#baki hanma

[takawoyu]

i cried after reading baki

[ddollfface]

Baki Men's Favorite Place to Kiss (pt.1)

Characters Featured: Jack Hanma, Baki Hanma, Kozue Matsumoto, Katsumi Orochi, Retsu Kaiou, Jun Guevara

Content Notes: she/her pronouns, rushed writing, nothing tbh just fluffy fluff!! Not proofread, so ignore mistakes... Who should I include in pt.2?

Jack Hanma

Honestly, I cannot see this man really kissing his partner, for both practical and personality reasons. First of all, Jack, like a lot of men on this list, is... Huge. He's quite literally a giant, and I could most definitely reassure you that he's bigger lol. Because of this, it makes affection a little difficult, as either he has to hunch over, or you have to strain your neck in all weird positions just to meet his eyes.

But, secondly, I cannot imagine Jack being insanely lovey-dovey with his darling. Of course, you're his beloved, his lover, so he's going to be softer in comparison to other people... But Jack's soft is still considered rough to most people.

He's a fighter at heart, and I think he struggles being soft, even when he wants to, y'know?

And so, I think that Jack is more likely to express physical affection through ruffling your hair or pinching your cheek. I think that Jack succumbs to cuteness aggression frequently whenever you're involved.

His large, calloused fingers will tug at your cheek, grinning like a wolf as he teases you for having such pudgy cheeks, doll. Look good enough to eat, don't you?

Sometimes, when you're having slow mornings. The sun is sneaking through the crack of your bedroom curtains, a sliver of light peeking through. Your cheek squished against Jack's chest, head tilted to the side, steady breaths coming out in puffs. Jack'll have an arm around your waist, already awake, and just marinating in the peaceful moment. A rarity for a man like him.

His hand, previously resting on your lower back, will sneak up your spine in a lazy caress, stopping when it reaches your tilted head. He'll tuck your hair out of your face or adjust your bonnet so it's not slipping too far down your forehead. His thumb will rub across your temple, smoothing across your brow, as he calmly takes in your features. It's not a kiss, but it's enough to bring a soft smile to your sleeping features.

Baki Hanma

Always playful, Baki has a habit of messing with you, poking your side, tickling the back of your knee (how he knew you were ticklish there, you have no idea...), or sweeping you off your feet whenever given the chance. He really cannot help himself. He loves the look of faux-offended shock that spreads across your pretty features.

Baki is childish in nature, so he likes the attention, especially when it's your attention.

And so, I think he'd like silly kisses! Quick pecks to your cheek, rushed and messy. They're carefree, but they always bring a smile to your face as he quickly pulls you in, cupping your cheek, planting that kiss, and then he's gone!

He knows it gets you going, getting riled up from his antics, and that's just the way he likes it.

I can also see Baki biting his darling's cheek lol. Once more, just to mess with them. It'd be random and in passing.

You'll be lazing on the couch, watching some shitty reality T.V. where a bunch of twenty-somethings are shoved into a house to live together (a trainwreck, really), and suddenly, your poor cheek is being attacked!

Baki will lean over the back of the couch, his calloused, warm hands cupping your cheek and tilting your head back. His mouth will chomp down on your cheek, playfully tugging on it softly. Not enough to hurt, just some pressure.

Of course, you'll squeal out a Baki! What the hell! Still giggling and swatting at his hands. And, in Baki fashion, he just laughs, pulling away, and continuing on with his day, as if he didn't just take a bite of you!!!

Kozue Matsumoto

My bbg, I love her sm. She's a totaalll sweetheart. I think Kozue would give a sweet kiss on the cheek, maybe on the tip of your nose, too! Her soft hand will cup your cheek, caressing the skin under your eye as she leans in close. A small smile on her lips as she presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

It's not rushed, and it's light, soft, and homey. It's comfortable and drawn out, as she settles you and her into a relaxing hold. I don't think Kozue likes to rush her relationships, more so enjoying a peaceful hold than something super chaotic (though I don't think she'd mind some playfulness every once in a while).

