just a cafe full of 2D men

kate | 28 | she/her | i write sometimes | 18 + |

[katemocha]

Promise

here it is! my contribution to the bnharem Baku Collab. I hope you don’t hate it.  Check out the masterlist for some other great Baku fics.

k. bakugou x f!reader

warnings: 18+, idiots to lovers, there was only one bed, pro hero AU swearing (of course) excessive use of the word grumpus, alcohol consumption, jealousy,  unprotected sex, choking, terrible communication skills, mm sacrilege a little bit 

word count: 5.8K

“Hey!”

You felt warm hands shaking your legs to jostle you awake. “Wake up brat, we’re here.” your eyes slowly started to peak open, recognizing the gruff voice.

It was Katsu of course. It was just you two on the private jet aside from the crew. You see, there was a conference on I-Island, every year. And, every year it was a hassle to get Katuski to show up. So, him bumming a ride on your privately owned jet was mostly just a bribe, a means to get him to the conference peacefully. Bakugou Katsuki was your best friend, and you were his, though he’d never say it out loud. This of course, to everyone else that knew him, made him your personal responsibility. It was a load of crap, but you didn’t mind it really.

You yawned, looking out the window of the jet to confirm that you had indeed landed. 

It was only one short car ride before you were rolling your luggage behind you through the hotel lobby, taking the moment to take in your surroundings. There was a large fountain not far from the hotel entrance and you’d noticed a large set of doors on the left side of the grand foyer. That must be where the conference sessions will be. Katsuki was half a step in front of you, stating your names to the clerk behind the desk before he’d even come to a complete stop.

Yaoyurozu had worked out the details of the rooms for everyone, so all you had to do was arrive and check in. Grabbing the two keys from the wide eyed clerk, Katsuki muttered a low “Thanks.” before leading you both to the elevator. 

“Tonight starts at 7, yeah?” You watched the door closed and hit the button labeled 6. You only received a grunt from Katsuki. “Do you need to eat before we go down there or are you going to be a grumpus all night?” you giggled, looking over at him.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He didn’t even look over at you.

“Well how can I when you’re such a grumpus?” Your giggles continued

“Tch,” you didn’t even need to look over at him to know that he rolled his eyes. “You’re a brat.”

“Yes and that’s why you love me,” you grinned over at him while he watched the elevator doors open.

“Yeah whatever.” He nudged you forward, following after as you walked in the direction of your room. You soon reached the door of your shared hotel room. Katsuki reached around you to unlock the door before pushing it open for you. You pulled your suitcase through the door, Katsuki close behind, feeling relieved as you walked through the small hall to where the room opened up.

“Well,” you stopped as you reached said opening, staring at the single king size bed in the center of the suite.

“Oi, why are you just standing-” the rest of Katsuki's sentence died when he joined your side to look at the single bed.

“Well luckily there’s a couch for you.” You grinned up at him only earning a glare from the blonde.

“I ain’t sleeping on no damn couch.” He pushed past you, suitcase still rolling behind him.

“Well I’m not sleeping on the couch.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well then pick a side and stay on it.” With the way his back was turned to you, you almost missed the way that the back of his neck and ears were flaming red. This was already an awkward situation so you just decided not to say anything. He was already so grumpy today, you didn’t want to actually put him in a bad mood. 

“Didn’t YaoMomo book the rooms?” You wondered aloud, mostly to yourself. “She definitely would’ve checked and made sure there were two beds in the room.” you unzipped your suitcase and started to unpack. “I mean mistakes happen I guess.” 

“It’s just two nights we’ll be fine.” Katsuki broke you from your thoughts.

“Yeah you’re right.” You looked over at him, pulling your dress for tonight out of your nearly empty suitcase. 

“I know,” he smirked over at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Ugh,” you scoffed, “I take it back.” you glared jokingly at him before disappearing into the bathroom to get ready.

You soon exited the bathroom, smoothing out your dress. Not only was the neckline extremely low cut but there was also a slit at the bottom that came above your hip. The things you let your stylist choose for you. To be fair, the dress was gorgeous. It was coordinated with the colors of your hero costume with a thin chain belt wrapped around your waist and billowing sleeves that stopped at your elbow.

“Are you done yet, Brat?” Katsuki called. You glanced down at your watch to catch the time. 

“Shit,” you cursed quietly. “Yeah, I’m ready!” you called back to him, grabbing your jewelry off of the desk and slipping on your shoes. You could feel his eyes on you. Watching you. Rushing you. “What? I said I’m ready, let's go.”

“Tch.” You threw another glare his way, noting that he’d also gotten changed, and oh my god. The suit he was wearing was perfectly fitted. Perfectly. The lapel and cuffs, both the same orange as his hero costume, and a deep green tie to top it off. You could see every muscle, every outline, under that fabric. “Let’s go.” He broke you from the trance you didn’t know you were in.

