Explicit/16+ - biting, blood kink, dry humping, cumming in pants, overstimulation, you're feral and Butcher loves it
You spilled a little water on the floor while doing the dishes. A simple, normal thing. Somehow Butcher even made that dirty.
You grabbed some paper towels when the water splashed back at you while scrubbing a particularly stubborn frying pan, getting down on your knees to mop it all up.
By the time you were finished, you turned around to see Butcher standing over you, arms crossed, smirk ever present.
You froze. He was making some smart-ass comment about you looking good from that angle, but all you could think was the same, about him.
Your eyes zeroed in on his arms, more precisely, the veins running over the muscle. Without thought, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard enough you almost bled.
"Y'alright, luv?" His voice pulled you back to the world "What, y'need somethin' t' bite onta'?"
You nodded, hands reaching out before you could stop yourself. Your palms hooked under the backs of his knees, knocking him down onto the floor with a thud.
"Oi! What the fuck was tha' for?!"
You didn't answer, moving on top of him in a second, teeth sinking down into his forearm, sucking and biting your ownership all over him.
He just stared, the pain stinging deliciously before he chuckled, his other arm against the floor, holding himself up.
"Y're just a feral lil thing, ain't 'cha?"
You nodded again, this time with your mouth over his skin.
He smirked, pleased with himself, and you of course.
Just as he opened his mouth to make another snide remark, you threw one of your legs over his, positioning yourself over him, grinding down without thinking.
You dragged your hips up and down his leg slowly at first, relieving the aching tension, before you got really desperate, rutting against him.
Your hand clambered to his pants, palming the considerable bulge in them.
His hand fisted in your hair, pressing you down harder, a metallic taste dancing over your tongue. Almost any other time, you would've checked to make sure he was okay, stopped yourself, something, but now? You couldn't care less, and neither could he.
You worked him up fast, the pain and pleasure mixing inside, hips bucking up to chase his high.
Somehow, you came in perfect time together, a wet mess spreading over both of you.
You kept going though, slower, edging both yourself and Butcher into blissful overstimulation, twitching pathetically.
"Fuck, luv" He let his head fall back against the tiles, breath coming in heavy "Makin' me feel like a damned teenager, cumming in m' pants an' all"
You finally pulled off, jaw starting to ache as you slid up, head resting against his shoulder.
"Mhm" You muttered hazily, licking your lips, teeth attaching to his neck now, lazy, comfortable.
"M' dumb little bunny" He hummed, arm wrapped around you, eyes flicking to the little dribbles of red as you spread it over his neck too, lips stained in him.