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being older by katsuki by a few years (max like 4) (he was your baby brothers best friend from the ages of like 6-8 before you guys moved countries for your parents careers) and then eventually coming back home to live with your new career and meeting him one day (he’s like 26 you’re like 29) (he stops by your work or he helps you in the street while donning the big scary dynamight uniform) and you’re like wtf i know this kid!

“bakugou?”

his name has his head turning towards you, brows furrowed at being addressed by someone he doesn’t know but as soon as he sees you, he’s like !!!!!! he knows you! you were his childhood crush!

“honey?!?” his brows relax then raise at the surprise!

his big arms wrap around you, completely out of character for him but his body just moves before his brain can adjust. you’re lifted off the floor as he picks you up, hugging you tight against him. your own arms wrap around his neck out of instinct as you’re hauled into the air, giggling at the grown man before you. last tine you had seen him was as he was saying goodbye to your brother, teary eyed but desperately trying to hide it behind rough passes off his fist over his eyes. he was so young, so small and now he is so old and so…big

he puts you down and steps back, remembering himself and the busy street around. “what the fuck are you doing here ?” he breathes out, words rushed with excitement.

“i moved back, around a month ago,” you scan the man before you, too big, too tall. “new job, new life all that kinda stuff.”

katsuki huffs a laugh. “more money?” there is a flash of canines as he grins.

you nod, feeling your cheeks heat. “not yet but one day, yeah.”

are you attracted to bakugou katsuki?!!?

there a beat of silence between you two, just taking a moment to eye each other up, something warm blooming between you both.

katsuki cracks first. “you wanna get food or something? i finish in-” he checks his watch. “two hours, you wanna grab lunch?”

a smile breaks across of your face and you have to tamp it down with your teeth. “i work till five but dinner?”

he nods once, lip quirking up into a smile.

“do you- can i..” he brings his phone out, holding out to you. “just so we can-“

a shrill beep cuts him off then a voice is blasting through his watch. “dynamight, there’s been an incident two blocks from your location. are you able to attend?”

the muscles in his jaw clench at the interruption.

“dynamight?” you tease, taking the phone from his gloved fingers. “i thought it was great explosion murder god dynamight?”

“you remember that?” his cheeks pink as he rubs the bare skin of his arms.

WHY ARE THEY SO BIG?!

“how could i forget? you two spent hours coming up with your hero names and then you wouldn’t stop screaming it every time you’d play.” you smile at the memory. it was sweet, wholesome, a childhood moment you know your brother cherishes.

“little katsuki, all grown up.” you hand the phone back, your number saved with a little heart emoji.

“not little anymore.” he smirks, slipping the phone back into a secret pocket in his pants.

you release a shaky breath, chest burning. “got that right.”

he raises a brow. “what’s that look?”

“dynamight, what’s your 20?” the voice from before cuts in again.

“yeah, i’m on the way.” he grunts into the watch’s receiver and is met with a soft “over.”

“no look just, good to see you.” you smile softly as he takes a step back, ready to enter hero mode again.

katsuki hums like the doesn’t believe you.

“i’ll text you when i finish this job, set up a place and time.” he nods towards the street behind him. “you finish at five yeah?”

you nod.

“dynamight, we need-“

“yeah alright, fuck me, i’m on the way.” his reply is barked, brows furrowing again. “five?” the aggression is gone as quickly as it came as he turns to you, all soft smiles and kind eyes.

“five.” you affirm.

dynamight takes a step back, as if he doesn’t want to leave you but also needs to go do his job.

“my little baby kats, a big hero.” the nickname is pulled from your memory as you smirk at him.

katsuki grins, wicked. “take out the little”

you raise a brow. “my baby kats?”

your cheeks blaze. you are NOT flirting with bakugou katsuki right now.

“that sounds so much better.” a flash of teeth has your stomach flipping. “see you at five.”

and then he turns and blasts away.

what the fuck just happened.

katsuki looks up from his spot on the floor, notebook open to his latest PR and rotation. he had started keeping track of his workouts in an old notebook a few weeks ago (the phone he had previously been using died and with that, lost all the data)

“of what?” the blonde eyes you through the mirror, catching every minuscule movement as you place your hands over your lower abdomen, fingers pushing into the plush tissue you find.

