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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 kazutora hanemiya

"I can be a better man. I can be a better man for you. I hope, you know, if you'll let me. I can be a better man with you."

♱ pairing: kazutora x afab!reader

♱ content/warning: MATURE. MDNI. unprotected sex

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Kazutora was at a loss. He had been released from prison after several years, but his friends were nowhere to be found, and he had no place to stay. With Chifuyu gone, and Takemichi in jail, he had no choice but to start from scratch, and that meant finding a job and a place to live. He wandered around the city, which once knew in the back of his mind but now seemed like a different place altogether.

Without a family, his gang, and his best friends, he was a new man.

It was the third day Kazutora had spent the entire day searching for a job, finally landing success. He was tired, but as he stepped on the train to head home, he couldn't shake off the feeling of relief instead of the hopelessness that had been gnawing at him for the past few days. Just as he was about to take his seat, he accidentally bumped into a young woman standing nearby, and they both stumbled forward.

Instantly, they both started to apologize to each other, their voices meshing together in a jumbled mess of apologies. Kazutora couldn't help but notice the woman's bright smile, her gentle voice, and pleasant face. Even though it had been a long day, she exuded a certain energy that was infectious.

As they sat down, she let out a sigh of relief and apologized for the inconvenience once again. “Are you okay?” Kazutora asks, “Yes, thank you.” She kindly replied before shortly noticing the stack of resumes on Kazutora’s lap. “Any luck?” Kazutora was surprised by her empathy, and found himself making conversation with her.

“Yeah, a record store.” He softly chuckled. “Record store? How cool… to be honest I thought you were some sort of pro musician, but, near enough.” She chuckled, and Kazutora was intrigued.

“Oh yeah? What made you think that?” He asks. “Well, you have a very unique hairstyle and clothes. And that cool tattoo too! At least, it’s the vibe you give off.” She answered, feeling a strange sense of recognition.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm softly with a smile, “That would be really cool…” He nodded, “But yeah, I do love bands. That’s why I also considered working at the record store.” He explained. Kazutora had always been a solitary person, spending most of his time alone and not really paying attention to the people around him, but something about her felt familiar.

“Congratulations again for getting the job, …” She paused for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t gotten his name yet. “Kazutora.” He smiled and shook her hand. “Kazutora…Hanemiya?.” He chuckled softly, not used to being referred to with his last name, the one that he shared with a terrible human being he unfortunately once called “father”.

and that was the moment when it all suddenly connected for her— this was the delinquent Kazutora she once knew in middle school. The one who pulls his friend out of class, and goes out to gang fights. She couldn't help but think about the incident that had happened in the past. She remembered the day when he was caught stealing from a motorcycle shop, and how he accidentally killed the owner. It was a horrible incident that had left a lasting impact on the whole school and town.

But despite that, she knew that she understood that there was a whole story and context behind that. She had always seen the best in people, and she believed that everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. And now, as they had reconnected, she felt as though they were put in each other’s paths..

“It’s me, [ Y / N ] —” “[ L / N ]...” Kazutora finished for her.

Life is funny. They weren’t so close in high school, they’ve had a couple of interactions, all of which were pure, pleasant memories. She was kind, understanding, and she truly saw the good in people, even when they didn't see it themselves.

“You remember.” She was quite surprised, not expecting him to remember her at all.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good memory.” He smiled. “What are you up to these days?” He asks.

“Well, that story is going to take longer than my stop.” [ Y / N ] simply said. “I’ll just say that… it’s nice to have a fresh start.” She added.

“I know what you mean.” Kazutora agreed, and she smiled back, understanding where he was coming from.

Finally, when the train reached its destination, he mustered up the courage to ask for her number. And to his surprise, she gave it to him, with a small smile and a soft "good luck" as the train doors opened.

As he stepped off the train and into the night, he knew that she had given him more than just her number— she had given him hope.

As Kazutora walked through the bustling city to his new job, he couldn't help but think about her. The girl with the sweet and bubbly personality who had shown him so much kindness all those years, and when they met each other again on the train. He wanted to have a connection with her, but he also knew that he first needed to get his life together. He wanted to be the best version of himself for her, to be someone she could be proud of.

He reached the job site and got to work, feeling nervous but also excited at the prospect of starting a new chapter in his life. The work was tough, but he threw himself into it, learning as much as he could throughout the day and impressing his boss with his work ethic.

As the day wore on, while closing up the shop, Kazutora found himself thinking more and more about [ Y / N ]. He wondered if she was thinking about him, too.

"Good job today, Kazutora," she said, a warm smile on her face. He turned around to see her, looking just as beautiful as he remembered. She was holding a cup of boba and had a bright, energetic attitude that made him feel light and confident just looking at her.

“[ Y / N ]? Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.” He gave her a soft, welcoming smile. “I know, I’m sorry…” She chuckled. “It’s just that… you said you work in a record store around here, and… funny, because I work at a dental clinic a couple blocks away.” She says.

“Really? Well, that’s perfect… because then… I can take you home~?” He offered his hands for the bundle of shopping bags in her other hand.”

“I’d like that.” She smiled and handed him her bags.

As the day ended and they made their way back to the train station, they found themselves opening up to each other and getting to know more about their lives. As they talked, Kazutora couldn't help but be struck by how much she understood him. Even though they'd just met, he felt safe and comfortable in her presence.

