#I am under a blanket. My radiator is at max. I am in sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

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HOT TAKE : Y/N POV AFTER “COMING” TEXT

(in which Max comes into the bathroom with half naked y/n in the midst of blowing her hair 🫡)

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“Max…”

“Yes, Schätze?” He ran a gentle hand through my hair.

“Kiss me.” His touch stilled, and he stiffened.

“Please.” I licked my lips.

“You have no idea what you’re asking me.”

“Yes, I do.” I pressed a hand against his abdomen, feeling it tremble beneath my touch.

“Unless you don’t want to.”

He left out a half-laugh, half-groan.

“Does this feel like I don’t want to?”

He grasped my hand and pulled it down until it rested on the most masculine part of him. My breath stuttered at his sheer heat and size—obvious even under his sweatpants—and I curled my fingers around the thick rod, fascinated by the power I held in my palm.

He then spins me and shoves me against the door, grabbing both of my wrists. He presses them against the wall above my head and says,

“y/n?”

He’s looking at me so intently, I stop trying to fight him off of me and I hold my breath. His chest is pressing against mine, my back is pressed to the door. Then, something settled in the air around us. Something thick and sultry that changed the entire atmosphere.

“Close your eyes,” he requested.

Although it hadn’t been a question.

Not really.

It didn’t matter because my eyelids fell immediately shut. For the first time in my life, I did exactly as Max had said without putting up a fight. Not a single bone in my body was willing to do anything else but follow his directions. Letting him show me whatever he was after.

Eyes closed, I felt him stepping closer, his proximity like a warm blanket I wanted to wrap myself in. With each lingering moment that passed, where I waited, every other sense gradually heightened. I could hear my heavy breathing, feel my chest heaving up and down, sense the way my blood was being pumped through my body, reaching my temples with growing intensity. I could feel the warmth radiating off Max’s large body in waves that seemed to be in perfect sync with my heartbeat.

And as his silence crowded the space between us, I kept waiting. In the darkness that had swallowed me, I anticipated his words, his touch, his next move like I had never anticipated anything in my life. Like I was ready to come out of my skin if he didn’t follow up that first command. Hating and relishing in every second that separated me from whatever was going to come next.

“Once, I told you I was patient.”

Max’s breath fell on my temple, sending a rush of sensation along the back of my neck.

“That I wasn’t scared to work hard for what I want”

I let the anticipation simmer in my blood. I let him take that choice away from me. And just as if he could read me like an open book, he did exactly that.

His lips finally brushed the skin right beneath my ear, triggering an outbreak of shivers that ran down my body, not sparing a single inch of flesh.

“It’s becoming really hard to make myself wait.”

Another pass of his lips over the same patch of skin.

“You are very close to driving me out of my mind.”

A humorless chuckle left his lips then, the soft puff of air caressing and tickling my skin too.

“But I am a man of my word.”

My breath hitched in my throat when his lips came into contact with my neck once more, that time remaining there a heartbeat longer. Max’s fingers trailed up my arm, reaching the other side of my neck and cupping my face. Just how he had done earlier.

“Do you want me to step away?”

His thumb grazed my jaw slowly. My lips parted, and all I managed was a weak shake of my head.

And then his mouth is on mine.

Warm pressure against my lips.

Despite the strength behind them, his lips are like silk. I’m shocked at the moan that rushes through me, and even more shocked when I part my lips and want more. His tongue slides against mine and he releases my wrists to grab my face. His kiss grows deeper and I grasp at his hair, pulling him closer, feeling the kiss in my entire body.

Both of us become a medley of moans and gasps as the kiss brings us over the edge, our bodies wanting more than our mouths can deliver. I feel his hands as he reaches down and grabs my legs, lifting me up and hooking them around his waist.

My God, this man can kiss.

It’s as if he takes kissing as seriously as he takes his profession.

“y/n?” he whispers, looking at me sincerely.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Those words wrap around me like a warm blanket. I don’t know what to say in response. He lifts a hand and gently cups my cheek, and I feel his stare deep in my stomach. Slowly, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I expect a peck, but he doesn’t pull back. The tip of his tongue slides across my lips, parting them softly. His mouth is so warm, I moan as his kiss grows deeper.

He rolls me onto my back and then drags his hand down my body, straight to my hip. He moves closer, sliding his hand down my thigh. He pushes against me and a surge of heat shoots inside me. I grab a fistful of his hair and whisper against his mouth.

“Max?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I think we’ve waited long enough. I would very much like for you to fuck me now.”

WELL NOW I CANT BREATHEEE