“this?” you press harder, your skin dipping beneath the pressure. “the fat?”

katsuki blinks at you but you pay him no mind, continuing to turn this way and that, getting all angles of your body in the mirror, glaring at the midsection that never seems to flatten out despite all your efforts.

“your uterus?” he asks with a raised brow.

your shoulders fall, breath wooshing out of you as you slump into a forward fold. a tad dramatic but you like the stretch in your thighs.

“it’s not my uterus!” the words come out muffled as you speak into your knees, your cheeks smooshed upwards at the inversion.

your boyfriends hand on your lower back has you tilting back up, fingers pressing into your hips to almost hinge you up right.

"Yeah, its not but its the fat that keeps it safe." he clarifies, sliding his palm over your stomach to come rest above your womb.

"but it's still fat." you frown despite the urge to smile as katsuki presses into you, his chest flush against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding eye contact with you through the mirror.

"more or less." a soft kiss is pressed to your exposed skin. "it has a purpose, just like all your other muscles have a purpose, this one is to keep everything safe and warm."

you hum. “still wanna get rid of it.”

katsuki presses down harder, holding you tighter against him as he bites down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. you are suddenely even more thankful for the private gym.

“even if its gonna keep all our kids safe?” his voice is slow, the timbre of it hitting you exactly where he had aimed. “i know my opinion shouldn’t matter but i love it so much.”

“seeing your cute little tummy, knowing that youre healthy drives me crazy.” one hand splays out across your abdomen, the other grips your hip and pulls you tighter against him. “when i’ve got you bent in half and you’re all squished and soft, fuck, makes me wanna put a baby in you right there and then, make you even softer and squishier.”

anyway

The fight had started off slowly, you explaining each move as you went through the motions, but it soon ended with you on the floor, clutching your cheek as your brain rattled in your skull. You don’t know how you ended up slumped in on yourself, the ringing in your ears just a little louder than normal, but it might have been the miscalculated right hook Sokka threw your way, your focus on your next attack and not on the dodge of the one heading your way.

Sokka yelps as you collapse, and he is instantly on you, his hands on your shoulders, holding you upright. Your name is a distant call through the ringing in your ears.

Sokka’s panicked face greets you as you squint against the sun.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay!!” he shouts, hands cupping your face.

Cold, calloused palms hold your cheeks, keeping your head steady.

You nod as best you can despite your restraint, blinking the shock away, but it does not clear the spinning vision.

Zuko’s panicked shout echoes through the training ground, the heavy flap of his robes and jingle of jewellery as he runs has your attention turning away from your friend. Zuko is a blur of red as he stops before you, instantly on his knees as he takes you from Sokka’s grip. Strong hands slip beneath your shoulders, hauling you into his arms, the familiar scent of jasmine and sandalwood a comfort.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He is frantic, golden eyes assessing every possible injury point. He cradles your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone and the blooming bruise beneath.

The warmth of Zuko's body has you curling into him, chasing the heat of his skin. Your eyes begin to slip closed, the spinning of your vision begin to turn your stomach.

"Sokka, what happened? I thought you were practising-" His voice grows distant, but you can still hear the bite in his words, the irritation and worry turning his tone venomous.

"We were! I didn't mean- Spirits, is she-" Sokka's panic shoves through the fog, and you want to ease both their minds, tell them you're okay and that there is nothing to worry about.

"Zu-" you mumble, muscles slackening in Zuko's arms. " 'm fine, Sokka jus- then i…m’okay.” You hear the words and feel your lips moving but don’t recall thinking them.

“She’s not okay. Get Katara.” Zuko’s voice goes distant. "Now. Sokka."

Soft taps against your cheeks have you blinking awake, the sun too bright, the world too swirly.

Your stomach begins to clench as nausea sets in.

“Hey, sweetheart, you gotta stay awake,"

Your eyes flutter open briefly before slipping shut again.

“Open your eyes, angel. Come on.”

Zuko is frantic, his voice trembling with worry and you want to talk to him, to reassure him that you're okay and there is nothing to worry about, but the twisting in your stomach and nausea sitting heavy in your throat have your mouth shut.