And as they continued to talk, as the train rumbled on towards its destination, he knew that there was a reason why they were brought into each other’s lives. He was determined to make something more of himself, to be the kind of person he could be proud of, the kind of person she deserved.

“I never really planned on staying here, basically. When I landed my first job out of the city, I got into a relationship with my superior and… well… the jerk turned out to be married. The wife showed up at work and started rambling about how I was a homewrecker.” He couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration on her behalf, angry how someone could take advantage and betray her like that.

“Since then, no one would hire me in town. And I thought fuck it and returned here.”

He asked her what he could do to help, and she told him that she just needed someone to listen. He was happy to do that for her, to be there for her and to offer her a listening ear. And as they talked, she felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her.

They have reached their stop and headed to [ Y / N ]’s apartment complex. “I’d invite you inside, but my roommate is currently moving out so it’s really cluttered.” [ Y / N ] explained. “Ah, I understand, I’ve lived in worse circumstances.” Kazutora jokes. “I practically live in a can of sardines. Plus it’s under a train track so I get three hours of sleep max. But I guess that’s an upgrade from prison.” He chuckled.

“Come live with me.”

"What!?" he asked, unable to hide the shock in his voice

“Yeah… it’s hard to look for a new roommate anyway. I don't have the time for doing all that.” She explained.

Kazutora couldn't believe his luck. He had just met her again after all these years, and now he had the chance to live with her, to spend more time with her, to get to know her even better. He didn't want to mess things up, so he did his best to act calm and collected.

“Are pets allowed?”

“Sure.”

She smiled at him, clearly pleased with his response. "I'm sure you'll be a great roommate," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And besides, it's not like we're strangers. We're old friends, remember?"

He was determined to not make her regret meeting him again, to make himself into the person he always knew he could be, and to show her that he was worth the chance she had given him. He knew that he had a lot of work to do, but with her by his side, it’s like he took a big step forward. After all, maybe he didn’t really lose everything…

Christmas is a time of year for joy, for spending time with loved ones and creating memories that will last a lifetime. And for [ Y / N ], Christmas was supposed to be a time to escape the cold and spend some time with her ex-boyfriend. That's when she remembered the vacation house she had booked, but with no one to go with, she wasn't sure what to do. But then she thought of Kazutora, and how he had been there for her through everything. She decided to invite him to join her on the trip, hoping that he would say yes.

At first, Kazutora was hesitant. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go on a trip with someone he had such strong feelings for. But after thinking it over, he decided that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time with her outside of their daily routine.

As they made their way to the vacation home, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. They couldn't help but notice the romantic atmosphere. Each corner of the house was decorated with lights and Christmas ornaments, and the scent of fresh cookies lingered in the air. They could feel the tension between them growing, and they both knew that this trip was going to be different from anything either of them had experienced before.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, Kazutora and the[ Y / N ] sat close together, lost in their own thoughts. The comfort of each other's presence was palpable, and they both knew that they had been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long.

Kazutora finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know that you were supposed to go to this place with someone else, but I'm glad that it ended up being me." His eyes were locked on hers, and there was a warmth in them that made her heart flutter.

She smiled, taking his hand in hers. "I'm glad it was you, too." She paused, searching for the words to express what she was feeling. As she looked into his eyes, she knew that he felt it too.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in the weight of their confession.

Kazutora leaned in, his face just inches from hers. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you for so long, but I was too afraid to say it."

[ Y / N ]'s eyes filled with tears at his words, and she pulled him close, kissing him passionately. "I love you too, Kazutora," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've always loved you." [ Y / N ] soon found herself sitting on Kazutora’s lap, leaning in for another steamy kiss.

His fingers slowly rested on her hips, his heart rate picking up when he felt a surge of emotions wash over him. For the first time in his life, he was experiencing something so pure and beautiful, and it was with someone he cared about deeply. He was nervous, but excited, and as their lips met, he felt like he was on top of the world. He had never done so intimate before, and he didn't know what to expect, but he knew that this was special.

As they pulled apart, he looked into her eyes, and he could see the love and the kindness that he had always seen in her. He knew that this moment was the start of something beautiful, and he was ready to give his all to make it last.

“You look even prettier straddling me like this, sweetheart~” He admired her face, stroking her cheek. As [ Y / N ]’s lips begin to descend onto him, Kazutora could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He can tell that her body is just as passionately waiting for his touch and kisses. So his hands go over her hips, pulling her closer to his body.

Kazutora’s hands slowly start to move upward, brushing up against her panties. He starts to pull on the fabric, looking at her with intensity. Her heart is beating rapidly right now as she breathes heavily above him. He feels the heat coming from her body, feeling her touch against his. He slowly brings his lips back up to her lips and kisses her deeply, his lust and desire overcoming him now.

He pulls her dress up, leaving her in her bra on top of him.

“Mr. Hanemiya…” She whispered sensuously, slowly working her hands down his pants. “It’s cold, isn’t it? May I warm you up~?” [ Y / N ] bats her eyes, enough for Kazutora not to notice her fingers beginning to undo his jeans. The way his last name rolled out of her tongue perfectly, the only time he’ll ever feel loved hearing it.

He pulls her closer to him and lets out another soft moan, feeling her bare body mold and conform against his.

Kazutora’s eyes go wide as he realizes that she is making this quite intense. At the feeling of her hands going into his underwear, his breathing begins to quicken and his body tenses up as he feels his desires go out of control.

He slowly pulls her up just a bit, just enough to touch his aching tip to her entrance.

