Full Bug Maxime Le Mal x Reader -
no genitals, orgasm w/o cum, Maxime receiving only
No Valentina / assumed no or failed relationship w her, but no real mention!
Roughly 4k words!
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There was something about you that made Maxime Le Mal rather..shy. Or perhaps it was that the prospect of all your flirting back and forth with each other had actually developed into something more. Something that excited him and made him anxious at the same time. Something..he’d been longing for. Pining for, even. He’d grown very, very smitten with you as you both lounged on your couch, wine in hand. He loved the way you laughed, light and airy. That you weren’t afraid to sass him and crack jokes. He adored the way you looked at him with such interest and joy shining in your eyes. And, although he was almost scared to admit it for the moment, he felt electrified with excitement each time you reached out to touch him among your gestures while you spoke. Whether you jostled his side in playful jest or pat him on the back…to when you touched him on the knee while you spoke to him, eyes locked on each other’s. He’d grown..conflicted about his coat. Longing to take it off, to be that much closer to you. And afraid. Afraid of what you would say or do..but he was about to be surprised by your boldness.
“Can I see?” You asked with such an innocent look and tone to your voice it snapped him out of his thoughts, and for a minute he wasn’t sure what you were talking about - had he zoned out of the conversation and lost track of it that badly? “Uh..heh heh…You mean me in all my glory, mon amie?" Maxime spread his arms out slightly and gestured to himself with a smug, confident expression as he tried to joke and tease his way back into the conversation you were having. Which…was swiftly wiped off his face and just as swiftly replaced by pure fluster and surprise when you simply exclaimed: “Yes!”. He dropped his hands back to his lap and chuckled awkwardly again, feeling the heat rise to his skin. “You are already viewing it, no?” He broke out into another grin, another swift recovery as he framed his face in a V with his thumb and index finger and grinned at you. He felt his heart quicken its step in his chest at the prospect of just what you were asking of him. You seemed to find his reactions amusing at least as your face squinted with your smile, almost laughing at his antics.
“How about…a trade?” You suggested mischievously, a certain sparkle in your eye. This seemed to recapture his attention once more, but before he could ask what the deal was..You moved in, capturing his face gently with your palm and guiding him into your lips. You had been toying with the man softly all evening, watching the effect you hand on him, and now you wanted more. In his surprise his antennae sprang out from their hiding place among his hair style, stiffening before twitching wildly with his emotions. Your kiss was electric, going straight to his core as blush filled his cheeks. This was happening. You were kissing him! You! As soon as he was over the initial shock, Maxime melted into your body and kissed you back. Raising his own hand he cupped your cheek in turn and pressed slightly more feverish kisses into your sweet lips. He hummed soft moans of appreciation and leant in briefly even as you pulled away. “Mon dieu..zhat was….amazing..” He breathed softly, searching your face for your own emotions, and seeing nothing but a pleased and flirtatious look on your face that only entranced him further.
You cast your gaze upward briefly at his twitching antennae.. “A-are..you are sure - You..?....” Maxime trailed off, blush dusting his cheeks as he noticed you paying such close attention to him. Fair was fair and for a kiss like that he’d give you anything, but..he wanted to be sure you were serious. You needn’t reply verbally, your hand reaching out to brush over his delicate antennae to bestow your affection there. “A-ah, c-careful- zhey are…very..eh-…s-sensitive..” He tried to hold your gaze for a moment, in hopes that you would understand his meaning, before glancing away shyly. Curling his fingers in his lap he choked down a small groan of arousal as you played with his antennae. Maxime leaned more into your touch briefly before growing the courage to take more of what he wanted, your sweet and soft lips on his. He brushed your cheek tenderly with his thumb, languidly making out with you for as long as you would allow him to indulge.
