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With the Stroke of a Brush

Maxim Horvath X F!Reader

Chapter 2, Complimentary colours

Continuation from Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit (18+)

WC: 2000

Soulmates, soul bonding, idiots in love, kissing, body painting, foreplay, smut, (a world where magic is normal)

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you sketched his features. You could feel his eyes boring into you, watching your every move. Glancing at him now and then, so you could compare with your painting, kept bringing you out in a hot blush.

"Are you always so easily flustered?" He asked, breaking the silence.

You hide your face behind your canvas.

"No. It's just the way you're staring at me"

"Admiring"

"Mm"

You peek out from the side of your canvas to meet his eyes again.

"I'm admiring. Not staring"

A big smile split your face as you look down at the floor, once again feeling the heat return to your face.

"You know, I find your blushing rather cute. I don't want you to hide it from me"

God! Does he want me to completely melt?!

He smiles warmly at you when you force yourself to fully move back, to allow him a full view of you.

"I-I think I'm almost finished" you whisper.

Switching paint brushes, you dip into the dark blue again. You flick the brush forward a few times, forming random blobs over your work.

"Do you have a favourite colour, Y/N?"

"Yes, orange. Why?"

"Do you think you could add some orange?"

You stop painting to look at him, willing him to explain.

"I'd like your orange to dance with my blue"

You felt your heart swell at his words. The heat that started on your face now spread over your whole body. Pulling your eyes off him, you move to pick up a clean brush. Once you'd mixed enough to form your favourite shade of orange, you hold your hand out beckoning him to you. Leaving his cane on the chair, he slowly makes his way towards you. Suddenly you felt nervous about letting him see your painting.

What if he doesn't like it?

Now standing beside you. You watched his eyes look over your painting but his expression was unreadable.

"Y/N...this is stunning" you let out the breath you'd been involuntarily holding.

"I'm glad that you see me in such a handsome light" he smiles down at you.

At a loss for words, you take his large hand in yours and place a kiss in the middle of his palm.

Now it was his turn to blush. You were glad that he was affected by you just as much as you were by him.

Putting the brush now coated with orange in his hand, you begin to lead his hand to the canvas but he doesn't let you.

"I don't want to ruin your work"

"You won't. I'll guide you"

You smile up at him as he let's you move his hand forward. With your hand still on top of his, you begin to move around letting the brush curve in a wavy pattern. Once you'd created almost flame-like strokes with the orange, you reach for the blue coated brush with your other hand and add some similar strokes around the orange. You take the brush from him and tap it forward lightly, creating some small orange dots to mingle with the large blue ones that were scattered over the suit.

"Is this close to what you wanted?"

When you're met with silence, you turn to see that he is no longer looking at the painting but at you. You smile, tilting your head slightly to get his attention. He smiles back and nods.

"Beautiful" he whispers, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

"You aren't even looking at it"

The mischief in his eyes stops you from giggling. He places his hands on your hips and fists your oversized painting shirt, pulling you slowly to him.

Only at that moment did you realise what you'd been wearing this whole time. While he was in a amazingly expensive looking suit, you were in your massive painting shirt which completely hid your shape and a pair of old leggings. You didn't feel attractive at all beside him and yet he still seemed to find you desirable.

Catching on to your thoughts, he brings a hand under your chin to lift your gaze away from his clothes and back to his eyes. He looks deep into your eyes for a few seconds, before leaning in to kiss you softly. His lips quickly find their way to your jaw and then down your neck, each kiss leaving a burning tingle on your skin from his beard. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his hands rub up your sides slowly, to eventually stop at the first button of your shirt. Placing one more kiss to your neck he lifts his head enough to look at you, asking for permission. You instantly nod.

