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kinktober — day 1 | marking/biting

flesh • [kim jiwon]

bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh

pairing: kim jiwon x fem.!reader genre: smut, established relationship, dom!idol x sub!reader synopsis: porn without plot <3 word count: 640 warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it, before u tap it, kiddos), marking, biting

 before y’all come at me with “he’s married” and so on, i know and this os was requested and written during the time before he shared those amazing news with us, so (though it feels a bit wrong) i am still going to share it with you

Pushing deeper into you, Jiwon drew another moan from your lips as you tried to lift yourself on your forearms, at which you failed because every last ounce of strength went into taking your boyfriend’s dick. You let out a deep sigh, burying your face in the pillow, desperately in need of his hands all over your body.

»Jiwon-ah ~«, you purred, wiggling your ass against his hips to take him balls-deep into you. »Want your lips on me . . . M-mark me?«

He chuckled, collecting your hair in a makeshift ponytail and harshly tugging at it. »Mind repeating that? I’m not sure if I heard the magic word correctly.«

»Please?«

»Please what, Princess? Did I already fuck you too dumb to reply in full sentences?«

»Jiwon~« A loud sigh of his name escaped you. »Please, please mark me. I want to feel your lips on my body.«

You clenched around him, trying to get his attention to your needs, but he just pulled out of you, replacing his dick with his fingers on your clit. Jiwon leaned in closer, showering your shoulders in open-mouthed kisses as his hand stilled its movement. 

»Why didn’t you tell me straight away.«

His lips rested on the nape of your neck, softly suckling at your sensitive skin and leaving a pointillism painting of his lust in different shades of purple and red.

You thrust forward against his fingers, missing the friction they had brought you when your lover found a new spot to leave his marks of love.

He helped you turn around, not enough space on the canvas of your skin left on your neck, and continued his gentle work as his fingers joined the rhythm of his lips. He placed kisses on both your collarbones and jaw before locking his lips with yours and harshly biting your bottom lip.

»Stop fucking yourself with my hand«, he hissed a comment to your desperate movements against his digits between your folds.

You whined when he removed his fingers from your core but almost screamed in shock, when he quickly replaced them with his dick, harshly thrusting back into you. »Can’t even wait for me to make her finish, no, the princess has her own will!«

You sighed a meaningless apology, both of you fully aware you’d do it again if you had to, and tangled your hands in his hair to bring his face closer to you. 

»Bite me.«

Your clear command made him groan, your clenching walls only fueling his lust as he sank his teeth into the flesh of your neck, leaving bite marks along with his previous spots. 

Your orgasm got closer when he draped your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to push in deeper and licking your sensitive inner thighs. He decorated those in the same pattern he painted on your neck, purples, and reds tinting your perfect skin. Just a while ago, there was not a scar, not any hint of them ever being touched, whereas now you regularly had to wear long pants in the summer heat to hide his lips’ artwork.

 Another thrust of his hips sent you over the edge, your hand clutching his dark hair tightly as you cried out his name in ecstasy and tried to calm your breath when he helped you ride out your orgasm.

Soon after you finished, his thrusts started to get sloppy, a hint of his approaching climax when he reattached his lips to your chest, suckling at the soft skin underneath your collarbones. He sighed quietly, your name lingering on his lips shortly before reaching his high. Sinking his teeth back into the flesh of your boobs, he shot his seed into you, painting your walls in white; a contrast to the color on the rest of your body.

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not my fav work tbh (might change up some things throughout the day, sorryyyyy) ,,,,,, and i kinda focused on the „marking“, hope you still like it, bobby anon :3

taglist:

@faeriecobie, @scuzmunkie, @multistan30

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kinktober setlist

Hell to Pay (Part 1)

In which you call upon a demonic being who seems happy to do your bidding in exchange for a little companionship…

General Tags: +18 (Minors DNI), EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, DARK CONTENT, Hawks x Reader, Takami Keigo x Reader, Female Reader, Fallen Angel!Hawks, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mild to Moderate Angst, Mentions of Heavy Drinking, Reader Has Poor Self Esteem, Reader is a People Pleaser, Reader has an Ex-Boyfriend (but he’s kinda shitty), Hawks is a lil mean    

Part 1 Tags: Mentions of Death, Mild Blood, Implications of Emotional Manipulation 

Part 2 Tags: Sex as Payment, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Biting

Part II 

Also available on my AO3!

AN: uuh so that halloween fic….it’s ok if its 24 days late right???? 😂

PLEASE READ BEFORE DIVING INTO THE FIC!!

Many elements in this fic are taken from Dante’s Inferno and Paradise Lost, so please just bear that in mind before delving in!

There is also VERY DUBIOUS CONSENT – reader does agree in the end, but it’s not without some hesitation, so please do not read this if that makes you uncomfortable! In addition to the above tags, if descriptions of emotional manipulation, self-deprecation, sickness and severe headaches make you uncomfortable, then this fic will not be fun for you!    

I left the reader’s intentions for the summoning ambiguous because I thought that would be easier/more inclusive if that makes sense???

HUGE THANK YOU to @keilemlucent for beta reading! 💕💕💕  

Hell to Pay (Part 1)

Thirteen candles, three tubs of salt, ten tubes of paint and a clumsy hand wound.

What has your life come to? You’re probably not even doing this right. There must be some more in-depth method to a summoning, because this all seems too textbook.

Thirteen candles; twelve placed in a circle at each point of a clock so the demon can find the way out of Hell, and the thirteenth in your hand so the demon can find you.

A ring of salt around the twelve candles to keep it trapped. Hopefully a breeze doesn’t disrupt the circle mid-ritual…

Ten tubes of red paint to draw the pentagram, each symbol and image copied straight from the book you’d ordered.

And a hand wound to get the blood needed to entice the demon to come out. You would smack yourself across the face if it didn’t hurt so much. Because the concept of summoning a demon is so incredibly ridiculous – and the fact that you’re sitting before a scene that looks like it’s come straight from some cheaply made horror flick – that you want to scream.

But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it? You’ve had a pretty bad week. Even if this doesn’t work, it’s nice to fantasise about summoning the worst Hell has to offer and setting them loose as a collective fuck you to the world.

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Aggressive women are the best.