“Only if I get to do it first…” He whispered, finally feeling all of her in one swift movement. [ Y / N ]’s hands rushed to his long hair to tug on them, discerning Kazutora’s body as they connected for the first time.

Kazutora feels [ Y / N ]’s lips on his, as gently pressing into his again and again, in sync with her rocking hips. Her kisses and thrusts send a wave of pleasure through his body, making him moan softly and unable to control his desires.

Kazutora wanted to cum right then and there, but he knew he wanted to make this last for her. “Ugh, I love this.” He shuddered, body jolting slightly as she pulsed around his cock. She rocked down on him, purposely letting her hear his desperate whines. Kazutora clutched her ass tightly, her pussy touching his base and breathing heavily as he hit deeper.

[ Y / N ] rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the stretch by his thick cock. Within seconds, his pace starts to grow wild, drilling into her pussy, their hips now clashing together. He was finally getting some action after using his sole imagination in so long.

Gripping both of his shoulders tightly, she began to bounce harder on his cock, the ginger radiance of the fireplace shining on her face which made it heightened the experience for Kazutora. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly…” He whispered right next to her ear.

“I love getting to know you like this…” Her cheeks flushed warm. “I wanna cum…” He sighed and planted his hands back on her hips, his thrusts growing more desperate. “I wanna help you with that.” She moaned softly before speeding up her own pace. “What a good girl, showing me those cute tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my dick.” He grunted, bleached hair sticking to his forehead as they continued to fuck each other.

“Ah, Hanemiya-sama~” The explosive sensation ricochets through her body, making him feel her warm cum gushing down his balls just as he spilled into her pussy. He pulls out and you breathlessly collapse on his chest, feeling the light afterglow from the intense moment.

His eyes softened as he watched you snuggle up to him breathlessly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that he was going to remember this moment forever. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body against his, and he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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mei-mei01 · 3 months ago

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“salvatore” | ran haitani x reader

mini-collection 𓂃⋆.˚

ticket #002

synopsis: forced to take the place of the yakuza couple she killed. y/n, a bonten executive, is stuck playing the perfect wife—with ran haitani, of all people. they can barely stand each other, yet as the lines blur between duty, they realize the real problem isn’t keeping up the illusion—it’s that it might not be an illusion at all.

characters: ran haitani, fem!reader, haruchiyo sanzu, manjiro “mikey” sano, hajime kokonoi

warnings: explicit content, enemies to lovers, smut (18+) with plot, mild angst, violence, blood, gunfights, assassination, fake marriage, sexual tension, near-death experience, strong language, yakuza politics

notes: you guys don’t have to ask anymore. here’s a part 2.

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part 2

two days later, ran had her pinned to the bed again. and then in the shower, her back arched against the glass. the kitchen counter wasn’t spared either, their little “act” spilling into every inch of the mansion. they played their roles too well, bodies colliding like a real couple—until they remembered they weren’t. until they remembered that at the end of this, they’d go back to hating each other.

and now, here they were again, breathless, morning light spilling over sweat-slicked skin. this was their last day playing house. after this, they’d return to their separate lives in bonten, pretend none of this ever happened.

“just letting off some steam.” that’s what they told themselves.

but then why the hell did they spend a night tangled in each other’s arms watching shitty old movies? why did they kiss between making breakfast, laughing between bites? why did ran hold her close when nightmares clawed at her sleep? why did he take her out for dinner, drive her around the city like it was some damn date?

right. it was just an act.

ran was the first to move, grabbing his pants off the floor. y/n’s phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet. she sat up, dragging the device to her ear as she reached for her own clothes.

“yes, boss?”

the voice on the other end was sharp. urgent. “you need to get out of there. now.”

“huh? why?” y/n frowned, already on high alert.

“there’s a bounty on the yakuza couple’s head. your faces are the ones being spread around.”

y/n’s blood ran cold. “what?!”

ran, already buttoning his pants, glanced over. “what’s happening?” he asked, calm as ever.

then—

BANG.

a gunshot echoed through the mansion.

y/n’s eyes snapped toward the door.

“shit.”

y/n grabbed her gun and her hf radio comm, tossing a second firearm to ran. there was no time to get fully dressed. she stood there in just her bra and pants, while ran, still shirtless, was already checking the door.

she scanned the window, eyes sharp, and instantly spotted a sniper perched outside, already taking aim at her. instinct kicked in. she dodged—fluid, effortless, like she’d done it a thousand times before. the bullet shattered the glass behind her, but she didn’t flinch.

she had already memorized the entire mansion’s floor plan. she knew every escape route, every weak point. hell, she had planned how to get the gold out of this place before—getting herself and ran out was child’s play.

“let’s go.”

she reached for ran’s hand, but before she could pull him, he arched a brow.

