is it possible for ask for smoochies from Maxim? If not, I’ll take one from RZ Michael (⊙_⊙)
Ow, I'm sorry to disappoint you dear. But Maxim can't really kiss :(
First thing's first, Maxim can't move his face muscles AT ALL, due the numerous sensory hardware scattered on it (which are the little red glowing dots).
He can't move his lips either, he doesn't even need to open his mouth when speaking!
And second, even if he had control of his face muscles, he still wouldn't be able to give any smooches, as this action is simply not in his program.
So yeah... Unfortunately, no kisses fro-
...Yeah, okay, never mind. He's basically pressing his lips against your face, but hey! That's something.
I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while even though this isn’t a character I typically write for, but as Ducky has recently decided she likes “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”, I’ve been getting a lot of ideas for one Maxim Horvath. So here you go! *Familiar Characters are not mine!*
Story: In a world where you have your soulmate’s age on your skin until you meet them, you are puzzled by your own mark. Not a number. A question mark.
Warnings: Soulmate AU(surprise, surprise), angsty-ish. Open to writing a 2nd part. Not a normal fandom for me to write for.
Pairings: reader(written with fem! in mind, but no fem!pronouns were used), Maxim Horvath, Balthazar Blake x Veronica(mentioned), Dave Stutler.
When you reached a certain age, a number was supposed to appear on your skin. The number was supposedly the age your soulmate would be when you met them and it appeared in the first place your soulmate would touch your skin. The fact that your mark was on your wrist didn't faze you. What did bother you was the fact that your mark was…different. Instead of a number, you had a question mark glaring back up at you from your skin.
It made absolutely no sense. How could the universe NOT know how old your soulmate would be when you met them? Your best friend, Dave, had been lucky. He met his soulmate at the ripe old age of ten. Granted, that was a rough time for him, but he had recently reconnected with her and things seemed to be going well aside from his new friend, Balthazar.
You didn't care what Dave told everyone; that man was NOT his uncle. He wasn't your soulmate either. He had touched you, but it was the wrong wrist. Not that it mattered. You really didn't want for him to be your soulmate. He irritated you and he was most definitely not your type. You hoped your soulmate was nothing like Balthazar. And it seemed your hopes would be realized when you met him.
Dave had asked you take Tank for a walk since he had been so busy with Balthazar. You'd reluctantly agreed so now you were entering Dave's "secret lab" of sorts to pick up the canine. You froze on the spot when you saw Balthazar being pinned to one of Dave's contraptions by, seemingly nothing. Two other people looked up at you and for a moment, it felt like a never ending staring contest.
You completely ignored the Depeche Mode wannabe in favor of staring into the deep, dark eyes of the older gentlemen. Electricity crackled between you as you stared at one another. Then, as quickly as everything froze, chaos broke loose again.
The feeling of moving against your will made you nauseous. You couldn't even process the fact that you were floating through the air toward the older gentleman you'd been gazing at. As soon as you were close to him, he grabbed your wrist. His grip wasn't tight. Only tight enough you couldn't get away. Without thinking, your hand came up of its own free will and smacked him across the face.
His head whipped to the side and your eyes widened. You hadn't meant to do that. You weren't usually a violent person. But what surprised you more was that, as he turned back to you, something shimmered around his face. When the shimmering stopped you were greeted with sight of your name across his cheek. You gasped rather loudly as you registered that your felt like your wrist was on fire.
The man dropped your wrist and whatever had been holding you up suddenly let go, sending you to the floor. That didn't faze you however as you instantly picked your hand up to look at your wrist. Sure enough, in place of the ridiculous question mark, there was now a name. Maxim Horvath.
To your surprise, Balthazar began chuckling. You swung your eyes over to him for a moment. "Seems like your soulmark was right after all, wasn't it, Horvath?" The other gentleman, Maxim, glared at Balthazar with a venom you'd never seen before. The two of them continued a conversation that confused you. Something about a woman. As much as you didn't want it to hurt, it was clear Maxim wasn't happy about finding his soulmate.
The next thing you knew, Maxim and his crony were leaving. His dark eyes met your gaze for a brief moment before he left. If you hadn't known better, you could have sworn he looked guilty. Dave was at your side. "You okay?" You shook your head as tears began to fall. "No, David. I'm not freaking okay! All this time. All this time thinking the universe was against me and sure enough, I was right! I just met my soulmate and he wants NOTHING to do with me! Not to mention the weird crap that just happened right in front of me! When the hell were you going to tell me you went to Hogwarts, Dave?!" Dave laughed softly, shaking his head while Balthazar looked unimpressed.
"Horvath has been looking for you for a long time," Balthazar interjected, earning a glare from you. You really didn't like that man. "I'm sorry, did you see the way he looked at me?" Balthazar nodded.