Cupping his hand on your cheek you wrapped your fingers around his to lift his hand away, catching his attention. You settled his hand at your hip, Maxime's eyes frantically searching yours for any inclination as to what was going to happen next. “Please?.. Let me?..” You asked, your hands moving to the gemstone buttons of his coat. “Ma chérie…w-wait..” Maxime stopped you softly, his hesitance obvious on his face as he looked at you with worry. “What’s wrong my sweet?” You asked, ever sweeter by the second to him. He pulled away from you softly with a small sigh, embarrassment growing as he waved a hand around slightly and turned to hide his face in it briefly in frustration. “Je ne sais pas..” he moved his glasses up to rub at the bridge of his nose. “..Maxime?” your gentle voice called to him like an angel yet his shoulders sagged. “I am…afraid..” he mumbled into his coat collar as he hunkered down. His blush deepened as you sat in silence, waiting for him to continue. “Zhat..you….you won’t like it…won’t like..me.." He glanced away again, not able to look you in the face.
You watched as his antennae drooped down expressively, tilting your head at him slightly as a small worry pinched your brow a little tighter. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before..?” You suggested truthfully, thinking back to his grand reveal some time ago. Maxime crossed his arms to the suggestion the two times were equal in any regard. “Ceci est différent-…what we are doing is….is..” Intimate. The tips of his ears burned red at the thought of where this was going..even if it was something he craved. “Yes..and that’s what I want. To see you. To admire you….To touch and hold you..” You trailed off lightly, reaching out to smooth over his antennae and hair, watching as he shivered under your touch. Maxime couldn’t help but look at you now, drawn in by your words though his face was flushed so red you could almost feel the heat radiating off him. He didn’t realise he was holding his breath, waiting to see where your words and touch would go, what part of him they’d strike pleasantly next. “To love you..” You smirked, unable to help it as you leant in to press another kiss to his lips. Maxime practically pounced you, a small joyous huff of a laugh leaving him as he adorned your face and lip with as many kisses as he could muster. He was still anxious about..well..a lot of it..but you were just so sweet. So perfect. So loving. And it was all directed his way, bolstering his confidence.
“Ne joue pas avec moi…I beg..” Maxime held your face in his hands, looking into your eyes for the truth behind your words..his own full of hope and fragility. “Let me love you..” You almost pleaded with him to let you in, let you closer to him, wrapping your arms around as much of his thick coat as you could to give the man a hug. With a small whimper somewhere between overflowing adoration and gratitude - and the worry of what would happen when you finally saw. But he dropped his forehead to yours, taking an unsteady breath in, begging you in return “...Please.. Be gentle with me, ma chérie..” If your reaction was bad..well, he hoped you would spare him the worst of it. You nuzzled into his cheek cutely as he sat back again, eyes flicking over you anxiously and antennae twitching.
Taking Maxime’s gloved hand in your own you gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling him return the action. He followed your lead as you stood up and turned towards him and let go, his hands raising to fiddle with each other nervously. His heart was racing and as he went to undo the top gem, he found your hands already there, removing the fabric from around the gemstone. So he stood anxiously like a statue, fidgeting at his sides. Torn between looking away and watching you cautiously for your immediate reaction, knowing it would be the most honest one. You helped him out of his coat, walking around him to free up his arms, able to get a good look at him as you did so. He merely stood there: clasping his hands together as the second set rasped over each other with his swirling anxiety, tucked tight to his body out of the way.
He tried on his slightly false bravado once more “Well…w’at do you think, huh? I am…magnifique.. y-yes?” He gestured at himself with his hands, the other more insectoid limbs spreading out slightly in gesture with the others to show himself off. But his expression read nothing but panic. He slicked his hand through his hair again, antennae popping back forward after the motion. You laid his coat on the back of the couch out of the way for him and returned to his front to stand before him. Maxime cleared his throat, eyes dancing between you and the floor, previous bravado waning away again. “So…” he swallowed thickly “I- I understand..if..you could never-” his shoulders slumped a little further, unsure if he wanted to finish his sentence..or even if he could. You shushed him softly, boldly reaching out to his raptorial claws, the ends sharp like a sickle and spiked - his immediate reaction was to flinch slightly and pull away just a tad, but also watch you like a hawk in surprise at your willingness.
