hello!! could I request a 3fs x reader where he is on stream and his girlfriend accidentally walks in to tell or give him something and max decides he wants to show her off he probably makes her play a game as well lololl
tysm!!
Show you off | 3fs x f!reader
: ✶ summary ⸝⸝ : The sweltering summer heat has your boyfriends office seem extra unbearable to record in... yet it seems like the usual damsel in distress is now here to the rescue. What a silly knight!
: ✶ a/n ⸝⸝ : yo wait this is really cute... awhh, i love this req!! >_< and heh.. your welcome for another fic to feast on. WAIT NO DONT ACTUALLY PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH. DUDE?????? (also the chat usernames are purely random so IM SO SORRY IF ITS YOUR IRL NAME LMAO)
: ✶ wc ⸝⸝ : 1544 words | not proof-read.
: ✶ warnings ⸝⸝ : fluff ; crack ; reader and max are already in a relationship ; teasing ; reader is called baby, lovely girlfriend ; reader is a bit shy at first but she is otherwise okay by being on camera! ; chat compliments readers appearance ; reader sits on maxs lap ; max cares about readers comfort (we all collectively aww. the perfect boyfriend material right here fr).
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Max was the type of guy to forget he has to hydrate himself.
Not that he doesnt drink any water at all! No- its just that whenever he was recording something, he often forgot to take his water bottle with him to his desk.
Besides, a lot of the times, hes jumping around and screaming in his seat in fear. Hed rather NOT have a knockable water bottle on his desk.... his keyboard and mouse were too expensive for him to be this careless. So often he didnt even try to bring anything to hydrate himself with.
But todays summer was just maybe a little... too hot. Too stuffy. The fact he didnt have any ventilation nor did he keep his office door open just made it ten times more unbearable.
Max was supposed to be streaming today, he was supposed to play another silly fnaf fan game... but god. His throat is too dry and his skin felt too hot for him to handle.
He just couldnt take it anymore.
With a groan, he hit the escape button on his keyboard, wordlessly pausing the game before using the same hand to reach out towards his phone.
The livestreams chat sped up a little, with many people confused on what was happening. Asking him if he was okay or if he would continue the game. The people wanted content after all.
Lifting the phone, he pressed the volume button whilst his other hand pushed at one side of his headphones. All the chat could do was just raise more questions.
﹫wtf_mikes
゛Who is 3fs calling???
﹫datboi.kolis
゛Is he gonna continue playing the game
﹫wtf_mikes
゛Bro istg
﹫theyluvbetty
゛Is he okay? He looks a little too hot....
Max ignored them, just (im)patiently waiting for you to pick up. The daunting and long beep when you didnt pick up, made his heart drop a little.
You were quick to answer though, so his heart raised back into his throat.
"Hi love, whats up?" Your voice sounded from his phone, a little crackly, making him subconsciously smile.
He absolutely adored you and your voice, it always had a comforting effect on him. Even when you were barely trying.
The chat went haywire some more.
﹫kj_slasher
゛IS THAT A GIRLS VOICE???
﹫mcslurp
゛FRICKFRACKFRUITSNACK BRO WHO IS THAT!!!?
﹫datboi.kolis
゛is he gonna continue playing the game im so effing tired
﹫https.kai
゛WHO IS RHAT
﹫the.cooler.daniel
゛3FS GIRLFRIEND REVEAL????!!!
"Hii babyyy..." he drawled out, shifting his headphones a little more to hear you better, only to tug at his shirt some more to try to cool himself off. Without much success.
His head tilted down, almost like he was trying to hide his blush from his audience "Could you, um.." "Bring you water?" You finished off his sentence effortlessly.
God, he felt guilty now.. has he really asked you to bring him something so many times now?
"I dont mind at all, Max. Ill even bring some snacks if you want."
"God, youre a lifesaver.."
You just chuckled. "Love you."
"I love you more." He deflected quickly, waiting for you to end the call.
And when you did, he set his phone down on his desk, leaning back into his office chair which creaked loudly in distress. His hands cupped over his face as he took a small break from playing.
After a few seconds passed, he shifted back up again, finally checking the chat and what they had to say.
﹫https.kai
゛HELLO WHO IS SHE????
﹫melxdig
゛Since when did this loser who screams like a girl at horror games get a gf?
"Okay- frick you whoever said that." He responded snappily after reading that particular chatters message outloud.
﹫geeked.asf.ash
゛3fs are you gonna introduce her or nah
He hummed thoughtfully, hand reaching upwards to fix up his hair. "Maybe, if she is comfortable enough being on camera."
"I do really wanna show her off though." He murmured, only to jump when his office door clicked open, making him jerk in his chair and snatch off his duct-taped headset entirely. Max twisted his body to peek around his greenscreen.
The sight he met with made his heart squeeze. You, standing in front of his office door with a plate of some quick snacks and a water bottle. He finds you so adorable.
"Agh god- you scared the crap out of me.." he sighed out, standing up from his chair and rolling down the green screen so you could come closer to his desk.
"You really do scream like a little girl."
"I didnt even yelp right now..."
"No i meant before — you can practically hear it from downstairs." His face burned at your teasing remark.
You approached his desk, setting down the plate and water somewhere far away from his expensive equipment. Meanwhile he sat back down on his creaky chair (he really ought to fix that someday).
"Its stinky in here." You joked, making Max furrow his eyebrows and look up at you. Your upper body cut off from the cameras angle.
"Stuffy." He reasoned. "And its just the aura from me locking in." Max did NOT appreciate any slander about his office.
"Stinky." You argued. Making him sigh and slouch further into his chair.
Your gaze flicked over to his two monitors and how one of them had text running by like it was a marathon. "Are you live right now?"
Max was about to tease you and say no, but he could definitely see your shoulders tense. Almost like you were trying to make yourself disappear or less visible. It made him frown lightly. He wasnt in the mood to bully you affectionately.
"Do you not want to be on camera?" He asked back, standing up from his chair again, towering over you in his full height (and glory) to help you usher out of the frame. When you looked up, you could definitely read the care and concern on his expression.
"I mean.... im kind of nervous.." you murmured out quietly, and fortunately it didnt get picked up by his microphone. "But im not... actually against it."
His eyebrows lifted, hand reaching out to grab your hand and interlace your fingers, wanting to make sure you really were fine with it. "Yeah?"
"Mhm."
His smile widened. He vowed to himself to never let you get into harms way, especially from any fans that werent in the brightest mood.
Slowly and carefully, like befriending a baby deer, he tugged you closer back into the cameras frame. Even deciding to press a small kiss to your cheek to reassure you some more.
"Fellas.." he started off slowly, sitting back down onto his chair for the hundredth time and tugging you along with him, seated right onto his lap snugly.
"I want you guys to meet my lovely girlfriend." You just waved at his webcam awkwardly. But luckily not many chatters were rude right off the bat.
﹫why_am_i_here
゛AYY 3FS GIRLFRIEND REVEALL!!
﹫isabella_swan
゛Owaahh so pretty... max is lucky ash
﹫https.kai
゛Hello!!!
﹫theyluvbetty
゛Hru Maxs girlfriend :))
"Hii chat!" You greeted before quickly reading through some messages flying by.
It was comforting to know your boyfriends fans were pretty chill (or how his arms wrapped around your waist, thumb swiping over the exposed skin just shy of your pants waistband).
While you kept entertaining his chat and answering some basic questions to introduce yourself, Max was sipping his water and snacking.
