This is more of a thirst but listen, I literally can’t stop thinking about that Bakugou teeth post, so imagine Bakugou leaving pretty bruises along your inner thighs. There’s just something so pretty and possessive about you being marked and claimed as his own.
Warnings: marking, hickeys, visible bruises, biting, body worship, gn!reader, 18+ Minors DNI
The way his teeth sink into your skin, it's a sort of religious experience.
There's a line somewhere, “I choked / on such longing I couldn’t spit out," and Katsuki Bakugou is suffocated at once by your thighs and by the deep, constant, and desperate need to feel as much of you on his tongue as possible.
No space for breath, it's all taken up by the glorious feeling of fullness in his mouth when he sucks skin between his lips and feels the ache in his jaw to dig his canines in too harshly.
Loving is such a sweet sting to him. It's hard to find and tough to keep and everything he does is a fight--tooth and nail--so it's not surprise that this is too. A fight to make you writhe, to swallow you whole, to crawl into your ribs and make his home wrapped around the pulsing muscle of your heart. A fight to make you his.
So that you know how badly he wants you, that he isn't afraid, that he wants everyone else to know too.
That his teeth find there home in your flesh and you welcome the burn. That you aren't afraid. That you let him love you how he needs to.
Nestled in the sheets, between your legs, Katsuki sucks the plush of your thighs into his mouth and starves himself of air in favor of tasting the sweet salt of your skin. Supernovas of bruises, marked with exploding starbursts where his mark has broken blood vessels, paint the canvas of flesh bracketing either side of his head. He licks and nips and claims you until there is no skin left unmarred.
Until his head swims and his vision blurs from the lack of oxygen, and your hands are reaching down to ground him again. Those palms he's mapped so well cup his cheeks, one thumb toying with his swollen lower lip, slick with spit and dripping liquid words of devotion off his tongue he can't say out loud.
He must look a hazy-eyed mess resting his head on the soft skin above the crux of your thighs. He doesn't care. He's simply honored you let him do this.
And he'll busy himself the rest of the night, lapping at all the places you need his mouth, for as long as you'll let him.
Because Katsuki Bakugou never looses a fight.