“Oh, yeah” you muttered quietly, grabbing your clutch and brushing away thoughts of how delicious Katsuki looked. They happened sometimes, well more often recently, but you’d gotten pretty good at ignoring the way he made your thighs clench together sometimes. Just friends, right? The click of your heels was muted thanks to the hotel carpeting, yet that was still the only sound echoing through the hallway. As you reached the elevator, Katsuki pressed the button, and you took the spare moment to put your earrings in. “Are you going to behave tonight?” You shot him a look over your shoulder.

“I will if they will.” He shot back, eyes connecting with yours, lingering for a moment. The soft ding of the elevator causing both of your heads to snap back forward. The doors opened to reveal a handful of your friends standing inside already.

“Yaomomo! Jirou!” You smiled as you got into the elevator with them, Bakugou right behind you. 

“Next time, make sure the room has two beds.” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as he rested against the back of the elevator next to Kaminari and Kirishima, who were already beginning to talk at Katuski.

“Still wasting no time on pleasantries, I see.” Yaoyorozu smiled, inhaling deeply. 

“Your room only has one bed?” Jirou’s eyes lit up. 

“Yes, but it’s fine. I’m so grateful that Yaomomo took care of everything.” You placed a hand on your friend's shoulder.  “Besides, we’re only here for two nights anyway.” You glared back at Bakugou, repeating his words to him. The elevator ride was a short one. The three of you giggled while Katsuki sulked in the corner only half-listening to whatever story Kaminari was telling them. As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened, he was the first to hasten through the doors.

"Wait for me, Grumpus." You called, hurrying behind him.

“We’ll see you guys inside.” Jirou waved, walking not far behind you. You hurriedly caught up to your friend as he walked through the double doors that led to the conference hall.

“For shit’s sake stop calling me Grumpus.” He grumbled again, slowing down for you to catch up to him. 

“Would you prefer ass?” you smiled back at him.

“I’ll tell ya what I’d prefer-” he began making your eyebrow raise at him.

“Dynamight! Y/H/N!” A light voice called out to the both of you. You didn’t even need to look to know who it was.

“Uravity!” You reached out your arm to grab your friend’s hand. “It’s so good to see you.”

“You guys too! Did you make it here alright?” her attention turned to Bakugou.

“The ride here was alright.” His entire demeanor softened. Ururaka didn’t notice of course. Only Katsuki’s microexpressions could alert you to his mood and you’d have to be paying very close attention to notice them. His eyebrows had unfurrowed only slightly and his shoulders had relaxed just the smallest bit. You couldn’t blame him. Ochacko was a soothing and more importantly beautiful person.

“Champagne?” One of the servers interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh,” you looked over at them. “Uh, yes please.” You smiled, taking a glass off of the tray and turning back to Katsuki and Ururaka’s conversation.

“Well you didn’t tell me that you had a jet.” She beamed up at him. “I would’ve asked you for a ride.” She placed her hand on his bicep. She placed her hand on his bicep. You inhaled sharply and took a very large sip of your champagne.

“Oh the jet is mine.” You commented. 

Ururaka smiled back at you with a “How nice,” before turning back to Katsuki. You took another calming breath,an annoyed smile still on your face. “So what floor are you staying on?”  Of course you and Bakugou were just friends. But, just because you were only friends didn’t mean that it wasn’t annoying when you were ignored so that he could flirt with other women. Sure, he was painfully gorgeous and a tiny bit brilliant but, couldn’t he at least wait for you to leave instead of excluding you from a conversation.

“Hey there!” Another voice interrupted you from your thoughts. How many times was that going to happen?

“Oh hey Deku, Tsu.” You greeted the two. “Sorry, I guess I was just spaced out.”

“Happens to me all the time.” Deku smiled at you causing a very genuine, deep, belly laugh. A sound that caught Katsuki’s attention. You’d noticed that he’d been on edge since you’d arrived at the hotel but you hadn’t realized that you were the reason. Katsuki couldn’t focus on anything except sleeping in bed with you. Well, doing more than just sleeping. A lot more. And that dress. God, that dress was not helping him. The slit was so high that your entire leg was on display for the entire hero community. It left almost nothing to the imagination. Were you even wearing underwear?

“I’m surprised you got Kacchan to show up.” Deku’s smile never left his face. “You know he hates these things.”

“Yes, well someone had to do it.” You giggled again. 

“Hey guys,” Another familiar face joined the conversation.

“Oh hey, Grand.” Tsu acknowledged the old acquaintance with a small smile, Deku giving him a clap on the back.

“Grand, it’s been a while.” You smiled up at him. “It’s been far too long,” He smirked back at you, grabbing your free hand and placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

“I see you’re still the charmer.” you placed your hand back at your side. Bakugou was seething behind you, no longer listening to anything the brunette in front of him was saying.