He was trying to bite back a smile at the idea that his two most favorite things were now fused together— even if just momentarily — but honestly he couldnt hide his lovestruck grin for long.
After taking his final sip, he shifted from under you and rolled his office chair towards his desk.
"Do you wanna stay a bit longer and watch me play or...?"
"Actually, i wanna try playing it myself. If you dont mind." You hummed, pleasantly surprising him once more. He just smirked and shifted you to be seated more comfortably on top of him.
"Please, be my guest." He open-handedly gestured towards his setup.
"Prepare to be amazed by my own gaming skills."
He snorted out, "Puh-lease" leaning forwards on his chair to have his chest as your makeshift backrest. He was actually pretty curious to see you play since he hasnt witnessed that much.
The entire other half of the game, he watched you play. Taking swigs of his water whenever it got too hot in the room and occasionally even handing it to you if you ever got thirsty too.
The entire other half of the game he had at least one hand wrapped around you securely. Watching from over your shoulder and staying silent to help you concentrate, or leaving some silly commentary he knew that would make you laugh.
The entire other half of the game he couldnt help but admire you and watch everything you did with awe. Each time you completed a stupidly complex puzzle, hed lean over to press a kiss onto your cheek.
Its like he was thirsty for you and your quiet but meaningful affection. It kept him alive. Breathing and wanting more.
God, he loved you so much. His dear girlfriend. The love of his life.
heyyy itz the person who wrote indulgence on ao3 can u write something with sub max……,, honestly the plot could be anything u like i just need him whining and being called a good boy
— Desperate , Max (3fs)
summary: You and Max are watching a rom-com and eating takeout while the boys are in the next room over. When a certain scene comes on the tv.. Max starts to act weird.
warnings: fem reader, smut, p in v, oral, kissing, making out, whimpering, praise kink, pet names, sub!max & dom!fem!reader, the boys walking in on you cuddling… cuddling & fluff, this is a lot more explicit than my other fics LOL
word count: 3.3k
a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long bro… finals killed my booty and I love indulgence on ao3 OMFGGG ok bye enjoy guys!!
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You open the airbnb door and take the food, thanking the driver as he walks away. Max and you ordered some takeout. Yes it was ten pm at night, but.. why does it matter?
You bring the food up to Max's room, careful to be quiet for Jacob, Eddie, and Ethan sleeping in the rooms nearby. You almost trip on Eddie's shoes in the middle of the hallway, but catch yourself.
All of you are in Florida for the Universal Studios FNaF house. You all decided to meet up and stay in an airbnb for the week that was close to Universal and Disney.
The rest of the boys were tired, but you and Max weren't. You decided to watch some random free rom-com while stuffing your faces with takeout.
Was it good for you? Probably not. Was it the best damn food you've had in a while? Well, yes!
It was a little over an hour into the movie and the takeout was completely gone. You both were chatting in between scenes from the movie and explain what you would do, how that was stupid, etc.
Except, you both go dead silent.
The two main characters start kissing.. making out.. and things escalate.
"How do they even film that without– without catching feelings or something." You mutter, trying to release the tension in the room. They were still going at it on the screen and you could just feel the heat radiating off of Max.
Max was barely paying attention and just patting his arm to a random beat, trying to calm himself down. It's just kissing, Max, stop acting– oh, and her shirt is off.
"Yeah.. no– no clue." He stutters and his eyes dart from the ceiling, to the tv, to you, to his lap.
You let out a soft laugh at his nervousness and stuttering. The lamp beside him was making him glow and you could just see his olive skin tinted with that red shade.
So, why not tease him?
You move a little closer to Max, your shoulders practically touching at this point. He was so obvious, it was adorable, really. He was trying to be subtle while his brain was short circuiting.
"You're acting a little weird, Max. You.. okay?" You question and glance over at him for a few moments.
He lets out a choked noise, "Wh- what? No! I'm fine, i'm frickin' fine. You're fine, i'm fine, the tv is fine–" His voice cracks and you almost laugh at how flustered he is. You decide to scoot towards him until your thighs are just barely touching. With the heat was radiating off of him, you weren't cold anymore.
He bit his lip, a little habit he has when he's trying to process something. He didn't pull away from your touch, in fact, he leaned into it. His heart was racing so fast, he was almost sure you could hear it. Was this really happening?
"Yeah? You're sure?" You say in a teasing voice and lick your lips. Your eyes trail over to the tv, the man now eating the girl out. You couldn't help but feel a little worked up yourself, especially with Max next to you.
Max's eyes dart to your face and you were red, just not as much as he was. You licking your lips was a small gesture for you, but for him? It was like he got struck by lighting.
He froze and stopped patting his arm, gulping as his throat grew dry. He breathed out your name, his whole persona of 'acting cool' completely gone at this point.
He wanted to hide under the covers and act like this never happened, but he also didn't want to move an inch away from you.
"Frick, you're– you're doing that on purpose.. aren't you?" He whispers, a shy lopsided grin appearing on his face.
"Maybe." You shrug with a grin and stare up at him. Even when you two were sitting, he was still taller than you.
"Gosh.. my heart is doing backflips. Literal backflips." He leans back against the headboard with a breath, trying to calm himself down, "Between what's on the tv and.. and you.." He trails off as his eyes meet yours, for a second his eyes glancing at your lips.
"So, i'm doing a good job at teasing you?" You question.
"You're making it really hard to not kiss you right now." He whispers. You're taken aback by his answer, not expecting Max to be that forward, but holy shit it was hot.
It's silent for a moment more before you place your hands on his cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss.
Max let out a whimper as your lips met his and he instantly melted into it. His hand creeped up to your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth.
The kiss quickly escalated, months of tension pouring into the action. The tv was background noise at this point, all that mattered was him.
You pull back with a breath, one of your hands sliding into his brown hair. His eyes flutter shut for a moment at the softness of your hands before he feels you climbing onto his lap.
"Crap," He breathes out, his hands going to your thighs to help balance you. He was fighting back whimpers and noises as you brought him in for another kiss, this one being messier.
Max's right hand sneaks into your hair and pulls you in deeper. Your hips buck into his and he lets out a choked moan into your mouth. Who knew Max was this loud?
You pull back with a string of spit connecting you both, your eyes roaming his face.
"Was that.. okay?" He asks and licks his lips, the taste of the takeout you ate still on his tongue.
"That was, amazing, yeah," You smile, still catching your breath. Your hands wander from his hair, to his neck, to his chest, to the hem of his shirt.
"Is it okay if I.." You trail off, looking up at his flushed face. Max's eyes flutter as he looks down at your hands.
"Yeah– please," He whimpers as he helps you pull his shirt off. Your hands immediately run down his chest and to his happy trail, smiling as he lets out a groan. He was trying to be quiet, for you.
You lean in and start to kiss down his jawline and to his neck, making small marks. Max is completely gone at this point. He couldn't believe you of all people were making out with him.
Your hips start to move back and forth as you need some type of relief. Max immediately bucks his hips up to meet yours and he throws his head back to give you more room.
"Doin' so good," You whisper against his warm skin and Max swear he melts into the mattress. He lets out a whimper at your words as he moves his hips more, chasing the pleasure.
You connect the dots. He actually liked praise– loved it. He was so worked up by just your words. Even when you were filming videos and telling him how good he was doing, his face would go so red and he'd stutter like crazy.
"Yeah? You like when I praise you? Tell you how good you're being for me?" You tease as you go back up to meet his face, smiling as your lips just barely brush his.
