Show me your teeth !
Synopsis; Sinking your teeth into their neck !
WARNINGS; MDNI; out with you; smut; smut with no plot;
A/N; lowkey c blocked Brian and you guys </3
Brian | Jeff | Nina | Habit | Toby | Tim
Brian
He promised to be home early. You were missing him a lot lately, and you've expressed this so he swore to be home on time. So you waited patiently, cleaning to pass the time, throwing something quick in the oven, and showering before the agreed upon time.
8pm hit, then 8:30, 9:15, 10:43, and finally 1 am, when he trudged in the door. You didn't know he came home until his side of the bed dipped next to you breaking you from the nap you desperately tried to stave off. You feel him tense next to you when you reach out for him with a confused sleepy tone, your hand meeting his rumpled work shirt, the one he left you in, meaning he had no time or energy to change.
He knows he's been caught so he turns over taking you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest as he apologies for letting you down in that sleepy tone he gets after a hard day.
And in your haze of sleep, to tired to hear him anymore, knowing he'll make up for it tomorrow, you tilt your head up to sink your teeth into his neck putting the lightest of pressure which makes whatever he was saying die in his throat with a gulp, letting you feel his adams apple bob.
When you release him you bury your head back into his chest like it didn't happen. And he's laying there wondering what just happened and why it felt so good?
Jeff
He was being a bitch again and had the nerve to call you one instead for interrupting his smoke. You’ve been so tired because of your period and he’s been busy so maybe yeah you were both pent up but right now you want to back hand him into next weekend or drown him in a well needed bath.
But to your surprise he’s skulked off into the bathroom on his own leaving you to straighten up the bedroom humming to his cds.
Jeff had his own problem. He’s been missing you all week and he knows you’re tired and he’s pissed that nothing ever works unless it’s you. And damn it does he try to get off in the shower but instead it leaves him more pent up so he walks out of the bathroom with damp hair and new sweats that barely conceal his hard on that’s twitching at everything you do. Which makes him feel more like a dog.
So when another argument breaks out, he’s got you pressed against the counter when you go to push him away with your hands on his lower stomach feeling his piercing when your thigh brushes up against him. Before you know it he’s basically doubling over and pressing himself into you cursing in your ear, “Fuck, don’t do that babes.”
Your hand on his lower stomach tightens as you drag your hand downward, he’s twitching and shaking before even properly touching him. Jeff’s worried he might bust right here right now, and goes to tell you off to save his own pride.
But you shut him up real quick bringing your mouth to his neck with a kiss, the calm before the storm and bite down on him with the last bit of anger.
Jeff’s not sure if he’s in heaven or hell, but he’s choking out a moan as he finishes right then and there gripping onto the counter, your shirt, your hand to try and pull you away, it’s just too much. And yet you’re too hungry to stop.
Nina
Nina had gotten a new lipstick and she’d been kissing you all over wanting nothing more than to test all of her new colors. And she's been teasing you too, one hand rubbing you through damp panties while placing tender kisses.
It was driving you insane and as you whine out for more, she'll think it over with mock annoyance, before flipping you both over. Leaving you on top forced to ride her thigh while her hand cradles your head as you kiss along her torso. So pretty, and lightly toned from doing dance dance and running through woods after prey.
You don't know why you did it, but your teeth end up sinking into her side, near her ribs just resting there feeling her buck up into you. Her multi colored lipsticks smearing on her skin, some in tri colored lips stains, others of hers stamped back onto her skin, a few smudged.
Your fingers slip down to her panties rubbing tight circles as you use her thigh. Helping her and lovingly return her kisses even as her hand tightens on your hair and the sheets.
Habit
You were minding your own business, hopping out of his truck with groceries while he stayed home for once. Really he stayed home because last night he was reaching curfew and in no way would he be able to dispose of the body before then. So he snuck the knocked out rabbit to the basement and pretended nothing happened. And since you were gone it meant he was able to play for a bit and enjoy the kill before disposing.
Which is how you found him covered in blood on your once clean couch man spreading watching tv. Oh you were livid as you started to piece everything together.
He greeted you with a, "Hey hey wife! Bring home sumthin' good for me?" but you ignored him. And habit hates to be ignored, so he'll sit and stay put watching you with this brooding look, eyes sometimes drifting to your ass when you bend over. At some point he’ll whistle at you, grabbing half your attention or just enough to see him pat his lap calling you over quietly.
Habit doesn’t make a sound as he watches you set whatever was in your hands down and place yourself in his lap, mostly hovering because he’s filthy. His arms snake around your waist and pull you down anyways.“C’mon,” he says in between bloody kisses to your neck and jaw, “Don’t be so sensitive.”
You can feel your anger rise again as he destroys your nice clothes. So you peel away from him and dip your head down biting at his jugular. Hard enough to leave indents but not enough to draw blood. He’s grinning though, titling his head back for you taking his hands down from your waist to your thighs and shifts you over his hard on. Surprisingly he doesn’t mind it, it ignites the animalistic part of him and he’s more than ready to fuck your anger out and make you all pliant again. It’s what he does best.
Toby
Toby kept biting you actually. If he's being honest he started this, and he doesn't regret it. Because you know he doesn't feel pain but you've never really leaned into it, until now.
Your sitting on his couch as he bites down rather harshly, hands roaming your torso as he humps your thigh. A low groan leaves your lips and he eats it up, licking over the irritated skin.
No matter how much scolding you do, Toby can't fully control himself when he's oh so close and trembling on top of you. Praise falling from his muffled lips as you grip his hair, feeling the dark brown curls, some knotted and locking your fingers in place, letting you guide his head away from you baring his own neck for you to sink your teeth it. And the pressure, the sharp indents that feel like love taps instead of stabbing, makes him whine out, your leg becoming wet from the leaking tip trapped in his jeans.
And with your hand trapped there comfortably, he can't help but beg for more.
Tim
Tim had such juicy thighs and arms. And while sometimes it made him insecure about being so 'big' yet you never complain and always end up begging for more. It puts his mind at ease, makes him soften his touch.
Tim was a bit sweaty when he got in the door, out of breath from moving heavy furniture into the house. Setting the last thing down he sought you out. Finding you rather quickly, laying on his bed and clearing his throat to grab your attention, saying, "Hey darlin, i'm back. Gonna grab a drink and something to eat. want anything?"
Of course you do. And Tim isn't dumb when you beckon him closer, trading places with him as you stand up. Pushing him on to the bed, fingers running over his belt buckle and under his flannel to his happy trail. He's quick to lift his hips up for you to drag them down to his knees giving you better access to suck him off.
He's sighing tangling his hand in your hair, and he also knows his thighs are about to be marked up once more making a mental note to return the favor as your teeth dig into his thick thigh.
Tim will pry you off his thigh and make you finish him quick when close. Praising you for taking such good care of him, dragging you onto the bed telling you he's got to return the favor somehow.
He forgets all about wanting a drink, or eating.