The two of you will be on a stroll, bags in hand, as you'd just finished a successful shopping spree. Your thumb rubbing across the back of her hand, and it's nice. A carefree conversation flows between the two of you, chatting about the weather, a shirt Kozue just bought, or a new coffee shop that's just opened up.

Somehow, in some way, you end up in a park, meandering through the walking trails, hand-in-hand. Settling on a park bench, your shoulders press against one another, Kozue's head resting against your shoulder. A peaceful silence falls between the two of you, not a word needed.

And as you shut your eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment, you feel Kozue shift. Her body shifting to face you, and her lips hover, hesitating just for a second before planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. A smile spreads across your lips as you hear her whisper, Love you.

It's not loud, but it's Kozue, so it's all you need.

Katsumi Orochi

Hmmmm, I feel like Katsumi doesn't necessarily have any major preferences. As long as he's in contact with you, able to enjoy your company and feel your body against his, then he's content. I wouldn't say that he's entirely picky when it comes to affection, as he just wants attention from his darling, y'know?

I do think that Katsumi tends to fall into the typical categories when it comes to affection. He likes to hold hands, likes to sling his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you wander through the streets.

However, I can see Katsumi enjoying a low, long-lasting, and classic kiss to the lips. One where his hands cup your cheeks, dragging you close, as his thumb rubs the skin under your eye. A boyish smile spreads across his cheeks as his eyes stare into yours, taking in... Everything. Your scrunched cheeks. Your batting lashes, trailing down to your parted lips.

His head tilts down, and he firmly plants his lips to yours. In response, you place your hands over his, melting into the, albeit, clumsy kiss. You should feel Katsumi's lips curve into a smile, and you giggle against his in return.

It's lighthearted but comforting, affirming that you're there and present, paying attention to him, him, him!!!

I can also imagine Katsumi doing this in front of the Shinshinkai members, having no shame in expressing his love for you (much to your dismay and total embarrassment). Right before every sparring session, class, and fight, he'll pull you into a deep, stable kiss 'cause you never know when it'll be the last, so he makes sure to give it his all every time.

Retsu Kaiou

Okay, another one that I cannot imagine kissing, at least casually. However, I think that Retsu's reasoning is different than Jack's. Retsu isn't overly insecure about himself, like Jack, nor is he grumpy all the time.

Retsu's just shy. Of course, he's not some cutesy-pootie at least, not in the sense that he cannot handle himself in a relationship, or that he's not emotionally mature and aware of his feelings and how to handle them. Retsu is a grown man, a trained fighter who's learned to understand himself, learned to be uncomfortable.

However... That experience is with fighting, with physical discomforts, not emotional vulnerabilities, y'know?

And I don't think that "uncomfortable" is the correct term for how Retsu would feel or act. It's more so inexperience. Retsu's not used to interacting with others in a vulnerable way, like kissing. Not to say he doesn't enjoy it or anything! It's just new, and he has to learn how to navigate himself in a relationship, understanding your likes and dislikes and such.

Whoops, I'm rambling... Overall, I think that Retsu would be the kind of guy to plant a simple kiss on your forehead or the crown of your head. It's easy access and quick.

The two of you will be lounging in your shared living room, as you usually do. It's the evening, and the sun is setting. Both of you have had a long week, so just existing in one another's presence is all you need. You don't need chatty conversations or constant touching.

Simply leaning against one another as you lounge in each other's arms is enough. Retsu is reading a book, while you were scrolling on your phone. Was it productive? God no, but did either of you care? Eh, also no.

Your head rests against Restu's cheek as you scroll mindlessly, occasionally chuckling at a silly cat video (my personal favorite). After a while, thirty minute or so, Retsu will shift underneath you, his hand drumming against your waist.

A pressure is applied to the crown of your head, and you lean into it. Retsu's lips pressing against your hair as he murmurs to you with a smile in his voice, patting your hip, Up now, let me make us some tea, yes?

Jun Guevara

Ever the romantic, Jun has a tendency to be a little dramatic with his affections. His hand always finding yours, no matter how busy either of you is. His fingers will tangle with yours, bringing your hand to his face as he peppers kisses on your knuckles.