Max just nods– he doesn't even know what to do at this point.
"Please, lemme eat you out," Max begs as his head goes to rest in the crook of your neck, mimicking you and kissing under your ear.
"That's what you want?" You ask as your hand tugs slightly on his messy brown hair.
"Mhm, please–"
"Be a good boy and take off my shorts, okay?"
Max just stops and his arms tighten around your waist, groaning into the crook of your neck. He was flushed all over and all he could think of was you.
Not Universal, the boys, or YouTube.
Just you.
Before you know it, Max is lapping up the wetness between your legs and you're trying to make sure you don't wake the boys in the next room.
"Fuck–" You curse, Max's arms wrapped around your legs to keep you from squirming. He was lost in the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he makes noises of his own against your heat.
Your hand once again falls into his hair, pushing him in deeper as he glances up at you. For all Max knew– this was heaven. He could die between your thighs and be a happy man.
"Maxie– just like that, there you go," You praise him and he whimpers even louder than you. A small smile comes on your face at the noise, your mouth then falling open as he pushes one of his long fingers into you.
Oh, fuck.
Your other hand immediately covers your mouth, trying to muffle your noises. You lean into the touch, your hips bucking into his face and fingers.
"You're so, so, gorgeous– oh my gosh," He compliments, whispering against your pussy as you cry out. His mouth then finds your clit and he just keeps licking the bundle of nerves, over and over.
"Max, Max–" You breathe out his name between moans as your grip tightens in his hair.
"Am I doing okay? Please, please tell me I am," He whimpers as his pace speeds up, his puppy dog eyes looking at you.
"Bein' such a good boy for me– oh, shit, I'm gonna come, Max–" You whine as your orgasm rips through you, your back arching off the bed as your eyes leave Max's face to roll back into your head.
Max is watching your face intensely and not slowing down, not even for a second as he works you through the orgasm. His hips were bucking up against the bed and he was sure he had a wet spot on his grey sweatpants now.
He starts to slow down as you come back to Earth, your hand pushing the stray locks of hair out of your face.
"You did such a good job." You praise him as he licks his fingers clean, going up to kiss you softly. You taste yourself on his tongue as you deepen the kiss.
"My turn," You say and sit up with wobbly legs, pushing Max up to sit against the headboard. Your eyes immediately fall to the spot on his sweatpants and he covers it with both of his hands.
"Hey, eating you out got me–"
"Worked up, I know. You were moaning louder than me Max, and I was the one coming," You let out a small laugh as you take off his sweatpants.
His boxers were soaked with his tip rubbing against them and even though the boxers were black, you could see how much he leaked.
"Eating me out really got you pent up, huh?" You say as your hands linger at the top of his waistband.
Max just nods his head and his eyes shut as he takes in the moment.
"Words, pretty boy," You whisper as your hands reach under to pull his boxers off. Max lets out a choked whimper at the nickname and dominance. God.. was he living his dream right now?
"Yeah, mhm," Max whimpers out, letting out a breath as your hands pull his boxers all the way off.
"There you go." You praise, seeing his cock pop out and there were small beauty marks on it. He was leaking, bad. You would think he’d had come from all the liquid, his tip being bright red.
Max lets out a whine as the cold air hits his dick, his hands on your hips tightening. His head hits the headboard as your hands just barely graze the tip of his cock. His hips go up into your hand, trying to chase the pleasure that only you could give him.
“Jesus,” You whisper as your eyes are just locked on the sight in front of you. Max, a six foot three man is collapsing at your touch, and whimpering of all things.
You can’t deal with the throbbing between your legs any longer and you line yourself up with him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you sink down on his leaking cock, you both letting out loud moans.
You were able to control yours, mostly, but Max.. it was so over for him.
Your tight wetness around his cock was too much for the man and he can’t keep himself from thrusting into you. He’s letting out moans every other second, his hands on your hips surely leaving marks.
You were smiling at the sight of Max coming undone and you start to bounce on him as he lets out the loudest moan yet. He wasn’t even thinking of the boys anymore.
“Max–“ You whisper and your knees dig a little deeper into the mattress. Your hand covers his mouth as he lets out a whimper from you clenching around him.
“You want your friends to know how pathetic you’re being for me right now?” You whisper in his ear as your lips trail down his neck, one of your hands reaching to pull his head back.
Max wanted to be loud for you– he couldn’t help it. He wanted you to know how good you were making him feel.
He lets out a choked moan in your hand as his eyes roll back temporarily, him shaking his head. His thrusts were meeting yours and your hips were grinding down on him, soft moans leaving your throat.
“Then be quiet for me, pretty boy, okay?” You were bouncing up and down on him at this point, the bed creaking as slick leaves from your pussy, coating his length and letting you glide over him with little effort.
Max was on the edge of cumming and you could hear him moaning your name in your hand.
“You’re being– being such a good boy for me Max, just hold on, shit– a little longer, okay?” You say as you breathe heavily into the crook of his neck, your hot breath being another feeling for Max that was just a little too much for him as he whines.
Max’s hand moves to the plush of your ass as he spreads you open just the right amount, his length hitting that spongy spot inside you.
You let out a choked moan, stopping yourself from being too loud. Your hand leaves Max’s mouth and you find his lips, kissing him deeply and messily to keep both of your moans in.
Your back was arching against him, your nipples rubbing against the fabric of your shirt, just another sensation that made you about to fall over the edge.
“Baby– I.. gosh–“ Max stutters, not even being able to form a full sentence. You knew what he was asking though as you shush him.
“Max, just let go for me. You did– did so good–“ You cut yourself off with a moan as Max immediately spills inside you. You keep bouncing up and down on him as you both make a mess on the sheets underneath you.
He lets out loud whimpers of your name as he head throws back against the headboard, his back arching to go even deeper into you.
It was at that point you came.
You gush as you bite your lip, trying to be quiet as Max’s hand finds your clit and rubs you through the orgasm. You let out a squeal, a mix of your liquids running down your thighs, your pussy squeezing so tight around him until he’s a whining mess from the overstimulation.
Your body melts into his, you both relaxing and taking deep breaths. You both were sweating bullets and it was like you just ran a marathon.
“I– I didn’t mean to cum that fast..” He whispers as his hands hold your head against his chest. You can hear how fast his heart is beating, for you.
“S’ okay, I think it’s cute.” You smile as you bring your head up to face him. His face was a deep red and his eyes meet yours.
“Let me clean you up, okay?” He offers as his hand rubs your cheek, bringing you up for a soft kiss before lifting you up and off of him.
He cleans you up with a wet washcloth, kissing every part of your body and showering you in compliments.
After cleaning you up, and you cleaning him quickly, you pull his shirt that was lying next to the bed on.
“I’m assuming i’m never getting that shirt back?” He says with a smile, pulling on some new boxers from his suitcase in the corner of the room.
“Definitely not.” You let out a giggle and pull your panties up. You both eventually lie down in the bed, Max’s head immediately finding your chest and resting on it.
You pull the covers over both of you and the movie has been off for a while now, the tv shutting itself off.
You just smile to yourself as Max cuddles into you, finally relaxing for the first time in a few days.
Jacob, Ethan, and Eddie stand outside of Max’s room and prepare to prank him by waking him up with a loud air horn. Ethan found it on the side of the road.
“Okay, be quiet when we walk in. Then, get super close to his ear and BOOM, shocked awake by a stupid air horn.” Jacob states and smiles at the camera. They were all filming for their vlog.
