Borderline Sane

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› dont mind this. i’m ovulating and REALLY needed to get this out 😭 !!

❤︎ Noir loves cowgirl position. He likes how he can get his hands all over you. He also adores seeing your reactions — the way your brows furrow, or how your mouth forms an ‘O’. He thinks it’s hot. 

❤︎ Despite his mouth not working quite right anymore, he loves eating you out. He loves how receptive you are. The way you clench around his fingers, the way you grind into his touch. It’s a man’s dream. 

thinking about katsuki who had a few drinks while out with kirishima and denki, drinking isn’t something he usually does, katsuki hates when he’s out of his head, he needs to be in control of his senses, and when he’s not it seriously irks him.

but katsuki is also hot headed and stubborn, and he’s very easy to rage bait.. so when denki made some sideways remark about how katsuki couldn’t handle his liquor.. well.. katsuki had to prove him wrong.

which he just barely did. as soon as he got out of the uber, he threw up inside the potted plant outside of your shared apartment. see, katsuki can’t handle his liquor.. maybe if he had paced himself, but katsuki went in hard, drink after drink after drink.. and now he’s stumbling through the hallway into the shared bedroom, door slightly ajar as you wait for him.

“baby.” he slurs, voice rough and unsteady, broad frame lingering in the doorway.

“suki?” you ask, brows furrowed.

he stumbles in fully now, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed, a wobbly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. his scar looks more prominent in the dim light, cheeks flushed red, eyes low and hazy.

“are you drunk?” you ask, trying to hold back your giggle, but it slips out anyway.

he scowls, grabbing one of the plush pillows from the bed and tossing it weakly at your head.

“shuddup,” he grumbles, words slightly slurred. “m’fine.”

you laugh, and he’s already crawling into bed, collapsing most of his body weight on top of you. his skin is unusually warm against yours, breath skittering over your neck as he speaks, the sharp tang of alcohol lingering on it.

“s’not drunk—hic—denki said i couldn’t handle shit, so i…” he pauses, brows pinching together like he’s trying to remember his own point.

“proved him wrong.”

you raise a brow. “did you?”

“yeah,” he mutters defensively, burying his face further into your shoulder. “don’t start.”

you hold his head up gently when he tries to melt bonelessly into the crook of your neck again, but your nails drag through his scalp, and he lets out something caught between a grumble and a whimper, eyelids fluttering embarrassingly fast.

he looks beautiful painted in the dim light, softer somehow, gentler under the warm glow. intoxicated katsuki is different than sober katsuki—less sharp around the edges, less guarded. sober katsuki is still soft in the center, it just takes more work to get there, more patience, more pushing past the bark to reach the bite he never really means. but drunk katsuki? drunk katsuki melts like a puddle in your arms.

“whaddya lookin’ at,” he grumbles, words muffled and slightly sloshy, shifting under your hold like a cat pretending it hates attention while very obviously leaning into it.

you smile, eyes glinting with pure adoration. “just how pretty you are.”

his cheeks turn beet red instantly, ears matching a second later. for a moment, a dopey smile pulls at his mouth before he catches himself, replacing it with a grumpy frown instead.

“quit bein’ weird,” he mutters, though there’s no heat behind it. he hides his face in your neck, but you catch the way his brows soften, fondness written all over them.

he peppers you in kisses now, messy little things all over your face, heated pecks pressed sloppily against skin. the haze of alcohol lingers in every movement, clumsy but impossibly affectionate.

“tch. you’re prettier, stupid,” he mumbles against your cheek.

you grin. there he is.

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note: it’s been years since i’ve wrote for katsuki on my blog.. it feels like it anyways i hope u guys enjoy.. from the queue

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Choso is sweet. Painfully so, in the way that melts your heart into a warm puddle of adoring goo every time he has sex with you. He’ll murmur quiet praises in your ear, accompanied by soft moans and whispers of reverence.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Taking me so well, I’m so so proud of you.”

And, his favourite, a simple “I love you” as he fucks his cum back inside. With his tongue. Or his fingers, he isn’t choosy.

But, sometimes, you just wish he’d be a little bit… meaner, maybe.

“Cho, I’ve been thinking.” You say, unsure on how to broach the topic. “You’re perfect the way you are, of course, and I don’t want what I’m about to say to make you feel like you’re doing something wrong-“

That gets his attention. Huge brown eyes locking onto your face, lip jutting out in concentration as you speak.

You sigh. “When we, um, have sex…” he blushes, but keeps his eyes on you, “…do you think you could… I don’t know, be a little bit mean?”

“But, baby…” he pouts, “how could I? You’re so perfect I can’t not be nice, and your eyes go all big and you feel so soft around me.” You roll your eyes in embarrassment, “but… if it’s what you want, of course I will. Anything for you.”

And oh, do you perk up at that.

The change happens the next evening, with dinner forgotten on the table as Choso pliably bends you down into the mattress. Your back arches, face smushed into the pillows, and he clears his throat. You’re expecting praise as usual, but instead-

“Fuck, baby, look at you-“ he pants, voice cracking, “so greedy for me, I can see you sucking me in.”