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[tintinwrites]

bite me | Max Phillips x Fem!Reader | Part One

A/N: This man has been insisting I write something for days now and I outlined an entire series with the help of @bisexual-space-slut​. Title courtesy of @thirsty-flygirl​ bc it was perfect for all the aspects of this fic.

Rating: T

Warning: Naughty words. Lots of sexual references. Max is a jerk and a pervert, but Evan is also a jerk so.

Word count: 1,388, apparently!!

Summary: You’re Evan’s adopted sister and that makes Max really want to fuck you. The only problem here? You hate him.

GIF credit: thewaythisis (Please let me know if you don’t want me using your GIF!)

Tags: @bisexual-space-slut​ @spacegayofficial​ @readsalot73​ @elenamiria​ @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ @heatherbel​ @feelmyroarrrr​ @this-cat-is-dea​ @lokiaddicted​ @pascalz​ @cryptkeepersoul​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @dindisneydjarin​ @damerondjarin​ @ezrasarm​ @writefightandflightclub​

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“You know, you don’t look like Evan.”

You were accompanying your parents to help your brother move into his dorm when you met his roommate, Max, all handsome and charming as you held your hand out for him to shake with a polite, slightly infatuated smile that slowly fell. Rather than shaking your offered hand, he was looking you over wolfishly.

“I’m adopted,” you mumbled, letting your hand fall as you wrapped your arms around yourself, looking around the room. “You want me to help you unpack, Ev?”

“Yeah, sure.” Evan mostly sat on his bare mattress, looking through a box of cards he collected, which was the only box he really brought up as you and your parents did the rest.

You walked over to a box labeled ‘Clothes’ which you’d neatly folded or put on hangers when helping him pack, bending over to pull the tape off and open the flaps.

Max’s part of the room was neat and pretty much finished, and he was leaning against the small wardrobe you’d need to put the clothes in with his arms crossed over his chest, watching your ass.

This was something Evan actually noticed, glancing up at him then back to his cards before slowly staring at him again to follow his line of vision. “Hey!”

He smirked, but looked away from you and seemed to just be straightening up his own things.

You folded some of Evan’s clothes on hangers over your arm and walked over to put them in the empty side of the wardrobe, noticing out of the corner of your eye that Max was leaning against it again, watching you quietly.

When you closed the door and turned to walk back to the box, Max crowded in on you with his forearm resting on the front of the wardrobe as if he was trying to look...intimidating? Flirtatious? Casual?

“Maybe you can help me unpack something.” Flirtatious, you decided, based on his tone of voice that all but flat out told you this ‘something’ was in his pants.

“Lay off my sister,” Evan snapped, now standing up and glaring at Max as you both looked over at him.

Max stared right back at him, but his attention was drawn to the young woman who came bouncing into the room, squealing about ‘how romantic’ and ‘being in college together’ as she moved to hang all over Evan.

“Okay.” He smiled widely.

You eyed him suspiciously and then quickly forgot about it, able to unpack the rest of your brother’s things without him coming onto you again.

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You greeted Evan’s coworkers with a smile as you walked through their large cubicle, waving to them and laughing as they eyed the plate of baked goods in your hand, before approaching the tiny desk sandwiched between two other people. “Hey, Evaroonie.”

“You know I hate when you call me that, right?” He asked without looking at you, eyes on the computer as he typed.

“That’s exactly why I call you that. Here, I baked these last night and I know they’re your favorite, so…” You took the plastic wrap off the plate of cookies, holding them in front of him to entice him with the scent.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great, just, uh, put them on the desk.” He still didn’t look at you, but you assumed he was doing important work and you set the plate down.

“I just thought they’d cheer you up. It’s so fucked up that that asshole not only took the job you wanted, but your office?” You turned to lean back against the desk, your arms folded over your chest.

“He’s fucking…” He stopped typing for a second to clench his fists, closing his eyes for a moment before he shook his head and continued on with his work.

“Evan, you mind if I throw out this stupid, little— oh, hey.” That voice was unmistakable and your shoulders tensed, looking over to see the asshole in question stepping out of the office that was once your brother’s.

“I should go.” You turned to do just that and gasped when you saw Max now standing in front of you, stumbling back.

Did you black out or something? How did he move that fast?

“You grew up.” The wolfish look in his eyes as he looked you over didn’t change in time and, honestly, he didn’t look like he’d changed either and was still unfortunately handsome.

“I look pretty much exactly the same as I did last time we saw each other.” You didn’t want to even look at him, like meeting his eyes might encourage this behavior.

“Something smells good.” He was leaning in close to you, his suit jacket and tie starting to brush against you as you stood there tensely with your nervous gaze fluttering to Evan, but Max pulled back with a cookie in his hand. “You mind?” He looked at you in a way that made you feel stupid for thinking he was smelling you.

“Be my guest.” You didn’t know where his hands had been, so you didn’t want the cookie back and you doubted Evan did either.

He ate half the cookie in one bite, practically rolling his eyes in pleasure and letting out a rather lewd moan. “That is incredible! Tell me you own a bakery.”

You hated that you could even be flattered by a compliment from someone you hated, trying not to let it show. “No, it’s a hobby.”

“Well, personally, I’d be first in line to eat anything you let me.” That seemed to be an innuendo, but his chipper tone distracted from it.

Evan seemed to be trying to ignore the other man, but then he leaned on the back of the chair and he seemed to reach his breaking point. “Fuck off, Max.”

Max immediately reeled back, putting a hand over his heart and pouting dramatically.

“Is that any way to talk to your senior sales manager? Alright, buddy, enjoy your family time.” He reached over the chair to squeeze Evan’s shoulders which made your brother cringe and let out a quiet ‘ow’, then he walked off.

You relaxed considerably without him leering at you or making vaguely sexual comments; you hated him for your brother and because he was such a pervert, but, fuck, his looks made you uncomfortable in an entirely different way.

“I really should go, there’s a few errands I need to run, so, uh…” You trailed off when you noticed that Evan was right back to work. “I will...see you.” You nodded at his mumble that sounded like a goodbye, turning to leave.

Max was standing in the doorway that led out of this part of the office in such a way that you were going to have to squeeze past him, smiling widely with his arms crossed.

Jumping out of the window wasn’t an option and you really needed to do some things today, so you straightened your shoulders and walked over to the door. “Excuse me.”

He waved you off with an, “Oh, no, it’s fine,” as if you were apologizing before moving past him rather than telling him you needed him out of your way.

It seemed like backing down would’ve made him win — win what, you didn’t really know — and you berated yourself for your own stubbornness, turning to the side as you moved through the doorway to keep from pressing up against him too much.

Your hips brushed up against him just slightly and you kept your gaze down and to the side, trying not to let your thoughts wander at the proximity as you stepped through.

He called your name when you started to walk away and you paused like an idiot, looking back at that perfect salesman smile. “Have a nice day.”

You just kind of stared at him, which was probably rude, but you genuinely didn’t like the man.

As you made your way to the elevator, you glanced back and saw that he was still standing there, hands now in his pockets as he watched you with that stupid smile.

You hated that he was the new sales manager for Evan’s sake and because now whenever you came around to visit, you were going to have to do everything you could to avoid him.

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