“Three, two, one..” Ethan opens the door quietly and steps inside, freezing up as he sees you and Max cuddling.
Eddie and Jacob follow in close behind Ethan and stop as soon as they see you both. It was obvious the two of you hooked up. Max’s shirt was on you instead of him, there were piles of clothes on the floor, your hair was messy, and Max was shirtless.
“Holy fuck.” Eddie whispers, immediately turning off the camera and grinning.
“Max finally got some.” Ethan whispers, a shocked look on his face. Jacob was just quiet, surprised but also relieved that the two of you finally got together.
Max cuddles a little more into your chest with a small whisper of your name and the three immediately leave the room.
As soon as the door closes they all burst into laughter and delete the footage from all of the cameras.
“I can’t believe.. how did that even..?” Ethan scratches his head as the boys head downstairs to cook breakfast.
The two of you eventually get up and make your way downstairs (after showering together and getting dressed).
You were still in one of Max’s shirts and some type of pants on and Max was in a FNaF shirt with some jeans on.
You both make your way downstairs together, a little closer than friends would normally be. You both agreed to hide you being together for a little while, not knowing what state the boys found you in this morning.
“So.. did you two have fun last night?” Eddie asks as soon as you walk into the kitchen.
“Wh– what? What are you even– what are you talking about, bro?” Max stutters as his face turns red and he goes to the fridge to grab some energy drink.
“We saw you two this morning,” Ethan laughs as he stuffs his face with bacon and walks off to the living room.
“Oh my gosh,” Max smacks his forehead and you’re just still standing there while your face turns beet red.
Max looks over at you with a grin and hands you a drink yourself, you thanking him as your brain is still a minute behind.
“Yeah, good job.” Eddie laughs and pats Max’s shoulder, heading to go eat his food.
“Oh my god, was that the noises I heard last night? OH MY GOD–“ Jacob yells and puts both hands on his head, finally connecting the dots.
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
ok so basically it takes place in the five nights at freddy’s vlog where they went to orlando and reader is friends with plenty but they’ve been in videos with the others before too and max has had a crush on user for a while after checking out their youtube channel and other socials after plenty recommended them to max and he’s just nervous and awkward around them
and later that night reader and max are sitting by the pool and max confesses his feelings and they go back to max’s room and maybe reader gets ontop (cus i’ve barley seen like any sub max fics💔)
"Watched You First" Full/Oneshot
| gn!any!reader x interest!3fs (Max Burnett)
in which:
— the gang decided to go on a trip to Universal in Orlando, but someone accidentally bought an extra ticket so.. They decided to pick you with them. Max decided to get to know you better, atleast for the trip only.. but now its not only for the trip of it.
| Tags/TWs : any reader, gender neutral reader, wlm/mlm, smut with plot, self insert, no use of y/n, shyness, falling in love at first sight, suspicions, love confessing, sex, adulthood, kissing, making out, hooking up
≡ ! | a/n : «— Hello! I really loved writing this fic, lowkey listened to southbound and please me by bruno mars while writing for several days straight 👀👀👅👅, hope you love this. Anyways, Enjoy!»
"Max, you should totally check them out, atleast to know them just a little bit for a trip!" Ethan said on call. At first, the whole gang decided that they would be all four alone, but of course somebody bought an extra ticket and spent twice amout of money than needed for one person. And that other person that would join the four was you.
You didn't even plan on this before Ethan texted you, the only one who could joine the fun. You knew him like a best friend who was in the same school and graduated college, also the one who brought you into blogging and all that YouTube stuff.
But hey, you didn't mind if you wouldn't be a third wheel and at.east you knew not one but several people, even if just a little bit. A single trip wouldn't hurt no one.
Max listened to the pleads of hus friend to check out some random who he was in the video with couple months ago. After call, he found your channel, studying it and it's videos like some sort of detective. He didn't even want this in the first place, but your channel caught his eye, especially when he saw the link to your Instagram.
Moment of downloading, your page appeared. And oh how he was stunned. He saw your face, indeed, but that beauty switched something in him. That something that he felt long before highschool and experiencing puberty. Before this all investigating, he could peacefully swipe past beauties like you, but now?
Max sat in his chair, mesmerized by sight of you on his forsaken screen. His eyes were lying to him, right? It couldn't be you who he would spend a trip with. It's like you were a model that just ran of a runaway of some sort. He swallowed hard, body and breathing still.
Oh.
Gosh.
No, he didn't sleep that night, he just couldn't! Your face was ingraved behind his eyelids without his consent. No, he didn't know what kind of dark magic you had to look this good. Yes, he caught feeling that he might find awfully too fast to develop in several hours.
The day of flight was pleasantly good, better than expected crying babies, rude passengers and delays. You prepared your stuff and other clothes you'll wear on the trip, got to the airport, flew over to Orlando, got back your suitcase – and met Ethan! As you understood, his gate was next to his and he even saw you leave yours. So now you and Ethan headed towards the exit where everyone should've met up.
"Yo, how long will it take them to get here?!" Eddie complained to Jacob as if almost to himself even. His friend just shrugged.
Minutes later, Max arrived at the meeting place, two of his friends greeting him. Just then, you and Ethan, chattering between each other, walked up closer to airport's spot, Eddie immediately noticing the two of you and greets.
Max could almost feel his knees give out, like someone kicked them hard and made him weak to walk. He stared walking slower, mesmerized once more. It was real, your pictures were real.. Gaining his courage back, he shook his head, trying to return his composure and cool, now approaching his friends.
"Max!" Jacob greeted, standing up from the plastic seating. "How are you bro?" He dabbed up his friend, him returning the gesture. Max was so damn awkward and he was too silent too. When it came to greeting you, he just approached you, not knowing how to greet properly.
"I-.." His mouth was agap, words dying right before they could be said. He stood infront of you, hands at his sides while he tries to think of an appropriate move.
After a long and humiliating silence, you chuckled to yourself in your rich tone and hugged him on the side. "Nice to meet you too, Max." You said with a playful smile, like a sly fox.
Dang......
As everyone was now grouped together, the gang headed to the rented car for the trip, humbled those poor backseats and you almost being squished between the two men — your friend that you know best and Eddie. Jacob sat on the passenger seat before Max opened his door for drivers seat and climbed in. He was oh so red.
"Yo.. Max you good?" Jacob lowered his voice for just his best friend to hear. "You're just-"
"Nah, nah I'm fine, don't worry." He quickly says, running a hand down his moth before gripping onto the steering wheel as if his motion would help banish the pink on his cheeks.
—Yeah, so... For the whole day, Max was stiff and anxious as hell, trying to play off cool as usual. Luckly, none of his buddies questioned his slight shift in demeanor — or how he stared at you like nobody saw it, how he tried to fit himself closer to you just for a sliver before distancing at the touch with that same pink-ish colour all around his face. You drove him nuts.
He thought he wouldn't get enough sleep on that damn trip, as much as he was tired enough to doze off in seconds, Max just couldn't. It was a torture – a pretty torture.
Second day in the trip, when everyone went to that Halloween expo of sort to Universal, mostly to see FNaF stuff, he was jumpy as heck but mostly screaming lungs off at every minor and not frightening moments — everyone in the group did.
You laughed your ass off at how funny the interactions between the group jumped around.. And Max thought it was the prettiest, most memoriable trip ever, even if it wasn't just with you around.
On the third day of the trip, the gang returned to Universal for another round of not visited rides. Also, to spice up things, not only all of you went to get stupid and useless but cool stuff, but also competed on some random claw machine to win some kind of plushie.
