݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ Take the Noise Away
cws: MDNI18+, fem!reader, fingering, Katsuki Bakugo x reader
We’re all pretty much agreed that Kats is a light sleeper, brain still on alert even after a hard day of hero work and vigorous training. So, it’s no surprise that any movement from you in bed, whether it be to roll over and adjust, or just to cuddle up next to him has his red, sleepy gaze fluttering open for a few beats before he releases a long sigh out of his nose and dozes back off again, hand finding sanctuary wherever he can touch your warm skin.
It’s not just the physical aspect of it either; it’s like Katsuki can sense when your brain won’t turn off. You can be stock-still, lying on your back, arms at your side, not moving a single muscle while breathing slowly and quietly, and you still see his head roll against the pillow your way; his dimmed, bleary gaze burning a hole into your temple.
“You’re being too damn loud,” he grumbles. Your lips twitch and you blink, letting your eyes fall from the ceiling down to his as you look over at him.
“I haven’t even said anything.”
He huffs haughtily. “I’m talkin’ ‘bout yer damn brain. Shut it off and go to sleep. Yer keepin’ me up.”
You roll your eyes and look back up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply before releasing it into the quietness of the room.
“Don’t think it’s that easy, Kats,” you mutter. He blinks at you for a few more seconds, and just when you think he’s about to roll over and fall back asleep, leaving you to your staring contest with the ceiling fan, he sighs gently and scoots closer, surprising you.
Your gaze snaps over to his when his chest brushes against your shoulder; your lips part to ask him what he’s doing when he shushes you grumpily and slides his left arm under your neck and shoulder.
He pinches your chin between his index finger and thumb with his other hand, and pulls your face closer to his, his warm breath caressing your mouth and making you shudder and curl deeper into him. His heat, his strength, his safety.
“No talking. Shut it off,” he whispers, and the deep, gravely tone of his voice makes your thighs zip together, toes curling under the sheets.
His eyes catch the subtle movement and the corner of his mouth curls up into a small smirk that is begging to be called out and challenged by your sass, but before you’re able, his lips catch yours in an achingly soft kiss — the kind you get blessed with after an argument, or when he’s had a rough day and is left emotionally raw. Or, in this case, when he’s half-asleep but is still taking care of you in ways only he knows how to.
Your breath catches and you arch when his fingers trail down your chest, between your breasts and over your stomach, circling your navel once and huffing in amusement when you gasp from the ticklish sensation.
“K-Kats,” you murmur when his hand dips underneath the band of your underwear, fingers finding your warm, pulsing clit with expert precision, but are cut off once again when his teeth nip at your bottom lip in punishment.
“I said no talking,” he says against your mouth, swallowing your answering whimper.
You don’t realize how ready and pliant you are until he easily slides his long, calloused ring finger into your fluttering hole, pumping it in and out a few times before his middle joins in the ministrations.
One of your hands clenches the soft sheets underneath your trembling body while the other reaches for purchase on his thigh, squeezing the hard, toned muscle there until he grunts deep in his throat.
Your eyes flutter closed when the arm underneath your neck wraps around and he palms your breast, flicking your nipple until it hardens to an almost painful degree. The breath leaves you in a shuddering exhale, and he presses his forehead against your temple, panting softly between gentle, slow kisses against your ear and cheek.
“Close your eyes, sweets. Let me take the noise away for you, yeah?”
You’re nodding immediately and don’t hesitate to do as he says, a rare occurrence that tells you both just how desperate you were to come, but also to sleep.
Closing your eyes makes everything — every brush of his lips, the gentle sweep of his breath on your skin… the steady strokes of his fingers against the small rough spot in your pussy — feel as if it’s multiplied by a hundred, and you’re chasing a quickly forming high.
You roll your hips once, hearing a hum of approval that makes you shiver and preen, and are rewarded when Katsuki circles his thumb over your clit. You buck and gasp, but his body presses against yours, heavier than before to keep you from jerking away from him.
“Come f’me. Wanna taste you on my fingers, baby. Give it t’me.”
Warmth builds deep in your stomach, but not once does he change his pace. He keeps it even and slow, and when he feels your body start to tremble and your nails dig into his skin, he presses his forehead to your shoulder and releases a muffled moan while his hips rut against your thigh.
The pressure of his thumb increases slightly, but it’s just what you need to tip right over the precarious edge you were toeing. Your mouth drops open, eyes squeeze shut, and your muscles stiffen while your limbs flood and buzz with hot, static pleasure.
He fingers you through your high before he slowly pulls them out, ignoring your soft whine of disappointment. Your gaze is heavy, mind foggy, but you open your eyes just enough to watch him suck those same fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back with a groan of satisfaction.
When his attention finally falls back to you again, he smiles softly and cradles your jaw with the same hand he just made you see stars with. His lips find yours and he rolls you both until your nose is buried against his neck and you’re sprawled on top of him, humming happily.
“Sleep, sweet thing. You’ll need it when I wake you up in the morning.”
His cock, fitting snugly between your warm bodies, twitches, and you feel a bolt of anticipation run down your spine. But his body heat, and the gentle way his hand softly strokes your back, overpowers the lingering pleasure, and you feel your eyes droop until darkness finally swoops in to whisk you away to your dreams.
a/n: physically, i'm here. mentally, i'm in bed with kats
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