"Please"

Your eagerness brings a dimpled smile to his face, making your heart skip for the millionth time. He starts undoing your shirt leaving a trail of kisses on every bit of new flesh he uncovers. Once he has your shirt and bra on the floor, you rub your hands up from his chest to his shoulders making his suit jacket slide down his arms. He drifts down from your neck to latch on to your breast, his hand coming up to fondle the other. Your hands glide through his hair, keeping him close to you. His wet mouth around you makes you moan which encourages him to start nipping around your chest. Forgetting your surroundings, you move back a little and knock your palette off the table causing paint to splat around your feet. The clatter makes him leave your breasts which you refrain from whining at. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion when he gets down on one knee and dips his index and middle finger in the blue paint now splattered on the floor. He looks at the paint on his fingers for a second before coming back up to you. Placing the tips of his painted fingers just under your chin, he leans in, your noses almost touching.

"It would be a shame to leave such a beautiful canvas untouched, don't you think?"

You gulp with anticipation as you nod in agreement. Your stunned silence makes him smirk.

"I want to hear you, sweetheart"

"Y-yes" you manage. "It would be a shame"

"I knew you would agree"

Without breaking eye contact with you, he let's his fingers glide down between your breasts and down over your stomach. You shiver as the paint cools your heated skin. Wanting to do the same for him, you hurriedly get him out of his shirt as he helps you out of what little clothes you have left on. Seconds later you're both finally bare to each other. He kisses you almost bruisingly as he tries to move you down to the floor with him but he stops when you part from him. Kneeling down, you pick up the fallen palette and lift it to him. He smiles at your commitment to his idea and places his whole hand in the paint this time. You reach for the orange, dipping both of your palms in. Your hands immediately fly to his chest, eager to finally squeeze the firm flesh. You hum in approval as you paint your way further down his stomach.

Having now coated his front in paint, you let him lay you down until your back hits the carpet. His clean hand goes down between your legs and rubs up your folds causing you to arch against him.

"Maxim" you moan, his eyes jump to yours.

"I can't be patient much longer"

He snickers as he continues to tease your clit, moving his painted hand up to rub your breast, worrying your nipple.

"P-please, Maxim! ... I'm on fire"

"I know, sweetheart" he kisses up your body and stops a breath away from your lips.

"So am I"

He crashes his parted lips to yours, allowing your tongues to play with each other. You feel his girthy shaft rub between your folds a few times until he aligns himself. Even though you were more than wet enough to accommodate him, you still felt a twang of discomfort as he starts to push his way in. When he eventually bottoms out, he lets you get used to the feeling before moving. His mouth kisses, licks and nips all around your chest and neck to distract you as he begins to pull out of you. The discomfort quickly gives way to pleasure when he thursts back in with a bit more force that makes you moan out. With your moans spurring him on, his thursts speed up, hitting you deeper, almost knocking the breath out of you. Your hands fist in his hair to bring him as close as possible to you.

"Agh, M-maxim...I..."

He bites down on your neck, his hips never stopping. That's all you need to go over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you. He slows his pace to savour the feeling of you contracting around him while smoothing his hands up your quivering thighs. Floating down from your high, you whisper.

"Use me"

He thursts hard once at your words, hitting your cervix making you moan his name. You watch as he runs a hand down your front, for his thumb to press down firmly on your clit. His shallow thrusts turns to forceful pumps, pushing against your cervix with every snap of his hips. With his thumb starting to roll on your clit you could already feel the heat pooling through you again. He pushes his face into the crook of your neck, wanting to hear your moans right next to his ear. His thursts become more erratic as he nears his end, his groans now directly in your ear was helping you reach your second. He could feel your nails beginning to dig into his back, hard enough to create crescent moon indents.

"Cum with me, Y/N"

You tugged at his hair as you came again, which pushed him to his own release. Most of his weight slumped on top of you while he spilled in inside of you; he tried to lift himself so he wouldn't crush you but you welcomed it. Taking him longer to come down than you, you embraced him until his breathing returned to normal. A minute or two later you felt his body lift from yours but his head didn't leave your neck.

"I love you, Y/N"

Your heart practically burst; turning your face into his, you place a lingering kiss on his temple.

"I love you, Maxim"

You felt him exhale deeply before he smiled against your skin, almost like he was worried that you didn't feel the same. Realising he was still inside of you, he removed himself and sat up to look into your eyes.

You smile at his redded face, moving some strands of hair off his sweaty forehead.

"I think I suit you" he smirks.