“Only for you.” Shindo winked at you, making you roll your eyes. 

“I’m certain,” You took another sip of the champagne. “And how’s that working for you?” You raised an eyebrow at the cocky hero.

“You tell me, Gorgeous.” His smirk never left his face. 

Bakugou muttered a curt “Excuse me.” to Ururaka before heading over toward you. “I think it’s about to start.” Bakugou placed a hand on your back to alert you to his presence. “We should go to our seats.” And, while he was mostly talking to you, his cold stare never left Shindo.

“Oh, okay.” You smiled up at him. “Thanks.” You couldn’t help but notice that his normal grumpus demeanor had returned. He was visibly agitated while he walked the both of you to your table. “You could’ve just stayed with Ochacko, if that’s where you wanted to be.” You whispered to him. Could you not tell that the daggers he was shooting from his eyes were meant for that extra that was clearly just trying to get you undressed tonight? Or was it that you wanted that extra to undress you?

“Tch, so you wanted me to leave you alone with pro hero Grand.” Bakugou sounded almost disgusted.

“No,” You looked at him as he pulled out your chair for you. “I was just saying that if you wanted, I would’ve been fine while you were with her. She clearly lightened your mood and I’m a big girl.”

“I’m fine right here.” It came out harsher than he intended. He could tell by the way you huffed and crossed your legs.

“Fine.” You said quietly, finishing off your drink.

The rest of the night was a blur really. Several different speakers went on stage breaking down the events for the weekend, but all you could focus on was the way Katsuki was seething behind you. It didn’t help that Ururaka was sitting at the same table as you. You could see her ogling Katsuki with those big, beautiful, stupid, doe eyes.

Not that Bakugou was actually paying attention to her. In fact, he was watching Shindo watch you from several tables away. Every time you shifted in your chair, Katsuki could see Shindo’s mouth water just a little. Even as the night was wrapping up, he could see Shindo’s stare on you. It was annoying to say the least.

Even still, the trek back to the room with Katsuki was silent. Even in the elevator, the two of you just stood there in silence. Not uttering a single word. Just radiating irritation.

“I don’t understand what you’re so upset about.” You started quietly as soon as the hotel door closed behind the two of you.

“I’m not upset about anything.” He grumbled making you scoff. He glared over at you, pulling at his tie. “What?”

“The only time you seemed to be in a good mood all night was when you were with Ochacko.” You slipped out of your heels. “In fact, being in my very presence all night has seemed to have aggravated you.” you removed your earrings from your ears. “Just let me know if I need to find a different room to sleep in, yeah?” 

“So you are trying to weasel your way into that extra’s room.” He unbuttoned his shirt.

“Weasel?!” You unlinked the chain around your waist. “What extra are you even? Shindo?” He just glared at you while he continued to unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes. You let out a loud, shrill sigh before turning around and retreating to the bathroom and slamming the door shut. “Weasel.” you muttered angrily to yourself turning the hot water.

It was the screech of your alarm that startled you awake. You blinked a few times, sitting up in bed. You could hear the shower running in the bathroom, which meant that Katsuki had probably been up long before you. The two of you hadn’t spoken since the word ‘Weasel’ came out of his mouth. You’d slept as far apart as the bed would allow and it still wasn’t enough room to separate the two of you. Quite honestly, you still didn’t understand what he was upset about or why he was speaking so harshly to you.

While you both had a tendency to bicker almost constantly, you never argued. You heard the water stop and decided that meant you should probably get up and get ready too.

You threw your legs over the side, taking a deep breath before lifting yourself off of the bed. Luckily, you predicted that you’d want to do as little as possible so early in the morning, so you set your outfit out last night. It wasn’t long before you were dressed and heard the door unlocking behind you.

“Great, I need to get in there.” You pushed past Katsuki, trying your damnedest to ignore his bare, damp torso. You only receive a small grunt in response. Quickly, you run through your morning routine before grabbing your purse and heading toward the door.

“You aren’t going to wait for me?” you hear from behind you. You just stopped and turned around.

“No, I think I’ll just weasel my way to the elevator alone.” The smile on your face was sickly sweet.

“Hell,” Katsuki was pulling his belt through the loops. “Are you actually mad about that?” You just scoffed. “I thought you had thicker skin than that.” he mumbled, buckling the belt.

“Is that supposed to be an apology?” You crossed your arms, shifting to put all your weight on one hip in the process. He just looked at you, eyebrows still furrowed slightly. “Alright. Come on!” you motioned, frowning still.