"I did. His soulmark stopped making sense a long time ago for him so he set his sights on Veronica, a friend of us both and my soulmate. When Veronica inevitably chose me over him, Horvath's heart was broken. He tried every way possible to get rid of that soulmark because he didn't believe in destiny choosing for us, not when his heart yearned for another. But believe me when I say that Horvath needs you and he will come for you once he's had time to process. That's when we'll get the Grimhold."
"Balthazar, no. We're not using Y/N as bait." Your glare at the older man hardened even further. "You know what, no. I'm not doing this. At all. If he wants to ignore whatever screwed up fate we're dealing with, that's fine. I can handle the consequences. But I won't be part of some little game between you and he over some woman." With that, you turned on your heel to leave as your mind raced with thoughts of the dark-eyed gentleman that would likely never accept you as his soulmate.
(a/n: Maxim is probably one of my favorite Molina characters besides Otto and I really enjoyed writing this. The next fic will be either a Gotham or a Harry Potter fic.)
May I have some headcanons of male!reader comforting Maxim after they had to go through the repeated horrors of R Corp?
Sure thing, R Corp sure is something else. The whole concept of hatcheries is interesting, and I hope to get expanded on more in the future. Also these came out a bit on the angstier side just cause R Corp is (in my opinion) one of the more disturbing corporations. The reader is intended to be male but for anyone else reading you should still be able to enjoy it anyways.
Male!Reader Comforting Maxim Through R Corp Trauma:
On the surface it’s easy to interpret that Maxim is the type of guy who’s not impacted at all by the violent cycles of cloning in R Corp. I mean, he seems to be pretty unbothered by it, even making lighthearted comments and betting on who will be victorious coming out of his colleague’s cloning sessions.
But it does affect him greatly, whether he really acknowledges it or not. It might come in brief sessions where he’s going about his day as he usually would, and the reality of this vicious process hits him. Death may not be a fear anymore, that is until the hatcheries run out of energy, but is that truly something to be glad about?
An eternal life seems like an incredibly powerful feature, but could you even begin to consider this ‘eternal’ life? You die, and a clone fulfills your spot. Does that really seem like a single lifetime?
While he seems to keep quiet about these moments where things seem to settle in, that’s not always a choice for him. You can tell something is off when he doesn’t seem as lively as before, instead a sort of dazed look overtaking his face.
He might be a bit unresponsive, stuck inside his mind, though if you ask he’ll often say he’s alright. It will take a bit of insisting to get him to talk to you, because chances are he doesn’t really feel ready to dredge up the truth yet.
If you can find yourself in a quiet area away from people though, he’ll drop the act and tell you his thoughts and experiences on really everything. He doesn’t break down or get overly emotional, but you can tell there’s a bit of a struggle to his words and hesitation to speak.
He’ll talk about how he came to this job, not understanding fully what he’d be getting himself into. Now, working in a nest is a dream for many, especially when it has to do with a wing, but you truly aren’t aware of what you’re getting yourself in until it’s too late. It’s not as simple as just quitting. You’ve already been hired for the job, exposed to the secrets and horrors, and it’s not like you can just walk out.
Perhaps it was just being blindly optimistic, but he hadn’t expected it to be too bad. It never really was revealed to the public just how R Corp maintains a steady force of expendable soldiers, but some did suspect cloning. Only issue is that cloning was directly against the head’s law, so it left many stumped.
Maybe he had an idea that it might be like cloning, maybe not. Point is, he had no clue that he’d have to be competing with so many other versions of himself. Forced to survive for however long the process of hatchery was able to go, feasting on copies of himself for food, and being forced to kill until you come out on top.
It’s honestly a terrifying experience. You stare into the eyes of a clone who’s dying as they lose consciousness, and it goes black. That could have been him. The other versions of him are still sentient, they don’t share memories, they don’t share consciousness, which means when he dies he may truly die.
Of course, he’ll come back out of a hatchery a bit later, remembering the past events and moving on as though it’s just like waking up. But is that really him? Is that version of him the same person, the same consciousness as the one who’s sitting next to you right now?
It’s honestly a disturbing concept to think about, one that he doesn’t want to know the answer to. Even though it’s most likely he won’t, some form of hope deep inside hopes that it’s just like waking up in a dream to a new life. A reincarnation of sorts, maybe.
There’s not really much you can do aside from offer your support and listening for this subject. It’s not like you could change something, aside from giving your full attention and maybe holding onto his hand or similar.
…Depending if he’s in the suit or not, if he is offering physical affection is probably going to be a bit more difficult to do. Especially when his hands in the armor are like twice the size of your head.
