Katsuki loves grabbing at the side of your hips. Squeezing the fat there in his palms— every chance he fuckin’ gets. He could live there.
You can’t make breakfast without his thumbs moving in circles over it while he presses up against you.
He likes to hold it, squish it, touch it— he kisses it and nibbles on it right before he buries himself between your thighs.
If you sit in his lap, he’s smoothing his hands over the skin there. Tummy to hip, then back again, in slow repetitive motions. His palms heat up against it and he grunts n’ hums when you sigh.












