re making your cookies right, none of them will overlap, but they’re part of the same sheet of dough. If you’re working with a standard baking sheet, none of those cookies will be identical, but think about an infinite sheet of cookie dough. Eventually, in an infinite cookie dough Universe, you’ll run out of ways to uniquely arrange your chocolate chips, and you’ll have two identical cookies separated by many cookies in between. Particles in the Universe are just like chocolate chips in your dough. We only have so many kinds of fundamental particles in the Universe, and there’s an unthinkably large amount of ways they can be arranged, but eventually, statistically, you will get patches of Universe that will never detect each other, but that are identical down to the quark. You’ll have even more patches of Universe that are very nearly identical save for a few particles. So in an infinite Universe with infinite parallel observable universes within it that don’t overlap, there are identical AND near-identical versions of every one of us somewhere out there!

Personally, I think that’s cool as fuck. :)

Since all universes in a Level 1 multiverse are part of the same cookie dough sheet, if you will, they have the same physical constants, laws of physics, dimensions, fundamental particles, etc. If you could go into another universe in a Level 1 multiverse, it wouldn’t have a different law of gravitation or speed of light or anything crazy like that, because it’s just a different piece of the same larger Universe. In a Level 2 multiverse, you don’t have that guarantee that the laws and constants are the same.

Explaining a Level 2 multiverse takes some understanding of our early Universe right after the Big Bang and how it influences some weird shit about the Universe now. Our problems include that we can’t explain why the average temperature of the Universe (and of the Cosmic Microwave Background, which you can look up because it’s too much to go into detail about here) is more or less the same everywhere we look, we can’t explain how that could happen in regions that are too far away to communicate with each other (ex. places on opposite sides of our observable Universe), and we can’t explain why our Universe appears to be exactly flat when it’s had a lot of time for any not-flatness to become very detectable. Except that we can explain all of those problems (and one more that I don’t feel like explaining but you can look up magnetic monopoles if you’re curious) with the theory of inflation. In the very early Universe, if the Universe had an inflationary period where it went from a more “normal” expansion rate to expanding exponentially and then went back to a normal expansion rate, all of those problems would make a lot more sense. Areas that look the same used to be in causal contact, any fluctuations in flatness were smoothed out, etc.

Level 2 multiverse theory asks, “well, why the hell do we assume that inflation works the same in all parts of the Universe?” The universes in a Level 2 multiverse are separated by their different inflationary periods. One might have expanded exponentially for much less time than ours, or for far more. Another might not have been flattened out by the exponential expansion enough to avoid having curvature. Situations like that could lead to very different-looking Universes because fundamental constants like curvature actually determine a lot about the way things work in our Universe. Level 2 multiverses are harder to explain with the cookie dough analogy, but I guess it’s like if you rolled out the dough kind of funky? Each universes of a Level 2 multiverse can also be its own Level 1 multiverse, so the cookie dough metaphor kind of starts to fall apart there. :/

Level 3 multiverses are somehow easier to understand than Level 2 multiverses, which I find lowkey hilarious, but I think it’s because the idea made its way into the pool of general knowledge a little more easily than the ideas of Level 1 and 2 multiverses. You know the concept that every choice you make could split off an alternate universe where you made a different choice than the one you actually did? Level 3 multiverses are based on the quantum mechanical version of that. In the Many Worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, every time a particle makes a “choice” about what state to be in, a parallel universe splits off where it’s in the unchosen state (or parallel universes, if there were more than two options). Quantum particles change state all the time, so that’s a lot of universes! I won’t lie though, I don’t really understand Level 3 multiverse theory beyond what I’ve typed here. How do the parallel universes split off of our Universe? What “space” are they splitting off into? How would we know if we’re in the original Universe or not? Search me, I don’t know.

Speaking of things I don’t know, Level 4 multiverse theory is impossible for me to explain because I don’t understand shit about it. Paraphrasing from my prof’s slides, “if the underpinnings of mathematics change and we have different mathematical structures, we get different fundamental equations of physics.” What does that even mean??? How would that work??? I’m no mathematician, so it may just be a mystery to me forever (or at least until I beef up my understanding of the type of crazy abstract math that people with PhDs in it do, which I don’t anticipate happening anytime soon).