Don’t diminish his hope though. Even if it might be feeding into a false reality, it’s not as though it’s harming anyone but rather letting someone live a more peaceful life, even if slightly.
He’s honestly a bit frustrated too, but he doesn’t react in an angry way, you can just hear the strain in his voice. It feels a bit demeaning to be treated like livestock, I mean the places they come from are literally called hatcheries. Doesn’t it seem quite animalistic? You’d think perhaps it would be a bit more refined if it was part of a wing.
But it’s not even like he can complain about it, no one would listen. While not super common of an event given the lack of energy since the fall of L corp, if his complaints caused too much trouble he may even be deemed as defective and replaced by a different clone.
It doesn’t really help that there’s the looming warning of R Corp essentially pulling the plug to Fourth Pack, resulting in permanent death. Perhaps it was a bit pretentious to be scared of the possibility of a true end when so many citizens of the city face that risk every day, but that didn’t lessen the terror.
It’s a long rant of emotions, one that you usually sit through pretty silently. It’s hard to comment on advice when there isn’t really a solution, but at the very least you can try to make things better at the moment.
Perhaps you can relate to his turmoil if you’re one of the members of the Fourth Pack, or some other pack yourself. It might be good to empathize and let him know that he isn’t the only person to think about it, honestly at some point any employee likely has.
Let him know once he’s calmed down a bit more that you’re here right now, and it’s better to focus on the present than linger and worry about the unchangeable future.
When cloning gives you a sort of loophole to life, everything can sort of blend together and you start to lack an appreciation for the casual pleasantries of life. However moments like these might help you gain those back.
What matters is that you’re here with him now, right? Why not enjoy things while you can. Maybe it’s naive, maybe it’s carefree, but what else can you do? Have fun, go out to places, try things you haven’t before.
Take him out to go eat some place, drag him around the nest, have competitions, make bets. Even if they’re fleeting moments, they add some form of normality back into your lives. And truthfully if he’s having fun with you, it’s a lot easier to be optimistic, and the moments feel like they last a lot longer.
Before he even realizes it he’ll be feeling better, mind no longer focusing on the anxieties he had earlier. It may not be the most healthy method of comforting, but it’s the best you got and you’re going to take it.
After being released from the lamp by the great Merlin, you find yourself happy that you don’t have to live in the lamp for a long time because the sorcerer doesn’t make his wishes immediately. It was a change from the other people who had released you from the lamp before him. You’ve even made friends with his apprentices Blake and Veronica but there was something different lingering between you and the third, Horvath.
He was quite attractive, you have to admit, and as much as you wanted to tell him how you thought about him, you knew deep down that it wouldn’t happen because you were bound to the lamp unless someone used a wish to set you free. And never, in the millions of years that you’ve existed, had anyone thought or said that they would set you free because of their own selfishness and greed.
You sigh as you sit at the desk of your own room in the castle, a room that was made to your liking thanks to Merlin and the power he had now. Your eyes came up and stared out the window of the room, resting your chin in your hand while you stared off at nothing, jumping slightly upon hearing the knock at your door.
“Come in.” You called out, looking towards the door for a moment before looking back out the window.
“Are you alright, my dear?” The sound of Horvath’s voice made you smile as you turned back around to face him.
“I am now.” You say, your gentle smile making a smile twitch at Horvath’s lips. You stand from your chair and saunter towards him, his hands coming out and grasping your own before he pulls you in and kisses your head.
“Is there something on your mind, my little dove?” Horvath’s voice was made of sweet honey and love, something that was meant to be forbidden between the two of you but neither of you could keep it hidden from each other.
“Just wondering what it would be like if someone were to set me free from my bondage to the lamp. To see the world that I’m missing when I’m sheltered in that cramped space.” You explain, frowning as your head turns to look out the window you were looking out of previously. The feeling of Horvath’s finger settling under your chin and coaxing your head back around so your eyes met made a soft smile return to your lips.
“Then I will promise to do exactly that when Merlin is no longer your master. I will find you again and I promise, I will use a wish to set you free.” Horvath explained. A hopeful gleam shined in your eyes when you heard these words but there was a tinge of doubt in your heart.
“But…That could be thousands of years.” You state, expressing your sadness about the wait. Horvath raised your head and looked into your eyes, smiling gently to comfort you.
“It may be a long wait but my promise will stand.” Horvath said in a soft voice, making you smile a little more. A soft nod came from you followed by another kiss to the head before there was a knock on the door to your studies. You frowned softly and looked at Horvath before walking over to the door and opening it, your eyes widening a little when Merlin came into view with a not so pleased expression on his face.
“Horvath, why are you in Y/n’s chambers and not studying?” Merlin asked the older apprentice.
