#bite kink

michael loves to bite you ݁ ˖Ი𐑼ֶָ֢

content: 18+, light smut, biting kink, and making out. .☘︎ ݁˖

☁︎ the august evening heat clung heavily to the air outside, but inside your bedroom, the ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, slicing through the warm, golden light cast by the single bedside lamp.

it had been a long, blissfully slow summer day—hours spent out by your backyard pool, laughing until your ribs ached, eating thick slices of cold watermelon, and splashing each other like a pair of kids without a care in the world.

now, the sun had long vanished beneath the horizon, leaving the room bathed in a low, intimate glow.

you stood in front of your vanity mirror wearing a cute baby pink lacy nightgown after your shower, smoothing a generous layer of rich cocoa butter over your dark, warm skin. through the golden reflection of the glass, you watched the bathroom door swing open with a soft, slow creak. michael stepped out, steam billowing behind him into the bedroom air.

his broad shoulders glistened with leftover heat, and dark droplets of water clung to his collarbone, occasionally dripping down his bare chest to catch in the waistband of the crisp white towel wrapped loosely around his hips. he stopped right in the doorway, resting one bare shoulder against the wooden frame.

his dark eyes locked onto you through the mirror, heavy and focused. a dangerous, incredibly playful grin slowly tugged at the corner of his lips, and he bit his bottom lip, watching the slow, rhythmic sweep of your hands over your thighs, the thin pink lace catching the soft light.

"look at you," he murmured, his soft, indiana accent thick, rich, and dripping with quiet amusement. "just takin' your sweet ol' time over there, huh?"

"some of us actually indulge in self care, baby…" you teased back, catching his gaze in the reflection and raising a cool, unbothered eyebrow.

michael let out a low, breathless chuckle, his bare feet making absolutely no sound against the rug as he crossed the room toward you.

before you could even cap the jar of lotion, his long arms wrapped tightly around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against the heat of his chest. he buried his face straight into the crook of your neck, taking a deep, dramatic breath that vibrated right against your collarbone.

"mmm, golly... you smell so damn good, mama," he moaned softly into your skin, his hands smoothing down your slick, freshly moisturized arms, pressing you closer. "so soft... like silk. i swear i could just eat you right up."

you laughed, but the dampness of his skin seeping into your dry pink nightgown made you squirm in his hold. you raised your hand and slapped his forearm playfully. "michael! get off me, you're still soaking wet from the shower! you're gonna ruin my clean nightgown!"

"i don't care," he laughed right against your ear, refusing to loosen his grip by even a millimeter. he playfully fought back, tightening his arms around your waist and planting a barrage of quick, loud, wet kisses along the side of your neck, his soft afro tickling your cheek. "you're too soft, baby. can't help it. 's your fault for lookin' like that in that little pink gown."

with a dramatic twist and a slippery escape, you managed to slide out of his grasp. giggling, you backed away toward the king-sized bed, tumbling backward onto the mattress and tangling yourself into the cool white sheets to build a barrier.

"stay over there!" you warned, pointing a finger at him while trying desperately to keep a straight face. "i mean it, michael!"

michael’s dark eyes flashed with pure, unadulterated mischief. he stood at the edge of the rug, cocking his head to the side, his hands resting on his hips over the white towel.

"oh, you think you can escape me?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a raspy, playful tone. "you think a couple of sheets are gonna stop me, girl?"

before you could scramble to the far side of the bed, michael leaped.

he landed over you with terrifying speed and agility, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. his hands came down instantly on either side of your head, softly pinning your wrists against the pillows. his chest hovered just inches above yours, his damp curls casting tiny, intricate shadows across his cheekbones.

"i just can't get enough of you," he murmured, the playful teasing in his voice shifting into something much lower, much warmer, and entirely heavy. "nothin' in this whole world feels better than this right here. nothin'."

the joking tension in the room dissolved instantly, replaced by a sudden, electric heat that sent your pulse leaping straight into your throat.

you looked up into his dark, liquid eyes, watching the playful boy from the pool vanish, replaced by a man completely consumed by the woman beneath him. his gaze dropped slowly from your eyes, lingering on your parted lips, before settling on the delicate lace near the neckline of your gown.