An infuriatingly handsome smile crosses his features as he stares into your eyes, grinning against your knuckles. Ever amused, you roll your eyes, watching as he trails his lips up your hand, lingering at the center of your palm.

His beard tickles your skin, causing you to laugh softly. His other hand, always on you, moves to trail up your side. His fingers drumming against your clothed skin, resting against your lower back to tug you close. His palm rests flat against your back as he closes the distance, allowing him more room to lead his neverending kisses up your arm and to your neck.

You'll squeal, laughing freely as his beard scratches the sensitive skin of your neck, and Jun will just chuckle against your jaw. His body hunched over yours as you sway side-to-side.

Similar to Katsumi, Jun has no shame when it comes to showcasing his love for you in public. However, unlike Katsumi, I think that Jun actively looks for it, wanting to show you off to his people, to Mr. Unchained, especially Mr. Unchained...

What? Can't a man want to show off his lady?

[mama-yokai]

Scary Dog Privilege

Some Baki Men x Reader

Warning, Some token Baki anime/manga violence. Npc men being creeps in a park.

Summary, The boys notice you haven’t been going out at night anymore. Turns out you had an unpleasant experience at your usual park. It’s made you not want to go back but the boys are here for you.

Baki Hanma

You hadn’t been to the park in weeks. The evening strolls you used to love had been cut short the night a group of men decided their words were more important than your comfort.

When you finally admitted the reason, Baki’s brows furrowed. He didn’t press for details, didn’t ask for names. He just said, softly,

“Then I’ll walk with you.”

The next night, he met you at your door, hands in his pockets like it was the most natural thing in the world. As you walked under the streetlights, the air felt different. Calmer. Or maybe heavier, you weren’t sure.

When strangers glanced your way, their eyes shifted almost immediately, flicking toward Baki and then down at the pavement. Nobody called out. Nobody lingered. It was like some invisible wall wrapped around the two of you.

You noticed it, even if you couldn’t explain it.

“You’re…really quiet tonight,” you said.

Baki smiled at you, warm and unbothered. “I just want you to enjoy your night walks again. That’s all.”

Later, as you passed the same bench where the catcallers had sat before, you saw it was empty. You didn’t know Baki had been there earlier that week, standing silently until the men felt their courage crumble and scattered like leaves in the wind.

All you knew was that you felt safe again. And when Baki’s hand brushed yours, steady and grounding, you believed him when he said, “Nothing’s going to bother you anymore. Not while I’m here.”

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Katsumi Orochi

When you told Katsumi about the night at the park, you expected him to be angry. Not at you but at the men at the park. Instead, he went unusually quiet. His jaw tightened but his voice stayed calm.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with that.”

The next day, he mentioned offhandedly, “I’ll talk to the guys at the dojo. We’ll figure it out.” You assumed he meant just venting about it.

What he didn’t tell you was that, after a little digging, he and a few Shinshinkai students found the troublemakers. By the end of the night, those same men were tied up neatly outside a police station, bruised, embarrassed and very apologetic. Katsumi had made sure of it.

The following evening, he appeared at your door, smiling like nothing unusual had happened. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. You’ll like the air tonight.”

As you strolled through the park, you noticed the strange quiet. No lingering stares. No voices following you. Katsumi walked at your side, hands in his pockets, casual but steady, like he was measuring every shadow.

“You’re safe,” he said simply when he saw the way your shoulders loosened. Then, after a pause, he grinned a little sheepishly. “Can’t have anyone disturbing your peace.”

What you didn’t know and what he never admitted was that Katsumi had gone much further than “talking” to anyone.

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Retsu Kaiou

When you told Retsu why you’d stopped going to the park, you didn’t expected him to do much besides listen and offer you tea. Instead, his expression softened. He folded his arms, listening without interrupting, his eyes steady on you.

“That must have been very unpleasant,” he said finally, his voice low and even. “I am sorry you had to experience it. You should not carry the weight of their behavior.”