Just like the night before, the both of you made your way down to the banquet hall where the conference was being hosted. There were tons of small snacks and, blessed be, there was also coffee. Frankly, you were barely listening to the speaker’s talking points. Something about safety protocols, whatever, the document would be emailed to you later anyway. The only thing you could actually focus on was the heat that was radiating off of Katsuki who was sitting two, maybe three inches away from you. His cologne was flooding your nostrils, it was simply intoxicating. Every once in a while he would whisper something in your ear about how the speaker was a complete idiot or how he thought a particular protocol was dumb, but mostly he was raising your blood pressure.

Everytime he moved your hair to whisper in your ear, you’d get goosebumps and flashes of seeing your friend in nothing but that damn towel from this morning. Ugh, the way it hung of off his hips and how defined his chest and that v-line that you just wanted to-

“See, who do they think is going to do that?” His gruff voice pulled you back to reality.

“Everyone who wants to keep their job?” You smirked back at him, only noticing that he hadn’t pulled his face back once you’d already turned toward him. His face was so close to yours that you could smell the mint of his toothpaste. You cleared your throat, whipping your head back around to the front of the room.  Being this close to him was going to kill you. “You’re just friends. Geez, breath and focus”. You repeated to yourself internally. “ ‘Scuse me.” you smiled politely to everyone at the table before walking out of the nearest door.

The exhale you let out upon the door closing behind you couldn’t have been much louder. Your skin felt hot and your stomach felt like it was being pushed up into your lungs. Since when did Bakugou Katsuki make your head swirl like this? Make you feel like your heart was beating out of your chest? “Oh god, am I a cliche?” you whispered to yourself, placing a hand on your chest as you stared at the floor.

“You alright, Gorgeous?” you heard a voice call from further down the hall. When you looked up you were met with that same arrogant smirk from last night.

“Grand,” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Yes, I’m fine,” you leaned back against the wall, watching as he neared you. “Just a bit light headed.”

“Oh, I can stay out here with you then.” He sat back against the wall next to you. “Just for a moment.”

“Oh no, you can go back in.” You straightened up immediately. “I’m fine really, you should be in there listening to safety protocols.” 

“I’d much rather be out here with you.” He finished the sentence with a wink.

“Do you really think that now is the most opportune time to flirt with me, Shindo?” you chuckled a bit, tilting your head to look over at him.

“Well, honestly, no.” He shrugged and motioned with his hand, bringing the half glass of brown liquor to your attention. “But, I’ve gotta get in where I fit in.” What does that mean? You felt your face scrunch in confusion. “Bakugou has not let you out of his sight since last night.” Shindo chuckled but this time he seemed less amused. You only scrunched your eyebrows together further in more confusion.

“What does that even mean? ‘Let me out of his sight.’” you began. “First of all, I’m not a possession.”

“No, I didn’t mean that!” Shindo laughed nervously. “You haven’t seen him staring down every guy that even looks at you?”

“What?” you were now laughing at this point. “He has not, that’s a bit dramatic.” That earned a real laugh from Shindo.

“The guy is like an attack dog, waiting for someone to get near you so he can bite their hand.”

“He is not!” you hit his arm, giggling a bit. “He’s just rough around the edges. He’s really great when he gives you the chance to get to know him.”

“Well, I think he only wants you to know him.” Shindo blew over the top of his glass, pressing it to his lips again.

“What does that even mean?” you questioned again. “This is terrible flirting, you know?”

“I thought you said this was a terrible time to flirt!” he joked. You hadn’t even noticed that the doors opened and closed again, you were so busy laughing.

“I thought something was wrong.” Katsuki’s voice made your head snap toward his direction.

“Oh, yeah.” You smiled at him. “I felt light headed. Shindo was just making sure I wasn’t dying.”

“I bet he was.” you could see that his fist was balled in his pocket.

“Yeah, in fact, I’m good to go sit back down now.” you pushed yourself off the wall to follow your friend back into the banquet hall, giving Shindo a small wave. 

The rest of the seminars for the day went by with silence between the two of you. You’d manage to cure yourself of your sinful thoughts and see your friend as just..well your friend. Every once in a while you’d try to say something to Katsuki or even make a joke, the stupid ones that he says he doesn’t like but you can see the way he tries to hide a smile, but nothing except a hard stare from him.

“What did I do now to piss you off so royally?” You whisper-yelled at him. He just scoffed. He didn’t even look at you when he did it. “Are you going to be like this the whole conference?” Katuski didn’t budge. Were you that bothersome? Conferences were never like this for the two of you. “Fine, I’ll just see if I can get another room. I don’t want to be a problem for you.” You stated finally. You’d turned back around before you had the chance to see that Katsuki had finally looked back at you in response.

You wouldn’t admit it but your feelings were hurt, and this was already too much back and forth for less than 24 hours. There was zero reason for him to even act like this, it’s not like you didn’t already spend all of your time together outside of this, so it’s not like he’s not used to you. This just didn’t make sense.

