#baba smut

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One Last Time

Fandom: Kissed By The Baddest Bidder

Category: Smutty angst

Character: Baba as requested

Notes: Here you go ladies, Baba’s fic as promised- tagging everyone who has voted for him shippinglieskakullok, lovverrboii, onholiday61,  skullbygloy100,  lone-wolf155,  brilexa dopeassjaqjack, angelicaelizabeth, serendipitouscrimsonrose,  hifftn

To be honest, I just wanted some easy breakup smut but no I had to add a bit of feeling... If I manage to break anyone's heart, well you are welcomed. If not, hope you at least enjoy the sex imaginary sex with Baba. The man who deserves more fics, attention and most of all LOVE!!! 

"It hurts, Mitsu..."

"I'm sorry...." 

You turn to face the man and look directly into his eyes, his pain-stricken eyes. He opens and closes his mouth trying to form words, "I'm sorry for what I did,” He clenches his eyes closed and shakes his head, "Please, forgive me..."

Your tone is surprisingly calm and steady when all you want to do is cry and scream at him. The man you've been with for three years, the man who has rescued and cherished you for three good years. Yet the very same man has also chosen to destroy the love and trust the two of you have built the moment he pulled his pants down for the other women. Despite the burning tears in Baba's eyes, he remains quiet, "You said I'm your world, you said that was the last time .... but no, you wanted more." You pause as the vivid image and pain of coming home to see your lover in bed with another woman is too strong to be forgotten or forgiven. 

Watching him falling into addiction when you stand by not knowing what to do and how else to cope. You witness him changing from a sweet loving man to a lying sex addict. "I can't share you, Mitsu. No matter how hard I try, I just.... It's not me.."

Mitsunari Baba makes a choked sound, "_______ , I..... I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you... I love you... I..."  He quickly bites his lip and takes a deep breath, "I can't control myself!"

"I know." You whisper, closing the gasp in a few steps but not the great distance between your two souls. You run your fingers through his hair and sigh into a painful kiss which slowly grows passionate and hungry.

His teeth graze your neck and nip sharply, "Baby...I..." 

"Don’t." Your voice almost inaudible. He has brought strangers home, to the bed you share and called them babies too. You couldn't risk ruining the rare intimate and last moment with him. With arms still wrapped around each other, the two of you clumsily fall onto the bed.You make sure he's at the bottom, used sheet mixing with god knows how many women's' sweat and scent. You straddle and watch from above before pulling his head back to expose his throat to make your mark, one last time. The sounds he makes as you leave a trail of kisses along his throat, each one sends an ache to your shredding heart but also a bolt of pleasure straight to your core.

You need him, and after all these time- the pain, sorrow, and disappointment. You still love him and there's no doubt that you want him, right now. He could see it in your eyes too, he reaches to his back pocket and slips on the protection. 

"Don’t move." You hiss, "And don’t come until I say so." Then line yourself up and sink down on him, both of you let out a strangled "fuck!" at the long-lost sensation. Bracing yourself with hands on his broad chest, you rock your hips, feeling his every inch inside you, stretching you in a way that is beyond words. For a moment, you almost cry- knowing that possibly no man would ever make you feel the same way- the intimate connection and love you'd still feel from his warmth.

Slowly, you start moving, savoring the feeling while his cock slides almost all the way out and you slam back down onto him. You take charge and adjust your position so his manhood would hit the same spot inside with each thrust. He tries to take control but stops when you pin his wrists in place. Throwing his head back against the pillow with lips parted around the moans dripping from him like the words of a prayer, the grand thief simply enjoys the ride and watches your every reaction from below.

"_______ .... I can't...I'm..." He whines, his hands gripping the pillow, desperately trying to hold back.

"No!" You pant and speed up, chasing your own high. "You .... are ..... not .... allowed.. to...come..yet.." Digging your nails into his flesh, drawing more sounds from him, growls and groans, slamming harsher with each thrust, pushing yourself closer and closer until finally, you're teetering on the edge.

"Yes!!! Now, Mitsu, come with me!" You instruct with two fingers sliding down and teasing your clit. With a cry, he shakes and he reaches his high, the throbbing pulse of his cock inside you just enough to push you over the edge. Still panting, you throw yourself down on the bed next to him, everything seems just how it used to be. Watching his warm smile as he caresses your cheeks and falls asleep but it is not the same, it never will be. 