Panic begins to rise at the muddled realisation that you are going to be sick. The pain of a right hook you can deal with, the ringing ears and swirling vision, while not pleasant, is tolerable, but the acrid taste of bile rising in your throat has your heart racing.

“I'm going to be sick,” you mumble, clumsily pushing out of Zuko’s grasp, rising to your hands and knees as you begin to feel the heaviness in your gut.

Zuko is quick to adjust, kneeling beside you while pulling your hair from your face. Cold air kisses your flushed cheeks.

Your heart rate spikes, head spinning as you make the stupid decision to open your eyes.

"I don't wanna be sick," you whine, a hand reaching back in search of Zuko’s. He slips his palm into yours, squeezing tightly. "Zuko, Im scared-"

“I’m right here, baby. If you need to, just do it.” Zuko’s thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand. "Katara! Aang!" Zuko's worried shout echoes your own.

Ice cold panic floods your bloodstream as your body begins to tremble. You’d rather take a thousand blows to the head than spill your guts, but it’s gonna happen, you can’t stop it, and that makes it all worse.

Footsteps echo through the training ring, Sokka’s panicked shrieks distant as you begin to heave and your mind blanks.

——

You wake with a start. Jolting upwards and moving far too quickly, you feel the earth shift beneath your body. The world is too bright but below your hands is soft and warm, the smell of jasmine and tea and old books fills your senses, and you know you're home and inside your chambers. Your head aches horrifically, a band of pressure wrapped around your skull tightening with each exhale, but there is no dizziness or ringing in your ears, and your stomach seems to have settled so that’s something.

You can recall bits and pieces. The right hook to your skull, the sharp pain, the dizziness, the ringing, the feel of your insides being puked up. Zuko’s hand on your back and holding your hair, his voice soothing you that you’re okay and it’ll be over soon, Katara’s gentle fingers brushing over your forehead with the coolness of water, Aang blowing a steady soft breeze over your clammy skin. The absolute terror in your body as you heaved before waking up in your bed.

“Hey! You’re awake!” Sokka’s relieved sigh pulls your attention to your bedside.

The chaise lounge had been pulled to rest against the bed for whoever had taken shifts on watching you.

“ ‘m not dead. just got hit in the head,” you grumble, pressing the tips of your fingers along your brow bone, alleviating the pressure. “I’ve had worse.”

True. But no fight had left your puking and shaking.

Sokka hums. “Mmm, I don’t know. I got ‘ya pretty hard.”

You cast a glance his way. “I was distracted otherwise I would have dodged.”

“Sure, bud.” Sokka nods with a condescending purse of his lips.

You want to argue but your head hurts too bad.

“Where’s zuko?” You search the room, his side of the bed empty and undisturbed.

“He went to get you some food. I told him I would, but he says you only eat certain things after being sick.”

A faint smile blooms across your lips. He knows you so well.

“He also said you would be waking up soon, I don’t know if that was a lucky guess or-“

The door to your room opens, and the light from the hall has you squinting.

And in walks Zuko, tray in hand. “Oh. You’re awake.”

Your partner enters the room swiftly, the tray in his hand full of plain crackers and a pot of tea, peppermint from the smell wafting through the room, and a small slice of flatbread (a staple you had brought from your home and taught the cooks)

“How are you feeling?” he places the food on the edge of the settee, his movements eager in the rush to sit beside you. “is your head okay? should i get the physicians in again?”

The bed dips as he sits.

Gentle fingers press against your forehead, your unbruised cheek, the pulse point under your jaw. Zuko pauses for a moment as he feels your steady heartbeat beneath his fingers.

“I’m okay, just a little sore.”

Zuko hums, sliding his hand over your shoulder, massaging the muscle there. “But you threw up. Are you okay?”