Almost immediately after the final session was concluded, you stood from the table and made your way to the foyer of the hotel. You were digging through your clutch, searching for your ID when you heard your name called.

“Hey, we’re all gonna go to dinner!” Ururaka approached you with her usual saccharine smile. “We’re going to meet down here in about 45 minutes.”

“Oh, yeah. That’ll be fun.” You smiled back at her “Thanks for the invite.”

“Of course.” Ururaka made a move to turn back around but stopped herself. “If you see Bakugou, will you let him know? I didn’t see him back there.”

“Of course.” you echoed. As soon as she walked away you let out a deep sigh. “I guess I’ll change my room when I come back down. As you made your way to the elevator, you recognized a familiar set of broad shoulders that held up a head of blonde hair.

“We’re going to dinner, are you planning to join?” You raised an eyebrow at Bakugou, coming to a stop beside him in front of the elevator door, only looking forward. 

“Are you still being a brat?” He raised an eyebrow at you, making your jaw clench as you swallowed your irritation. “You’re mad.”

“Yeah, I’m mad.” You smiled sarcastically, stepping onto the elevator. “But,your girl Ururaka wanted me to let you know. I was going to let you starve.”

“How long are ya gonna stay mad?” You could hear his pout.

“Until you can explain to me why you were being such a-” “Grumpus, yeah I know.”

“Well, actually this time I was going to go with ass but,” You angrily pressed the ‘6’.

“Well you’re the one that keeps trying to set me up with Ururaka.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Set you up?” You looked back at him as the elevator continued to move up.

“Ya, set me up.” He watched as the doors opened, and motioned for you to walk out. 

“Now why would I need to set you up when she’s been trailing behind you, like a lost dog, the entire time we’ve been here?” You pressed your key to the room door.

“So that you could run off with that damn extra for the weekend.”  Bakugou sat down on the edge of the bed. “Aren’t you gonna go get a room with him?” he huffed, pulling at the laces on his shoes.

“For fuck’s sake Bakugou, his name is Shindo and you know damn well that I’m not interested in him. Why do you keep bringing him up?” You pulled your dinner dress out of the closet and set it on the desk.

“He sure seems to think that he has a chance with you.” He stood from the bed.

“Why does it matter? He doesn’t.” You turned to face him.

“He doesn’t?” he moved toward you.

“He doesn’t.” You shrugged at him. “I don’t understand why we’re talking about him, Katsuki.”  you stuck out your arm, motioning for him to undo the buttons on your sleeves. “What does Shindo Yo have to do with why you’ve been such a grumpus.” 

“I said stop calling me that Brat.” Katsuki lifted your other arm so that he could undo those buttons too.

“Yes, and when have I listened?” You rolled your eyes. “Will you just answer me?” Katsuki raised his eyes to meet yours. Silence. “No reason then?” you pushed further. “Katsuki, seriously?”

Within a millisecond his lips were on yours. Your knees instantaneously weakened as the world was swept from around you. Katsuki’s hands found their way to your waist, keeping you from falling to the floor beneath him. His warmth, his scent, overwhelmed your every sense. Katsuki pressed himself further into you and you felt a single hand trail up your back and stop, grabbing hold of the back of your neck, eliciting a moan against his lips.

Just as quickly as he was there, he had pulled back. This time, all you saw were the flames dancing behind his carmine irises. You hadn’t even noticed that you had grabbed ahold of his shirt, but you could feel his chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

“Oh,” you breathed out finally.

“Oh?” If you hadn’t been so close to him at that moment you wouldn’t have noticed that he flinched. It was a minute movement but you noticed it nonetheless, and it made your heart drop just a little. What about what had just transpired made him think you didn’t want him? The embarrassingly early moan?

“Kastuki.” your grip on his shirt tightened and you saw his face lighten ever so slightly.

“Yeah?” you tilted your head, eyes switching between his and his lips.

“Please.” The whine was barely a whisper but it echoed through Katsuki’s ears. His lips were pressed against yours almost immediately after the words left your soft lips. You felt the hand on your neck begin to tangle in your hair and before you could process, Katuski pulled, stealing another soft moan from you. You shivered, feeling his lips press open mouthed kisses down your neck. You felt him lift you onto the desk behind you, mouth still leaving embers on your skin wherever it moved.

“Katsuki,” you whined again, causing him to look back up at you again. You seized the opportunity to pull him back into you. You could feel his shit eating grin against your lips and but the hardness of his length against his slacks was what had your attention. Every inch of your body felt like it was on fire, fingers unbuttoning his shirt at a speed you didn’t know you had.

“Wait.” Katsuki grabbed your wrist as you pulled at his belt causing you to groan, loudly. “I don’t have condoms.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to the side of your mouth.

