im not sure if you take requests but if you do could you maybe have a look at shy fem!reader in an established relationship with max - and she ends up innocently teasing him the whole day which makes him act wild
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sine of distraction | max hatter x fem reader (study date, bedroom, x fem reader, established relationship, all lowercase, his dorm bedroom, accidental teasing, oneshot)
it had been two hours, and max hadn’t read a single line on the page in front of him.
the two of you were sprawled out across his bed, surrounded by a disaster of highlighters, index cards, and heavy math textbooks. it was late afternoon, the sun dipping low outside the window and casting a warm, golden glow across his dorm room. it should have been a normal, productive study session for your upcoming midterms.
except for the fact that you were driving him completely out of his mind.
you hadn't done it on purpose. you were far too shy and far too focused on your flashcards to realize the absolute torture you were subjecting him to.
for starters, you weren't dressed in one of your usual outfits. you were wearing a tiny, thin blank top that swam on your frame. the neckline was loose, low enough to expose the softness of your cleavage. your hair was styled down, and you were wearing a necklace that max had never seen on you before.
he thought you looked devastatingly pretty. so pretty, in fact, that his brain had entirely short-circuited the second you sat down on his mattress.
"okay, max, next problem," you murmured softly, your quiet voice cutting through the silence of the room.
you shifted on the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest. in doing so, your shoulder pressed firmly against his side. max’s whole body went rigid. his jaw clenched, his eyes staying glued to the blanket as he tried to remember how to breathe normally.
"max?" you prompted gently.
"yeah," he rasped, clearing his throat quickly and trying to regain his usual cool composure. "yeah, hit me, sweetheart. i'm ready."
you leaned over his lap to grab the next flashcard from the pile resting near his hip. as you reached across him, your warmth brushed by, and your left hand casually dropped onto his thigh for support.
max’s breath hitched sharp and loud in his throat.
your fingers were warm through the fabric of his jeans, resting right above his knee, completely innocent. you didn't even notice the way his leg instantly stopped bouncing, or how his erection was restraining against his pants.
"what’s the exact value of sine of five pi over six?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.
you were so close. the faint, sweet scent of your neck washed over him, completely clouding his senses. every single instinct in his body was screaming at him to drop the textbook, grab your waist, and pull you into his lap until there was no space left between you.
"max?" you repeated, your brow furrowing slightly in concern.
when he didn't answer right away, you shifted your weight again, dragging your hand further up his thigh as you sat up straight. you tilted your head, your innocent, wide eyes searching his face.
"are you feeling okay? your face is kind of flushed."
"i'm fine," max choked out, his voice a full octave lower than normal.
he wasn't fine. he was dying.
"are you sure?" you asked quietly.
you reached out with your free hand, resting your soft palm against his cheek to test his temperature. your thumb lightly brushed over his cheekbone, your thumb hovering right near his lower lip.
that was the final, agonizing straw.
max let out a low, frustrated whine. before you could even register the sound, his hand shot out, wrapping firm and warm around your wrist. he didn't hurt you, but the sudden movement made you gasp, your eyes going wide.
without saying a word, max shoved the heavy textbook off his bed. it hit the floor with a loud thud, but neither of you cared.
in one swift, fluid motion, max grabbed your hips and pulled you directly into his lap. you let out a tiny, flustered squeak as your knees landed on either side of his thighs, forcing you to sit straddling him. his hands slid up from your hips to grip your back, his long fingers digging into the soft fabric to hold you flush against his chest.
"m-max?" you stammered, your face instantly burning red. "what are you doing?"
"you," max murmured, his voice rough and thick with restraint. "i'm trying not to lose my mind because of you."
he leaned in close, burying his face into the crook of your neck where your collarbone was exposed. he let out a long, heavy exhale against your skin, making a shiver run down your entire spine.
"i don't understand," you whispered, your hands hovering nervously over his broad shoulders before finally resting against his chest. you could feel his heart hammering wildly against your palms. "did i do something wrong?"
max pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. the usual playful, teasing spark in his doe eyes was gone, replaced by a dark, intense heat that made your breath catch in your throat.
"you've been sitting here for hours, looking ridiculously hot, touching my leg, putting your hands on me..." max rasped, his gaze dropping down to your lips before flicking back up to yours. "and you act like you have no idea what it's doing to me."
your mouth opened slightly in realization. "i... i was just trying to help us study..."
"i don’t think i’ve read a single word on these pages, y/n," he confessed softly, his thumb tracing the sharp line of your jawline. "all i've been thinking about is taking your stupid shirt off and kissing you."
a thick, heavy silence fell over the room, the electric tension between you two turning almost overwhelming. your heart was beating just as fast as his now. shyly, you looked down at his lips, then back up into his eyes.
"well..." you whispered, your quiet voice barely audible over the sound of your own racing pulse. "this shirt does come off pretty easily."
max froze for a fraction of a second, processing your words. a slow, wicked smirk slowly crept onto his face, his eyes darkening with absolute satisfaction.
"you are so, so sweet, my pretty girl," he murmured.
his hands moved gently to lift the loosely fitted shirt off your body, setting it carefully on the floor beside the bed. the second his hands were free, he brought his fingers to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair, pulling your hair back ever so slightly to tease you.
max didn't wait another second. he pulled you down, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry, desperate kiss that completely stole the air from your lungs.
the end.
