That 3fs granny clip but it's Sam and Dan's hideous ass posture (I think it's pretty visible that his posture wasn't one of the best before JUST IMAGINE how worse it got as a cursed)
— so you take requests huh 👀👀👀👀👀👀 write max x reader where reader takes over his video as a joke and then when the video is published, the viewers eat it up and say that its better with you on the channel as a joke ofcoursez so lowkey now you compete with max who would do better on each others channels in a span of a weekz but lowkey max boosts your channel more while his channel was slightly loosing and then by payment he fricks with us 👀👀👀👀👀👀
— eat it up! , max (3fs)
divider creds: @/im4yeons & @/𝘶𝘻𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰
summary: You record a video on Max’s channel for April fools and the fans love you! Max decides to make a challenge with you; you both switch channels and whoever does better within three weeks has to do whatever the other wants. What happens when you want something intimate?
warnings: SMUT, cursing, sex, P in V with protection, kissing, making out, dirty talk?, praise, stealing clothes, fluff, whimpering, BRING BACK MEN WHIMPERING!!! dom max & sub reader but I do dabble in sub max… Max being Max, idk is this ooc for him.. lemme know pls 🙏
word count: 3.4k
a/n: omg. i’m lowkey so proud of this and i’m sorry it took forever I got sick :(
The notification hit Max's phone at 12:39 PM on April 1st while he was lying in his bed.
3fs just uploaded: IM TAKING OVER (not clickbait)
He stared at it. Blinked. His thumb hovered over the screen. Had he forgot that he uploaded a video? He then clicked on it, the sound of your voice filling his ears.
"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?"
Plot: Your boyfriend, Max, has been way to focused on his work lately! All he does is sit at his computer all day, hunched over. It's gotten so bad that he's began to grow a little bit of a five-O-clock shadow!
Contents: Fluff, shaving, mentions and use of razors, suggestive-ish?? Obedient but also bratty Max, kinda pathetic really Max he's lowkey superrr down bad.
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"Just, be fast. I have to get back to working on my one million special after this..."
"Oh, hush. You need a break anyways. You're practically a hunch-back from sitting at your desk all day!"
Squabbling. Bickering. It was normal for your relationship with Max. It was basically a love language for the two of you at this point, really. You sat perched on the bathroom counter, legs crossed, spreading shaving cream over the entire bottom half of his face.
Max stood in front of you, hands on your hips, hair tied up, eyes closed as he relished in the feeling. He would never admit that he liked it that much, obviously. But it was pretty clear how flustered he was, a noticeable pink hue to his cheeks.
"I'm gonna start now.." You mumbled, earning a small noise of acknowledgment from Max. "Stay very still..."
The blade slowly glided down his cheek, shaving the area clean.
...
"Are you almost done?-"
"-Max, shut up."
"Yes Ma'am."
You rolled your eyes. You were only a few razor strokes in at this point, and you both knew it. He was clearly just trying to get under your skin, the little shit. And you didn't miss the light chuckle that escaped him either, knowing he was getting on your nerves.
After about ten to fifteen minutes you had finished, wiping the excess foam off him with a towel. You ran a hand over his jaw, making sure he was nice and smooth, before placing a few short smooches to the now soft skin.
"You did good Max; You're very handsome once you learn to be quiet."
"Thank you for... taking care of me, Babe. For cleaning me, I mean."
You smiled. He really was so cute. You gave him one more kiss, this time on the lips. This one lingered, your hands rubbing up and down his back as he slowly sunk into your touch. The poor thing was probably exhausted from how many hours he'd put in at his desk, but you knew he would just fight if you tried to take him to bed.
"You can go back to work now, Sweetie."
"... Think I wanna stay here with you."
Oh, maybe not.
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RAHHHHHh THIS IS SO EMBARRASING I'VE NEVER WRITTEN REAL PPL but omg shaving cream 3FS 😍
But seriously, this is my first time writing Max/any real people before so please go easy on me. I really felt like this was kinda boring and too OOC to post, but I spent like forty-five minutes on this soooo.... Also lemme know if I should do NSFW PT.2 teehehehehehe
pls literally anything with max having you in a headlock (prolly spice?).. GOOD LORDDD HIS ARMS.
Rough housing thats arousing | 3fs x gn!reader
: ✶ summary ⸝⸝ : You and your boyfriend absolutely adore playfighting! Given the fact its fun, strengthening, developing... exciting and... even hot. ... who made this list???
: ✶ a/n ⸝⸝ : mel try not to be as slow as possible with fic requests challenge impossible
: ✶ wc ⸝⸝ : 648 words | not really proof-read
: ✶ warnings ⸝⸝ : short asf from mels usual 1k fics... ; gender neutreal reader but i did kind of had female in mind at first ; established relationship ; suggestive but no smut ; playfighting ; painless headlocking ; kissing/making out ; reader is called cutie but not much else LMFAO ; reader not having any siblings.. sigh... hastag just a lone wolf...
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You dont like fights. No matter if its just verbal spat or a grueling punch to the gut, you didnt ever see the need to mentally or physically scar someone for life. It just wasnt like you.
And with Max — your lovely and caring boyfriend — those fights seemed even more futile, so its incredibly fortunate that you two are the kind of couple that dont usually bicker! It could be either from the fact you two were just made for each other… or that he just agrees with everything you say.
Either way! There is one form of fighting you kind of enjoy...