“I was checking up on her studies, making sure she was doing okay.” Horvath answered but Merlin’s expression hardened with disapproval.
“That is why I am here. Now, you are dismissed, Horvath.” Merlin said firmly, stepping aside as Horvath walked towards the door to your room. Your eyes met for a moment and Horvath could see the sadness creeping into your eyes. When the door shut and it was just you and Merlin, the elder sorcerer turned to you and frowned solemnly. He let out a soft sigh and pulled out your lamp, a frown coming to your own lips.
“Master Merlin, please, don’t make me go back in there.” You pleaded softly, your e/c eyes staring up at him with sadness and fear.
“I won’t. Not yet. But I cannot allow Morgana to get a hold of you.” Merlin said, setting the ornate prison on a table to the side. “I have to do something else first.” He added, raising his hands and a blue glow illuminated the room. You stepped back as your eyes widened, heart pounding in your chest as your memories with Merlin and the apprentices faded away. While you were unconscious, Merlin used the lamp to seal you up and placed a spell on the containment to make it so the lamp and you were undetectable by any forces, even Morgana.
Chapter One
Maxim Horvath x Genie!Female Reader
Word Count: 865
Prologue
You stood upon hearing the front door of the apartment open and shut, letting you know that Dave was home from his classes. He looked at you and chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know, you don’t have to do that every time I come back.” Dave told you and before you could speak up, Dave put his hand up and shook his head. “And no more of ‘Master Dave’, just Dave is fine with me.” Dave added, letting his hand fall and you nodded quietly while letting your eyes fall to the floor.
“My apologies. Force of habit.” You said, putting your hands together while you continued to stare at the floor. Dave chuckled softly and approached you, kneeling down and smiling his goofy smile towards you.
“Come on, why don’t I take you to see my lab? Maybe that’ll cheer you up.” Dave said, standing back up and grabbing his jacket. You lifted your head and looked at Dave, smiling at the thought of leaving the apartment finally. You were quick to stand up and your regular genie clothes shifted to a loose fitting hoodie and pants that were similar to what you had seen Dave wear. It wasn’t a very long walk to the lab and you smiled sheepishly at Dave when he scrambled to open the door and hold it for you.
You stepped inside and walked down the stairs, seeing someone standing in the center of the large room with dirty blonde hair and wearing a long, black trench coat. “Oh right.” Dave said before clearing his throat. “Y/n, this is Balthazar.” Dave introduced and something about the name was familiar to you but you couldn’t place how it was. The man turned around and looked at you, his eyes widening with a look of recognition in them.
“You look as young as the day Merlin summoned you.” Balthazar said, his expression relaxing into a small but genuine smile as he looked you over.
“I’m sorry, have we met before?” You asked, raising a curious brow as you finished descending the staircase and stepped onto the stone floor. Balthazar was silent before nodding a little.
“A long time ago.” He said, becoming silent for a little while longer before snapping out of his solemn state and turning his attention back to Dave. “Anyway, Dave. You do remember that we have training today, right?” Balthazar asked the young adult.
“Uh, yeah. I figured Y/n could be here and watch since she claims to be a genie.” Dave said, chuckling a little because he still didn’t believe that you were actually a genie bound to lamp until someone set you free.
“She is.”
“I am.”
You and Balthazar looked at each other, your eyes wide with surprise that he knew such a thing about you when you had just met him a few moments earlier.
“Um, okay. What’s going on here?” Dave asked, looking between you and Balthazar with a nervous gleam in his eyes as he took a few steps away from both of you. You looked at Dave and shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets while returning your attention to Balthazar, who sighed heavily and rubbed his face.
“A really, really long time ago, when I and two others were the apprentices of Merlin, he found an oil lamp with intricate details and made of pure silver mixed with diamond. Turns out that lamp was-”
“My lamp. How do you know this? Who are you?” you narrowed your eyes at Balthazar and pressed your lips into a firm line. Balthazar rolled his eyes a little before continuing.
“Yes, that was your lamp. He was going to use his wishes to destroy Morgana Le Fay, our enemy but Horvath betrayed us. I still don’t know why he did but it led to the death of Merlin and immortality of myself, Veronica, and Horvath. I was tasked to find the Prime Merlinian, the one who would inherit Merlin’s ring and put an end to Morgana once and for all. That Prime Merlinian is you, Dave. That’s why I’ve been training you.” Balthazar finished explaining, looking between the two of you. You were silent for a long time and lifted your head when a hand was placed on your shoulder.
“You okay?” Dave asked, throwing a concerned look your way as you looked at him and then at Balthazar.