“woah, y/n. you’re really gonna fight a whole fucking hit squad in just that?” his gaze flickered to her bare torso. “stop turning me on. you’re making me hard right now.”

y/n didn’t even hesitate—she grabbed the edge of a massive table and shoved it aside. alone.

ran just stood there, watching. “holy shit.”

beneath the heavy stand of the table was exactly what she expected—a hidden escape route leading to the back of the mansion, where the forest stretched toward the sea cliff.

she shot ran a glare. “will you shut up? there’s a bounty on your fucking head. you’ll be dead if you keep running your mouth.”

ran scoffed. “what the fu—”

y/n kicked him.

hard.

right in the back, sending him straight into the hole. it wasn’t high enough to hurt him—she knew that. she wouldn’t let ran get hurt. that was her sole mission now.

get ran out alive.

this was worse than any mission she’d ever taken. a suicide run. not because she was on the defensive. but ran was here. ran. she has to protect ran.

it wasn’t like ran couldn’t handle himself, but that didn’t matter. she didn’t know where this protectiveness was coming from, didn’t have time to think about it. all she knew was that he couldn’t get hurt. not on her watch.

fuck.

she slammed her fist into her other hand, forcing herself to focus. get him out. get him out safe. she cursed under her breath, then dragged the table back over the escape hole, sealing it off.

the tunnel was tight—only enough room to crouch or crawl. ran looked up at her.

“what now?”

y/n exhaled sharply.

“just follow me.”

y/n dropped into the escape tunnel first, crawling swiftly through the tight space. ran followed, silent but alert. the air was thick with tension, the kind that only came when death was breathing down your neck.

as she moved, she switched on her hf radio comm.

“haru.” y/n called.

“are you still alive?” sanzu’s voice crackled through, teasing despite the situation.

“shut up. where are you now?”

“waiting for you guys at the end of the escape route—”

gunshot.

y/n’s grip on the radio tightened as static hissed through.

“nevermind that,” sanzu continued, voice sharper now. “they’re gathering here. plan b. get to the forest near the cliff. i’ll meet you two there.”

“copy.”

ran exhaled sharply. “fuck. how the hell are we supposed to escape if they’re already waiting for us at the end of this fucking suffocating tunnel?”

y/n smirked. “well... we kill, haitani. just like we always do,” y/n cock her gun. ran chuckled at her doing the same.

they reached the end of the tunnel. y/n peered through the hole—five men, all armed. expected. easy.

without hesitation, she kicked the barrier open, the heavy cover slamming against the nearest enemy. before the others could react, her gun was already up—five clean headshots.

precision. efficiency. death.

she pushed herself up, grabbed ran’s arm, and yanked him out.

they were outside now, far enough from the mansion but still deep in enemy territory. guns raised, they moved swiftly, scanning for threats. every step calculated, every breath controlled.

then—a gunshot.

ran dodged effortlessly, twisting his body at the last second.

back to back, they moved in perfect coordination, covering each other’s blind spots. ran fired first—three bodies dropped instantly. y/n took out the last one with a single, well-placed shot.

but the sound of gunfire had done its damage.

footsteps. shadows shifting. more enemies coming.

shit.

they moved faster, heading for the meeting point, but something was off. instead of getting closer to sanzu, they were being pushed further away.

“this isn’t right.”

then—another round of gunfire.

more bodies closing in.

they couldn’t afford to keep shooting. too much noise, too much attention. but at this rate—

“tch. fucking great,” y/n muttered under her breath.

they were running out of options.

the cliff.

dead end.

y/n’s breath hitched as she glanced over the edge—no way down, no way out. the waves crashed violently below, unforgiving.

fuck.

two men approached, guns raised, smirking like they had already won.

“there’s no escaping now. we just need your dead bodies. that’s all. say goodbye, lovebirds.”

y/n and ran exchanged a glance. just a second. but it was enough.

understanding passed between them—silent, sharp, inevitable.

move.

before the men could even pull the trigger, two gunshots rang out. the enemies hit the ground, bodies limp, blood pooling.

but fate wasn’t done playing its cruel game.

the man y/n shot wasn’t dead yet.

a flash of movement—a gun raised.

a shot fired.

but before y/n could react, before she could even register it—

ran moved first.

her eyes widened.

huh?

ran…?

the bullet never hit her.

ran had stepped in front of her, body jerking back from the impact.

no.

no, no, no.

he staggered, blood seeping through his shoulder, staining his skin.

rage flooded her veins. her heartbeat roared in her ears.

without hesitation, she fired at the man’s head multiple times, the shot ringing out loud and final.

the bastard dropped instantly.

but y/n didn’t care.

“ran!”

he was barely standing now, blood dripping down his body, too much, too fast.

and then—more footsteps. more guns. more enemies.

they were surrounded.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

there was only one way out.

the cliff.

ran’s breathing was uneven, but his grip on her wrist was steady.

“jump.”

y/n’s head snapped toward him. “what?”

“i said jump!”

she hesitated. but ran didn’t.

he tightened his hold on her hand—and pulled her with him.

they plunged off the cliff.

gunfire erupted behind them, bullets slicing through the air—too late.

they were already gone.

darkness. cold. silence.

y/n gasped, lungs burning as she struggled to stay afloat. where is he?!

panic surged as she scanned the water. then she saw him—ran—underwater, not moving.

without thinking, y/n dove. her body cut through the water, hands reaching desperately for him. his body was limp, sinking, but she grabbed him—clutching him with all her strength.

no. no, no, no.

she kicked and swam, pulling him upwards, feeling her heart race in her chest. her head broke through the surface of the water, gasping for air, but ran was still lifeless in her arms.

please, please.

she pulled him toward the shore, every second dragging like an eternity.

once they reached the shore, y/n dragged ran out of the water, her heart pounding. he wasn’t moving. wasn’t breathing. she didn’t even think—panic took over. shit. he’s not waking up.

this can’t happen.

“ran!” her voice cracked.

nothing.

her breath hitched, and she started cpr, pushing down on his chest, trying to force air into his lungs.

one. two. three.

“come on!” her voice was desperate, shaky.

nothing.

and again.

