The Things You Left Behind | Kiribaku Omegaverse |

So Bite Me!

"Kat . . ."

"Katsuki."

"Katsuki!"

"Ugh . . ." The rumbling voice in his ear sent tremors down Bakugou's spine. "Ah! E-Ei, hurry up."

The room, cast in darkness by the curtains, had been soaked with the heavy scent of alpha and the overpoweringly sweet omega pheromones until the air seemed too thick to breath. Through heaving pants a few deep, whispered words rolled from the alpha lips, desire echoed by low keens from the body beneath him. The places Kirishima's hands traced were hot and twitching, dripping with sweat from the friction between them. The feeling of their bare skin clashing sent the alpha wild.

"Kat . . ." The omega's name reverberated from deep in his chest, his blurring, hot gaze sliding lazily over Bakugou's shoulders and nape. He bent down and swept his tongue over the skin, tracing the bumps of Bakugou's spine up to his hair line.

Bakugou whined, long and gentle, as he felt the alpha's mouth graze his neck. "Mmmm, Eiii—Ah, fuck!" His content moan only splutter quickly into a shocked gasp when Kirishima's hips bucked once again.

With Bakugou's attention pulling away from his neck, Kirishima buried his face into the omega's scent glands, lapping over the pheromone laced skin as if he could taste the caramel smell. The alpha's teeth itched, tingling like millions of needles in his gums as he breathed in the heat pheromones, eyes not leaving the soft, sensitive skin.

Bite! Bite him! Mark him! His core flared and burned at his insides. The tang of blood and firm flesh oozing against his sharp canines was becoming too strong of an image in his head. Mark him! It's easy, just bite down. Bite him! Claim him!

"Ei."

"Hm?" A hand pushed Kirishima's face away from the omega's neck, covering over the gland exposed to the alpha just moments before.

"Eijiro, fight it." Bakugou had pulled his face from the pillow to look up at the alpha. His sharp red gaze flashed, a grimace beginning to pull at the edges of Bakugou's mouth. "Don't bite me, alpha-boy. You told me you could handle it."

Kirishima observed him for a minute as he let his instincts settle, watching his top lip tremble and the subtle shake of the fingers bracing against his vulnerable nape. Finally, Kirishima grinned at him, pressing his mouth gently against the back of Bakugou's hand while he swallowed away the tingling in his jaw.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, Kat, I'll keep in control this time." He brushed his fingers through Bakugou's sticky blond hair before letting out a chuckle. "I made a promise, didn't I?

What was a swirl of drowning darkness was beginning to fade, the shadows strung between a fleeting dreams ebbing away into the corners of my vision. The memories woven into the fabric of sleep slipped from my consciousness, tucking themselves quite firmly away in the very edges of his thought. To the dim light of day, my eyes only just managed to flutter open.

The room greeted me as a blur of dull colour and brightness. As I found my focus, my eyes traced the trail of sunlight from its source, creeping out between the curtains, and down over the folds of the blankets. Beyond that my cupboards and walls seemed dark in comparison, only lit up by the reflection the sun off the white sheets. I let out a sigh as my eyes finally adjusted, knowing I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again.

Gradually, I dragged my body from the pool of warmth in the bed, flopping into the centre of the mattress on my back. The cool, untouched fabric sent tiny shivers up my spine, begging me to return the comfort of my former sleeping position. But I stayed put. The movement had already drawn attention to things I would find uncomfortable even after return to that spot. The sensation of filth on my skin was so intense I felt as if I had been through a fucking garbage shoot. A combination of sweat and all matter of other things I didn't want to think about made my body sticky and my hair mattered with an almost humid texture. Running my fingers through it made my nose wrinkle.