“Why don’t I remember any of this?” You asked, ignoring Dave’s question and focusing on why you didn’t have any memories of having the Great Merlin as your master once or meeting his apprentices.
“Because a few days before Horvath betrayed us, Merlin wiped your memory of ever meeting him or knowing him or us at all. It was a precaution if Morgana were to ever get a hold of you.” Balthazar explained, watching your expression change at the new information you were just given. You drew your gaze to the floor and felt so many emotions that it was making you dizzy so, in that moment, you disappeared in a cloud of f/c smoke, letting Balthazar know that you had gone back to your lamp for the time being.
You were sitting in the living room with a book in hand and your glasses on your nose, reading to pass the time since Maxim was forcing you to stay instead of going to work. There came a part in your book where things got intense and you lifted your gaze for a moment, imagining if it were you and Maxim instead of the characters in the book. Your face flushed a soft pink and you shook your head a little before turning your attention back to your book to continue reading. Things were a little tense after the night when Maxim brought you to his home and the two of you raised your voices at each other. You felt bad about the whole thing because you knew you should’ve told Maxim, you knew he would’ve taken care of it and cared for you. You sighed heavily and shut the book, setting it down on the coffee table before getting up from the couch and going into the kitchen to get yourself a snack.
“Feel free to make yourself something to eat or drink. I’ll be back later.”
That’s what Maxim had told you before he left for work and you frowned a little, remembering the glint of hurt in his eyes when he looked at you. “God, I’m such an idiot.” You scolded yourself, shaking your head and leaving the kitchen. Your eyes glanced back towards the book you were reading and an image that your mind had formed from one part in it returned to your mind. You chewed on your lip and looked towards the staircase, ascending it and heading into Maxim’s bedroom where you had been sleeping for the last few days. Your eyes settled on the closet and you walked over to it, throwing open the doors and looking at Maxim’s button up shirts and casual clothes, sifting through them before picking one and looking at it with some more thought.
A mischievous smirk came to your lips as you closed the closet doors and set the shirt of the bed. You were definitely needing a shower so this was the perfect time and you had hopes that your plan would help push things back in the better direction where things wouldn’t be so tense and awkward between you and Maxim. Your shower didn’t take very long and once you were out and dried out, you looked at the deep blue dress shirt laying on the bed, waiting to be put on. Without another thought, you put the shirt on, being careful about your still slightly bruised arm from being broken. You turned around and looked at yourself in the mirror, smiling a little with a saddened look in your eyes from the memory of Maxim’s arms around you. You so deeply wished to have the feeling again but you had a plan that needed to be executed and with that, you went back downstairs to the living room where you had been earlier in the day.
The wait wasn’t very long because you heard the front door open and close followed by a heavy sigh from Maxim as he placed down his keys and hung up his jacket. You listened to his footsteps move through the hallway between the kitchen and living room before stopping where the entrance to the living room was. “What are you wearing?” Maxim asked, raising a sharp brow at you while you held back the smirk that so badly wanted to form on your lips.
“One of your shirts.” you answered in a casual voice while turning the page in your book. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you glanced up from your book, looking at Maxim with a neutral expression and seeing an unfamiliar gleam in his eyes as he looked you up and down from his spot in the hallway.
“And why are you wearing one of my dress shirts?” Maxim asked, putting his hands in his pockets and turning towards the living room more before leaning against the wall that separated the hallway from the living room.
“Because I wanted to. I took a shower and wanted to put something else on so I put one of your shirts on.” you said, shrugging a little as you turned your eyes back down into the pages of your book and proceeded to read. You listened to Maxim’s footsteps, forcing yourself to not pay any attention to him and keep your eyes on your book until it was snatched from you, snapped closed and placed on the side table beside the arm of the couch.
“How are your wounds?” Maxim asked, now standing behind you and you tensed a little, swallowing hard.
“They’re fine. I can breathe better and move my arm more. Why do you-Agh!” you squealed when you were suddenly picked up and thrown over Maxim’s shoulder, gripping the back of his suit jacket while you tried to look at him but couldn’t so your attention was stuck on the floor and the view of Maxim’s fine ass. After a few moments, you were lifted and laid down on the softness of the bed you had been sleeping in recently, your eyes gazing up at Maxim while he slipped his jacket off and tossed it aside. You pinched your brows together and raised one when seeing this because he never threw his nice clothes, especially his suits but the feral look in his eyes brought to the realization that seeing you in his clothes was a major turn on for him. Your cheeks flushed a deep red and your confidence was stripped away while Maxim was taking in your figure in his shirt and no pants. He brought you close to him and embraced you in a hungry and passionate kiss, his hands gently cradling your face while your lips and tongues danced together in an elegant, love filled waltz.
