𝜗𝜚 — WRAPPED AROUND YOUR ARM
cw: mdni ( 18 + ) young adult au, both are of age, fem!reader, suggestive, established relationship, pet names, teasing, strength kink, arm kink, biceps,manhandling, playful headlock, biting, dirty thoughts, reader is down horrendous
a/n: based on these two requests and i totally see the chuck bass similarities now..no wonder i’m so obsessed with him. i miss chuck.
max always wore long sleeves and coats before, keeping that mysterious vibe, but on that scorching summer day he ditched them for a simple t-shirt. the second you spotted those defined biceps and veiny forearms, your jaw dropped. be caught you staring and just smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing
you couldn’t resist pressing your cheek against his arm the first time you saw him like that. max chuckled low in his throat, flexing just a little so you could feel the muscle shift under your skin. “didn’t know my arms were that interesting, sweetheart,” he teased, voice dripping with playful arrogance
max has started flexing on purpose when he feels your face against his arm. the muscle swells under your skin and he reaches over with his free hand to gently squish your cheeks together, making your lips pout while he watches with that smug little grin. “look at you, princess” he teases
he started wearing short sleeves on purpose after that. every time you clung to him, squeezing and rubbing your face against his bicep like it was your favourite pillow, max would tilt his head and ask if you needed a minute or if you were planning to stay attached all day
max loves catching you off guard. he’ll suddenly lift his arm and rest it on top of your head like an armrest, your cheek still glued to his bicep. “comfy?” he asks, all fake innocence while you blush and nod
max loves the attention. he’ll casually stretch or roll his shoulders just to watch your eyes follow the movement. when you get all flustered and try to play it cool, he leans down and murmurs, “you’re not subtle at all, you know that, princess ?”
on lazy afternoons he lets you trace the veins on his forearms with your fingertip while he scrolls on his phone.he pretends to ignore it, but the tiny smirk on his lips gives him away every single time
max has this habit of ruffling your hair with one big hand after you’ve been clinging to him the casual dominance of it always makes your stomach flip, and he knows it
your mind wanders constantly when you’re pressed against him. you imagine those strong hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks, or wrapping around your throat while he whispers filthy things in your ear about how obsessed you are with his strength
he loves manhandling you in private. one arm hooks around your waist and lifts you onto his lap like you weigh nothing. the other hand tilts your chin up so you have to look at him while he teases you for being so weak for him
sometimes he playfully puts you in a loose headlock, pulling you close against his chest while his lips brush your ear. “pay attention to me,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, exactly the way your dirty thoughts predicted.
your mind drifts constantly when your cheek is against his forearm. you picture those same muscles flexing while he pins your wrists above your head, or while one big hand covers your mouth to keep you quiet. max notices the way your breathing changes and gives your face a little squeeze between his fingers, voice dropping. “what are you thinking about right now, hm?”
you’ve started playfully biting his forearm when you’re feeling bold, teeth sinking in just enough to make him hiss through his teeth. max’s eyes darken instantly.he flexes hard under your bite and mutters, “careful, sweetheart. keep that up and I’ll give you something bigger to sink your teeth into.”
he gets off on how small your hands look when you try to wrap them around his forearm. he’ll guide your fingers over his muscles and ask if you’re imagining them holding you down or spreading you open
max has a thing for making you admit how much you love his arms. he’ll have you straddle his thigh, one hand gripping the back of your neck, and won’t let you move until you tell him exactly what you want those hands to do to you
MASTERLIST
taglist: @userhotd @marlsvii @casey1-2007 @moonlightbookworm @sluttyall4youdada @gabbiskylar01 @long-summer-nights ( let me know if you wanna be added or removed 🤍 )
