Kinktober day 12
A/N: GUYS i'm so tired from work, this is a short one.. i do loveeeee being bitten though..
Day 12: biting, Scott McCall x reader
Warning: biting..
Summary: Scott loves biting you..
i imagine scott bitinng you when he’s bored, to get your attention.
“babe..” he huffed, nipping at the skin of your belly where his head rested. he wanted attention, he was bored because you were on your phone, and he wanted you to focus om him. scott’s teeth dug into your soft skin, leaving a mark behind. he loved seeing the bitemarks on your skin, he loved showing that you were his.
his fingers pushed your cotton shorts up, his lips trailing down to your thighs, digging his teeth in the plush skin there, hard. it made you gasp, he definitely had your attention now. he soothed the skin with his tongue, looking up at you with those damned puppy eyes.
“Okay… okay you have my attention.” you murmured softly, putting your phone away. your fingers moving, tangling in his hair. you gave you little tug on his brown curls, smiling softly at him. he gave you a little smile back, his lips trailing back up your body, his hands pushing your shirt up. his pupils were dilated, his gaze hungry. “mhm…” he mumbled, his head burying between your breasts. teeth digging in the smooth skin, “love these… so much” he mumbled between soft bites and licks.
and when he gets to fuck you, his teeth were digging in your shoulder, your neck, your tits, everywhere he could reach, he knew you loved the stinging sensation it gave. “baby…” he gasps, teeth digging into your throat. biting down hard enough to almost draw blood from your skin. between needy thrusts he was nipping your lips, his teeth tugging at your earlobe while he whispered filthy things in your ear. and when he came, he bites down hard enough to actually draw blood, groaning against your skin, soothing the sting with his tongue.
He appreciates the marks, he’ll press soft kisses on each of them, to sooth you while you come down from your high. his lips gentle against the red, stinging skin. “did so good fo’ me.” he’ll mumble, tracing the marks with his fingers. “all mine….”