Eyeing down your body, you follow his gaze. You see he means his colour. Aswell as the trail of paint down your front, you notice large blue hand prints on your thigh and hip. You look up his body that was in a similar state. A smear of orange paint was dragged up his back and much smaller hand prints were dotted all over his chest. You giggle at the mess you're both in.

"You know, blue and orange do compliment each other"

His face lights up. "I know now"

Bringing you up with him, he sits back so you could sit in his lap. You thumb his dimpled cheeks as he smooths his hands up and down your bare back.

"That is what I wanted" he says, looking over your shoulder at the forgotten painting.

You stifle a laugh at the fact that this all started from him not answering your question. You rest your forehead against his, both of you closing your eyes in contentment.

"I'm glad you like it, Maxim"

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papimolina · 1 year

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With the Stroke of a Brush

Maxim Horvath X F!Reader

Chapter 1, Complete stranger

Ch 2,

Rating: Mature

WC: 2508

Summary: Having worked as an artist for the past 3 years now, you'd never had a block like this before.

Soulmates, soul bonding, kissing, (a world where magic is normal)

"Why am I so bad!?..." you grumbled to yourself, as you grimaced at your drawing.

You had been sketching for hours now and it just wasn't coming together how you wanted.

For the past few weeks you'd been stuck on the same piece of artwork and it was beginning to get really frustrating. Having worked as an artist for the past 3 years now, you'd never had a block like this before.

Yawning, you look over at your clock. 12:25AM.

Time for bed I guess.

Having achieved practically nothing, you gather your now empty bottle of wine, and lock up your studio for the night. Dumping the bottle you go straight to your bedroom, realising how tired you are having finally given up your concentration. Discarding your clothes on the floor and slumping heavily on your bed, you drift off into your usual dreamless sleep.

Normally when you've left a piece of art unfinished overnight it looks better to you the next time you see it. Apparently not this time. Everything is wrong. Every line, every highlight...wrong. Luckily you still had 3 months before this piece was supposed to be for sale but it irritated you nonetheless that it should've been completed a week ago.

Maybe no wine today, see if that helps.

...

Shiny black shoes...stripped dark trousers. Lifting your head up further, slowly. The end of...a stick...a cane and...the bottom of a long grey jacket...further up a...dark suit jacket matching the trousers

...

*THUD*

"What!?" Jolting awake, you'd knocked your pencil tub off the table in your sleep, the pencils were scattered all around your feet. You let out a heavy breath that you didn't realise you'd been holding and rested your head in your hands.

What was that?

Your stomach deciced to announce itself at that moment. Distracting you from your strange dream, you leave your studio having added very little to your drawing again.

...

Silver headed cane with...blue stones...a silk brown tie adorned with a decorative brooch...up to a white shirt collar

...

The last thing you see is a glimpse of a dark beard before your eyes shoot open.

What the hell! ... Who is that!?

Your body seems to have reacted like you were having a nightmare. A layer of sweat on your skin making your bed sheets stick to your body, slighty out of breath and yet you didn't feel scared.

I don't know anyone who dresses in a suit...do I?...what time...? Oh god, I've been asleep for an hour! You thought angrily.

The second you let your eyelids fall again you are greeted be piercing chocolate brown eyes staring right back at you and your own eyes fly open.

Okay, this is a little scary now.

Feeling wide awake and slightly unnerved you decide to get up and go to your studio to start something new.

Without thinking you let the tip of your blue pencil flow along the paper, up and down, darkening here and there. You add some blue and black paint to really darken in places you thought needed it. Slowly piecing together the man in your dream. You really should try to just forget about your dream but you couldn't seem to get those eyes out of your mind. Maybe this was a way of getting it out and then the dreams would stop. It was a strange feeling, you felt almost pressured to draw this person.

Why? ... Why do I feel so obligated to paint him?

Standing back, you look at the rough edges of your sketch, eyeing up every pencil line.

And why do I like it?

Since you'd hated your work recently, this was a surprise to you that you felt proud of what you'd drawn so far. But your joy gave way to disappointment when you realised that you wouldn't be able to finish it because you hadn't seen his face. Slightly hesitantly, you close your eyes and are greeted by...nothing.