Anyway, this has been the very very basics of multiverse theory with @fruitlicense! Level 1 multiverses are my personal favorites, if anyone was curious. :)

[mv1simp]

Based on darling 🍑 🛒 anon’s request: max x inexperienced best friend!reader who hears him complaining about how hard it is to find a girl who’ll match his freak in bed 😼

Birthday Sex ♥️

Max Verstappen x Best Friend!Reader

don’t need candles or cake, just need your body to make (birthday sex, it’s the best day of the year, girl)

As Max’s best friend since childhood, you know him better than anyone. You’re determined to find the best birthday gift after he’s outdone you the past three years. Just when you’ve given up all hope of beating him you overhear him complaining that none of his recent girlfriends let him hit it just the way he likes. Bingo - you’ve just thought of the perfect gift!

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dom!max, inexperienced best friend!reader who gets railed lol, size kink, anal, creampie, sloppy drunk sex!!, WC 3.3k

You slump your head down on the table and groan, making your best friend Selena quirk as brow at you as she sips her strawberry iced matcha. Across the room, the elderly librarian scowls and points to the sign clearly labelled “University Library - Quiet Zone for Finals Study”. You roll your eyes and drag Selena away to some dusty bookshelf’s well away from the old crone. You still haven’t found a present for Max? Your friend muses as she noisily slurps her drink, eyeing the dubious titles on the ancient books. Shaking your head, you whine about how you’ve spent weeks thinking of what to gift the F1 driver. You and Max have been best friends since childhood, having grown up literally 2 doors down from one another. After getting over the initial boy/girl germs phase, you’d both connected over a like for video games which had turned into a loyal and supportive friendship into teens and adulthood. And of course, you both strongly believed in work hard, play hard, and frequently would be seen doing multiple shots together out in the Monaco clubs after a race weekend or post exam season.

Despite all the time you’d spend together, things had never crossed the line past friendship. It was always heavily speculated in the media, of course, as well as constant teasing from the other paddock members and your friends and family, but both you and Max dismissed it. He treated you like one of his guy friends, inviting you over to game or come onto his private jet with his other mates to fly out for a race weekend. And of course, being good friends with a millionaire driver meant being spoilt, especially on your birthday. Max always picked up on your hints and outdid himself every year. Last birthday you’d had not one but two custom made jewellery sets delivered from Cartier when you’d mentioned them in passing, and the year before that unlimited VIP box seats to your favourite soccer team and access to his private jet to get you there.

So that’s why you’re desperate to find Max the perfect present for his birthday this year. You want to spoil him just like he spoils you! But he’s been busy with his new girlfriend, a Spanish model he met in St Tropez, and you in the final semester of your English Lit degree and you haven’t had a chance to hear what’s he’s been interested in lately.

You’ve thought up countless ideas, but what do you get a man who literally can afford anything he wants? You’ve cycled through all of his likes, finding that he already owns everything you could possibly buy. Your friend Serena is useless as she watches you plead up at the ceiling (dramatic, sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures) asking for any Gods watching above to send you a sign of the right gift. You could always just get him a vibrator, she joked as she slurped her iced coffee. You know, like the one I got you? Have you been using it? Seriously, we need to end this dry spell and get you dicked down- At that point the old crone of a librarian had let out a scandalised gasp as she overheard and kicked the pair of you out.

You’ve almost given up completely and drop by his apartment a few days before his birthday, ready to just directly beg him to tell you what he wants and put you out of your misery. You let yourself in, already familiar with his spare key hiding location for years. And then you stumble across a conversation that’s not meant for your ears as Max’s deep voice carries around the corner. He’s on video chat with one of his mates playing an e-sim racing game, but they’re definitely not talking about racing strategy.