“I’m more that okay, my love.” you place a hand on his thigh, squeezing reassuringly.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Sokka makes a noise from behind Zuko. “Ugh, now i’m gonna throw up.”

katsuki hates working nights. always has and always will. since his days as a trainee and it was mandatory to complete a four week stint overnight to earn his hero badge, he’s despised the late nights and sleepless days because no matter how much he tried to work with the timing, his body just could not adjust, so that now he is a fully fledged hero, working within his own up and coming agency where he can create his own roster, why had he found himself prowling the streets as the moon shone overhead. why had he subjected himself to the sleep deprived hell that is a seven pm to seven am when he could easily get some rookie to do the grunt work. he could be in bed, getting a decent nights sleep in that too big bed, eat his pre-made meals across from the empty chair at an reasonable hour, but he also ran the risk of running into you. you with your perfect day job down the road from his agency building, the one who was doing just too well after the break up, who had managed to pack your things in total silence without even a goodbye as you left your life with him behind, you who were everything he hated but all he wanted and who he could not let go.

bakugou had seen you once since that day months ago. you had been standing on the curb across from him. thermos in hand, bag slung over your shoulder, headphones tucked carefully over your ears as you tuned out the world around. katsuki’s stomach hallowed out, his blood turning to ice and heart dropping through to the floor despite beating so hard against his ribs he could feel it in every bone. his lips had twitched downwards, eyes stinging as the tears began to brim at his lash line, his cheeks felt hot, skin too tight and prickly over his muscles. all he wanted to do was run across the road and grab you, wrap his arms around you and apologise for everything, tell you how much he loves and misses you and despite everything that had transpired between the two of you, you are it for him. you are his and he is yours but as he catches your eye, and sees the terror within familiar coloured irises, the crease in your brow, your downturned lips, all sentimentality vanished.

all thought of his mission across town abandoned as he turned on his heel, heart beating in his throat, the taste of iron on his tongue, turning away from you, from the possibility of a life reunited.

his movements stutter, his voice trembling with heavy breaths. “ohh fuck- spirits, i-“ he can’t look away, too entranced on the way you suck him in, the white cream that rings the base of his cock, the way your ass ripples with each thrust.

“sweetheart, i’m gonna-“ he can’t even make it through the sentence before he is stilling in you, cumming so heavy and deep you feel warmth fill your belly. you can feel him twitch inside you, emptying himself out to you. he never wants to leave the warmth of you, wants to live within you forever and ever and he does, to a certain extent, he lets himself soften within your gummy walls, lets his heart return to a normal rhythm, his skin to cool back into neutrality and then and only then does he slip from your heat. he watches as a mix of his and your cum oozes from within you, thick white globs sliding down your puffy lips. he should fuck it back inside, push it so deep within you that he knocks you up but instead he drags a finger through, collecting it on the tip of his index.

“open.” he instructs, lifting his hand towards your face as if he were presenting a sweet treat and not evidence of your debauchery. you follow his command opening your mouth to lick the digit clean. his chest tightens.

“i’m gonna make you cum so much.”

katsuki doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a promise as you eagerly take his (your) hand to pull him down the hall into your shared bedroom.

there nothing else you can do but wait so why not fuck each other stupid especially with the fact katsuki (in your body) now has the ability to come multiple times and wanna break his record of how many times he’s had you seeing stars. you know what your body likes, know where to touch and how to flick your tongue just right and sure, it might be weird to eat yourself out in your boyfriends body but when you’ve got him above you, gripping your (his) hair and whining the way he usually does but hearing your voice (lowkey crazy and kinda freaky) but you make him finish over and over again, until he is begging you to stop.

“sweetheart, fuck, i can’t-“ it’s weird to hear the pet name in your voice. “please baby, ngh, gimmie a second.”

he’s crying, cheeks flushed and wet, lips parted as he huffs and for a second you think about how hot you look at how if that’s what he sees every time you guys fuck, well damn, he’s lucky. but you don’t let up because he never does and so you’re diving back in, a mess of teeth and tongue, fingers dipping inside yourself with such fervour you have his back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as cries rip from his (your) throat. the neighbours are gonna complain, and you’re gonna have to deal with it cause it’s your voice hitting decibels unknown to man but fuck, knowing katsuki’s feeling every single thing you’re doing, having the pleasure of cumming over and over again, hell you’ll take a thousand complaints and awkward elevator encounters.