“ran, please, you can’t leave me now, not like this… not after everything…” she whispered between shaky breaths. “i never hated you, you asshole. i was just too scared to admit it. that i’m falling for you—i already have… please, don’t do this. don’t leave me like this…”

but he didn’t respond.

the tears came then. the pressure, the fear—it all broke through. she sobbed into his chest, helpless.

but she didn’t stop. she couldn’t stop.

gritting her teeth, she tried again, forcing herself to focus.

one. two. three.

as y/n leaned down, her breath hitched, panic clouding her thoughts. she tilted ran’s head back, hands trembling as she pinched his nose.

then, just as her lips were about to touch his—

suddenly—arms.

his arms.

wrapped around her, pulling her in.

y/n gasped, pulling back, eyes wide, but ran was kissing her—alive, breathing.

“you idiot!” y/n slapped his shoulder, right near where the bullet wound was.

“OW! FUCK—” ran winced, gripping his arm.

y/n’s eyes flashed with fury, panic still bubbling under the surface.

“oh my god! i’m sorry! you fucking scared me, you bastard!”

ran just chuckled through his pain. “it’s just a bullet wound, baby. nothing serious. i’ve taken worse. plus me and rindou do cliff diving for fun—that wouldn’t kill me.”

y/n glared at him, her chest tight. how could he act like this was nothing?

y/n immediately tore her pants, ripping off a strip of fabric to press against ran’s wound, trying to slow the bleeding. her hands were shaking, but she was focused, doing her best to keep him safe.

and then, just as she was about to apply more pressure, ran suddenly spoke.

“isn’t the rule in cpr to check their pulse first?” ran teased, his voice muffled from his position as he laid on the ground, barely able to keep the smirk off his face. “tsk. you’re gonna get taken advantage of like that.”

y/n rolled her eyes, still breathing heavily from her near panic attack. “only people like you would be insane enough to do that,” she shot back, her frustration mixing with embarrassment. “plus, i panicked, okay?!”

she tightened the cloth around his wound, her hands shaking as she pressed it into place.

ran leaned back, shifting slightly, and he took her hand, eyes twinkling.

“so, what were you saying earlier? about falling for me?” he teased.

y/n felt her face flush.

“shut up.”

before she could move, ran yanked her toward him—right into his lap.

his fingers brushed the wet strands of hair from her face, gaze locked on hers.

“what do you say about being my real wife?”

y/n raised an eyebrow, smirking. “as long as i get to be crazy with you. i’m in.”

ran grinned wider. “i’m already fucked in the head. but i’m crazier for you.”

he pulled her in again, kissing her deeply, fiercely, like he was trying to claim every bit of her.

they didn’t hear the footsteps at first.

“alright, enough of that, lovebirds. it’s time to go. you can play husband and wife at home,” sanzu said with a smirk.

y/n flipped him off, ignoring his presence and kissing ran even more hungrily.

another voice suddenly groaned, “jesus… what the fuck happened in the last two weeks?”

koko. clearly disguted at the sight.

“don’t know, man. bet they finally fucked the tension out of each other,” sanzu chuckled.

y/n barely registered him, still lost in ran’s kiss, but finally pulled away, flashing him a sweet smile.

“oh, koko, can you buy me a new phone? i left mine in the mansion.” she asked innocently, batting her lashes.

koko rolled his eyes as sanzu laughed, then threw an arm around his shoulders and started walking off, pulling koko along with him. “ran, get your horny ass in the car so we can finally go treat your wounds. you can fuck y/n later,” sanzu called out, still chuckling as they walked away.

ran brushed his lips against y/n’s one more time ignoring sanzu.

“you know, i could finally die now, just knowing that i have you with me,” ran said softly, his voice filled with a strange sense of calm, as he pressed smal kisses to y/n’s lips.

y/n’s lips quirked up in a small, exasperated smile. “you’re really crazy, mr. haitani.”

ran leaned in for one more kiss. “only for you, mrs. haitani.”

and maybe their world was fucked up—but now they were crazy together. in their own messed-up way. and as they leaned into each other, both battered and bruised, it felt like it was just them against the chaos. they were a mess, but they were each other’s mess.

part 1 | end.

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mei-mei01 · 3 months ago

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bakugo carries your photo in his wallet, one particularly special to him.

✮ content. pro-hero bakugo x fem!reader. fluff. reader & bakugo are married w/ a kid (brief mention of family). early 30s.

Bakugo keeps a picture of you in his wallet, and no, it’s not from your wedding or a fancy hero gala.

Hell, it's not even recent.

It’s a polaroid that's almost a decade old; faded, creased and worn with time. The scribbled note in permanent marker on the bottom is still legible in your handwriting, a few hearts with the words "love you!!” etched on to it. Mina insisted on taking everyone's pictures for the new year, flashing her camera around until there were little white squares littering the floor. At the end of the night, you grabbed one — the one — that you thought was the best of the bunch. Bakugo still remembers how your face lit up when you found it as if you’d discovered a hidden treasure.

Well, in one way, you did.

It was a sweet moment, one that you viewed as a cute candid shot of you two on the couch together, sitting in his lap with your arms around his neck as he held your waist. But to him? That was the night he knew, all those years ago, that you were his future — his forever.

So now, as he stands at the grocery store shopping for your little family, the photo peaks out of the pocket of his wallet and fills him with a nostalgic warmth. It’s a small token, a reminder, that being the best hero isn’t his only reason to keep going.