I don’t know mate, why is it so hard these days to find a chick who’ll let you hit it raw? one of his friends complain over the speakers. Your eyes widen, hand rushing up to stifle your gasp as you realise they’re talking about what they like in the bedroom. You and Max had never talked about something like this, and you’re about to turn and leave - when your best friend says something you’d never expected him to say. He snorts, murmuring that sure, getting to finish inside was good but the real challenge was convincing a girl to let you fuck her up the ass.

His friend laughs on the screen, wholeheartedly agreeing, saying Ah, I see even a F1 driver can’t find a girlfriend who’s into that freaky shit, huh? You miss Max’s reply because his cats, Sassy and Jimmy, have started to walk over to you curiously. You hightail it out of his apartment, desperate not to get caught eavesdropping with your blushing face and jumbled thoughts. You only let yourself calm down once you’re in the safety of your much smaller apartment, sinking into your sofa and recounting what you’d heard. You and Max had never ever talked about sex, even though he treated you like his guy friends, that was a line you’d just never crossed. You’d never have guessed he was into something so naughty like not using protection or…what had he said? Up the ass?

You’re not 100% sure on what he means, with your rather…limited sexual experiences. While Max regularly slept with multiple different flings and models, your hook ups could be counted on one hand. You’d lost your virginity, of course, to an awkward college boyfriend that Max had hated and eventually told you to break up with. But apart from a few sloppy handjobs or quick drunk blowjobs, you really hadn’t explored much else. You were jealous of how much more experienced Max was than you, having sometimes overheard him and his latest girlfriend celebrating a race win from a neighbouring hotel room. But it looked like despite all of the girls he’d been with, he wasn’t getting the satisfaction he wanted in bed. And apparently what satisfied the Dutch Lion was fucking girls who let him take the condom off or use their ass to his liking.

Determined to find out more about what exactly Max wanted, you open the private browser of your laptop and type in a porn site you’d looked at a couple times before. You navigate to the tags, scrolling until you see the category you wanted to research. As you wait for the top trending video in the #Anal section to load you bite your lip, suddenly nervous. Why did Max say he wanted that? It sounded dirty and painful and just wrong. Was there something you were missing?

Then the video started playing and within seconds you’d lost any inhibitions you had. Hypnotised, you watch the screen where a small, tan skinned girl is face down and ass up, with a much larger man running his tongue obscenely through her asscheeks. She’s moaning wantonly, clearly enjoying it, and then his sizeable dick is bouncing out against her bum, messily pounding her pussy first, and then - and then-

Your doe eyes widen, fixed on the laptop with a gasp as his tip slides past her pussy and into her other hole, the one you hadn’t even known could fit a guy’s dick inside it! You’re enraptured, not wanting to blink as you watch her asshole get completely ruined. Your lace thong is rapidly soaked by your wetness as you start panting, finding yourself turned on in a way you’d never ever been before. This is what your Maxie liked? It was so hot, you think sluttily, shamelessly slipping your tiny manicured fingers into your panties to finger yourself at the forbidden thought of you and Max acting out the activities in the video. You cum far too quickly, head tossed back in pleasure. Afterwards, you know you should feel embarrassed and guilty, but instead all you can think about is how badly you want to try having sex with your other tight hole.

And you know exactly what to gift your best friend. Max deserves to get exactly what he wants, after all.

Soon you’re watching dirty video after video every night, telling yourself you need to practise the positions and expressions yourself. But really you’re just addicted to the moaning of girls getting their asses abused by huge cocks, or having the coy smirks wiped off their faces and instead rolling their eyes back as their pussies are pumped full of cum. The bullet vibrator Serena had gifted you as a joke now finds itself making its way in between your dripping thighs, as you cum nightly to the fantasy of being able to provide Max with that pleasure. If his latest girlfriend of the month wasn’t willing to put out for him, you certainly had no problem helping your best friend out instead.