The fun thing about that was everyone messed each other up on purpose to ragebait. Still, somehow made progress and on the cheering and evil plans against each other, on Max's turn he actually locked in and got the plushie!
The insides of that poor plushie echoed with a thud on the takeout floor of that claw machine, laying there for a moment more in everyone's loud and excited exclaims.
"Look at this guy!" Max proclaimed over Ethan's shouts, holding the plushie like it's now his kid.
"I'll let you that slide, Max, good job." You joked loud enough, clapping your hands faintly.
Anddd, this man is folded, now suddenly aware about everything and everyone. He smiled speehishly at the praise. Max was blushing on this trip a lot and dang he couldn't stop it.
Close to evening, when everyone got back to the house, they, ofcourse, played a silly game just to end the day on a good note. After that, everyone slowly headed back to their rooms to get their deserved sleep.
Just as Max closed the door to his dark room, he sat on one edge of the bed before plopping down on the soft material benarh him. You. Thinking of you again. Your interactions with him today.
His hands crawled to his face, covering it whole. He could feel the slight heat coming from his face. Parting his fingers to give access for his eyes to look at the ceiling, he tried to calm down and control his breathing.
"I need to do something." Max murmured into the dark. He layed there for a moment longer, collecting his courage and plan to execute on this trip before the chance would be long gone.
That one plushie he won today.. Yeah, this should work. But what should he even say? "Oh, we almost don't know each other but i think i love you so much, is it the same for you?" or what?
Whatever. He will improvise.
Max stood up, opened his door as quietly as it possibly could and headed outside. The backyard of the house had a shared pool that some houses could swim at, hut at the dead of night there was nobody there. Good.
He sat down on the plastic sunbathing chair, fiddling with plushie in his hand that he won earlier. Max was lost, in a good way. He was oh so scared to let the truth and confess about everything about them to you. What if you dont share the same? What if you think that its better off to stay friends or just connections even?
As for you, just before you dozed off to sleep, you felt like you forgot something. "Shit, where's my phone at..?" Oh, right, the phone. You looked around the room, your backpack, charger.. Maybe you forgot it somewhere.
Asking anyone to help at this time of night would probably be embarrassing and rude so you scavenged yourself. No, someone couldn't take your phone, definitely. You crept down the stairs, looking around the rooms you passed by.
Dining room.. Kitchen... Ah, just when you entered the living room, you saw your phone on couch pillows, laying there in the room, dimly lit by pool lights that faintly did anything.
"There you are.." You murmured to yourself, sighing a breath of relief through your nose, unconsciously looking around. Nobody is here, gladly–
The figure of someone really familiar passed by your eyes. Grey t-shirt, dark pants, hair and the unmistakable height, sitting there on sunbathing chair.
Curiosity got the better of you, of course.
"Max?" You asked out in the dark of the backyard. "Is that you?" Now you stared approaching the individual on the chair. And as you scooted closer, it indeed was Max.
On his calling, he snapped his head up and at the direction of the sound. He stood up, his side now faintly glowing from the color of the pool. How convenient that you came here. Alone.
"I.." He started as you came up closer, now standing facing him. "I needed a breather. And also a little talk." He told the truth (making up a lie would be impossible as he couldn't think straight just by looking at you alone).
Max started after a moment of silent expectation from you and a nod that you listened to his sayings. At some point, he just started rambling and rambling, but you listened, really.
You knew that he was so damn nervous and jittery around you for some reason and it never failed to make you smile and grin internally at how cute and funny this whole act was.
He fiddled with the plushie still, digging his fingers just slightly in prize that he would soon give to you just as a gift if everything goes smoothly.
Grin on your face started showing almost immediately when you understood that he almost finished talking. Because you had something up your sleeve for this handsome young man.
"And.. yeah. So, how do you fe-"
I mean, damn, you hit the jackpot you could say! You placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly tugging him down to your level and kissing him. No, you didn't think of it, you felt it was the best move ever.. atleast right now.
Max was baffled, eyes widdened and still hesitant about what is going on right now. Feeling how your lips moved on top of his made him feel dizzy as hell. Eventually, he returned with the same passion, placing his hands on your waist and back. He felt embarrassingly stiff, like a teenager having a first kiss but he tried, trust!
After that whole moment, you leaned out, with a cocky smirk on your lips. You knew that you could do anything with him as he was basically obsessed with you. So.. why not give him a chance?
You slowly stared walking back inside, trying to lead this stiff male to his room with you. As much as he was so damn shy, you could feel that he shared the same freakyness with you tight now, he just needed to unleash it.
Shit, you'd say you didn't give a single damn now.
As you got to his room, you leaded him inside, closing the door behind you two. Locking the door would be so damn suspicious, knowing that both of you would be dead asleep in the morning after what you just planned on doing.
Max sat on the edge of his mattress, face and ears burning hot, lips parted to take any oxygen he lacked just right there, sitting and waiting like a damn puppy. Just when you closed the door, with deliberate slowness you turned to him, walking up. Your knees hit the sides of his thighs as you straddle on him now laying on the mattress.
God he looked pathetic. So pathetic. In a good way. You loved seeing him fumble and nervous like this. His parted lips that let out silent shaky breaths, desperately controlled. And how his fingers twitched at his sides, gripping the sheets.
Your hand trailed unders his shirt, running from his lower stomach to his chest and behind his back, nails grazing the sensitive skin. Other hand trailed down to one of his wrists, thumb stopping right on the pulse point.
Leaning down, you grinned to yourself, seeing the submissive brunette beneath. He, on other hand, tried to mirror it coolly despite the dream experience he now had. With that, you caught his lips once more, really getting to the point of no return.
Tongues of both throbbed inside each other's mouths, you dominating over the situation and making him let out small sounds of pure bliss and satisfaction. Your thumb circled his wrist, feeling Max's heartbeat rapidly jumping.
Pulling back, you stared down at him, slightly biting your lower lip, observing man beneath. "Take your shirt off." You comanded in honey-like tone, eyeing the gray t-shirt on him before returning the eye contact.
Max, as said, swiftly took off his t-shirt, tossing it on the spare chair in the corner of his room, leaving you to gaze over his physique. Oh fuck you... what a sight...
"Good." You praised loud enough for him, running your hands down his body, pleasingly slow. Max turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and letting out a low groan with a breathy end to it.
Now, you methodicaly started taking off the last few clothes that remained on both of you. Halfway through sex, Max finally let himself go and partialy take the lead but you still was the one controlling the whole ride that night. And that ride was damn sweaty.
The early bird chipped outside, silent welcomers of the new coming day. Sun rised, the streets and outside were a gradient of soft yellow-ish and white tones. Clouds from time to time passed by, making the morning a slow start to wake up to.
As for the people.. You and Max layed cuddled close, both naked still but blissfully asleep. You, with scratches on your back and some marks on your collarbone and neck hugged one of Max’s arms. And he? Oh he was a damn mess — marks and hickeys everywhere where it's possible; collarbone, jaw, lips and neck. Hair taloused, his body drained completely, lips parted as he silently snored.
Jacob was asleep too. Poor guy was damn tired after playing the game and going places from the whole trip he dozed off just when he hit his head on the pillow of his bed.
Ethan was in the kitchen with Eddie, cooking some breakfast as usual. Time headed close to 7 AM. Sizzling of food in the pan filled the half asleep house with some life.
"Eddie, go check up on everyone, stop drooling over the food that isn't finished." Ethan asked, moving his hand like swooshing a fly away, hitting his friend in his chest with his fingers.