“You are magnificent.” You agreed with his earlier words, raising one to kiss it. Maxime seemed too stunned and flustered to say anything; at least until you tried to draw his insect arms around your body, your actions turning him pink in the face again. “C-Careful..zhey are sharp..” He swallowed as he warned you again, not wanting to injure you..but he also couldn’t help but relish the closeness as you drew them together. You could feel the flex of his arms tightening slightly to pull you just a little closer..and you responded by putting your arms around his neck. Maxime was quick to press his face into you, his more human arms coming up to join the others and cradle you in a hug as you held each other. “You…y-you are not…not disgusted..or…or repulsed-..?” You could feel the light tremble that came with his words as he grew emotional over your actions.”Of course not! I think you’re wonderful! This is amazing. - Besides” you pat his insect arms that were still around your waist. “It’s you. That’s what I care about most.”.
Maxime let out a gentle sob as you voiced your acceptance, his hands now cradling the back of your head through fistfuls of your hair. “J-je ne peux p-pas croire..” he mumbled little half finished phrases into your shoulder, his antennae tickling you a little as his body hiccupped with his emotions. Thankfully he didn’t seem to be crying too hard, you weren’t looking to bring down the mood - and truthfully, he was just overjoyed! “I’m attracted to the fact that it’s you. How you react when I touch you. When I kiss you.” You further informed. True it was hard to be..sexually attracted to a cockroach..but the fact that it was Maxime is what made it so alluring. Your attraction was beyond physical, but you clearly had no problem showing love to those parts of him. Evident in how your hands slipped under his wings to run up the sensitive part of his back. Maxime hummed softly before sniffing, a different kind of tremble rattling him for a moment as he leant back slightly. He took the moment to lift his glasses and wipe at his face. “L..Love me..please?” He pleaded with you softly to show him more of your affection.
You were all too happy to oblige, already in the midst of doing so. You turned your affections back to his face, peppering him with little kisses until you reached his lips to make out once more. He was quick to lose himself in your love, humming softly as he pressed eagerly into your lips, slipping tongues into each other’s mouths. Knowing that you were okay with his body only stoked the fire in his body more - desperate to keep contact with you until your lips grew sore. Taking a break you kissed along his jaw and down his neck, biting softly at his flesh caused his grip to sandwich you closer to him as he let out a grunt of approval. His breathing quickened as you sucked a mark there, claiming him for yourself. Feeling himself go weak in the knees he almost buckled under your love.
You laughed softly at him, Maxime giving you a wobbly awkward smile in return as he tried to sort out his composure, running a hand through his hair and exhaling a long breath. “Come on” You took his clawed arm in your hand, gently tugging him towards the bedroom - Maxime almost stumbling his way after you eagerly. He couldn’t believe this was really happening! You had so much love for him and..he couldn’t wait to feel all of it. You hummed thoughtfully as you entered the room and cleared your bed of decorative pillows “Are..you okay with being on your back..? Or ..is that uncomfortable?” You asked him curiously, most bugs didn’t like being the wrong side up and you were concerned he’d be bothered by it with his wings and all. Maxime gave you the most adoring look in return for your concern “It is no problem ma cherie, w’atever is best for you, is good with Maxime!” he waved you towards the bed with a flick of his fingers. You sat yourself on the bed and gave it a pat, gesturing for him to join you, Maxime moving to lay down with your guidance.
He swallowed nervously as you straddled him, settling yourself on his abdomen as he placed his hands on his chest, the other set going lax onto the bed out of the way. “..Is zhis okay?” He asked tentatively, “You are comfortable?”. He received your happy nod in response “Are you?” you asked in return, gaining back a “Oui”. Maxime was about to hesitantly ask how you’d like to proceed but, it seemed you had that handled as you moved in to resume where you left off earlier. With you bending to reach down to his lips and him eagerly propping himself up with a claw to get closer, his hands moving to your waist as your tongues slipped into each others mouths. Your deep and loving kisses had him almost breathless as you pulled away, spreading them slowly down his chitinous body until you couldn’t bend to reach any further. He squirmed a little under your kisses, little exclamations leaving his lips as you applied your soft affections down his chest. He watched you with eager eyes for your next move, as you refocused your attention on his antennae. Caressing over them and his hair he let out a blissful sigh, the sensory appendages flicking back up to touch at your hands for more contact. Maxime closed his eyes with a pleased hum that derailed into a shaky moan of pleasure as you captured one between your fingers and ran down the length of it.