Resting on your elbow, you wait and stall, trying to leave the bed you once shared at the last minute. Once he has fallen asleep or perhaps pretends to be, you get dress and pick up the luggage by the door. Funny how little there's to pack- wrapping up three years of life in a 20 inches carry on while the time for healing is beyond calculation.

Leaving the key card and engagement ring, you take one last glance at the half-naked thief who has stolen and crushed your heart, you're quick to shut the door and the past behind.

It is time to turn a new page.

Still not 100% satisfied with this piece, could be much sadder but then again, this’s supposed to be smut focus or spreading love to Baba :)

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REQUEST: Patience Is A Virtue (Baba’s Smut)

Anonymous said: Baba goes on honeymoon with mc and takes her virginity plz

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Fandom: Kissed By The Baddest Bidder Category: Smut Character: Mitsunari Baba Notes: My first time of writing virginity fic

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“Patience,” Baba strokes her warm cheek and still captivated by how stunning she looks in her wedding gown. She’s practically bouncing in place, ready to “get down to it” in attempt to hide her nervousness. But Baba insists that his new bride be a little patient as he slowly and gently disrobes her.

When she takes her turn getting him out of his clothes, she’s hasty, even though she struggles with figuring some parts out. She’s enthusiastic, showing him how eager she wants him.

They’re married now, this is going to become a part of his regular routine- she is going to become a part of his regular routine. Having weekly date nights, holding her hands in public and introducing her as his wife.

For a moment, she falls silent, taking in the sight of him, and he watches the shift in emotions and reactions, plain as day on her face. The obvious excitement and curiosity, as he knows this is her first time being like this with a man- and honestly, he’s surprised she hasn’t shown a hint of shyness about her own body.

Taking a step forward, he leans down and cups her face, giving her a soft kiss. She relaxes into it easily, something that she’s more familiar with, and without even breaking the kiss, he takes her into his arms, carrying her to their bed. When he gently lays her down and stands up, she looks up at him, her face slightly flushed. “So what now?” she asks.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll take good care of you.” He replies and kneels down beside her, capturing her lips in another kiss as one of his wanders, taking hold of one of her breasts. When he teases at her nipple, she lets out a squeak into his mouth, and when he pinches it, she begins to writhe beneath him. She’s sensitive, and he loves it, enjoys playing with her nipple until he’s ready to switch off to the other.

He breaks the kiss then brings his mouth further down to suck at the nipple he just finished teasing. She practically shrieks in delight, Baba manages to coax her other nipple to hardness before he looks up at her and pulls his mouth back.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“I….” she breathes. “I didn’t know that could feel so good!”

“Let’s get you wet and ready.” Baba suggests with a gently chuckle. He smiles and gets up onto the bed with her, shifting their positions until his face rests between her legs. She giggles as his breath tickles her, he kisses the inside of her thigh. His bride is already noticeably wet but he wants to make sure she’s really ready before he tries.

She squirms when he first begins to eat her out, making soft noises and mumbling about how it feels weird but she loses herself to the sensation. Baba proves to be rather skillful with his tongue, she reaches down and tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling so hard at times that he winces but he never slows down.

As he buries his tongue within her, she arches her back and whimpers and cries out his name, Baba keeps going until he feels her tense and tremble with her first orgasm. Whether it’s of the night or in general, he doesn’t know, but whatever the case, he promises himself that he’ll show her a wonderful night. When he pulls back to look up at her, she’s flushed and panting and seems absolutely stunned. She takes a moment to catch her breath and when she finally does, she says, “That was…that was…wow! Freaking amazing….!!”

The grand thief chuckles and says, “This is only the beginning.”

She pouts and asks, “What’s next?”

Without further explanation, Baba teases her entrance with one of his fingers, causing her to squirm before he gently presses it inside of her. “Relax as much as you can. It may hurt a little at the beginning but this will make it hurt less.” She nods and makes a visible effort to relax while he wiggles his finger within her, hooking it a few times until he thinks she’s ready for a second. After that, he spends a bit more time fingering her, scissoring his fingers inside, taking his time before slowly pulling them out and climbs above her.

At first, she wears only a pained expression and it takes a lot of effort on his part to take things as slowly as possible, fitting himself inside of her without hurting her too much. Giving her the time she needs to adjust to every inch, slowly, she takes it, until she looks up at him and whispers that she thinks she’s ready.