And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

『 #☆ — softie sundays 』

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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Reblog if you’re 30 or older

This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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navigation : midnight records! the moonlight album the mha album!

── .✦ KISS WITH A FIST! ✷ Bakugo Katsuki

a/n : so new fic released ! i'm going with something different from what i usually do but if its for bakugo nothing is impossible this is going to be quite long since its a canon fic, im so excited omg

masterlist ── chapter 01.

── .✦ KISS WITH A FIST ╱ introduction

The first thing she learned was that love was conditional.

A father who wanted a son, a mother who loved in whispers, a home that never felt like home. Everything had a cost. Affection, approval, the right to exist without scrutiny. She was a mistake before she even had the chance to become a disappointment.

So she didn’t ask. She took.

She learned how to live with bloody knuckles and clenched teeth, how to make herself something unmovable, unshakable. They would not break her.

But no matter how much strength she gained, she could still feel it—that insidious doubt. The echo of a voice that was never satisfied, the weight of hands that only ever pushed her back.

She was never enough. So she would become too much.

Perfection wasn’t something he reached for. It was something he was.

From the moment he could walk, the world had laid itself at his feet. They called him a prodigy, a genius, a star so bright that no one else could touch him. And they were right. He was always the strongest. Always the best.

So why did it feel like the ground beneath him was starting to crack?

He wasn’t afraid of a challenge—he welcomed it. But this wasn’t the same. This was something deeper, something more visceral. Like a shadow at the edge of his vision, like a warning just before the fall.

No one was allowed to outshine him. No one was allowed to take what was his.

He wouldn’t let them.

Some people are born to be great. Others are born hungry for it. Their paths were never meant to cross. Not like this. Not as equals. She is a girl with a war in her chest and rage in her blood. A force too wild, too uncontrollable, too unwilling to bow. He is a boy with an iron grip on his throne, who fights like the world owes him victory, like he was never meant to lose. Their clash would be inevitable. And when it came, it wouldn’t be gentle.

It would be a kiss with a fist.

2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

dividers by @bohnerrific69!

Taglist (OPEN). / @cherrysurf @arwawawa2 @harryzcherry @katsulina

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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navigation : midnight records! the moonlight album the mha album!

── .✦ KISS WITH A FIST! ✷ Bakugo Katsuki

A kick to the teeth is good for some, a kiss with a fist is better than none. In which Bakugo Katsuki and L/n Y/n are both consumed by the same fire, but neither of them knows how to stop burning. content : canon mha fic. rivals to lovers. slow-burn romance. violence. explicit language. angst/fluff.

l/n y/n ✷ bakugo katsuki

KISS WITH A FIST ╱ introduction

── ACT ONE. when wrath meets pride

Chapter 01. hell is a teenage girl

Chapter 02. no room for weakness

Chapter 03. i’ll show you what power really Is

Chapter 04. spitfire

tbw

2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

dividers by @bohnerrific69!

Taglist (OPEN). / @cherrysurf @arwawawa2 @harryzcherry @katsulina

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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nsfw katsuki x reader but the reader is quiet (like only deep breaths n pants) How would katsuki react if the suddenly moan?

Been thinking abt this omfg

the first time you let bf! katsuki eat your pussy, he swore he got drunk off the taste of you.

sweet, warm, and intoxicating— you were everything he never knew he was craving. and the way you melted into his arms, only fueled his hunger.

"you taste so fuckin’ good,” katsuki muttered between slurps, diving his lips back into your needy little cunny. "holy shit... i don't wanna stop."

your boyfriend is a nasty fucking pussy eater, that much is obvious. eating you out with all the fire he had, hands gripping your thighs wide, tugging his teeth to suck on your clit, lips never feeling the place he calls heaven.

katsuki was already addicted to the little sounds you made. its painful how hard he gets, his dick twitching in his pants when your breath hitched as his lips met your folds, the soft pants you let out when he darts his tongue out to lick your clit. but still, just deep breaths. just gasps.

it drove him crazy.

he wanted more. needed more.

the second time, it was the same. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it. god, you did— but something about holding back made it all the more intense.

your fingers trembled in his hair, tugging slightly. but still, you stayed mostly silent. just breathing, panting. maybe you were nervous. but no matter how much katsuki worked you up, no matter how much his mouth explored your insides, you never gave him more than quiet, shaky breaths.

until now.

the third time, oh, the third time's a fucking charm.

when katsuki's lips dragged down your clit, tongue pressing against the sensitive skin of your folds, you moaned— an actual moan, breathy and desperate, like you couldn’t help yourself. a sound that was so purely you, so completely unrestrained, that it sent fire straight through his veins.

katsuki froze. then, he just snapped.

“that’s it,” he growled, pressing his lips to your pussy again, more insistent, more desperate. his tongue traced over the same spot, his breath hot against your wet cunny as he devoured the sound of you. “fuckin’ finally.”

you barely had a second to process what just happened before his lips were back on your cunny, more eager, more demanding, as if he was chasing that sound like his life depended on it as you moaned his name. “k-katsuki-”

“fuck— do that again,” he rasped, shoving your legs wider to hold you in place, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your pussy again, his mouth making lewd, squelching sounds out of devouring your slick. "can't believe you've been holdin' out on me..."

you squirmed beneath him, hands flying to his hair, tugging lightly. “katsuki— wait, take it easy—”

but katsuki wasn’t listening. he was too caught up, too focused, too obsessed with hearing you again. his grip tightened, his mouth treating you rougher, more demanding.

he was fucking relentless, completely focused on getting another moan out of you. every little gasp, every shaky breath in between just spurred him on more.

you felt like you were burning under his touch, and he? he was thriving in it, lips dragging over every inch of your pussy, searching for every sound you could give him.