You continued to focus there as it seemed to make him the most vocal, pulling moan after moan out of him as they alternated between whiny and deeper, but always so very needy sounding. Soft little pleads began to leave his lips for more as you twirled one around your finger, gently pulling. Maxime’s hands were occupied with your hips, kneading into them harshly as his grunt filtered out into a long moan. His hips pressed up into your body, jostling you slightly as he tried to rub against you. His little thrusts drew your attention downwards, but your hands leaving his antennae caused a pitiful whine to leave him, silenced quickly by you kissing him. You pressed your hands into his body, trailing downwards again, this time shifting yourself down his legs to reach his lower abdomen where his body stopped. A thoughtful hum rumbled in your chest. Maxime panting softly squirmed a little more with his pleasure as it ebbed away, before propping himself up to look at you, his face flushed. “Please..please..” he whined, eyebrows knitting together “Don’t stop now.. I am so close..to…to..” he dropped his head back briefly with a huff, hands running down your thighs. “W-well..how should I..?” You started and after a moment Maxime propped himself up again at your obvious hesitation.
He glanced away bashfully for a moment. “I-...eh… don’t ‘ave..” he gestured below slightly and cleared his throat. “Everything is..internal…so..c'est gênant, je sais..” he worried at the fabric of the bedsheets with his fingers. “But can you still…cum?” you asked, face hot with the topic despite your actions. Maxime made a non-committal sound “C'est embarrassant…N-no but I can still have an org- o-oh -! Merde-!”. You didn’t wait for Maxime to finish his sentence, that was all you needed to know as you tugged on his antennae, his body shaking under you with the sudden burst of arousal that shot through him. He gasped a little for air as his body relaxed again “I-I’ve not fffff-ugh- f-felt zhis good in..so long..you drive me wild. Touche-moi, je t'en supplie! -’ere- ‘ere, touch me, please!-”. Maxime took your hands and pressed them at the section of his body between his legs, and curiously you obliged him. Pressing down with your fingers and thumbs, massaging the softer underside of his body. He fist at the sheets, scrunching them up in his hands as his raptorial claws dug into the bed, writhing under your touch as you stimulated him. “‘Arder, mon amour, I-I can take much, much more-” he begged for you to be firmer with your touches, so you pressed harder into him as you massaged the area. Maxime responded by pressing his hips up into your hands, his panting interrupted only by his deep moans of approval.
“Swap with me..?” you asked of him, Maxime needing a second to get his thoughts together through his hazy thoughts that were scrambled by pleasure. “Huh? Oh- bien sûr..” He sat himself up, you shuffling back to give him some space - but Maxime was quick to capture your face with his hand and press his lips into yours to kiss again. You hummed sweetly, Maxime wrapping you up in his arms and moving around you - gently letting you fall against the plush bed so that he could settle above you. Putting his claws out he used them to steady himself as he laid on top of you, careful not to squish you with too much weight for now. His hands moved to your face, holding you there so that he could slip his tongue into your mouth again. The pair of you taking a moment to once again make out.
Maxime’s hips shifted against yours, gently grinding into you as his breathing picked up again. You took the opportunity to reach up to his dangling antennae and ensnare them in your loving grasp once more, winding them over your fingers. You laughed softly when one slipped loose and caressed your cheek, Maxime letting out a little huff of enjoyment himself as you reacted so positively to his body. He relaxed into you for a moment, nuzzling into your neck until you cupped his antennae to your cheek - turning your face you pressed a kiss to it that made Maxime buckle. “O-oh! Ohh..” He moaned breathily into your neck, his body shuddering on top of you as he curled in on you both.
Sticking out your tongue you wrapped around it, hot and wet and drew it through your mouth, Maxime only about to get out a tense whine on top of you as his hands balled up the sheets again. His wings twitched behind his back, fluttering and making a light buzzing as his body rest on the edge of an impending orgasm. You giggled softly again, releasing his antennae “You’re so cute! I love you” you cooed to him, enjoying the way his body responded to your love. Maxime looked at you with the most lovestruck expression possible “I love you too..so much...” he breathed, your words pushing him closer still. Hooking a leg around him you pressed his body into yours, lifting your hips to rut against him as he let out a little grunt of surprise. He responded quickly, wings fluttering as he pressed rocked his body into yours once more “Ohhh fuck..oh fuck..” he moaned again, unable to keep himself held up anymore he collapsed into your body.