Nothing...wait.

Shoes slowly appear in your mind. You try to think about looking up his body like before but nothing happens. With your eyes still closed, you slowly lower yourself to the floor and lay down on your back. You focus on the shoes and relax your body, trying to simulate a sleepy state to bring your dream to life again. As your breathing begins to slow, your eyes drift up his suit painfully slowly. Oddly you begin to feel excited as you reach the bottom of his beard again, finally starting to see the part you'd been missing. Just as you reach his rosy lips you register a distant tapping but you ignore it, being so focused on seeing his face. But again...

*TAP TAP TAP*

Concentration lost put your minds eye at a stand still, now fixated on his lips and beard.

I'm hearing things now...there must be something wrong with me.

*TAP*

That sounds like...

*TAP TAP*

Fear grips you as you realise the tapping is now in the room with you, you aren't imagining it. You hear a final tap right next you, sending a vibration up your forearm. Keeping your eyelids firmly squeezed shut, you slowly crawl away from where you heard the last tap until you hit the wall. There's a slight tremble in your hands as you pull your knees up to your chest.

"I'm not going to hurt you" a smooth, deep voice calls out you. But his calm voice didn't ease your fear any.

What the hell is happening?! How did he get in?...It couldn't be magic could it...but magic or not, this is him...I must be going mad...there's no way a man in my dream could be real and in my house!

*TAP*

"Please could you open your eyes"

Your eyes flew open without a thought, almost like his words had control over you.

This was it. This was your dream. You sitting on the floor, him towering over you. Just like your dream you slowly lift your head as more of the familiar suit, jacket and cane is revealed to you. But this time, when your eyes reach his beard they keep travelling up to reveal your missing piece.

Rosy lips, a slight crook in his roman nose, big chocolate eyes, thick expressive eyebrows, dark groomed hair...

Ohh...he's...

"Much better. Its a pleasure to meet you, my dear"

He bows slightly and offers his hand down to you.

God, his hands are...massive!

You stare at the hand in front of you as your fear slowly dissipates for your confusion to take over. Clearing your dry throat you finally speak up.

"Um...w-who are you?"

"My name is Maxim Horvath" he replies sweetly.

"Eh...well, Mr Horvath. I d-don't know you, uh w-what are you doing in my home? How did you even get--"

"You know me, my dear" he states calmly, cutting you off.

Retracting his hand, he kneels down to your level, making direct eye contact with you.

You feel your heart starting to work double time under his intense gaze.

"I understand that I frightened you and for that I sincerely apologise" he waits so you nod in acceptance. "Now I wish to explain this all to you but I wanted to help you up from the floor first" a smirk plays at his lips. "I suspect it isn't terribly comfortable down there"

You can't help but let a small smile grace your face as you let one of your hands that was grasping at your knee lift up towards him.

Smiling he took a hold of your hand, his own engulfing yours and moved up bringing you with him. As your knees cracked, you craned your neck up.

Jesus, he's tall.

Now that you were both standing you could see he was at least a foot taller you, much wider than you all round in fact. Avoiding his intimidating gaze you make your way around him and sit down on the sofa. He follows and gestured with his hand to the seat beside you waiting for your invitation. You nod.

"So-" he starts, placing his cane across his lap. "I believe your first question was 'what are you doing in my home?' To answer simply, I'm here for you but not to harm you. I would never do anything to hurt you knowingly"

He would never hurt me...he doesn't even know me.

"You said you don't know me" he glances over at your drawing "I can't help but think that that is me you are sketching so beautifully, is it not?"

A blush blooms on your cheeks.

"Well...yes it is but I- I don't know you"

"But you have seen me before? Or at least my neck down" he smirks.

"Yes but--"

"You have dreamt about me and I you"

The confusion on your face caused him to frown, the previous light in his eyes dimming. And then you felt it...you felt your heart clench and your throat tighten. The way his face dropped made your chest sink, you decide you didn't like sadness on him. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as he met your eyes watching your expression change.

"Do you feel anything? Do you--"

He stops when you raise your hand.

"Could I hold your hand...just for a second?"

