

how about a little nsfw hmm

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Katsuki doesn't like to get attached.
With his line of work, it's just safer that way. He'd find release in a pretty little thing who'd fuck him for one night every now and then.
It's easier. Much easier to not get attached. https://twitter.com/damiselart/status/1338823907940458499
But Shouto Todoroki was a roaring spitfire laced with unbridled ferocity— a burning enigma that brands his skin.
He was a forbidden jewel. And Katsuki loved shiny things. /Especially/ when society deems that he can't have them.
And Katsuki usually Takes what he wants.
He was a forbidden jewel. And Katsuki loved shiny things. /Especially/ when society deems that he can't have them.
And Katsuki usually Takes what he wants.
He was beautiful down on his knees, begging for Katsuki to use him.
He was beautiful with an arched back, Katsuki's name on his tongue, and his own lips pressing endless kisses onto Katsuki's sweat slicked skin.
He had an ethereal glow after each night of pure ecstacy.
He was beautiful with an arched back, Katsuki's name on his tongue, and his own lips pressing endless kisses onto Katsuki's sweat slicked skin.
He had an ethereal glow after each night of pure ecstacy.
It'd be such a shame if people knew pro-hero Shouto was just his obedient little slut behind locked doors.
Besides, heroes should never associate with villains that way.
It's just the way their society works. Katsuki is used to hiding anyway.
Besides, heroes should never associate with villains that way.
It's just the way their society works. Katsuki is used to hiding anyway.
There are some moments where he'd wake up much earlier after one of those nights and he'd catch Shouto's sleeping form beside him on the bed.
He'd be all disheveled red and white hair, skin littered with marks, and lips parted just enough to let out breath after shaky breath.
He'd be all disheveled red and white hair, skin littered with marks, and lips parted just enough to let out breath after shaky breath.
These are the moments Katsuki finds Shouto the most beautiful.
For a brief second, he could pretend that neither of them are at opposite ends of a corrupt society.
For a fraction of time, he could hold Shouto in his arms and shut out the rest of the world around them.
For a brief second, he could pretend that neither of them are at opposite ends of a corrupt society.
For a fraction of time, he could hold Shouto in his arms and shut out the rest of the world around them.
But no matter how hard he tries to manifest it in his head, reality hits him harder than an avalanche.
Shouto would stir after a few minutes, lazily steal a few kisses, and he'd be right out that door as if the night before was just another one night stand.
Shouto would stir after a few minutes, lazily steal a few kisses, and he'd be right out that door as if the night before was just another one night stand.
Yet Katsuki knows Shouto doesn't want any of this to end. He would have stopped at a one night stand if he didn't care about him.
And Katsuki was unfortunately and irrevocably attached to Shouto Todoroki.
"Stay," He'd whisper into his neck.
"Can't..." was the usual reply.
And Katsuki was unfortunately and irrevocably attached to Shouto Todoroki.
"Stay," He'd whisper into his neck.
"Can't..." was the usual reply.
Can't stay.
Can't give my life up for you.
Can't pretend that everything is alright.
But Katsuki would always say, "Just five more minutes?"
And Shouto's response would be to bury his head into Katsuki's chest, holding him impossibly closer than before.
Can't give my life up for you.
Can't pretend that everything is alright.
But Katsuki would always say, "Just five more minutes?"
And Shouto's response would be to bury his head into Katsuki's chest, holding him impossibly closer than before.
Soon enough, those five minutes would be over and Shouto would be gone.
That is until the next night, in a different hotel, in a different city.
Where Shouto drops to his knees to service him once more.
Katsuki would close his eyes and let himself believe that this is love.
That is until the next night, in a different hotel, in a different city.
Where Shouto drops to his knees to service him once more.
Katsuki would close his eyes and let himself believe that this is love.
Song: illicit affairs by Taylor Swift