“C-close - I am so close mon amour..” he whined into another deep moan, his eyes almost crossing in bliss as you tugged slowly on his antennae again from base to tip. Maxime choked out a noise as his hips stuttered, you took his chin between your thumb and forefinger and pressed your lips firmly into his. Fingers wrapping tight around his antennae you pulled firmly, his cry muffled by your mouth. His movements became sharp and sloppy against you as he reached his peak, his moan deep and guttural as his muscles locked up into a tremble. You still moved against him helping ease out his pleasure, your kisses directed to his cheek as you unwound your fingers from him to run them through his hair. He whined another moan into your neck, collapsing fully he squished you under him. His limbs stretched out as all he could do was simply heave for breath after the exertion of his orgasm. You ran one of your hands through his hair, eliciting little shivers out of him - your other hand reaching to hold one of his hands and entwine your fingers. Maxime nuzzled into your neck with a hum, still getting used to the tingling and relaxed feeling that was flowing through his body, slowly beginning to kiss you there in appreciation. His kisses tickled as you snuggled him back, giving a gentle squeeze to his hand that was returned. He fluttered his wings back into place neatly and let out a long, pleased sigh.
“Stay with me..? Forever.. Let me be yours..” Maxime managed to prop himself up enough to gaze into your eyes, longing and desperate for your commitment “Tu m'aimes..as I am..like zhis..I ‘ave never felt more alive. More cherished..”. Cupping his face you brushed your thumbs over his cheeks, Maxime tilting his head into your touch more, his antennae sagging and relaxed in front of his face. “I’ll love you with all my heart, Maxime” you promised with a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners with your delight. He let out a short, happy laugh and flopped into you once more, head nestled under your chin as you settled down for a comfortable night together. “...Let me recover, s'il te plaît..then..I return the favour..heh” He chuckled with a smirk, promising you the night of your life next.
Notes: I felt genuinely bad for making you guys wait for so long and even though it's not finished I thought I'd share what I have so far to make it up to you guys! And if enough people enjoy it, hopefully I'll get the motivation to keep writing. ENJOY!!
You broke Maxime out of prison.
At first, you didn't think he'd appreciate it. Maxime had great pride and the last thing wanted was to damage his fragile ego. You thought , hey maybe he would plan his own escape, or dispatch one of his little cockroach minions to uncover an exit route. You thought of every possible scenario and yet, 2 weeks. Not a peep from the news station heralding Maxime Le Mal's triumphant escape.
Admittedly, you began to feel lonely. Every mission embarked upon by him involved being unwillingly dragged along, a series of protracted ordeals. And the constant complaints and obsession with getting revenge on Gru became annoying. Honestly, this role seemed more to that of a counselor than a mere sidekick.
And yet, here you are, frantically running away from guards, gripping tightly onto Maxime's spiked bicep as he struggles to keep up.
“Aha! Took you long enough! Eh!.” Maxime adjusts his tilting glasses. “Do you know how bad prison food tastes!!” Maxime wrenches his arm free from your grasp to sulk, it slows him down.
You groan loudly.
“Listen! you can complain all you want when we get out of here, right now, just keep running!”
Maxime lets out a girlish yelp when a guard swings their baton, narrowly missing his shelled abdomen. You lean over to roughly pull him in front of you. “Go! Go!”
You both run and run but eventually the physicality of pushing Maxime along and urging him forward begins to slow ‘you’ down. It's obvious he doesn't do a lot of cardio.
One of the guards manages to get close enough to take aim and fire a tranquilizer dart, hitting your leg. The sharp sting of the dart sends a shock of pain through your body, causing you to cry out as you stumble and collapse to the ground.
“Ow!!”
The effect of the tranquilizer is immediate. You struggle to stand and when you do, you can hardly run as your leg is practically dragging. You call out to him.