“not a fuckin’ chance. not when you sound like that. lemme hear you, baby.”

and when you moaned again, louder, more desperate— he groaned against your senstive skin, his body shuddering with pure satisfaction.

you weren’t holding back anymore. and now that he had a taste of your moans? there was no way in hell he was stopping now.

because no matter how much you tried to keep quiet, katsuki, your boyfriend always got what he wanted.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ lmao i have an exam in 30 mins, hope y'all enjoyed this💜

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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hehehe sooo.. pro hero, husband! katsuki not being able to spend time with you took a toll on his agency, so someone said... you two needed to bone.

it had been weeks since katsuki had a proper night at home. pro hero work never let up but lately, it felt like it was eating him—late nights at the agency, barely any sleep, reports, patrols, meetings.

you understood. it was his job, his responsibility, but his stress showed in the way he snapped at people more often, his fuse shorter than usual.

and today? he was especially pissed.

the whole office refused to confront dynamight about it, until some dumbass sidekick, probably sick of his rage-fueled outbursts, muttered under his breath, “tch. man just needs to go home and bone his wife.”

the room went silent.

dead silent.

katsuki stopped mid-step, shoulders going rigid. his head turned slowly toward him, eyes burning like he was about to set the entire building on fire.

"the fuck did you just say?"

the sidekick, to his credit, had the audacity to look innocent. "i mean, you’re obviously tense, and i'm sure she’s—"

he lunged at him. it took three other sidekicks to hold him back as he damn near flipped his desk over.

“YOU'RE FUCKIN' DEAD! BONE?!” katsuki roared, struggling against his coworkers like a wild animal. "say that shit again, i dare you! you think i’m pissed ‘cause i ain’t fucking my wife enough?!”

the whole agency floor collectively held its breath.

the poor sidekick scrambled for an excuse. “n-no! i-i just meant—uh, stress relief! yeah! y’know, intimacy is good for—”

katsuki grabbed a random clipboard and hurled it across him. he missed by a centimeter. “you think i don’t wanna fuckin' go home to her?! huh?!”

“sir—”

“i wanna go home so bad! i wanna see her, i wanna kiss her, i wanna lay on her tits and sleep for the whole fuckin’ day,” he ranted, voice cracking from pure frustration. “BUT NOOO! i’m stuck here writing reports and dealing with dumbasses like you!”

the office was dead silent.

it took a solid ten minutes for him to cool down, grumbling and seething as he rubbed his temples.

but his mind did wander.

to you. to the way he missed your voice. to how fucking long it had been since he held you properly.

to the way he always found you asleep by the time he got home, curled up on his side of the bed, waiting for him.

… fuck. maybe the sidekick did have a point.

katsuki inhaled sharply. then, with wild determination, he grabbed his his stuff, and stormed toward the exit. the agency could handle itself for the night. he had better things to do.

“fuck this. i'm goin' home to my wife."

meanwhile, you had barely settled on the couch, ready to enjoy a quiet evening alone, when the front door slammed open. you jolted, turning toward the entrance just in time to see katsuki storming in—looking like a man on a mission.

“katsu—” you barely got his name out before his mouth crashed onto yours, hot and urgent, like he’d been starving for this. you gripped his shirt as he pulled you impossibly close, practically lifting you off the floor.

you gasped against his lips as his hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head as he deepened the kiss, pressing his body against yours.

strong hands cupped your face, rough but desperate. his lips were everywhere—your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, the corner of your lips—like he was making up for lost time.

and when he finally let you breathe, his forehead pressed against yours, panting slightly, his hands still gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear.

you were breathless, blinking up at him in shock. “what the hell?”

katsuki exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against yours. “i missed you.”

your brows furrowed. “you left for work this morning.”

“exactly,” his lips brushed against yours again, softer this time. “should’ve come home sooner.”

it was then you realized—he was home way earlier than usual. normally, he'd get caught up in work, buried in reports or dealing with patrols, but tonight…

“wait, why are you home so early?” you asked, still dazed.

katsuki huffed. his fingers slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly. “tch. dumbass sidekick at work said i just needed to fuck my wife to fix my attitude.”

your jaw dropped. “excuse me?”

his lips brushed yours again, softer this time. “so i left early to prove ‘em right.”

your face burned. “katsuki!”

but he was already leaning in again, smirking against your lips. “better get comfortable, sweets. i’m makin’ up for lost time.”

and when katsuki stepped into the office that morning, something was… off.

for the first time in weeks, he didn’t stomp in with a permanent scowl, barking at everyone the second he crossed the threshold. his usual sharp glare was dulled, his shoulders weren’t tense as tense.

instead, katsuki looked, dare they say it—relaxed. his jaw wasn’t clenched, his brows weren’t furrowed, and the usual aggressive boom of his steps was noticeably tamer.

hell, the man even had a post-nut glow so obvious. skin clear, posture loose, and zero unnecessary shouting.

no explosions. no immediate death threats. no one getting yelled at for breathing too loud.

everyone noticed.

by the time he made it to his desk, his coworkers were already exchanging looks, whispering amongst themselves like they’d just seen a miracle.