"michael..." you breathed out, your voice laced with a faint warning that held zero power.

"quiet, mama," he whispered against your jawline, his breath hot and uneven. "let me look at ya."

he didn't wait. he leaned down, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin right beneath your ear before his teeth clamped down in a deliberate, firm bite.

a sharp gasp tore out of your throat, your back arching off the mattress as the sting shot straight down your spine. "michael!"

"shh, i got you," he murmured against the skin, instantly softening the bite by sticking out his warm tongue and soothing the spot with slow, heavy licks.

he sucked the tender mark into his mouth, drawing a breathy, helpless whimper from your lips before pressing a deep, lingering kiss right over it. "you're okay, baby. i got ya."

he moved two inches lower, his fingers tightening their grip on your wrists as his teeth sank into the junction where your neck met your shoulder. this bite was deeper, harder, making you wince and twist beneath him, your thighs instinctively clutching at his hips.

"ah—jackson, wait—"

"i ain't stoppin'," he growled softly, his gary drawl thick, raspy, and full of raw, possessive heat. he licked over the fresh mark again, his tongue dragging slowly over the heated skin until he sucked it firm, leaving a clear, dark blush behind.

he pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes burning as he observed his work resting against your rich, dark skin. "look at that... look how pretty that looks on you. you're mine, girl. all mine."

"you're being mean," you whined softly, though your fingers were wriggling under his palms, wanting nothing more than to touch him.

"i ain't mean, baby, i'm just crazy about you," he whispered, a wicked, irresistible smirk playing on his lips before he dipped his head back down.

he dragged his teeth along the edge of your collarbone, finding the delicate dip near your throat. he bit down firmly, making you let out a high, breathy squeak that made his chest vibrate with a low, satisfied hum.

immediately, his lips were there to soothe it—licking, sucking, and kissing every inch of bruised, sensitive skin he claimed.

"michael, please," you whimpered, your head rolling back into the pillow, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of sharp sting and unbearable warmth.

"please what, mama?" he whispered against your chest, his teeth nipping lightly over the soft pink lace of your nightgown, right above the swell of your breast. "tell me what you want. you want me to stop?"

"no," you admitted, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

michael let out a low, breathless laugh against your skin, a sound purely triumphant. "i didn't think so."

he moved lower, his hands slipping away from your wrists to slide down your sides, his long fingers gripping your waist through the thin silk of your nightgown with possessive authority.

he dragged his mouth down your sternum, his teeth nipping mercilessly at the soft skin of your ribs beneath the fabric. every bite drew a fresh wince, a small gasp, or a desperate shift of your hips against his. and after every single bite, his warm tongue would follow, licking away the sting, his lips pressing deep, possessive kisses into your dark skin.

by the time he reached your stomach, pushing the hem of the pink gown up slightly, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin right near your navel, making your entire body jump.

"ah! michael!" you gasped, your hands flying down to bury into his damp, soft curls, pulling him close rather than pushing him away.

he bit down gently one last time, holding the soft skin between his teeth for a long, agonizing second before releasing it and burying his face against your stomach, licking the spot sweet and slow. he pulled back, hovering over your stomach, his dark eyes tracking up your body to take in the sight of you—breathless, flushed, marked by his mouth, and completely undone beneath him in that little lace gown.

"golly, you're breathtaking," he breathed out, his voice reduced to a quiet, hoarse whisper. "look at what you do to me, baby. just look at you."

he slid himself back up your body, the friction of his damp chest against yours sending a shiver straight through you. he rested his heavy weight over you, his hands coming up to frame your face, his long thumbs gently tracing the line of your jawline, stopping at your lower lip.

"you hurt me," you pouted weakly, though your eyes were heavy and clouded with affection.

michael smiled, a sweet, unbelievably tender look softening his sharp features. he leaned down, pressing his forehead lightly against yours, his gary accent low, sweet, and honeyed as he spoke into the tiny space between your lips.