Maxime does a comedic double take, his eyes widen and for a second you think he's going to leave you when you see a glimpse of fear in his eyes.
Your vision suddenly becomes blurred, making it hard to focus on him. The world around, distorted and hazy. Even the smallest movement is a huge feat, as the tranquilizer's effects intensify, causing everything to appear as if it is swaying and shifting before your very eyes. You fall down.
Hard.
A second goes by and you hear the herd of guards coming up behind you. “Haha! We got his sidekick, I'm not getting fired today!”
You feel a hand grip your shoulder to roughly spin you around on your back, you groan. “Jail time for you, villain.”
Although you can't see anything, a sudden gust of wind and rhythmic whirring sound comes from above you. It causes sand and grime to fly everywhere, you can only imagine the guards as they cover their faces to protect themselves from the onslaught of debris.
“ Oh ho ho, I don't z'ink soo.” Maxime lands right above you, with his legs spread on either side of your torso. Weirdo.
His wings flap and flutter behind him strong enough to sweep away any lingering particles of sand from your face and upper body. Your body decides it's time to sleep right at that moment.
He jerks himself forward to slice the cuffs that were in the guard's hand in two, and lifts a leg to deliver a powerful blow to the guard which causes them to tumble backwards into the other guards behind them like bowling pins.
Maxime laughs maniacally as he backs up to lift you from your underarms. “Au revoir pour toujours, you Nincompoops! AAH HAAHAA!!
Maxime takes to the skies in one swift jump.
—-
You wake up high in the air.
You scream and thrash frantically. Fear and surprise obscure the sensation of the dull pain in your underarms and the pair of razor sharp insect forelegs on either side of your head.
“Ah! Will you calm down already?!” You hear Maximes voice above you. With a resigned sigh, you glance up to meet his gaze, your faces just inches apart in comical closeness.
“I could literally drop you right now! What good would you be to me dead, 'eh?” Maxime bounces you up and down, it doesn't do anything but mush your noses together more.
As he shifts his grip from your armpits to a more secure hold around your torso, you're struck by the ease with which he manipulates your weight. He boasts and brags about his transformation but you don't see much of his powers other than flying.
You feel a sensation of weightlessness as he leans forward, almost resembling a makeshift jetpack. The absurdity of it all nudges at the corners of your mind, you want to giggle. But you don't. Not until you hear it.
“Only a few more minutes until we arrive at our secret base, and z'en, I continue my evil revenge plan!!” His mouth is insanely close to your ear.
“__”
Maxime clears his throat. “I 'ope you've been cleaning the place, I know 'ow messy you can be.”
You humph.
Maxime groans and casually turns you around. “Alright, what is it? Is it the 'eight, you are a big girl, no? Deal with it.”
You humph and whip your head to the side.
The cockroach man grimaces. “i cannot ris-”
Fragile ego be damned.
“A simple thank you would be nice!” you yell suddenly. “I risked my neck to help you and I almost got caught.” You forcefully try to turn yourself around and Maxime struggles to keep you from falling but he doesn't let you turn.
“I saved you, admit it.” Your eyes narrow.
Maximes scoffs as he lifts a foreleg on his chest in full offense.”Saved me!? Ridicule! You simply distracted the guards long enough so I could escape! Z'ere was no saving.”
“So, ‘we’ could escape.” You huff.
“Yes yes, same difference.”
“Just say it.”
Maxime frowns deeply. “i better have a nice cup of tea waiting for me at the base, carrying you around is not so eazy, you should be the one z'an- “
He's deflecting.
You shake your head and grab one of his antennas, he immediately goes rigid. “It's so easy! I'll even say it in a language you can understand.” You purse your lips dramatically. “Mmm-eee-rrrrr–cccc-”
“Stop z'at! You're not even saying it correctly.” Maxime slaps away your hand with a twitch of his eye. His forelegs threaten your delicate skin as they poke and prod at you. “You are my sidekick, it is practically your duty to serve me, z'at's all! A service.”
You gasp. The nerve of this guy.
There's no orange shirt or puffy green jacket to grasp so you settle on gripping his shoulders. “Duty? You're the one with the super-strength and the ability to fly! I was the one dodging, tasers, freaking laser beams and hacking security systems!”