“Tell me to stop.” Maxim whispered breathlessly against your lips, his eyes meeting yours. You noticed how blown his pupils were and that stirred something inside of you.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered back, feeling that if you spoke any louder, this reality would shatter and you would be back on the couch, reading your book. Maxim stared into your eyes for what felt like a very long time before he pressed his lips to yours again, his hands moving down to hold your hips and bring you to the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. I was just so scared. I didn’t want to lose you. You mean so much more than you think to me.” Maxim said softly between kisses, his words making you realize that you had almost died, twice. And he had every right to be terrified in those moments because even though it has gone unsaid, you loved him and you didn’t want to see him in pain, physical or emotional. Your petite hands came up and lifted his head so his eyes gazed into yours.
“Don’t apologize, you had every right to be afraid. I was afraid too. I was afraid that I was going to miss the chance of having a life with you.” You reassure him, seeing his eyes tear up a little before he picks you up and holds you close to him, as close as possible. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck in the embrace. You hadn’t expected things to turn in this direction but you weren’t going to complain. Maxim laid you back down on the bed and began decorating your neck and collarbone with kisses, his fingers nimbly working to unbutton the shirt and revealing the matching bra and panty set you were wearing.
Maxim was still for a moment before looking at you and you watched as a smirk crept onto his lips. “Darling. What’s this?” He asked, his words slow and intentional.
“J-just my garments.” You stuttered out, forgetting about the touch of small hoops and hooks that could be used for restraints or design.
“Are you forgetting about these little details?” He asked, hooking his fingers into the hoops and yanking you closer to him, pulling a squeal of surprise from your throat and causing a swirl of heat and arousal stir in your body. You panted softly and swallowed hard, staring up at your lover with eyes full of arousal and need. “You’re quite the tease whether you realize it or not.” Maxim growled softly, the animalistic sound making a heat pool in your core and starting soaking your panties. Maxim chuckled softly and leaned down, pressing feather-light kisses to your stomach and waist, his fingers grazing each newly formed scars carefully. You looked down at him and watched his soft and ginger nature come back out, making you smile a little when he looked up at you and rubbed your thighs and hips gently.
“I’ve missed this so much, Maxim.” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair and loosening it up a bit while he continued to press kisses against your skin, showing your scars some love as well. “I’ve missed your touch and your warmth.” you added, your voice dropping to almost a whisper as Maxim trailed down with his kisses until he was at the waistline of your panties. His eyes came up and gazed at you with a look of pure love and desire, the feeling you got from seeing this only being described as fluttery and warm inside.
You coaxed Maxim up so you were face to face and pulled him into another heated kiss, beginning to help him undress after the silent agreement between the two of you that he was overdressed compared to you. When you went to remove Maxim’s shirt, your hands were grabbed, preventing you from unbuttoning his shirt so you looked at him and saw the familiar look of insecurity on his face that you would have whenever you looked at your scars in the mirror. You gave him a gentle smile, feeling him release your hands and allow you to proceed with unbuttoning and removing his shirt. “You’re perfect, Maxim.” You whispered against his lips, feeling his hands kneading at your hips and thighs while he decorated your skin with kisses and love bites that would surely bruise later.
You were gingerly pushed onto your back and your eyes looked down at Maxim as he settled between your legs, still kneading and massaging your legs with his hands. You let out a stuttering breath when you watched his fingers hook under the waist of your panties and start sliding them down your legs, Maxim’s eyes on you the entire time in case you changed your mind and didn’t wish to continue. But that was not your case. The eye contact that you and he held while he slipped your panties off of you caused you to rub your thighs together for some friction but it was not enough and Maxim noticed this.
Your face flushed the deepest red possible while you watched him coax your legs open and kiss the inside of your thighs, bringing his lips up and up but not yet giving you the desired touch you needed. “You call me a tease. Who’s being the tease now?” you chuckled a little with a hint of impatience in your voice, showing how needy you were for him.
“You dressed in one of my shirts on purpose, this is only a small punishment for being so goddamn irresistible.” Maxim smirked up at you before attaching his lips to your pussy and pulling a gasp from your lungs. You threw your head back into the mattress and allowed your eyes to flutter close, moans and hums continuing to be pulled from your lips while Maxim ravished you with the skill of his mouth and tongue. The moment and his actions were slow and sensual but it all nudged you closer to your peak little by little. A squeal came from you when you felt Maxim’s tongue push into your entrance and move around in your walls. “F-fuck~” you breathed out, eyes rolling back while you relished in the pleasure that Maxim was bringing to you. You could feel him smile against your cunt and it only urged you on closer until he pushed a finger into your walls to replace his tongue. A whine of pleasure slipped through your lips and looked down at Maxim through a pleasureful haze, watching him come back up while moving his finger in and out of you with the occasional ‘come hither’ motion that would brush against a bundle of nerves that stirred you on. When Maxim kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue and moaned into the kiss when he added another finger. Maxim repeated the pattern of thrusting his fingers and curling them to brush your g-spot over and over while your moans grew higher in pitch, letting Maxim know that you were close to your climax.
