Warning: NSFW, biting, dacryphilia
Max sat precariously on top of Mikeās 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 didnāt seem likely to try and get up- he wouldnāt have been able to anyways.
āFuck,ā 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 didnāt seem normal, even for her extenuated circumstances. And god, he was squirming so much. Why couldnāt he just sit still? Didnāt 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 Maxās stomach, as if trying to keep some distance between the two and in a sudden surge of obsessive behavior Max bit his tongue.
āMax-!ā 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 Mikeās chest moving at abnormal speeds.. and his pulse.. and.. Max found herself back down to Mikeās 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 Mikeās face to find his teary eyes and burning face. He wasnāt out right crying but she could see that the need to was there, had she been too painful?
āMax I- donāt stop..ā he begged, looking up at her with pure desperation. What kind of mate would she be if she didnāt give him what he needed?
Maxās mind moved at incredible speeds as she dove back down to Mikeās 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.
āTell me what you want.ā Max didnāt know she could make that sound, she was growling against Mike and the whimpers he responded with did nothing to calm her inner desires.
āI want- I-ā 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. āI need.. you.. please.ā
āNeed me to what? Speak to me Wheeler.ā
āI canāt..ā Max let herself sit back up to find Mikeās face really red, almost purple. She definitely went too far.
āFuck- Mike breathe. You gotta breathe.ā
āBaby, breathe.ā Max commanded, leaning in and counting slowly for Mike until he managed to get all the oxygen in his lungs. āYouāre okay.ā Fuck. What the hell was that. Max had never felt like that before, never done things like that before.