"Why me?! Go yourself!" Eddie complained in a bitchy tone. "I won't eat those damn sausages or whatever." Compromised he, leaning on the counter beside his friend, definitely not planning to do anything.
"Ugh.. Fine! Go fuck yourself, Eddie." Ethan finally said, putting the wooden spatula near the pan, throwing hands in the air he left the kitchen.
The first room he checked on was Jacob's. Creeking the door open, he saw him sleeping, cuddled in sheets close to a cat in the sun. With a nod to himself, he left the room, now heading towards another room to check on.
Like he did previously, he softly knocked on your bedroom door, expecting some movement on other end. When silence grew more and more, Ethan, confused, cranked the door open to look. There was no you. Your sheets were unmade but your presence wasn't there.
"Huh..?" He hummed to himself, fully entering your room. You didn't leave — your personal stuff were there, your clothes and other stuff too. Where were you?
Placing a mental note to find you, he went to the last room he didn't check at — Max’s. Max was an early bird, so he was most definitely not sleeping, ri—
When Ethan opened the door open, he saw what he least expected — you in his bed, back marked and turned to the door, his friend, Max, dead asleep with blooming marks on his neck and upper half of his body.
Holy shit. With widdened eyes, he looked at the sight he was seeing, pinching himself to probably wake up. No way, no fucking way. He wasn't sleeping. Ethan swallowed hard, lips forming a straight line as he very slowly left the room, eyes glued to the bed before he completely closed the door.
"Holy.. Sh-shit..." Plenty murmured in his palm in shock and surprise, chuckling, as he leaned on the wall beside the door of the room he just checked. Well, now he had seen everything.
With that, he strided back down to the kitchen, trying to act cool and not like he just saw his friend past-fucking state.
"Well?" Eddie asked shortly as he heard Plenty come back to the kitchen, turning his head towards the sound of footsteps as he flipped some sausages in the pan and laying the wooden spatula back on it's place.
"Uh.. No, everyone is sleeping. I think Jacob will get up soon tho.." He said forcing a thinking tone in answer. Returning to the stove, he turned off its heat as the food on the pan finished cooking.
Plenty and Eddie chatted for a while, both eating the cooked breafast by Ethan. As said later, Jacob soon came down too, greeting the two with "good morning"s.
You woke up with numb body, one arm wrapped around Max's. Pulling youself to get up, you clothed up. While doing so, you looked at the blissful brunette in bed and smiled to yourself before silently creeping out the room and heading to shower.
Of course, after last night its a good idea to wash off the smells that are probably going to make suspect about stuff that should probably be only between the two of you.
Doing your morning routine, covering up some of lovemarks on you, you headed down to the kitchen. Your stomach was so damn empty, you could've eaten an elephant for sure!
"Good morning everyone!" You cheerfuly said, not too loud to be a disturbance. Getting the same back, you picked some food to eat and leaned on the counter, munching on some good stuff.
Plenty threw glances at you, definitely knowing what happened there. He tried not to call you out for that, just stay silent – which he did.. Gladly. He will definitely need to pay more attention on this trip, so much tea that he would snicker about subtlety when he gets a chance to.
≡ ! | a/n : «— Thanks for reading through! No I can't write sex scenes as I'm a flippin moron and I'm freaking out if I write one at the time of day 😭😭»
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.
[ since i haven't had time to start post the summer camp fic, some random headcanons for y'all <3 ]
mostly fluff but with a bit of spice
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- max is the type of guy to give you the BEST motivation whenever you need it. he gets so into it like he's an actual mental coach... ("YOU CAN DO THIS, SOLDIER. REMEMBER YOUR NAVY SEAL TRAINING? KEEP IT UP, YOU WERE BORN TO BECOME A RICH, SUCCESSFUL, HOT CHICK—") but also really, he's so smart about self motivation and we KNOW that so he's like male and kinder thewizardliz
- also he's very sentimental and finds little things romantic. like, if you two would go on a walk together, he'd see a pretty flower that reminds him of you, and he would climb up those plants to reach it and bring it to you with a wide smile
- if you two were somewhere together, like a party, and you noticed someone you didn't want to see or to be seen from, max would switch walking positions to get you farther from that person, or use an excuse to stop walking and cover you from them, like- immediately (both if ur dating or not)
- flirty bullying followed by him kissing your head and laughing.
- he's addicted to kissing your cheek. he just finds cheek kisses adorable. whenever you're the one kissing him there, he gets all flushed and smiles non stop.
- he's the type to write a letter for your birthday expressing all his genuine affection and love for you.
- if you two travel together, he'd suggest france, not because "it's romantic", but also because he remembers french still, from school, and he'd love to impress you speaking that language or others.
- he'd also be in awe if you spoke a foreign language for him (he installs Duolingo immediately to impress you)
- he's the type to gift you the most stunning bouquet of flowers of your favourite colour, a heart box of chocolate and also a plushie for valentine's day. and of course, if you're available, then a dinner out is default.
- I feel like he'd be the most polite guy ever, even with strangers. just a golden boy that greets elderly people while walking around with you.
- also, elderly couples are his WEAKNESS. literally. "oh my gosh, babe, look at that couple! owh, my heart... I wonder how they met, if they're married... wait, let me go and ask if they have any advice for people my age—"
- he'd be SHAKING of anxiety before meeting your family, but he ends up being totally perfect and part of it quickly.
- ofc, he loves to teach you how to play video games with you sitting on his lap. he like caresses your thighs briefly while murmuring "okay, good, now press the circle. circle- babe, this one"
- if you actually are good at a game, he gets jealous and immediately starts challenging you in his head.
- he has you as his lock screen, home screen, call background, pictures of you two as widgets, and most importantly, your picture as his ps5 background.
- he's the type to mention his girlfriend in the very first moments of conversation with a new girl that talks to him
- you and him have matching Minecraft/fnaf t-shirts
spice 🌶️:
- this dude LOVES kissing. on the lips, of course, in my vision, he's not the best kisser, but he enjoys it so much he could kiss you for DAYS and never get tired. it's just so enjoyable for him.
- in fact, if you two are in public and can't kiss in front of people for some reason, don't worry, he'll randomly take you somewhere to make out for a little
- when you two end up sleeping together for the first time (dw, just sleeping), he's so NERVOUS YET HAPPY. and he'd definitely spoon you from behind bc he loves that. maybe sneaking his hand under your shirt.
- he loves your... chest, I just feel it. if you're wearing a tank top and maybe a push up bra bc why not, he STARES. he tries so hard not to, but hell, it's difficult.
- this man is gone if you kiss his neck. wether it's just a playful peck or like- big kisses, he's WEAK
- he also gets turned on if you hold his arm, bicep.
- he would never tell u to remove an IG story or change outfits, he just has an excuse to admire his girl for what she is tbh
- oh, oh oh... hair scratches? please, max becomes like a baby, fr. that's one of his favourite things in the world, and he also likes gentle yet present tugging.
- he often headlocks you with his bicep for fun
- he likes to be bitten. (just sayin)
- ever since he accidentally left his first hickey on you after improvising some licking, kissing and sucking onto your neck, he has a thing for it but would never admit it.
- he secretly likes when his friends make sex jokes about you and him
ʚɞ ⸝⸝ AS MUCH as he loves your love for cats, Max can't help but hate the new kitten for stealing you from him!
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ warnings : light swearing , fluff , making out
— 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍 incredibly major and irresistible weak-point for cats.