“How chivalrous.” you squinted your eyes at him. “I’m on birth control.”

“God, you’re such a brat.” he shook his head at you, satisfied smirk never leaving his face. “We’ll work on that.” you only continued to unbuckle his belt.

“Promise?” Katsuki’s hand was around your throat within the same breath. Not tightly. His grip was just tight enough that you could feel your pulse racing against his fingers.

“Promise.” Whatever thoughts you’d previously had in your brain were now completely gone. You could only focus on Bakugou Katsuki with his hand wrapped around your throat, half clothed, in front of you. Drenched wasn’t even an accurate enough word to describe the panties he was pulling from underneath your skirt. “You’re lucky we have dinner, so I don’t get to take my time here.” He pushed your skirt up over your hips and dragged you back to the edge of the desk. “I want to fucking ruin you.” you could only whimper, watching slip his briefs down his thighs, mouth watering at the sight before you.

His cock was pretty. It’s Katsuki so you’d figured but holy hell. His tip was swollen and red and leaking precum. It took every ounce of self control you had not to drop down on the floor and take him into your mouth. You didn’t have much longer to ponder the thought before Katsuki was sliding himself in between your folds, hand coming back up to grip your throat. Your back arched into him at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your swollen lips.

“You’re soaking just from a couple of kisses, babe?” he grinned down at you, gums on full display.

“Katsu, you’re teasing.” You pouted, one hand clawing at his bicep and the other steadying yourself on the desk in anticipation. He stopped completely, drawing another exasperated whine from your lips.

“What do you want?” His eyes searched yours, the inferno still blazing behind them, waiting for the confirmation that he was what you wanted.

“You, Katsu, need you.” The response came quicker than a bullet and it was all he needed before he slid fully inside you, pulling a crude moan from the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” Katsuki breathed against your throat, unmoving. Your chest heaved, the feeling of heat covering every inch of your skin, as Katuski finally began to thrust into you.

“Ah, shit.” you moaned as his pace began to quicken. The room was filled with the sounds of moans. You're panting and clawing at Katuski’s arms, unable to focus on anything other than the way his cock is dragging against your walls. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeat breathlessly, letting your head fall back. Katuski’s brutal pace had you seeing stars, the head of his length just grazing your cervix with every thrust. “Katsuki,” you mewled. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap like a worn rope.

“You gonna cum for me, Sweetheart?” Katuski growled in your ear.He could tell you were close by the way your pussy was clenching around him. Pulling him in deeper and deeper. Hell, he wouldn’t last much longer with your gummy walls trying to milk him the way they were. You tried to nod in response, but you could only whimper as his hand tightened around your throat. “Go on, cum for me.”

His command was all you needed, orgasm crashing over you almost instantly. You could only repeat Katuski’s name like it was a cry out to a god, but in this moment your god was Katuski, he hung the stars in the sky. His pace began to quicken, getting sloppier by the second, alerting you that he was close as well. You whimpered one last “Katsuki.” before he let out a loud groan, spilling his seed inside of you.

You both sat, panting, for a moment before the realization hit you.

“Shit!” the exclamation causing Katsuki to stand straight up and look at you. “Dinner.” you slid off of the table, grabbing your underwear.

“What about it?” He looked at you incredulously.

“We’re late, Katsu.” You furrowed your brows at him, slipping out of the skirt and top that he’d ruined. He just frowned. “Well, are you going to change?” you insisted, now slipping on your dress for dinner. Silence. You’d been trying to slip on your shoes so you hadn’t noticed that he walked over to where you were standing until he kicked your shoes out of reach. “Hey!” you stood up to glare at him, but instead were met with another passionate kiss. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “You can’t just keep doing that, you know?” you whispered once you broke apart, lips brushing against him. “I’m starting to think you like me.”

“Starting to, eh?” he smiled down at you. “I’ll need to work a little harder next time then.”

“So there’s a next time?” you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips, heat rushing up to your face.

“Tch, idiot.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, then another.

“There they are.” One of the voices in your crowd of friends called.

“I am so sorry.” You rushed to them. “I was just getting ready and I must’ve lost track of time.” you heard Katsuki snort behind you, causing you to nudge him with your foot.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Jirou smiled, turning back to the rest of the group.

“Yeah, let’s just go. I’m starving.” Kaminari crowed over the chatter of the group, turning and leading them out the door.

“See, not a problem.” Katsuki assured you with a smug grin before swatting your ass.

“Katsu,” you gasped, not even getting the chance to jump away from him as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Well, at least no one noticed.

[shop5]

let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no

[timberwind]

you can post on tumblr even when you're trying to take a break from social media it literally doesn't count. it's like pepsi max, or pescatarianism

[juicydangler]

[goodnightngoth]

me: sorry i’ve been busy

me for the last hours:

[pp3lon]

doodles

[jiyuspassion]

excuse me while i drool omg.

