ê° çè±Șćć·± ê± âș katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni.
pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv
for someone whoâs so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper âthreatensâ to spill from his lips, heâs gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.
he kisses you like heâs trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure youâre so full of him that no sound can escape.
âkats breathe,â you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.
âshut up,â he snarls, but thereâs no heat beneath his words.
when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.
âfuck,â he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you
when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if heâs physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.
you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.
a sound thatâs half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder â using your body to silence his own.
heâs drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. thatâs what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound thatâs completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. itâs sound of him stripped of all his defenses
and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. âdonâtââ
âdonât what ? donât stop ?â you tease, rolling your hips again.
âstop fuckinâ lookinâ at me like that,â heâll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.
but youâre not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. âlet me hear you,â you murmur âwanna hear how good i make you feel.â
âno,â he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. âcanât. itâs too damn embarrassing.â
âitâs hotâ you counter, âyouâre hot katsuki. now let me hear you.â
âdonât â hah â say shit like thatâ he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he canât swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.
âthatâs it kats,â you encourage, âjust like that.â
when you lean back, changing the angle just so, that he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. âfuuuck . . . youâre soâhckâ damn youâ
his face is completely red, and heâs so, so loud but heâs past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need
âgonna. . fuck, baby. . iâm gonnaââ he chokes out, and itâs the most warning youâve ever gotten from him.
he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the sameâthe whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.
then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know heâs replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, âthatâs never gonna happen againâ
you donât have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when youâre skin against skin and joined together as one, youâll break his silence all over again.
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