Lo and behold — rough housing, or in simpler terms, play fighting.
There was just something so comforting and fun about it. Given most of your lone childhood, you never really had a chance to experience those entertaining activities, you didnt have an older sibling you could annoy for attention or a younger sibling to take care of. So the fact Max was considerate enough to make sure you didnt miss out on such an important growing part in usually everyones life, was so incredibly sweet and heart-warming.
He was always extremely careful when play-fighting with you too! Your boyfriend never hit too hard and he made sure to check up on you whenever he could feel even the smallest shift in the air between you. Because as much as he loves sparring with you, your safety and comfort always came first!
Like even right now — when he had you pinned under him, he was being careful.
“You aint going nowhere cutie!” He tutted out with a laugh when you just squealed and squirmed under him. Your attempts to move him off were weak-willed.
Trying to annoy him could only go so long until he snaps and gets his sweet revenge. Maybe pick on someone your own size next time?
“Wait- pff- MAX! DONT TICKLE ME!”
Your mischievous boyfriend decides its still not the time to let you go yet, so he tentatively wraps an arm around your throat with the other hand locking his wrist so you couldnt slip away. Purely out of the instinct of always rough housing with his brother.
Quite literally, the second that happens and he realises what he had just done, the both of you cant help but freeze up and go completely silent. Dead still. Max is quick to scramble off of you, apologizing profusely just because he felt like he crossed an invisible line of yours.
“N-no Max, hold on—”
Truthfully, he was far from even coming close to crossing your line.
“Im sorry. its just that— i kinda..” He tries to save himself, hand grabbing a corner of the messed up blanket on your shared bed, trying to fidget his anxiousness away. You just frowned, slipping closer towards him. “Max..”
His head lifted when you called his name in that sweet tone. Guilty eyes full of hope that you would let him off the hook.
“Ive only ever played with my brothers s–”
You kiss him.
You actually kiss your rambling boyfriend, and he cant help but be a lovesick fool and melt into it. His hand relaxes when your own rests on his chest. Strong, secure hands wrap around your waist the longer the kiss lasts.
He was so done for aroused.
Slowly but surely, he tips both of you over into the soft cushions of the pillows. You pull away with a satisfied grin, he still tries to chase after your lips. Your hand slips up into the nape of his neck, fingers tangling into the brunette hair.
And when i tell you, how fast he melts completely…you wont even believe it.
“You have no idea how much that turned me on…” You giggle, he just blinks. A little caught off guard… but undoubtedly aroused as well. “Yeah..? Should i do that more often?”
..
"Yes."
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hiiihi this is really. cough. short and.. breaks down and cries IM SORRY IM TRYING ISWEAR I DONT KNOW HOW THIS IS POSSIBLE BUT IVE BEEN SO SO STRESSED AND DEPRESSED LATELY all the other fics are being written as of currently... slowly... but they are being written pelase dont give up on me pelasep elas pelase please
In which... your clingy boyfriend just wants you in his arms.
Warnings : short, kind of messy pacing and grammar... Im not great at writing (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also not proofread....!!
🏷 : fluff, gender neutral reader
AN : my first piece of writing..!!!!! Yayyyy!!
Sleep lingers in your eyes as you try to adjust to the sunlight that forces its way through the blinds of your boyfriend's otherwise dark room. The faint sound of birds chirping and a soft snoring fills your ears, and you begin to register the weight of Max's arm wrapped around your waist. His face is pressed into your shoulderblades, leaving you little wriggle room.
Unfortunately, your peace is ruined; nature calls. You gently slip your hand under Max's heavy forearm, attempting to let yourself free of his secure grip. He groans against your back, rubbing his nose into your shirt, the bed creaking as he adjusts himself and clears his throat.
"Where are you goin'?" It's muffled, his tone gruff and subtly displeased. His voice is always gravelly when he first wakes up, but you've come to adore it as time passes.
"I gotta pee, sweetheart." You plead over your shoulder. He groans against your back again, mumbling a faint protest as he throws one of his hefty legs over yours. "Max, seriously, I will pee on your bed." After a few more moments of struggle on your end, he finally loosens his grip just enough to allow you to slip from underneath him.
You return after only a few moments, wanting to fall back asleep locked in Max's warm embrace. His rather large biceps make for great pillows. When you pitter patter back towards the bed, covered in comforters and pillows, you're met with a very much awake Max nestled between them. You pause when you catch sight of his face, colored with sadness; the same essence of a kicked puppy. Your chest squeezes tightly at his endearing expression.
"My baby..." You murmur, mostly to yourself. Max reaches out for you lazily with one of his large hands, red fingertips wiggling to beckon you closer. You slip back into bed right beside him and he hastily wraps his arms back around you, like you'd been gone for hours, shoving his nose into your shoulder and inhaling.
"Lets cuddle for... eight more hours." Your sleepy boyfriend whispers. You laugh quietly to yourself, a very Max statement.
"Sure," You whisper against his hair, as if sharing a secret, "We can do that." You press a featherlight kiss where your lips once spoke and let yourself melt into the pillow supporting your head.
The room is silent again, apart from the overhead fan and the sound of birds chirping songs from the trees just outside. Max lets the feeling of your breathing and your hand gently brushing through his messy tufts of hair lull him back to sleep. The warmth of his body encasing yours is comforting, like a hug from the sun.