The words caught you off guard. He wasn’t dismissing it or making you feel weak. He was simply…validating you.

That night, Retsu insisted on walking with you. At the park, he kept a respectful distance at first, hands behind his back in his usual posture. But when he saw the way you tensed as someone glanced your way, he moved closer, his presence suddenly commanding, sharp as a blade, though he hadn’t said a word.

Nobody dared to approach. Nobody even lingered.

“You see?” he said quietly as you continued walking, the evening air cool around you. “Peace does not return when you hide away. It returns when you know you are not alone in facing the world.”

His tone was calm, almost teacher-like but there was something warmer beneath it. And as your hand brushed against his, you felt the quiet reassurance he’d been offering all along, not just protection but respect.

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Kaoru Hanayama

When you admitted why you weren’t going out at night anymore, Hanayama didn’t speak right away. He just sat there, cigar smoke curling slowly in the air, eyes narrowed.

Finally, he said in that calm, gravelly tone,

“No one should be bothering you. Leave it to me.”

You thought that was the end of it, just Hanayama being reassuring. What you didn’t realize was that, the same night, he had already called a few of his men. By the following evening, the park was under quiet surveillance. Anyone looking to cause trouble found themselves “escorted” away long before they got close.

When you returned to the park with him, the difference was immediate. It was quiet. Peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Hanayama walked beside you, massive and steady, looking like he had nothing to do with the quiet park.

“You’re safe here,” he said simply. “Don’t worry about it anymore.”

You glanced at him, suspicious. “You didn’t do anything too drastic did you?”

Hanayama gave a slow shrug, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Doesn’t matter what I did. What matters is you can enjoy yourself again.”

Behind you, somewhere out of sight, his men kept watch but you never had to know.

—

Jack Hanma

When you confessed what happened at the park, Jack was silent. He didn’t ask for details. He didn’t even frown. He just stared at you for a long moment, then muttered,

“Where.”

That night, Jack went alone. The men who had harassed you didn’t stand a chance. They weren’t opponents, they weren’t fighters, they were just cowards who’d picked the wrong person to bother. Jack didn’t waste words. He simply made it clear, with fists, with presence, that they’d never step foot in that park again.

The next evening, he showed up at your place. “Walk.” he said simply and the two of you headed toward the park.

It was quiet this time. Too quiet. The same corners that had felt threatening before were now empty, shadows undisturbed. You glanced up at him, suspicion prickling at the back of your mind.

“What did you do?”

Jack’s mouth curled into something between a smirk and a sneer. “Doesn’t matter. They won’t bother you again.”

He didn’t elaborate and you knew better than to press. But when his hand brushed against your back, guiding you forward, you understood. Whatever Jack had done, it was final. And you never had to be afraid there again.

[rezitio]

⊹ ︴ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ₙₛʄʷ

warnings: oralf!m!, tit play, exhibitionism, rough play, man handling, edging m!, size kink, fingering, p in v, anal, somno from Katsumi, possessive unhealthy behaviour!

includes; baki hanma, jack hanma, yujiro hanma, katsumi orochi, retsu kaiou, kaoru hanayama.

looking for the convicts?

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` ⊹ ﹑ Baki Hanma

When he's in his munching episodes he'd start of slow and sensual. in the end you're screaming for your life.

This is sex with Baki. Tit sucking, random speeding up, asking if you're okay, his moans, everything. (its like they recorded him the guy even looks like him its scary)

Baki fucking you in your room while your parents are home. Careful not to make noise.

Skipping class to see your boyfriend, you're just sitting on his lap enjoying the breeze. Right...

Baki is the type of man eat your pussy no questions asked.

more on baki?

` ⊹ ﹑ Yuujiro Hanma

Spitters are quitters

He'd drag you from the party you sneaked out to, take you back to his penthouse and shut that bratty mouth up. (could be step-daughter trope)

Make up sex is supposed to be slow and forgiving. For yuujiro it's a chance to show you who he truly prefers without saying a word

He'd make you addicted to the dick till you're just a begging toy for him.