Without hesitation, he offers his hand to you. And as you suspected, holding hands with him gives you that warm tingly feeling inside.

"You never told me your name" he says just above a whisper. Lifting your eyes from your joined hands to look at him, your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat when you see the tenderness in his eyes.

"Oh, it's Y/N...I'm sorry --"

"There no need to apologise. I understand this is a lot for you to take in"

He smiles warmly at you and startes rubbing his thumb around in circles on your hand.

Just for a second. You thought, smirking at your still joined hands.

"I do feel...connected to you somehow. This feels right but- I'm sorry but I really don't know you"

His other hand comes up to cup your cheek lightly, his thumb grazing your cheekbone.

"It's okay. You're right, we are strangers but our souls are One, that is why this feels normal"

"Like soulmates?"

"Yes, in a way. May I ask, how long have I been in your dreams?"

"The past 3 nights"

"Mm, well you have been blessing mine for the last 4 weeks" he admitted. "I assume you have had trouble with your art since that time? Since you've been in my dreams"

"Y-yes, but how did--"

"That is how it works. Souls are connected through their passion. In your case, Art. In mine, Magic. I have been struggling with spells that have always come to me naturally, that is until I started to search for you"

He searched for me...

"I see that your skill has returned now though. That really is very good so far but I do think I need a head" his head tilts side ways at you, looking from you to the drawing.

"Thank you" you giggle. "You know, I've never actually met anyone who could wield magic. Could you show me? If you don't mind"

"Of course, sweetheart"

Blushing profusely at the pet name, you watch as he lifts his hand between you both. As quick as you can blink his fingertips burst into a blue flame.

"I am also now back to my former self" he says wiggling his flamed fingers.

"Wow! That's amazing ... So, is blue your colour?"

"It is" The flames disappear as he points to your drawing.

"You used blue to draw me" You look back at your drawing.

I hardly ever touch blue, I always use black...the painting was the key, that was how he got here. How did I not notice...well not that I really care now.

You could feel yourself giving in to this feeling. The feeling of wanting to love him, be with him. The doubt in your mind was still there though because soulmate or not he was still a complete stranger. But you really wanted to let it happen anyway.

"So I did" you smile looking back at him.

A few minutes passed with you both just looking into each others eyes. You were searching for his sincerity, his dedication, his love for you. While he also was looking for your love for him, he wanted to see that you really wanted him. He knew he could be quite intimidating so he needed to feel that you were comfortable in his presence. Both of you found what you were looking for.

"Maxim" you whispered, placing a hand flat on his chest.

He couldn't help but let his eyes lids flutter at the sound of his name coming from your lips.

"Y/N" you felt the rumble through your palm as he practically groaned your name back to you.

"I-I'd like you to kiss me, Maxim"

As he leans closer into your space, you begin do feel almost dizzy. Dizzy from love and lust filling your veins. He's so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him. But he stops a breath away bringing one hand up to your cheek again and the other making itself at home on your thigh. He looks deep into your eyes waiting to see any hesitation from you. But when he finds none, he gives in, finally coming down to place his lips onto yours. It's the most tender kiss you've ever experienced. Just as your lips begin to dance, he pulls away for a second before coming down on you again with much more force. Wrapping your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck you pull him close to you, mirroring his passion. Feeling his tongue poke at your lips you excitedly let him in, your tongues beginning to battle with each other. You moan into his mouth in surprise when he lifts you to sit sideways in his lap. His big hands rub up and down your thighs as you both pull back, desperately needing to catch your breath. You feel his hand push lightly at the back of your head to bring your forehead against his. Breathing in the same air, you take his face in your hands and scratch at his beard making him almost purr at you.

"I do believe I've distracted you from your work" he mumbles, voice low and husky.

"That's alright, I forgive you" you giggle.

"Thank you, sweetheart"

"But you could make it up to me...by modelling for me, since I can finish it now"

"I suppose but..." he starts as you remove yourself from him.

"What do I do?"

Your surprised to see his cheeks tint with pink as your lips meet his forehead, placing a kiss between his eyebrows.

"Just sit there and look pretty"

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