Baba feels absolutely blissful as he takes his wife for the first time. He can barely think straight at first, even when he begins to gently thrust into her, it’s a struggle to not go all out for her. It’s a struggle to maintain the pace, not that this pace is bad. In fact, it’s so far from bad that it’s also taking restraint to hold back and make sure he lasts long enough that she gets some enjoyment out of it as well.

When he’s got a steady and regular pace going, she begins moaning and gasping, a slight smile on her flushed face. She looks so beautiful and he really can barely contain himself, “How are you doing princess?” he asks her breathlessly.

She answers equally breathless, “You’re … just…so big ….”

Her words are nearly enough to do him in and he has to suppress a chuckle for how cute she is.“

"I like it,” she adds, "just … need some time to get used to this.”

“Well, we have the time in the world.” That’s the last words he’d manage and hold out a little longer before they come. She’s overwhelmed, moaning out his name and losing herself to pleasure for a long moment. Baba keeps thrusting, trying to prolong their orgasm as long as possible while he hears her gasps and whimper.

He holds her even as he pulls out of her, lazily rolling until she’s laying on his chest, while the two of them catch their breath and recover. “It’s the first night of many,” he says and gently caresses her silky skin, “I love you, _______.”

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Lodon Florist Part 1@Readers’ Choice Series (Baba)

Readers’ Choice Series- mini series of fics that are based on your choices and preferences on MC plus the Voltage men you desire, click here for details.

Readers:  trinitythatcher (Claire) Scenario / Situations London florist meeting the master thief Fandom: KBTBB Character: Mitsunari Baba Notes:

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Peeking past some of the isles within the shop, you stop at the center, feeling eyes on you but look around to see no one in sight. Valentine is round the corner and you must be too busy so you’re imagining things. Making your way over to the counter and begin to double check the recent orders are all set, humming to yourself to calm yourself down.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” You spin around to see the man you look forward to see every week, he winks with his signature grin. “Good morning, my lady.” “Morning, Baba. What would you like today?”

The man in red stops in front of the red roses and takes a deep breath, “Roses. What other colors are there apart from red?”

“White, pink, yellow, peach and lavender.”

“No blue?” He looks around the shop and asks curiously.

“Black and blue roses don’t actually exist in nature. They are created artificially.”

“Oh are they hard to make?”

“Does your lady like blue roses?” You ask, “Red is a classic color.”

“Well actually I want one in each color.” He winks mischievously, “Six roses, six different color.”

“Somone’s got six ladies to please?” You tease and head back to the counter, “There are light and dark pink, coral, orange and burgundy. All naturally beautiful.”

“PERFECT!” He exclaims, “Oh, what’s your favorite among them all?”

“Lavender.” You keep your head down as you begin to input his order form.

“What does it mean?” He asks suddenly, “Lavender roses, is there any meaning?”

You slowly look up and stare at the man, “Love at first sight.” You sound perfectly normal, there is no way he’d have heard the sound of your pounding heart.

“Ah, love at first sight. My favorite way to fall in love.” He keeps smiling as you hand him a receipt. “ Here are the addresses, oh keep the lavender one here, I’ll pick it up myself.”

You nod and watch his back walking further away from you, what a mysterious man. Always cheerful but you sense something else as if he’s hiding other sides of himself behind that flirtatious grin. You want to get to know him better though he never talks about himself, he comes in each week for fresh flowers and chitchat a little. You don’t even know what he does for a living, the day passes by quickly as more Valentine’s orders come in.

A week later, all bouquets are delivered while you wait for Baba to show. Eight pm and there is still no sight of him, the phone ring and you pick up to hear the voice you long for.

“Hello, my lady, miss me?”

“Mr. Baba! You’re okay! You never come to pick up your rose.”

“Yeah, about that, I’m a little occupied right now, could you umm deliver it? What’s your number, I’ll send you the address.”

You are the only one left at the shop so you’ll have to deliver it yourself, plus you can’t hide the excitement of seeing him on Valentine’s Day anyway. However, it also means you may walk into his date, seeing him with another woman. Heck, you already dress up for him! Nothing fancy but a cute short dress in the same color as his lavender rose, checking yourself one last time in the mirror before you close up and head to the Tres Spades Hotel.

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Any special request, Claire? Smut? Fluff? Love triangle?