You hadn't noticed until now that he'd stopped moving and you're both offered a view of a moonlit cityscape. Maxime doesn't seem to care as he stares at you for a few seconds before sighing, his arms drop, and you go down with them as your nose practically smacks his crotch. “Alright, alright” he lifts you back up with a cocky smile.
“I confess. You were amazing, You are my 'ero. You are a champion of good. Aaauhh..… Cockroach-Man-Liberator!" He throws his head back in laughter.
“You're the worst.” You drop your head onto the crook of his neck in defeat. Maxime raises his eyebrows with a smirk and continues to fly until you're both back at the manhole entrance to the base.
After climbing down the latter and turning a few corners, You both enter the base where you've been cooped up plotting the escape plan
it's a chaotic mess of your notes, maps, and photographs strewn about. As well as the numerous monitors displaying live feeds from the prison's security system, you can see the guards moving about in the prison but you pay them no mind as you hurriedly attempt to gather and throw away your papers before he-
With a sly grin, Maxime zooms past you with a flutter of his wings to snatch a document outlining the escape plan. “Oh ho ho ho! All of this just for moi? How sweet.” Maxime coos. You gasp.
“Don't Look at that!
You race to clear the remaining mess while Maxime playfully taunts you with each snatch of a paper. Thankfully, his little helpers happen to arrive right on time and Maxime drops your pages. “My army!”
It gives you time to tidy up the clutter. (Though it's a bit challenging as you avoid stepping on his creepy crawly friends)
But eventually they're are sent back out for whatever reason. Maxime snatches the very last paper from your hand with a sigh. “Ahhh, you missed me didn't you?”
“what?” you exclaim with a chuckled breath. “Don't flatter yourself Maxime, the only reason I helped you out was because I know how mean they can be in prisons, alright?” you roll your eyes as you try to snatch the paper back. “I felt bad for you.”
Maxime leans in with a smirk.” And yet, 'ere I am, back with you. Surely, z'at must 'ave caused a flutter in your heart, 'no?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Are you absolutely positive?”
“id ruin my reputation if I failed, it needed to be perfect.”
You argue with an okay hand gesture.
Maxime raises all his arms in defense, his hair bouncing as he pretends to look left and right in mock hurt. "Oh? So, it's not z'hat you missed me at all? Just concerned about your future in villainy, Oui?"
“I'll fake cry if it'll make you feel better? But I'm not throwing you a welcome home party, Maxime.”
“But I can see it in your eyes. A little spark of joy when you broke me out. Admit it, you missed me!”
Oh, How the tables have turned.
You groaned dramatically.
“I didn't want to deal with the fallout from your absence, okay? Which by the way, wasn't my fault you got caught, so you need to deal with it.”
Maxime laughs and pats your back. “Y'know, you are not so different from a cockroach, mon chéri, 'ard on the outside and soft in the middle.” Maxime thumbs at the center of your chest.
He called you a cockroach.
“I promise to leave it be, if you just say, ‘Maxime, I missed you'!”
“Promise.” You deadpan.
“Je promets.”
You sigh. “Maxime.
He nods rabidly.
“I missed you.”
Maxime hops and claps his gloved hands together. “Aha! I knew it! You cannot 'ide your true feelings from me!” Maxime nudges your ribs with his elbow and jestingly raises his eyebrows.
“You're insufferable!” you grind your teeth together.
“Insufferably charming, you mean!” Maxime slicks back his hair with lovesick sigh. Antennas rebounding up like a spring.
“Ohhh, you are too sweet to me! What will I do with such affection? 'eh?” Maximes wings buzz in delight when he takes notice of your flushed face. "Oh, but look at z'ose cheeks!" Maxime reaches out to squeeze them, his fingers brushing against your skin with a not so gentle touch but with not an ounce of malice. "You’re as red as a ripe tomato! I don't blame you, 'ow could one not miss a man such as myself."
Maxime gently pats your cheeks and releases them, prompting you to raise your hands to soothe them. He then leans back and crosses his arms before humming. "I will admit something z''ough."
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