nicole

katsuki cannot handle it when you ride him, even though he'll tell you otherwise. he's boastful the first time, all cocky and eager, confidence just dripping from his voice as he gets comfortable on the bed.

but as soon as he feels you sink onto him, legs on either side of his hips and hands resting on his shoulders, it's as if all his self-control is gone.

and for a while, he can handle it. he can keep up with you and help you move against him. but his resolve is no match for your stamina and the sweet sounds of your voice in his ear.

when you lean forward, hugging his body to yours, neck pressed into the hollow of his neck and all he can hear are your moans and whimpers in the shell of his ear, he's a goner :(

he knows it and so do you.

his heart practically beating in his throat, eyes bloodshot and his forehead dewy. it's like he's paralyzed. completely in awe as he watches himself disappear inside you. over and over again.

not even you calling his name can take him out of this trance, nor the way you plant kisses on his face as a check for a sign of life — he's completely lost in you and would never dare to find his way back.