Perhaps it was attributable to the fact that you had never gone a day in your life without owning a kitten, but your system absolutely needed them. You could list all the breeds, names, ages, and years of every cat you had ever owned before, as well as their needs, traits, and appearances.
Max loved it. To be fair, Max loved absolutely anything that had anything to do with you. But, if your weak point was cats, then his was relishing in the kiddish fervor you often fell into over your most favored interests. He swore if the last thing he ever did was hold you in his arms and listen carefully to you geek out about something, he would die a happy man.
So, of course, when you first brought a kitten home, he didn't mind. Not because the kitten was exceptionally cute, or because he was interested in it at all. But because he could combust of pure adoration when he saw you bent over the little thing, nursing it, and nearly kissed the breath out of you every chance he got when you sung the little thing to sleep.
You claimed that, as you came back to your car from a garden shop, you noticed the thing hiding beneath your rear wheel, malnourished and so helplessly small that you steadied it in your lap the whole way home, fearing lest it fall and break.
It would only be for a bit that you were keeping it, you told Max, just until you could get him to the vet and find him a home, but, in 1 night you had named the poor thing and began treating it as if it were your child.
Still, Max could make no protestations to the cat when you were so adorable and he was so fond of you. Even though he was wary, he asked himself what trouble a little kitten could possibly cause him? He was smaller than an apple!
Spoiler alert: trouble it caused him.
Before a week had turned, the kitten had made a sworn enemy out of Max.
There was nothing he envied more than seeing that damn cat in your lap, time and time again, night and day, when, a week ago, it was his head lying there. There was nothing he despised more than that damn cat when he saw you leisurely pet it to sleep, all while Max had gone days without feeling your fingers in his hair.
Neglected. He was utterly neglected. Forgotten, and pushed aside. You got your hands on one cat and now Max was just another boy living with you and sharing a bed. If it was not in your lap, then it was in your hands, or by your feet. It was unbearable. You always had to be somewhere—always had to do something for it. Never did you consider Max's poor feelings.
For the entire week, you were preoccupied with the little shit, feeding it every few hours, nursing it, holding it, blah blah blah. Max couldn't even sit down to stream or record. He was so sick with envy that he had to be there with you while he watched you pore over the creature, just to remind you that your boyfriend needed a little loving. Occasionally you would kiss him, or show him how excited the kitten made you, and it would ease his envy momentarily... but the second he felt neglected again, it was back to square one.
By the end of the week, he was completely done with it. If you weren't so attached to the kitten, he would've thrown it out a long time ago. He wanted nothing more than to settle back into your usual routine... to fall asleep with his head on your chest and your hands in his hair, whispering softly into his ear. Now, a damn cat had replaced him.
And so, it was another night of watching your lovely hands which used to tend him so carefully, become preoccupied with a worthless little animal, and another night of holding back from wrenching it away and demanding the same treatment.
Max was lying beside you on his back, his head propped up on the pillow and his hand beneath the nape of his neck. He was staring contemptuously at the occupied space of your lap—where his head was supposed to be laying—and the hands running up and down the tabby's fur leisurely. You were sitting up against the headboard with your legs stretched out before you.
"Max," you hummed placidly, "don't look at him like that. It scares him."
Wow. Max couldn't believe this. Again, you were casting him aside! He blew out an acrimonious scoff and motioned to the little thing. "Look at it! There's not a thought behind those eyes. You think I scare him? It's too stupid to be scared."
"He's our son," you quickly refuted, and dashed his arm with the back of your hand, eyeing him.
The correction didn't please Max. He grumbled and looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. To hear you speak of him like that... all he wanted was some love! "Our son that we both agreed to put up for adoption..." and again he looked at it and sneered.
"I'm not ready yet!" You didn't believe you'd ever be ready. Your eyes fell to the little bundle curled up in your lap, so young it could scarcely purr, and your heart swelled with love. "...And besides, why do you hate him so much? You promised we could get a cat one day..."
"Yea, because I didn't think it'd replace me!"
The comment made you divert your eyes and attention to your boyfriend on your right. Oh, God, Max was thoroughly upset. His cheeks were flushed in a way as only ever warranted frustration with him and he kept his face out of your line of sight. Despair occupied his mouth. Though he tried to be angry, his jealousy could only ever amuse you. Max got upset over the silliest things, and in the silliest ways... You giggled and poked his arm, but you couldn't prevail.
"Are you jealous, baby?" you quipped, and smiled cheekily, reaching out and trying to grab his face to look at you, but simply being shrugged off in return.
"No. Just..."
He was bad at lying to you. You saw right through him. The little cat in your lap had him positively seething. And in it you saw the perfect opportunity to toy with your boyfriend, as you so loved doing when he was in fits like these.
"I'm all yours," you leaned in and whispered into his ear, planting a kiss at his lobe. Involuntarily—and unintentionally—he shuddered and drew in a breath. Your lips found his jaw, and the nape of his neck, and his shoulder right before the collar of his shirt blocked access. You could feel him relax, a whisper passing his pink lips and his head tilting towards you. Your tongue tasted his shampoo on his slick skin, which thrummed with energy. He had gone a week without this, and, as always, his body gave way to you, slacking and leaning in for more. "All yours," and you pulled back and leaned in for a kiss on the lips, but were quickly rejected.
Max, flushed and hot as he was, his eyes burning, seemed to snap out of your sneaky trance and shook his head obstinately. "Not until you get rid of that little shit," he said hoarsely, and pointed to the cat.
Not even kisses could bridle his anger. You slumped back onto the headboard and blew a breath, chuckling to yourself. "It's not doing anything! Let it sleep, c'mon...!"
Max was still tense from your kisses. He humphed, slumping and curling his lip at the stupid cat as a moment passed in silence, during which your hand fell and continued in smoothing the tabby's fur down. In your preoccupation with the slumbering cat, you failed to notice a spark pass Max's eye as he watched you and the breath of a smile tug his lips. Your boyfriend perked and pulled himself up, suddenly leaning in and abandoning his previous stubbornness. "Fine, I'll let it sleep. We can work around it, no?"
In a singular breath, his hand found your jaw and pulled you forward, clashing your lips on his. Shocked at first, you hummed a yelp into his tongue and tensed, but, as his mouth worked leisurely, thoroughly, and hungrily on yours, you settled into the kiss and fought passionately back.
Max's hand sunk into your hair and tugged it backward, forcing your panting, hot mouth off of his and angling your head backward so as to give him access to begin sloppily biting and kissing down the barrel of your throat and exposed neck. He groaned into your skin, delving into all the sweet crevices that made you react most and leaving wet marks all across your collarbone.
"Max," you breathed into open air, and became so intoxicated in the kiss, that, as his lips found yours again, you failed to notice a body of warmth leaving your lap fast enough until it was too late and Max had completely wrenched the kitten off your thighs, turning and pressing you into the mattress so he could tangle you into his legs, arms, and sheets. "Max!" You yelped, and attempted to push up, but it was too late. You were not going anywhere like this.
Evil. A new low, in fact. Your boyfriend had distracted you with his intoxicating passion just to wrench that poor kitten off your lap and send it flying to the end of the bed. You were trapped in his embrace, and wholly shocked.
"𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐓," he grumbled, and pressed his cheek into your chest. "He's had his turn. Now it's mine."