Yuujiro fucks so fast his dick vibrates in you. You wouldn't see him moving fast enough when you look at him. But you can see it in your face.

` ⊹ ﹑ Jack Hammer

Realistic size difference with a 7'0ft man

Jack can hold you up with just his dick

You told him it wouldn't fit, all the motivation he needed to make it fit tthrough your ass

This is probably how Jack would handle you. Imagine his huge size tossing you around

` ⊹ ﹑ Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama would have his bratty little whore by his side, teasing and disciplining her while he sat at the front of a meeting.

He expects to hear nothing but your loud pussy as he fingers the disobedience out of you. Sneaking out to a party? What were you thinking?

You'd have a face full of makeup, ready to have the night of your life with your friends, just right outside your apartment door you're pinned, reminded of who you belong to.

` ⊹ ﹑ Katsumi Orochi

After spending the whole day out, Katsumi would show you how hard you got him.

Letting your boyfriend sit back while you grind him. He worka so hard.

You wake up with his fingers inside you, great now he doesn't have to be so gentle

` ⊹ ﹑ Retsu Kaiou

Retsu know all kinds of techniques, including the best way to go deep into your cunt.

You were Restu's first. You showed him a whole new world of pleasure and canal desires

Teaching Restu how to control his urges. His most difficult training

REZITIO. This took a while mb, it doesn't take long to make I was js lazy.

this work is created and owned by rezitio on tumblr!

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[leatherskinn]

baby boy

[seraphineskiesxo]

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD WRITE BAKI HANMA X READER SMUT??

Think? Heh, I know I can, anon ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ jkjk ofc i'll write for the champion ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Lucky Charm

♡ pairing - Baki Hanma x reader ★ content warning - MDNI, SMUT ʚɞ synopsis - Baki makes an unsuspected but pleasant discovery.

Baki hates his father.

He hates it even more when he’s right.

When Yujiro first told Baki to treat sex as a part of his training regimen, he scoffed at even the thought of it. He’d never be like the horndog his father was and he wasn’t about to use sex or women for that matter for his own personal gain. Then, he met you.

The first time Baki had sex with you before a fight, he could’ve sworn it was a lifechanging experience.

The futon shifted under the weight of the two of you; Baki held your shaking body close to his as his hips bucked into you feverously. The movement made the blanket draped over Baki’s back slowly slip off, revealing his sculpted back. Your nails instantly grasp onto it, leaving desperate scratches over the already scarred skin; your whimpers were like music to his ears as his body pressed more into, wanting to hear more.

His groans grew softer, turning into whines as he clenched his fist beside where your head laid. His lips pressed against yours as he hastily pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty inside. Ropes of cum sprayed all over your stomach, painting your skin with the white substance.

Baki panted as he fell on top of you, the sticky liquid coating his torso as well. “Baki,” you whined playfully, “at least let me shower first!” Your giggles echoed through Baki’s home as he nuzzled into your neck, tickling you. “You have a match tomorrow, right? You should be sleeping,” Your hands comb through his brown locks, as he sighed deeply on your chest.

“Yeah,” he murmured, shifting his head to look up at you, “But I want to spend more time with you,” he gave you a lazy smile, eyes heavy with tiredness from the day that he forced open to see your face. “You’ll come tomorrow right? Cheer me on?”

“When have I ever missed a game?” You pretend to be offended by his question before letting out a long exhale. “But first let me take a shower, you’re like a brick wall on me!”

…

Baki was shocked by how well he fought the following day. Every punch landed, every hit he dodged and the match was over before he knew it. He felt an adrenaline rush — the kind that made a person feel as if they were on top of the world.

His eyes scanned the crowd looking for you until they lock onto you in the sea of people. His smile only grew once he saw, waving his hand rapidly as you chuckled at his excitement.

…

The table rattled with his thrusts as he fucked into you like a madman. “Baki… s-slow down! Someone could hear us,” you held onto the man with your dear life, fearing the table might break at any moment from the rough movements. “Let them, who cares?” The words interrupted the string of kisses he placed all over your neck.