When you were so close to release, Maxim retreated his fingers, pulling a groan from you and you looked at him with a pout. Maxim laughed shortly at the amusing look on your face from the denial of your orgasm. “Does my darling not like being denied her release?” Maxim teased before licking his fingers clean of your juices. Your pupils widened to the point where only a sliver of their color was visible when you watched him clean his fingers, your throat working to swallow when he did and Maxim watched you do this.
“Please? I need you. I need all of you, every last part of you.” You begged softly when Maxim dropped his hand and turned to you, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Say that again.” Maxim said, his own breaths faltering after you begged for him.
“I need you, Maxim. I want every part of you.” You begged again, watching how your puppy eyes and begging affected him. Maxim muttered out a curse under his breath before grabbing your legs from under your knees and pulling you to the side of the bed, holding your face in his hands while he smashed his lips against yours in a kiss full of desire. Your hands came down and worked your fingers to remove his belt and open his slacks while hungrily kissing Maxim in return the entire time. When you finally needed air, you looked in Maxim’s eyes, pushed him back a little and dropped to your knees in front of him. The flushed look of his face amused you as you dragged his pants down enough to pull out his cock, which was standing tall and begging for attention so you complied and wrapped your hand around his shaft and worked your hand from shaft to tip and back with a slight twisting motion in your motions.
You listened to the moans that you pulled from Maxim’s throat, smiling up at him and deciding to go further as you pressed a kiss to his tip. Maxim’s breath caught in his throat from the feeling and his eyes came down to stare at you as you wrapped your lips around the flushed head of his cock. He swallowed hard and grunted and groaned softly while you sucked and swirled your tongue around his cock. “Fuck, you look beautiful on your knees like this.” Maxim groaned out, one of his hands coming to comb through your hair and caress the side of your face while you managed to open your throat enough to take all of Maxim’s length into your mouth. The slight look of surprise on Maxim's face told you that others, if anyone, weren’t able to take his size but you weren’t backing down from a challenge. You pulled off with a small pop of your lips and let out heavy breaths, bringing your eyes up and watching Maxim while you continued to stroke his length and pulled moan after groan from your lover.
It didn’t take long before you were pulled from your knees and laid down on the bed, Maxim crawling onto top of you while trailing his tongue up from your waist to your breast and proceeding to knead one while sucking the nipple of the other. You hummed out in pleasure and leaned your head back into the bed, your hands gripping Maxim’s shoulders while your skin burned in places where his hands touched and tingled where his tongue had been. The slow and sensual feeling of the heated moment returned and Maxim lifted his head, looking into your eyes while you parted your legs for him and panted heavily, out of breath. You chewed on your bottom lip when his hands grazed your legs while he lined himself up to your aching pussy, giving you one last look before bottoming out in one swift movement.
You moaned out and gripped the sheets beneath you, the pleasure so much that you started to see small stars. Maxim waited for you to settle into the bed before he started thrusting slowly and meaningfully into you. His hands came up and interlocked with yours, pressing the back of your hands into the sheets and marking your skin more in places that will allow the world to see who you belong to. Each thrust into your walls nudged you closer to the denied orgasm from earlier, your hands gripping Maxim’s a little tighter while your body pressed itself against Maxim. One of Maxim’s hands released yours and came around to support the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him and feeling your core tighten little by little at a time. Maxim felt your walls flutter around his cock, letting him know that you were close to your peak just as he was and rested his head against your shoulder.
“I love you, Y/n.” Maxim moaned out as he reached his own orgasm when yours hit you at the same time, the tightness in your core snapping and sending relief over your body. You screamed out in pleasure and your eyes rolled back from the intense wave of pleasure that had been built up with the denial earlier.
“I love you, Maxim.” You hummed out, panting heavily as you came down from the high you were given from your orgasm. Your eyes slowly opened and gazed at Maxim, seeing the blissed out expression on his face that matched your own. You smiled up at your lover as the both of you caught your breath and started giggling when you realized just how long it took for either of you to finally tell the other that you loved them. Maxim raised a brow as a smile formed on his lips, curious to know why you were laughing.
“Darling, why are you laughing?” He asked, still smiling at you.
“Because it took us so long to say ‘I love you’ even after the hell that we’ve been through together.” you explained, calming down from your small laughing fit and looking at your lover with a look of happiness on your face that Maxim hadn’t seen in such a long time.
