Hear me out but Kate who does bite sometimes gets a taste of her own medicine when reader bites her back?? Not like in a bad way or a sexual way (at first…) but reader just gets her girlfriend’s arm and just bites at it
(Sorry if this is weird I do this sometimes so it’s kinda like a uh personal thing???)
𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”
Kate the chaser x gn reader ♡
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The moonlight peaked through the blinds, painting the room in bars of silver and shadow. It was the kind of night where the silence felt heavy, almost electric, and Kate was clearly feeling the weight of it. She was a creature of impulse, a restless spirit, she was often trapped in her own mind trying to figure out if what she was experiencing daily was real or all in her head, and you, her sweet little girlfriend were usually a subject to it.
Her head had been gently on top of your shoulder for the last hour while you were sat on her lap, her presence a constant, grounding weight. Every few minutes, she would duck her head down, nose brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, inhaling deeply before sinking her teeth into your shoulder. It wasn't painful, but it was possessive—a sharp, stinging reminder that she was there, and that she demanded your attention.
"Kate, seriously," you giggled, though your voice lacked any real protest. You tried to nudge her away, your back pressing against her chest. "You’re going to leave marks. People are going to think I got into a fight with a pack of wolves."
Kate didn't pull away. Instead, she hummed against your skin, a low, vibrating sound that traveled straight down your spine and you shivered. She finally pulled back, her eyes dark and heavy. That familiar, mischievous glint was there, you couldn’t see it but you felt her stare on the nape of your neck. but beneath it, there was a hunger that went beyond simple playfulness. She leaned in again, her teeth grazing the back of your neck, dragging slowly across the skin in a way that made your breath hitch. It was her signature move a chaotic, sensory overload in hopes to make you whine.
But tonight, the dynamic felt different. The air in the room was thick, and for the first time, you didn't want to be the one being bitten.
As Kate pulled back you gently arose from her lap, cold air tickling the back of your thighs, you sat back down on her but rather face to face. her brows high with slight confusion. You ducked your head down to the pulse of her neck, and before she could process anything, You pressed your teeth into the soft, pale skin of her neck, gnawing with a deliberate, grounding pressure. You weren't just nipping; you were marking her, claiming your space in her game.
The effect was instantaneous.
Kate froze. The air in the room seemed to vanish, leaving a vacuum of silence. Her breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound, and the playful smirk that defined her features shattered, replaced by a look of genuine, wide-eyed shock. She stared down at the top of your head, her gaze tracking the way your hair gently fell, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard you could feel the vibration through her neck.
"Oh," she breathed, her voice dropping an octave, turning into a rough, breathless rasp.
You eventually let go, pulling back just enough to look up at her. You offered her a calm, satisfied smile, your eyes glinting with a newfound confidence. "Fair is fair, right?" you teased, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you, thinking to yourself hoping she won’t jump on top of you and eat you alive.
Kate sat there, stunned. Her neck tingled where you had bitten her, a pulsing heat radiating from the spot. A deep, dark blush crept up her neck, staining her ears a vibrant red. She looked at you—really looked at you—as if she were seeing a side of you that had been hidden all along.
The power dynamic, which usually tilted heavily in her favor, had shifted. It wasn't that you had taken control, but rather that you had proven you were capable of matching her intensity.
"You..." Kate started, her voice trembling slightly. A slow, genuine grin spread across her face—not the teasing smile, but the look of someone who had just found her worthy opponent. "You’ve been holding out on me."
"Just keeping things interesting," you replied, resting your cheek along her shoulder with a relaxed shrug that belied the racing of your own heart.
Kate didn't try to bite you again. Instead, she grabbed your hips pulling you in. Closing the gap until there was no space left between you. She reached out rubbing the small of your back. Head in your shoulder she lets out a breathy shake she didn’t realize she was holding. She brings her hand up trembling slightly as she traced the spot on her neck where you had bitten her, her thumb lingering over the faint, bite mark you’d left behind.
"I think," Kate whispered, her voice dropping to a low, intimate hum that vibrated against your skin, "I like this game a lot better when you play, too."
The room felt smaller now, the air thick with a new kind of tension—one that wasn't about chasing or being chased, but about standing toe-to-toe. Kate leaned in, not to nip or tease, but to take in her scent. She closed her eyes, a quiet, unspoken acknowledgment that the rules of the game had changed, and that she was more than happy to let you lead the way.
A/N - I kid you not I think I rewrote this like 4 times, and I proofread it like 9 times. I think I’m okay with the outcome though. I actually didn’t know if this was someone asking for a oneshot or just them agreeing with my biting Drabble but oh well!!! I hope you enjoy this :)
Also half way through I realized that you wanted the reader to bite her arm IM SORRY!! 😞 I got caught up in my own mind