The air intensified in the changing room as your moans intoxicated the atmosphere. Your legs twitched as his cockhead hit the most sensitive parts inside you with precision, the pace making you shake underneath him. Baki finally climaxed after what felt like an eternity of pleasure, his cum filling up the rubber as he pulled out.

Once you caught your breath, your hand softly hit Baki’s toned chest, doing no damage whatsoever. “You got a fight soon and you decide to fuck your girlfriend? How lewd,” You scold him teasingly as you got back on your feet. “I don’t know… I’ve noticed I fight a lot better after we’ve done it,” he admitted, feeling embarrassed by even the saying it out loud.

“It’s like I’m guaranteed a K.O once I’ve had sex with you, that doesn’t sound insane right?” You cock your head to the side in confusion before shrugging it off, “you’re just too good at your job, Baki, it’s definitely not because of me,” you pulled your pants back on before hugging him from behind, placing your face on his back, feeling the curves of his muscles against your skin. Baki only hummed in response, his ears catching on to your rhythmic heartbeat.

…

Baki still put that theory to the test: Before every fight, subconsciously or not he had sex with you. In as many positions as he could.

He took you standing against the wall, on the couch, facing the mirror, lifting you up. Everywhere. Not only that, he ate you out like it was his last meal on Earth, only stopping once your mewls turned into loud moans as you came all over his tongue.

You two fucked like rabbits before every match; almost having a match of your own to see who would tap out first. Just as Baki expected, he was right — he did fight better when he had emptied himself inside you at least once. He was horrified but also pleasantly surprised at the revelation.

Horrified because his father right, surprised because now he had an advantage. But Baki wasn’t his father. After every round, he’d clean you up; showering with you if he was at home or just holding you in his arms if he was at the arena.

You, on the other hand, felt as if your soul has been fucked out of you the whole month. Your legs wobbled like a fawn walking for the first time and your insides felt empty without Baki’s shaft filling you up. You didn't know how much longer you could keep up with his stamina.

…

You tried your best to stand up from where you sat at the couch, balancing yourself so you don’t fall down. Baki gently held your arm, feeling a little guilty for the state you’re in. You swore you heard the table cracked underneath the pressure of the two of you but you couldn’t even care about it right now.

“I still have a match tomorrow, will yo-“

“No.”

[gottalovesae]

Day 11: New Thing ⭒ Baki Hanma

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Characters: Baki x fem!reader

Kinktober prompt: Choking kink

1,761 words

Warnings: NSFW 18+, unprotected sex (yet again), p in v, choking, marking, oral (female receiving), rough, both finding out they have a choking kink, kindo ooc Baki

Yours Truly: Is this fandom still alive? Like I need more content or ig I could just continue making my own too but still- Enjoy!

Taglist: @regu1ar-huh @bellaciao0

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THANK YOU!

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The underground fighting scene in Tokyo never slept, and Baki Hanma was its undisputed king. Fresh from a brutal match against a hulking fighter who'd tested his limits, Baki trudged through the neon-lit streets toward his girlfriend's apartment. His knuckles were split, a gash above his eye oozed blood, and bruises bloomed across his ripped torso. But pain was just fuel for him—nonchalant, almost boring. He texted her en route: Coming over. Need a patch job.

Her reply buzzed back instantly: Door's unlocked. Bathroom's ready.

Her place was a cozy haven among the chaos of the city, a small two-bedroom on the fifth floor with views of flickering lights. She was no stranger to his world; dating Baki meant welcoming bloodied clothes and late-night visits. A nurse by trade, she handled his wounds with steady hands and zero fuss.

Baki pushed the door open, kicking off his boots in the entryway. The scent of antiseptic hit him first, mingled with her lavender shampoo. He called out for her, voice gravelly from shouting mid-fight.

"In here!" Her voice echoed from the bathroom down the hall.

He followed the light, stripping his torn shirt as he went. The bathroom was steamy from a recent shower she'd taken, tiles cool under his feet. She stood by the sink, clad in a loose tank top and shorts. She was smaller than him (muscle wise) but fierce, with curves that drove him wild and eyes that saw through his tough exterior.

