5. Seamus/Ginny

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Kinktober Day 5 (Sadism/Masochism)

"Yes!" Seamus growled as Ginny's nails raked down his back again. His hips started to thrust faster as she brought them back up to the top of his shoulders and dug them into his skin. He felt them break through and knew that his back would be a bloody mess when they were through, but it was what made the sex with her all the better. "More, Gin. Again." He panted as he slammed into her. She used her claw-like nails to pull his face down closer to her's.

"Bite me. Hard. Then I'll give you what you want." She purred, her words bouncing like her hips against his thighs. He dropped his face to the soft curve of her shoulder, where the last set of teeth marks was still a vibrant purple on her skin. Smiling, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth right next to the bruise, biting down hard. She gasped, then let out a guttural moan as her nails made their sharp decent down his back. He moaned into her skin, quickening his pace to a punishing speed. He released her flesh, pressing a kiss to it before moving his head to the other side and biting down on a spot just below her collar bone. She moaned again, bucking her hips into his.

"Lower, Seamus. Bite my tit. Please." Ginny tried to nudge his head lower, but he shook his head. She groaned, but knew what he wanted. She grabbed his shoulders again, digging her nails in at the base of his neck this time, and started the slow pull down his spine. His back arched sharply and he let out a hiss as he released her flesh again.  He quickly dropped his head down and bit down hard just to the outside of her left nipple. Ginny cried out, orgasming hard from the sweetness of the pain. She latched her nails into the soft skin of Seamus's ass and sent him over the edge as well, slamming his hips into hers hard as he came. After they had both collapsed and recovered, Seamus stood up and walked across the 6th year boy's dormitory, looking out the window to make sure the school was still watching the quidditch match. Ginny smiled as she saw the blood streaking his back and shoulder. He turned to look at her, raising and eyebrow.

"I do good work," She said as she stood up. He walked over, grabbing her nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. As she arched against him, he smiled.

"Aye, as do I." And he bit down on her right nipple as he slid his free hand between her thighs again.

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