Katsuki has never done anything half-heartedly in his life. Everything he does has passion and dedication poured into it. This even includes when he’s doing something as simple as kissing you.

“c’mere.” he grumbled, his low and gravelly voice stirring up a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. his blown out pupils overcame the ruby in his eyes and his lips curved up into a dangerous smirk. his large calloused hand enveloped the nape of your neck, pulling your face closer to his. the smell of his cologne was nauseatingly intoxicating. he captured your glossy lips in an open-mouthed, hungry kiss that nearly knocked all the air out of your lungs. he deepens the kiss with his hand still on your nape, guiding you to where he wants you most.