"Sit," she ordered, pointing to the edge of the tub. Baki complied, his compact, muscular frame filling the space. She dabbed at the cut on his brow with a cotton pad soaked in saline, her touch gentle but efficient. "Who was it this time? Another one of those dojo idiots?"

"Some new guy. Big, but slow." Baki's tone was flat, uninterested. He watched her work, appreciating the way her breasts shifted under the thin fabric as she leaned in. Blood trickled down his chest from a shallower scrape, and she moved lower, wiping it away with a warm cloth.

Her fingers brushed his pecs, tracing the ridges of muscle earned from years of relentless training. "You're a mess," she murmured, but there was heat in her gaze. Patching him up always sparked something— the intimacy of care turning primal.

Baki's hand caught her wrist, pulling her closer between his spread legs. "Thanks...for this." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a rough kiss. She tasted like mint toothpaste, her mouth yielding as his tongue pushed inside. The cloth dropped forgotten into the sink.

She kissed back hungrily, her free hand sliding up his thigh. "You smell like sweat and victory," she whispered against his mouth, nipping his lower lip. Heat built up fast; his cock twitched in his pants, hardening at her proximity.

One thing led to another seamlessly. Baki stood and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he yanked her tank top over her head, exposing her bare breasts—full and perky, nipples already pebbling in the cool air. He palmed one roughly, thumb flicking the bud, while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.

"Fuck, Baki," she moaned, fingers tangling in his wild hair. She tugged at his pants, freeing his thick cock—veined and heavy, tip leaking precum. It slapped against her thigh as he grinds against her, her shorts soaked through.

He peeled them off, tossing them aside, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was slick, folds glistening, clit swollen with need. Baki dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue lapped at her entrance, flat and broad, tasting her arousal before circling her clit with precise flicks. Her hips bucked, one hand bracing on the mirror, the other guiding his head.

"Yes, right there—eat my pussy," she demanded, voice breathy. He obliged, sucking her clit into his mouth while two thick fingers plunged inside, curling to stroke her inner walls. She came quick, thighs clamping his ears, slick flooding his tongue as she cried out.

Baki rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. He stroked his cock once, lining up with her dripping hole. "Gonna fuck you now." He thrusts in deep, her pussy stretching around his girth, walls clenching tight.

Her back arches, nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder—give it to me." He did, pounding into her with controlled power, the counter shaking under them. Her breasts bounced with each slam, and she tilted her head back, exposing the smooth column of her throat. Neck muscles taut, pulse visible under the skin—it looked so damn enticing, vulnerable yet strong.

Baki's gaze locked on it, a primal urge stirring. His hands, callused from endless punches, slid up her sides, thumbs brushing her collarbones before wrapping around her neck. He held there lightly at first, fingers encircling without pressure, just feeling her swallow under his palms.

The sensation hit her like lightning. Heat pooled deeper in her core, pussy fluttering around his cock. "Baki...squeeze," she whispered, eyes locking on his. Her voice was needy, encouraging.

He paused mid-thrust, brow furrowing. "You sure? I could hurt you. My grip's not exactly gentle." oh we know🫣 He'd choke out opponents without blinking, but this was different. Her.

She nodded, covering his hands with hers, pressing lightly. "I trust you. I want it. Squeeze—just a little." Her pussy clenched deliberately, urging him on.

Baki tested it, tightening his fingers little by little. The pressure compressed her airway just enough to make her breath hitch, stars flickering at the edges of her vision. But it felt oh so good—the rush of oxygen loss mixing with the fullness of his cock splitting her open. "Like that?" he asked, voice low, resuming his thrusts slower now, watching her face.

"Yes—fuck, yes." She moaned, the restriction amplifying every sensation. Her clit throbbed untouched, and she rocked her hips to meet him.

He felt it too—the power, the intimacy. A spark ignited in his chest, not just lust but something thrilling. His cock hardened further inside her, and he squeezed a bit more, careful to monitor her reactions. Her eyes fluttered, lips parting in a gasp, but she nodded frantically. "More... tighter."

