People thought Micah Bell was bad and made creepy comments towards the others—seems they haven't spoken to you.

As soon as you got with Micah and heard about the many ways—most considered pretty creepy—he used to mess with people, you found yourself fucking with him in the most bizarre of ways; and his reactions were the best.

Suddenly biting down a bit harder on his neck and licking you teeth marks during intimacy, whispering something about how you'd love a little taste of his blood—and watching him squirm as he twitches inside you. You loved that one.

Or when you'd light a cigarette during it, reaching just past his neck to flick ash off and watching as he squirms, eyeing you like a lost puppy. Those big, bright and almost frightened blues eyeing the lit cigarette as if hypnotised.

Of course, you'd never truly do these things—only if he asked you to nicely.

To say you were high on his reactions to your little quips was an understatement; you couldn't live without the teasing for a day.

You were mostly on top, more comfortable for both of you since Micah didn't like having to do much work, and you felt more dominant that way. Suddenly, you get an idea—like always.

Your hand on his shoulder moves over to the side of his neck, and you whisper into his ear; Wanna watch your eyes roll back into that pretty head of yours. His eyes widen and his breath hitches in his throat for a moment.

"Damn... You's a wild thing, I swear.."