“baby, sweetheart. please.” katsuki grips your hair, yanking up to pull you from his (your) cunt. “princess, i’m gonna pass out you’ve gotta give me a second. holy shit.”

you sit back on your haunches and wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.

katsuki huffs below you. chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he desperately tries to get his heart rate down.

“this how you feel whenever i don’t let up?” his voice is hoarse, as he drags small hands down his (your) face.

“mmhmm.”

“fuck, im sorry sweetheart. didnt think it felt this weird.” eyes lock with yours, and for a second you swear it’s actually katsuki’s eyes looking at you from within your face. “don’t get me wrong it felt great but its weird. feels heavy.”

you nod, knowing all to well the feeling he describes. large hands that don’t belong to you reach out to stroke his face, calloused fingers gliding down over the swell of breasts and fat of your tummy, touching all the places you love.

“i’m gonna suck you off though.” he announces, hands grabbing your wrists. “want you to know how it feels to have your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.”

heat blooms in your stomach and you feel the rush of blood move south. god it felt strange.

“want you to feel what it’s like when you let me fuck your throat, when you hum around me. fuck, i’m gonna make you cum.”

Big man dynamight is scared. Scared to leave the car and enter the dog park with his, now annoyed and howling shiba, because he spotted you the second he pulled up to the small park. It was the pink of your jacket that caught his eyes, the bright pale rose stark against the darkness of late evening, and as he spotted your hair, then your face, it had his ass firmly planted in the seat of his car. He should not be this scared, he fights villains every day for fucks sake but all of a sudden the girl who rejected his blatant flirting is enough to have him shaking in his boots? Who is he? He should march right up to you and tell you exactly what he thinks of you! Rude, arrogant, and kinda bitchy woman who didn’t even thank him for saving you the other weekend. But that's not the part that stung, it was the brazen disregard for him and his attempt at flirting, his endeavour to neutralise the disdain and hopefully get another friendlier feeling to replace it.

Rude. Bitchy. Mean. Completely dismissive of him. So hot. Too hot. So alluringly captivating in the meanest way possible it had his body temperature spiking and his head all fuzzy.

Big man dynamite is whipped.

—

It’s too cold to be out. Way too fucking cold to be outside in the middle of the night (seven pm) in some fuckass dimly lit park (your local dog park). You should be in bed, cozied up with a hot chocolate and the latest episode of that horribly acted drama (you know the one) but you are first and foremost a dog mum, and it is your duty to provide enrichment to your pup so here you are, toes and fingers frozen, nose red and running but your pup is the happiest you’ve seen him in a while. He’s older, getting up there in years and while it is draining to come home from work and immediately go out again, his life is too short to miss out on fun because ‘mummy’s too tired from work’

The sound of the gate opening has your attention pulling from your dog running circles in the dew soaked grass. You know the drill.

Recall.

Leash.

Exit before there are any issues.

“I’ll be out in a sec, just lemme grab-” you look over to the fence and your blood begins to boil. “You.”

Bakugou Katsuki, as he so arrogantly introduced himself, stands in the smaller gated off area, his shiba in a perfect heel at his feet. Motherfucker even has his dog trained perfectly.

“You can go somewhere else, I'm not leaving.”

“Huh?” the blond shouts over. “It’s a public park, you can’t stop me from coming in.”

He jiggles the latch on the gate.

Your heart rate spikes.

“Grab your little thing or chance it, but i’ve got just as much of a right to be here.” he fiddles with the gate latch again, giving you time to call your dog over.

He’s playing chicken. you’re sure of it. no way is a prohero going to chance a potential scandal at a dog park of all places but then again, he isn’t like other pros. ZERO media training (or maybe he’s had some and he just doesn’t give a fuck) and enough run is with the press to make whatever might happen here a regular tuesday in the office.

You stare him down, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, blood boiling.

He flicks the latch once more.

Your dog turns, eyes locked on the blond and his dog.

Fuck.

You cave.

“Let us leave and then come in”

“Soybean!” you shout, tone high and happy as you jingle the lead. “Come on, angel, let’s go.”