You make sure you’re ready by the time his birthday party rolls around, being celebrated in style aboard his yacht that’s docked in Ibiza tonight. You’ve chosen your outfit carefully, a tight red minidress that shows off your plump ass and tits, complete with strappy high heels. It highlights your ample curves, very different from his usual fling’s stick thin figures. And speaking off - you knew that he must have broken it off with his latest girlfriend judging by the fact that she wasn’t here tonight. Your suspicions are confirmed when a mutual friend tells you he dumped her just two days ago, citing a difference in personalities. More like a difference in kinky preferences, you thought deviously. You just needed to confirm that Max was willing to cross the line of no return in your friendship. Judging from the way his gaze had turned dark and hungry when he’d seen you step onto his boat, roaming over your figure, you were pretty confident that you’d be able to proceed in unveiling your gift.

As the party continues well into the night, you join everyone in dancing and drinking, using the tequila shots as an excuse to why you’re suddenly grinding your fat ass back into Max’s crotch amidst the crowded makeshift dancefloor. When you hear Max laugh in delight, strong hands possessively curling around your hips to keep you against him, you know he wanted you, too.

So when the last of the partygoers are heading off the yacht to join the others in the Ibiza clubs, you take Max’s hand in yours to tug him away, back onto the other side of the yacht where you’re well away from anyone’s eyes and facing the night ocean. He willingly goes, checking out your curvy ass from behind, his own face flushed from the drinks he’d had. You’re tipsily giggling that he had to open your present! as you gently push him onto the outdoor couch, plucking your cutely wrapped small gift box and offering it to him. As he opens it, you eagerly sit down by his side, pressing in close to his warm, toned chest with the excuse of its cold, Maxie.

You don’t miss how his gaze drops to your plush tits, which bounce with every movement and show off your hardened nipples as you’d chosen to only wear a skimpy lace bralette underneath. He easily plays along with your excuse, wrapping his thick arm around you to pull you onto his lap and settle against his broad figure. You giggle again when he finally opens the gift box, only to find it…empty? He looks up at you, laughing as he assumed you’d forgotten to pack your present in your drunk antics tonight.

But the plan in your mind is razor sharp as you breathily press kisses to his stubbled cheeks, making his lustful gaze flicker to your lips as the tension between you two grows. You whisper that you hadn’t forgotten, in fact, you’d gotten him the perfect gift, exactly what he’d been complaining to his gaming friends about not being able to find. The present was just inside you, was all!

Max is still adorably confused, not entirely sure what you were referring to as you slide off his lap after pressing a barely there kiss to his lips. He watches you curiously as you press your blushing cheeks into the sofa and stick your thick ass up in the air. Your already tiny minidress slides down your hips, exposing your soaked, lacey thong that barely covered the true surprise - a cute heart shaped butt plug. Max’s jaw drops and for a minute he thinks he must be dreaming, or had gotten super drunk, or this was some sick joke his friends had set him up for. Until you seductively jiggle your hips at him, fat ass bouncing, your sweet voice almost innocently asking if he likes his gift?

Oh, I fucking love it, sweetheart he assures you with a wicked grin, once he realises just what you were giving him. It’s so much better than anything I could have asked for. Your pleased giggle quickly turns into pleased moans as he plays with the toy, teasing you by slowly pulling it out a bit before sliding it back in. He pulls his raging erection out of his pants, telling you to come here and suck me off, getting his cock ready to fuck you. You obediently lick up and down his length, covering it with your messy drool and lip gloss, making sure it’s as wet as possible. His muscular neck is thrown back against the sofa as he moans above you, a strong hand tangled through your curls as he tries to control the pace but can't resist your talented mouth teasing his over sensitive tip. He almost cums from your enthusiasm, hips stuttering and he swears in dutch as he has to forcefully pull on your dark locks to move your plush lips off him. You cheekily grin up at him, winking, asking was that too much for him?

He tosses you around in half a second, making you giggle into the soft pillow as he raises your ass into the air, growling that he’d have done this a long time ago if he knew what a needy slut you secretly were. You shake your hips enticingly at him, ass bouncing, enjoying how his sexy voice got even deeper and accented when he was dirty talking. Swearing at your tempting display, he delivers a strong smack to your cheeks, and then a second one for good measure, before nudging his cockhead up against your dripping slit. He hushes your whines, telling you that he needed to get a taste of your pussy, the one he’d been dreaming about when you’d stay the night after a late movie and rub your ass into his erection in your sleep, edging him for hours. Did you even know how many times he had to go jerk off to the mental image of your ass in the shower?

