pro hero bakugou who becomes slightly deaf over the years from the loud explosions from his quirk.
and after dating for a while, finally he’s got you in his bed. gorgeous, naked and wet. he can’t take his lips off you. down your neck as you twitch beneath him, planking with his forearms by your head.
“i’m gonna touch you,” he prefaces, just incase you were unaware.
bakugou places his middle and pointer fingers on your bottom lip, “open up.”
wordlessly you do, sucking on his fingers. swirling your tongue around the digits and coating them with your spit. bakugou hasn’t been harder in his life. still he’s got his underwear on and his cock is pressing at the seams.
“fuck baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed at your face. he won’t admit it yet, but you’re his dream girl. “all f’me.”
then he pops them out to slap onto your clit.
it’s clear you like it when he rubs slow clockwise circles on your nub. your hips keep hitching up for more, legs opening wider to fit his body between. he sees your chest heaving breathlessly and he can feel the shaky vibration of your low moans. low. he can’t hear them.
you’re biting down on your bottom lip, digging your nails into his bicep as you arch your back. clearly, you’re loving it.
he reads your lips as you mouth a fuck, fuck, fuck.
bakugou frowns. he rests on his knees, keeping up the strokes on your clit. his hand rests on your throat and your eyes are set ablaze widening with interest. though he’s only testing for vibrations.
“why the hell are you so quiet?” he blurts. bakugou flushes hot as soon as the words slip out his mouth, partly insecurity because of his hearing, partly because he’s not sure if he’s reading you wrong and partly because now he’s unsure if he’s doing a good job.
but to his surprise you look away from him, clenching your eyes shut. you’re saying something but he’s missing the last few words. so the hand on your throat slides to your chin, forcing you to face him. he gets you pouting, unable to make eye contact.
“what is it? d’you want me to stop?” he says but the second he takes his hand off you, you grip his wrist with a face of pleading. round wide eyes and a wobbly bottom lip. bakugou resumes his slow rubbing.
“i’m… shy,” you mumble, arching your hips into his hand impatiently. “don’t wanna be too loud.”
that gets bakugou chuckling, sexy and boyish. you’re fucking shy. he squeezes your cheeks in his hand and your eyes drop.
“don’t laugh at me!” you bite but a harder press to your clit and you moan. you moan loud enough for bakugou to catch. that’s what he’s been wanting.
“you needa be loud f’me,” he says slowly, inching close to your face. “y’know i can’t hear shit. i need to hear you.”
“oh!” you fluster, “oh, sorry—.”
bakugou shakes his head, he’s always hated apologies.
“loud, baby. or i’m not givin’ you my mouth or cock.” he nods at you, dropping his hand back to the base of your throat. “d’you understand?”
you’re hypnotised by his ruby pupils, head nodding away before you can even take in his words.
“yes, yes. i won’t hold back.” you glance at his clothed cock, large and thick. you run your hand down his chest, stopping at his underwear band. “i want you.”
“good,” he breathes. he feels like a revved engine with a new battery. “i want you too.”
when bakugou slides those same two fingers inside of you, you’re so loud that he’s already welcoming the complaints from his neighbours.
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