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katia ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
- no kittens were harmed in the making of this piece 🐱 ay ay ay i'm on a rollllllll. thank you everyone who supported my last fic!! that took a long time!!!!! ❤️ i hope you like this one 🤞it's highkey 12 am so if it sucks it's cause i'm exhausted
for/requested by: (i forgot your user, but i did dm you about it a little ago so i hope you see this! i also put a bit of a twist on it i hope you don't mind)
content warning; smut (unprotected sex, menstrual cycle sex, creampie, max being a softdom, things of that nature)
You’re curled up on the couch when Max notices something’s off.
Not immediately — at first, he just notices the way you’re quieter than usual, you haven’t teased him, your knees are tucked tight to your chest, a soft blanket draped over you like you’re trying to make yourself smaller. He glances over to you from his phone, back to his phone, then back again, brows furrowed.
“Hey,” he says gently. “You okay?”
You hum, shifting in your place a little. The movement makes your breath hitch despite yourself. And that’s what gives you away.
Max sits up, his now phone forgotten. “Hey, no, hey,” he murmurs, scooting closer. “What’s wrong?”
You hesitate a little from embarrassment, you aren’t too familiar with talking to him about this. Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, your palm instinctively moving to hold your abdomen.
“I’m just… in pain,” you admit quietly. “Cramps. They’re a little worse today.”
His expression softens immediately.
“Oh,” he breathes, like it physically hurts him to hear. “Baby…”
He doesn’t touch you right away — just looks, like he’s checking in, making sure he’s allowed. He reaches out, resting a warm hand over yours.
“Okay,” he says softly. “We can fix that. Well—not fix, but… help. At least a little.”
You let out a shaky laugh. “You sound very confident for someone who doesn’t get these.”
“True,” he admits, lips twitching. “But I am very good at taking care of you.”
He’s up in seconds after that — grabbing water, asking if you want a heating pad, a blanket, a snack, something salty, something sweet. He talks the whole time, calm and grounding, like he’s anchoring you to the room.
When he comes back, he settles beside you again, guiding you gently until you’re more comfortable, arm around your shoulders.
“Does this help at all?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “A little.”
He exhales in relief. His thumb rubs slow, absentminded circles against your shoulder.
“There might be something else,” he says after a moment, voice hesitant now. “Only if you’re okay with it. And you can say no — seriously. I won’t be upset.”
You look up at him, searching his face. He looks nervous, but sincere and gentle.
“What is it?”
He swallows. “I just… I know something that might help a little more. But only if you trust me.”
You hold his gaze for a second longer — then nod.
“I trust you.”
-a little later-
He’d already thought ahead — a towel laid neatly on the bed; pillows arranged with care. It made your chest ache, how seriously he was taking this.
“Lay down right here,” he said softly, helping you settle. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
He slips off your shorts along with your panties and tosses them to the floor beside the bed, but he keeps your shirt on so as you don’t feel too exposed. As he reaches down to unbuckle his pants, he hears you exhale in discomfort.
“I know baby, it hurts. You’ll feel better soon…” he says softly, pulling his sweatpants down slowly until he exposes himself. He bends down to open your legs and give your bloated lower abdomen a small kiss before continuing.
He towers over you before settling, his chest on yours, only using half his weight. He comfortably positions his face into the crook of your neck, kissing it with his warm lips, while his hands made their way to rest on your pretty love handles. Max is shy, but he knows it’s going to help.
“Okay,” he breathes out quietly, brushing your sides with his thumbs. “You ready? … I’ll be gentle.” You nod, giving him a small, reassuring smile, then feeling a peck on your cheek.
Max reaches down to align himself with you, his hand coming back up to meet your hip again. He’s slowly pushing his tip in, waiting for your approval. Your mouth falls open, taking a deep breath from how big it is. But he’s so careful, like you’re made of glass, so he doesn’t go any further until you say so. He looks at you, waiting, hoping.
“You can go further, sweet boy.” You say against his jaw.
He does so, ever so slowly, filling you up as you feel the previous pressure from the pain decrease. You exhale in relief as you feel him smiling into your hair. He slips himself out, before going back in, hearing him hold back his whines.
He keeps going, with each moan that slips from your mouth, the pain fading further into the background. He loves hearing you — the soft sounds, the shaky breaths of relief — but it’s getting harder and harder for him to stay quiet. You notice the way his breathing stutters. You slip your hand under his shirt, your fingertips dragging slowly up his back.
He immediately whimpers against your ear, he slows down, his eyes glossy. He stops himself, moving his forehead to meet yours.
“I–I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice small, those sad, wet puppy eyes breaking your heart a little.
You lean up and kiss him, lingering long enough for him to melt into your lips. You pull back, “Hey,” you whisper, your thumbs brushing his bottom lip.
“You don’t have to be quiet; you can make sounds too...” you say as you hear his breath tremble.
“It’s okay,” you add softly. “I like hearing you...”
He nods slowly, still looking at you with those soft, yearning eyes that always undo you.
Then he leans down to kiss you again — deeper this time, less careful, a quiet ‘thank you.’ He slowly fills you again, his breath stutters against your lips, moaning into your mouth. This time he’s deeper, he’s all the way in. He goes slow, like before, like he’s gonna hurt you, feeling so full and then empty again.
He pulls out completely, now rubbing himself against your clit, teasing you; a small groan escaping from his lips.
“Max — please,” you plead into his shoulder.
He raises his head and his eyes meet yours, before you can process anything he slams his cock into you, holding your face and caressing it as he begins to fuck you again, stretching you out, the sound of skin slapping is the only thing you can hear under his soft whimpering. He doesn’t realize what this does to you, it makes you crazy, your body filling with euphoria watching this sweet boy come undone above you. He looks down at your body, viewing the mess you “made.”
“Oh,” he breathes, almost in awe, voice thick. “Look at you… so pretty.”
There’s nothing you could’ve done hearing him say that, other than noticing the ball of pressure building up where your pain used to be, only it’s a good thing. He grabs one of your legs and tosses it over his shoulder, it’s sloppy, the way he’s thrusting, breathing heavily and biting the inside of your thigh here and there.
You can tell he’s close, feeling the heat radiating from his body, adjusting himself to where he was the first time. His eyebrows are furrowing, his voice cracks, “I-I’m,” he manages to get out. His chest is touching yours again, tiny strands of hair sticking to his face. He looks at you with pleading eyes, trying to tell you how badly he wants to cum inside you. You nod, feeling your own coming to its peak.
His head falls to the crook of your neck again, not wanting to be seen when he lets himself go, you’ve never heard him whine like this before, moaning like a pathetic piece of shit into your neck as he slams into you, feeling his cock twitch as his hot sticky cum fills you completely. Noticing that you haven’t finished yet, he keeps going, his cum dripping out of you, getting in between your skin, making webs as he continues to fuck you, it’s overstimulating him, making him whine like a bitch.
It’s all becoming too much, the pit in your abdomen growing as he’s making himself suffer. Your body spazzes, you cover your own mouth as you practically scream into it, tears forming from your eyes, feeling Max’s hand rub your waist with his hand as if he’s comforting you. He brings his forehead to meet with yours and sloppily kisses you, pulling back trying to catch his breath.
“You were right,” you say, your breath catching, “That helped a lot — it doesn’t hurt at all anymore... Thank y —“
He cuts you off, shushing you and shaking his head, giving you a little smile before kissing your cheek.
“Now, let’s get you all cleaned up, sweetheart.”
word count: 1,452
note: I haven't written smut in legit 5 years, so I apologize if it's not that satisfying :( I'm getting better tho!
if you run into any typos or mistakes, no you didn't!!!! /j