You watch as your little furball turns their attention to you, eyes bright and excited at the mention of returning home. He bounds through the grass all thoughts of running up to a dog twice his size gone from his little pea brain as he siddles up to you, turning to the side for easier latching of the lead to his harness. You wonder about his past owners who had loved him enough to train him so well and how he had ended up in the shelter before you found him. Sweet, sweet little old man.

You can feel the weight of the prohero’s stare on your back as you bend to pick up your pup, the weight of him nothing in your arms as you begin to head for the other exit. A shiver runs the length of your skin, and you swear it's from the cold, and not from the intense gaze the blond has on you, his vermillion eyes following you every move until you are outside of the main park, firmly secured behind the safety of the fence, and only then does he walk through his gate.

“Hey,” you hear him call, voice carried away by the winter wind.

He tries again, and you ignore him once more,

But it's the third call that has you turning, standing from your crouched position after letting your dog back on the floor.

“Hey, Lady.”

You spin on your heels.

“Lady?”

Bakugou balks, brows raising for a fraction of a second before he schools himself into neutrality.

“Ma’am? Miss?”

“Honey,” you offer your name.

Bakugou’s furrowed brow softens. “Honey,” he repeats with a tone of warm greeting, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I want to introduce myself properly.”

You watch him walk closer, all pretence of prohero gone in the softness of the comfy clothes, the flattened hair, the gentle slope of a smirk gracing his perfect face.

Despite having your arms crossed across your chest and facial expression screaming “danger!beware! he approaches the fence without a hint of trepidation.

“I-“ he clears his throat, hand coming to rest on the metal between your bodies. “my name is-“

“Katsuki right?” you interject, pointing a manicured finger at him.

“You remember?” a smirk begins to round his cheeks. “Thought you mighta forgotten m-“

“Google’s free.”

“You googled me?”

His smirk grows.

“Wanted to make sure I had the right hero when i made my complaint to the board.” a lie.

there’s no complaint. never has been, never will be.

You remember his name. remember him too well. the feel of his hard chest beneath your hand, the warmth of his ridiculously jacked body, the delicious smell of sugar that encompassed you as he lent into your space, fuck. no. not now!

Bakugou’s face drops, his brows furrowing.

“Complaint? I saved your ass! what’s there to complain about?” he points his finger at you, accusation and irritation in the gesture.

“The way you barked at me last week? or do you not remember?” you tilt your head, tonguing your cheek as you watch his jaw clench. “I don’t have an issue with dynamight, i have an issue with katsuki.”

“So you sent in a complaint instead of talking to me in person?”

“In the two conversations we’ve had, both times you’ve had a bad attitude and offered to fight, so yes. I did go to your bosses to complain,” you cross your arms over your chest, brows raising in challenge. “you might be a good hero but that doesn’t give you the right to act like a dick out of uniform.”

“You think i’m a good hero?”

“That’s not the point.”

Katsuki chuckles. “it’s the only point i care about.”

Your jaw clenches, skin heating with both irritation and attraction. god fucking damn this beautiful annoying fuck of a man.

“You’re an asshole, i hope you know that.” you seethe, willing the racing for your heart to steer away from desire and into rage.

Bakugou throws his head back with a laugh and you catch a glint of his teeth, the perfect canines glinting into the light. how good would they feel sinking into the nape of your neck, or the plush of your thigh? is he as rough as a fuck as he seems? no. NO!

“Ohh I know, sweetheart.” he swipes his tongue over hos teeth as if he had heard your thoughts.

“Don’t call me that.” you snap for no reason other than self preservation. “i have a name and you know it, so use it.”

Names are friendly. professional. there is no air of flirting or risk of attractive if he only called you by your name. a very smart, proper decision.

Vermillion eyes narrow at your tone.

“But can I call you?” the question confuses you.

“If you use my name, yes. i’m cant stop you but at least when you-“

“No, honey. can i call you?” his emphasis on the verb has your spine straightening.

“Why would you-“

He interrupts again. “i’m asking for your number.”

oh.

“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”

you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.

“why are you pushing me-hey!”

“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”

nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.

the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.

“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.

your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.

your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.

“need water?”

“mm-hmm.”

“snack?”

“mm-mm”

a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”

your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.

“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.

“from heat or sex?”

“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”