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[skuubasally]

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

[luckytaters]

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

[saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20]

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

[drayaintshit-deactivated2019030]

☝🏾😂

[callmedeku24]

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

[emeraldmercury]

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

[haiku-robot]

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[jacobmick]

Because wise, I am.

[seymonecristina]

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

[silverslipstream]

Reblogging Madame Zeroni because I would hate for my great-great grandson to get hit in the head by running shoes

[starlitsecrets]

Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.

[uchu-no-bashira]

Pleasure on his fingertips - Gyomei x Fem!BlackReader

Authors Note: I have been fantasizing about Gyomei’s hands since the Hashira meeting arc. They’re so pretty ✨

TW: Minors Do Not Interact, masturbation, first time, bodily fluids, Black reader in mind, Orgasm Denial.

His hands are so careful.

They lift the weight of burdens unknown, remaining ever reliable in times of need, the same hands that are able to slowly trace your bundle of nerves with a profound tenderness.

His forearms mold around the curvaceous frame of your waist, his fingers gently digging deep into the comfort of your skin to hold you in place. His index swirls playfully, his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips.

His abdomen put diamonds to shame, unbreakable and formed from the pressure of his training regimen. Who knew they’d act as a support for your back as it arched from anticipation?

One of your palms just barely graze his upper arm, holding gently for support, and he almost doesn’t feel the way your nails push into to the skin of his wrist locked around your waist.

His voice carries the weight of a rolling storm, deep and commanding. But it’s so soft now, with a bass that fills the ear drum as he whispers, “Very good.” After each of your mewls, gasps and whines, the tendons of his wrist move faster as he picks up speed.

His thighs, unyielding and powerful, keep each of yours propped to the side, exposing your torrid, dripping warmth to the frigid contrast of air in the room.

Even Buddha couldn’t save you now, and you didn’t want him to.

The sensation of your body beginning to coil tighter strikes a change in pace as his fingers delve deep into you, exploring carefully as he toils away, pushing deeper; rubbing ribbed, silken walls and hooking his fingers against that spongy surface within when it’s found.

The feeling of you is overwhelmingly wonderful. He’s used to cherishing your form; your cheeks, your ample soft hands, the incredible feeling of your plush, pouty lips on his thumb when he traces over them to get a vivid description of your face.

But this new side of you, this intimate exploration, is almost too much to bear. The heat radiating on and around his finger with each soft nudge into your flower sends a riveting chill up his spine. The slow, careful insertion of his fingers had his jaw slacked in awe and his attention at full capacity.

His favorite sound? Right now there are plenty, like the gush of slick squelching around the base of his fingers, but the number one thing that stands out is the wind being forced out of your voice box and caught in your trachea.

That soft, pleasured “Gyou!—“ is halted by the feeling of lips crashing against yours, the salty taste of tears from his eyes linger on your taste buds as his tongue dances along yours.

He sensed your hymen breaking a few moments ago and he felt terrible for doing such a thing, but - per your request - it was what was to happen when you asked him to pleasure you with those thick fingers of his.

A soft, fluttering clench coerces him to pull back and tend to your engorged nub once again, slowly letting your high come to a medium, and holding it there with each careful roll of his index and ring finger.

He felt so honored, to have been the one to do this first. He’d never felt anything like it before. His eyes close as he continues his ministrations, stimulating himself with a new softness foreign to his fingers.

As you’re gasping from pleasure - dazed from the lingering promise of euphoria - his lips break from yours and in a soft, pleading, husky tone, he requests only one thing:

“Not yet. You feel so lovely. Please don’t cum yet… Just a little longer.”

[fuwushiguro]

A Party That Was Too Much Fun

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: been a MINUTE since I wrote Toji mmmmm… anyway this is for @httptamaki​‘s anniversary birthday collab!! So honoured that u let me join bb thank u so much I hope u like the fic!! Be sure to read everyone else’s work too 💖

Synopsis: Toji Fushiguro is a wonderful person and boss, or so you thought. After an argument with his son, you begin to see a side to him you didn’t know he had. 

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, possessiveness, cheating, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, sir kink, dacryphilia??, cream pie, squirting, breeding kink, fingering, spit, mutual masturbation, choking, slapping/spanking, vaginal sex.

Words: 3.6k

Mr. Fushiguro was a marvellous man to be under the employ of. He didn’t rule with an iron fist, he never got angry or disrespected his staff. He was a gentleman through and through, suave, sophisticated and composed. It made your heart ache when you realised everyone else in the office had forgotten his birthday. It was unfortunate that his birthday fell on the same night as the biggest office party of the year, New Year’s Eve. While everyone was getting drunk, photocopying their behinds on the machines and kissing under the leftover Christmas mistletoe; Mr. Fushiguro was sitting silently in his office doing paperwork. You didn’t enter, but you could clearly picture him in your mind with a pen in one hand and a tumbler of whiskey in the other.