You moan in pleasure as he fucks you sloppily, whispering about the time he hadn’t been able to resist and pulled your panties down in your sleep, wanting to jerk off to the real thing and leaving his cum all over your caramel skin. Th-that’s soo hot, Maxie you whine, already feeling fucked out of your mind. Go-go on, cum instead me, you say breathlessly. I started the pill just for your present tonight!

Groaning at your naughty confession, he pumps one last, deep thrust before he's tensing above you, a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you still to drain his load deep inside you. He's panting deeply as his head comes to rest on the back of your neck, the two of you enjoying your blissful comedown together for a few minutes. You can’t believe how heated things have gotten tonight after being friends for years. We could have been hooking up this whole time, it was so good Maxiee you whine against his lips as he presses his tongue into your pouting mouth.

Chuckling at your eagerness, he filthily whispers that you could start by giving him the next part of his birthday gift, hmm? You nod breathlessly, unable to say no to your precious Maxie. He palms your juicy asscheeks with his large palms, squeezing at your flesh greedily. Soon enough he’s fingering your tight, winking hole from above you, telling you to hold your asscheeks apart for him as he messily spits right over where he plans to fuck you. Just the tip, right, Maxie? You repeat again, feeling unsettled with not knowing what he was doing behind you, when he stopped to stare at your cute little hole for a few minutes. Your blushing face is still buried into the cushions as your nails dig into your bouncing ass and hold it apart for him. I've never had anything...inside there before, you say, cheeks warming. So you can't stretch it out, okay, I read that it-

Yeah, yeah baby Max says distractedly, hypnotised by your inviting tight hole that is filling him with a growing desire to ruin it every passing second. Whatever you say. Dousing himself in lube from the supply he keeps stashed in between the couch cushions, he approaches you from behind, his erect cock standing stiff as you jiggle your hips. His tip nudges against your back entrance, making you moan excitedly at foreign but tingly feeling. Then he’s thrusting his leaking cockhead in and out of your hole, and you’re babbling incoherently, your face turned to the side as you gasp mouthfuls of air. Oh, it feels sooo good, mmhhh, yes Maxie-

He growls approvingly at your desperate whining, smacking your red asscheeks again and again to make them bounce. Feels amazing, right baby? he hums into your ear, pressing his abs down against your back. The new position makes his cock accidentally slide in just a little more and you arch your back more when the tingly feeling gets stronger as he slips a large hand around to toy with your sensitive clit. You’ll let me put in just a little bit more, right baby? Max whispers huskily, his hungry eyes taking in your drooling, fucked out face. You were in so much bliss he doubts you’d be able to say no to anything he asked for. O-ok, a little bit more- Ohh!

You cry out as he doesn’t hesitate to slip inside you even further. It’s a good thing you can’t see the filthy mess behind you because Max has bullied an easy third of his rigid, veiny shaft inside your gummy walls. He groans against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he praises how good you take his fat cock, better than any of his girlfriends. He knows just what to say to have you seeing stars as he continues to shove more and more of himself into your tight hole. Fuck schat, giving me the best birthday treat ever, I’m gonna be addicted.

You’re on Cloud 9-, pink tongue poking out of your mouth and drooling all over the cushion, pretty doe eyes rolled all the way back as Max pounds into your all too willing body. You can barely reply coherently when he croons that he’s just gonna slide a bit more in, that’s right, just like that, you can take it for him, right?

His whole cock is buried inside your ass now, beads of sweat running own his toned abs. And soon you’re screaming his name as he greedily fucks you, grunting with pleasure at each thrust. You can only cross your fingers and hope none of your friends come back from the club early.

—————————————————————————

A/N: back to my old FILTHY ways after writing a 9.5K mafia fic just to give u all whiplash will finally be posting part 2 of earned it v soon with dedicated hot husband max hehehe 😝