Warning: NSFW, biting, dacryphilia
Max sat precariously on top of Mike’s lap as she took in the room she was currently in. Dirty and clean clothes strewn about the floor like garbage, not to mention the countless toys the high schooler had lying about. Did Mike really still play with toys? The ginger looked down to find Mike staring up at her with wide eyes, he was pinned to the bed by her weight and didn’t seem likely to try and get up- he wouldn’t have been able to anyways.
“Fuck,” Max leaned in and grabbed his neck pretty roughly in order to start kissing him, pressing her lips to his and desperately trying to consume the taste he was leaking in the form of saliva. Everything about this boy excited her in ways that didn’t seem normal, even for her extenuated circumstances. And god, he was squirming so much. Why couldn’t he just sit still? Didn’t he know the more he struggled the harder it was for max to pull away.
It all became too much when Mike pressed a protective hand on Max’s stomach, as if trying to keep some distance between the two and in a sudden surge of obsessive behavior Max bit his tongue.
“Max-!” Mike nearly yelped at the feeling, grabbing his mouth as max pulled away. The guilt scoured her every being, promising to fill her up until it overflowed.. except, she looked down and saw Mike’s chest moving at abnormal speeds.. and his pulse.. and.. Max found herself back down to Mike’s level, not with her lips against his but sharp teeth against the skin of his collar bone, dangerously close to his pulse point.
Her teeth were sharp, Max knew that, and with what little control over her own actions she had remaining she was holding back the burning desire to rip apart his skin with those very sharp teeth. Instead she took to teasing his skin, careful not to break it, before gently sucking against the teeth marks and licking the wound when done. By the end of 5 minutes his chest and shoulder regions were covered in bite marks.
Max looked back to Mike’s face to find his teary eyes and burning face. He wasn’t out right crying but she could see that the need to was there, had she been too painful?
“Max I- don’t stop..” he begged, looking up at her with pure desperation. What kind of mate would she be if she didn’t give him what he needed?
Max’s mind moved at incredible speeds as she dove back down to Mike’s face and started kissing him again, hinting her teeth at him every few seconds to feel the way he flinched and leaned in closer only for her to pull them back and watch as the boy whined silently. It was a drug, and one so addicting Max could feel herself being lost to it with only a few tastes.
“Tell me what you want.” Max didn’t know she could make that sound, she was growling against Mike and the whimpers he responded with did nothing to calm her inner desires.
“I want- I-“ she let her teeth push just a bit deeper against his skin, almost able to taste the blood no doubt pumping through him at the pace of a race car. “I need.. you.. please.”
“Need me to what? Speak to me Wheeler.”
“I can’t..” Max let herself sit back up to find Mike’s face really red, almost purple. She definitely went too far.
“Fuck- Mike breathe. You gotta breathe.”
“Baby, breathe.” Max commanded, leaning in and counting slowly for Mike until he managed to get all the oxygen in his lungs. “You’re okay.” Fuck. What the hell was that. Max had never felt like that before, never done things like that before.