You were sitting on your desk outside of Mr. Fushiguro’s office. A few of the men who had some Dutch courage in their system had approached and propositioned you, but you turned them down instantly and they backed off. People in the office didn’t usually bother communicating with you on a day-to-day basis since you were just Mr. Fushiguro’s secretary. They saw you as nothing but a skirt and a pet to him, but it wasn’t like that. He respected you and was appreciative of everything you did for him. It was hard to not feel the blood fill and warm up your soft cheeks whenever he complimented you.

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[ghostinwinterfell]

giggling at the thought of snow watching katniss and peeta win the games under haymitch’s mentorship with lucy gray’s songs as their own personal soundtrack. every mockingjay that he could never control on one unhinged team, openly defying his rules and winning the public’s adoration in the process. absolutely insane.

[fruity-basket-case]

So between the movies and the books, I think we can all agree that the hunger games were rigged. But sometimes I forget just how rigged they really were. The seventy-fifth quarter quell wasn’t just Snows attempt to get rid of Katniss. It was to get rid of every victor that posed a threat. It’s why Finnick and Johanna were both chosen. We as the audience don’t find out until later but they had just as much of a reason to hate the capital as Katniss did and therefor were threats to the system and needed dealt with. God, this series never ceases to amaze me. Fucking brilliant

[fruity-basket-case]

Sunrise on the Reaping… I see you. I see what you’re doing!!!!!

[byjove]

Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Latin in his sleep and it scares the hell out of you but upon translation he’s introducing himself, inquiring on the price of grain, attempting to sell dormice, brainstorming silly Saturnalia gift ideas. In his sleep he somehow becomes a 1st century BC plebeian, of modest means but with a pleasant outlook on mundane life.

[gingertomcat]

Your boyfriend starts mumbling in Sumerian in his sleep, it scares the hell out of you but upon translation, he's introducing himself, attempting to sell copper, chewing out couriers, brainstorming new ways to cut copper with other cheaper metals, answering complaint tablets. In his sleep he somehow becomes an 18th century BC copper merchant of good means but a will to scam his buyers.

[byjove]

I truly think the ghost of Ea-nāṣir would possess people so he could continue his copper hustle for the rest of eternity. If he could.

[webism-deactivated20251110]

sugar daddy!gojo who cuts a deal with you one evening: for each orgasm he can pull from you, he'll transfer $1000 into your account. who has you on your back, sweat soaked and fucked boneless as he brings you to your eighth climax of the night.

who, instead of dirty talk, or talking you through it, he coos about all the things you'll get to buy with what you earn. "can get your nails done so pretty, oh and that bag i know you've been looking at baby," because cocky is an understatement and you're too cumdrunk to tell him to shut up even if you wanted to.

sugar daddy!gojo who pays your rent on the condition that he has his own key cut for him to use as he pleases. sometimes you'll come home to a new set of lingerie laid out on your bed. sometimes you'll open the door to flowers on the kitchen counter, other times it's diamonds.

who sometimes surprises you when you're home, too. he sneaks in as you're showering and gives you the fright of your life as he hops in with you. it's okay, though, because he makes up for the scare by dropping to his knees and eating you out with such scalding passion you barely notice the heat of the water against your skin any longer.

sugar daddy!gojo who takes you shopping with the intention of showing you off. of course people turn their heads when a pretty thing like you walks by with his hand dangerously low on your back. bags hang off his free arm full of gifts for you, who he loves spoiling more than life itself.

who can and will fuck you in the dressing room if you show him an outfit that he particularly likes. no one will notice, bar from the slightly sore gait you walk with for the rest of the day. pushes you against the full length mirror and fills you with his cum, makes you spend the rest of the day shopping with him leaking out of you.

sugar daddy!gojo who buys you a car despite always being the one to drive you around. he likes being behind the wheel with one hand inching up your thigh just a little higher at each red light. you swear he brought you your car just to show off, just to make the purchase obsolete.

who fucks you in it regardless of the fact that it never sees the road. parked in your garage it sees more movement than it ever would otherwise. he hardly fits even in the backseat, but it's worth it when his legs are splayed and you're bouncing on his cock like you have no regard for the expensive leather lined seats. not that it really matters if you mess them—he can buy another car.

sugar daddy!gojo who likes giving you your allowance in cash, just so he can have you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock as he lazily counts out the thousands he'll gift you. every time you make him feel particularly good, he reaches over into his safe and pulls out a few more notes to add to the pile—laughs when you moan around his cock at the sight.

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

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[depsidase]