“You’re a dork, my love.” Maxim said, kissing your head and laying down beside you, his smile never leaving his face.
“I’m your dork and you love me.” You said, curling into his side and feeling his arm wrap around you, holding you close to his warm figure as you both drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other’s grasp. You weren’t expecting to have such an effect on Maxim when you put on his shirt but you couldn’t ask for a better outcome. You finally said ‘I love you’ and you had a feeling that things were going to be okay now.
You looked up at the towering building in the city of New York, your nerves on fire with anxiety. It was your first day as the replacement secretary for the CEO of the biggest fashion line company in the world. You looked down at your folder of things to know that was given to you when the previous secretary gave you the position. Your eyes came back up to the building and you took in a deep breath, the attempt to calm your nerves failing as soon as you walked through the doors of the structure. An entrance of great grandeur greeted your eyes and your jaw dropped in awe as you looked around. When you had your interview, you were not brought in through the front doors so you did not get to see the amazing architecture of the foyer. You snapped out of your amazement when someone clears their throat at your side, your eyes landing on a slightly older woman than you with grays in her hair and firm green eyes.
“Stop gawking and get to work,” the older woman snapped, ushering you towards the elevators when she pressed the button to the second to the top floor and allowed the doors to slide closed. Your eyes didn’t move from the number that changed with each passing floor, your heart moving into your throat and pounding in your ears. You had heard things about the CEO and how ruthless he can be to his employees, your mind making up this terrifying man towering over everyone from the back and imagining the awful things that he could do. This almost sent you into a panic but you were quick to choke it down just as the doors opened to Floor 124. Upon the doors opening, you noticed the very few people on this floor, probably secretaries of different departments. ‘Lucky.’ you thought. You had gotten Secretary to the CEO and was currently fearing that you would be fired immediately but there seemed to be no sight of the CEO anywhere on the floor so you took this as your chance to get to your desk and organize your stuff before he arrived.
It wasn’t long when the elevator dinged again and everyone on Floor 124 hurried towards the line of desks that made a path. Each had a folder in arms of their projects and product ideas and each had a nervous or terrified look in their eyes. You followed their example and grabbed your folder before standing near the double doors that separated the office of the CEO from the rest of them. You stared slightly downwards at the carpeting in the room so you weren’t staring right at whoever entered from the elevator. You hadn’t how much time passed and certainly didn’t hear the voice accepting and declining the different folders of the different departments. That is, until the decorative stones of a cane yanked down your folder and your head shot up only for your eyes to meet fierce, hazelnut eyes that held a dangerous gaze in them. You swallowed hard, knowing exactly who this was in your face. “So you’re the new secretary she picked.” his voice sent chills down your spine, and not the good ones. A little bit of color drained from your face when the CEO stood up straight, confirming your idea that he towered over everyone else. You felt like a gazelle cornered by a hungry lion in your situation.
You watched his hand come out to take your folder and look at it like he did with the rest of them. You swallowed hard, struggling to push down your pounding heart while you handed the folder to him and your eyes never left his until he broke the gaze and looked down into your folder.
There was silence for a long time as the CEO flipped through the different pages in your portfolio, his expression melting from firm and bored to a raised brow of impression and you could’ve swore that you saw the corner of his lips quirk a little to form a small smile. He looked at you again and his expression neutralized. Even more silence filled the room before the boss spoke up. “Impressive.” He said before pushing open the doors to his office and waiting for you to enter so he could evaluate you himself. You glanced back at the other secretaries and saw that most of them held regretful or fearful looks in their eyes, probably wondering what was going to happen to the new girl.
“Chop chop, I don’t have all day.” The CEO’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly shuffled into the office before hearing the doors click shut and the fine tapping sound of the man’s dress shoes against the flooring. He made his place in the chair at the desk and looked at you like he was going to eat you alive, hands laced together and resting on the top of his desk. “Now, tell me. What makes you think that you will work here longer than anyone else prior to you?” his deep voice held a menacing tone as he stared you down.
You took a deep breath and gathered all of the confidence and courage you possibly could before looking at him and answering. “Because I’m the best at what I do and will ensure that everything you need done will be carried out perfectly and in a timely manner.” You answered, watching as his brows raised a little before he leaned back in his chair. The corner of his lips quirked up a little in a small smirk.
“Oh really now? And what makes you say that?” He asked, crossing his arms over his broad shoulders and continuing to stare you down.
“Because I know what I’m doing.” You said confidently, standing your ground and refusing to shrink under your boss’s gaze.
“We’ll see about that.” With those words, almost all of your confidence went away and you felt like you had just made the biggest mistake by challenging this man with your ability to work.
