thinking abt katsuki's tummy..
it starts simple. heβs laying back on your bed, hoodie riding up a little, abs just barely peeking out. youβre curled next to him, cheek against his chest, arms around his waist.
but then you shift lower.
at first he thinks youβre just getting comfy, but then your cheek presses to his stomach, and you let out this soft little hum like youβve just found your favorite place in the world.
ββ¦whatβre you doinβ down there?β
βmmβ¦ tummy,β you mumble, totally content.
he stares at the ceiling, fighting demons. his ears are beginning to tint pink.
βthe hell does that mean.β
βi love your tummy,β you say, voice muffled. βso warm. so comfy.β
you press a gentle little kiss just above his waistband and he physically short-circuits. muscles twitch. cheeks go red. brain is just static and mush.
βjesus christ,β he mutters, dragging a hand down his face.
but he doesnβt stop you. doesnβt even move. just lays there like a sacrificial lamb while you rub your cheek against his tummy and kiss it again, whispering βi love you i love you i love you.β
βyouβre such a freak,β he grumbles.
you grin. βbut you like it.β
he covers his face with a pillow and groans. βshut up.β
you kiss his tummy again. βnever.β
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