"Can I go harder?" Baki's tone shifted, curiosity edging out the casualness. He wanted to—craved the way her body responded, the trust she gave him.

"Do it. Choke me while you fuck me." Permission granted, he tightened his grip fully, thumbs pressing into her windpipe. Her breath cut off completely for a few seconds, face flushing, then he eased just enough for a ragged inhale. The cycle built tension, her pussy gushing around him, slick sounds filling the bathroom.

Baki fucked her relentlessly now, hips snapping forward, cock bottoming out with each drive. "Shit, you feel so good like this—tightening around me." He watched her eyes roll back, whites showing as pleasure overwhelmed her. The sight fueled him; he loved it, the control, the way she surrendered.

Her world narrowed to the pressure on her throat and the brutal pace inside her. The loss of oxygen heightened everything—his cock dragging along her walls, hitting her cervix, balls slapping her ass. She clawed at his arms, urging him deeper, her orgasm building like a storm. When it hit, her body seized, pussy spasming wildly, milking his cock as she came silently, eyes fully rolled back, tears pricking the corners.

The visual pushed Baki over. "Coming—fuck!" He slammed in one last time, grip loosening on her neck as ropes of cum erupted, flooding her depths. He groaned, riding out the pulses, her walls pulling every drop.

They panted together, his hands sliding to her shoulders as he pulled out, cum leaking from her swollen pussy onto the counter. Mika slumped against him, neck marked with faint red imprints—his fingerprints blooming like badges. "That was... intense," she breathed, smiling up at him.

Baki nodded, nonchalant mask slipping back in place. "Yeah. Felt good." He helped her down, grabbing a towel to clean them both, but inside his head, gears turned. He'd liked it—more than expected. The power dynamic, her trust, the raw vulnerability.

They moved to her bedroom, the air cooler, sheets rumpled. She led him to the bed, pushing him down gently. "Your turn to relax." She straddled his lap, grinding against his semi-hard cock, already stirring back to life. But her eyes lingered on his hands, then her neck. "Again? But... tighter this time?"

He smirked faintly, the excitement creeping in. "You liked it that much?" His hands found her throat again, lighter at first, testing.

She nodded, leaning into it. "Showed me something new. Squeeze while I ride you." Baki's cock fully hardened beneath her, and she sank down, pussy enveloping him in wet heat. As she began to bounce, he tightened—harder than before, cutting her breath short.

The room filled with her muffled moans, his grunts. He thrust up to meet her, one hand choking, the other gripping her hip. "Fuck, your pussy's gripping me so tight when I do this." Excitement laced his voice now, the nonchalance cracking. This was theirs—a shared secret kink awakening.

Her pace quickened, breasts jiggling, nipples hard points. The pressure made her dizzy, euphoric, every roll of her hips sending sparks through her clit. "Harder—choke me till I see stars." He did, fingers digging in, her vision blurring as she slammed down, grinding her clit against his base.

Baki's control frayed; he loved the way she submitted, eyes glazing over. "You're mine like this—fucking perfect." He flipped them suddenly, pinning her beneath him, cock driving deep as his hands returned to her throat. Missionary now, he choked her steadily, easing for breaths, building the rhythm.

Her legs hooked around him, heels pressing against his muscled ass cause ofc it is. "Yes—fuck, Baki, don't stop." The choking intensified the build, her second orgasm crashing harder, body convulsing, pussy squirting around his pistoning cock.

He followed, growling as he came, cum mixing with her slick, overflowing. Releasing her neck, he collapsed beside her, both slick with sweat.

In the afterglow, curled together, Baki traced the marks on her skin. "Didn't think I'd be into that," he admitted, voice softer, excitement bubbling. "But seeing you like that... want to try more."

She kissed his jaw, hand stroking his chest. "Me too. It's hot—knowing you can control me like that, but I trust you." They experimented lazily then, his hand light on her throat as they kissed, already planning the next time.

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