"uh…" one of his sidekicks was the first to cautiously approach. “sir. you good?”

katsuki just grunted, rolling his shoulders before cracking his neck. “feelin’ great, actually.”

and that’s when it clicked. a murmur spread through the office as realization slammed into them.

“you boned last night,” he stated, like it was the discovery of the century.

katsuki just smirked, grabbing some files off his desk. “what’s it to ya?”

the room erupted.

“holy shit, i forgot he could be normal—”

“i haven’t known peace in months.”

“oh my god, mrs bakugo katsuki, if you can hear this—thank you for your service!”

someone started clapping.

then, the entire office cheered.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ i think y'all know where this is inspired from but js in case, its from a sitcom named brooklyn 99 where this girl tells her boss he needs to bone his husband lmao😭 hope yall enjoyed!!

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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can i just say... bf! katsuki is my BIGGEST weakness during ovulation week.

it started this morning when you caught sight of katsuki fresh out of the shower. hair damp, towel slung low on his hips, abs on full display, steam rolling off his skin like he was the main event of your personal thirst trap.

and, okay, that wasn’t new. katsuki was always hot. but today? goddamn, he was ruthlessly, unfairly, painfully hot.

the way he tilts his head slightly, jawline sharp enough to cut? ruthlessly hot.

the way he runs a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back, only for a few stubborn strands to fall over his forehead again? unfairly hot.

the way his voice drops when he’s right out of the shower, grumbling "hey, pretty." ? painfully hot.

at breakfast, he rolled up his sleeves, forearms flexing as he poured coffee, his back muscles flexing and his sweatpants hanging just right. then he smirked at you over his coffee mug, all lazy and cocky like he knew exactly what he was doing.

katsuki leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee, eyes flicking to you as you sat stiffly at the table. "you good?"

you blinked rapidly. "huh?"

he raised an eyebrow, setting his mug down. "i said, you good? you’ve been actin’ weird all mornin’."

you let out a very unconvincing laugh, waving a hand. "weird? me? pfft, no. what? i’m totally fine. why wouldn’t i be fine?"

he squinted at you. "you’re talkin’ too fast."

"no, i'm not," you blurted, voice an octave too high.

his eyes narrowed further. "alright. if you say so."

then, in the most infuriatingly nonchalant way, he stretched, arms lifting over his head, shirt riding up just enough to expose that stupidly perfect v-line that made you wanna take his stupid sweatpants down and show him what else was fast.

was this ovulation? was this what biology had reduced you to? some desperate, needy girl thirsting over her boyfriend for simply existing?

it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t your fault that your biology was telling you that your boyfriend—the one currently standing there, stretching like he wasn’t a menace to your self-control—was the most attractive man to ever exist.

by the time he kissed your forehead before heading out for work, you were trying to hold back.

and now, hours later, when he finally walked through the door, sweaty from the day, you just snapped.

he could barely get an "'m home," before you grabbed his face, and kissed the hell out of him.

it was desperate, almost aggressive. like you were trying to pour everything you couldn’t say into the way your lips moved against his. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, your body pressing against his like you needed him to feel it.

katsuki made a noise of surprise before growling into the kiss, hands immediately gripping your waist. "the fuck’s gotten into you—?"

you didn’t let him finish. you kissed him again, harder this time, tilting your head to deepen it.

he chuckled against your lips, all rough and fond. "shit, sweets. you ovulatin’ or somethin’?"

your face burned. "just shut up and let me kiss you."

his grin was cocky, but his eyes—fuck, his eyes were soft. the kind of soft that was willing to do anything for you.

"yes, ma’am."

that was 20 minutes ago. your boyfriend was a man who never held back—not in fights, not in arguments, and definitely not in bed.

"katsuki—!"

your voice hitched, his hands gripping your hips so tight you knew you’d see bruises in the morning.

right now, he had you on your hands and knees, back arched, your cheek pressed against the sheets as he fucked you senseless from behind. every thrust was deep, hard, and his thick cock stretching you in a way that had your mind going hazy.

"fuckin’ perfect," he groaned, voice dripping with hunger. "so tight— s’like you were made for me."

your fingers fisted in the sheets as you turned your head to the side, cheeks burning. "d-don’t say that..."

he let out a rough chuckle, leaning down so his chest was flush against your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "what? you don’t like hearin’ how fuckin’ perfect you are? how good you feel wrapped around me?"

you let out a whimper, already flustered from the way he was ruining you, but the words made your body react even more. a fresh wave of heat washed over you, your walls squeezing around him as he cursed under his breath.

"oh, you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?" his tone turned smug. "gettin’ all dumb on my cock, my pretty girl likes hearin’ how fuckin’ good she is?"

you shook your head quickly, a feeble attempt to deny it, but the way you clenched around him betrayed you.

"embarrassed?" he taunted, voice dripping with sin. "bet if i told you how fuckin’ pretty you look right now. mouth all pouty, eyes tearin’ up from takin’ me so deep, you’d clench around me again, huh?"

you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as he punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust.

"that’s it," he murmured, kissing along your neck. his pace never faltered, each roll of his hips sending you spiraling deeper into pleasure. "so damn cute when you get all shy on me."

you gasped, face burning, but your body betrayed you again, thighs trembling as you struggled to keep yourself upright.

he grinned against your skin, placing a possessive bite on your shoulder before pulling back and snapping his hips into you harder.

"fuck," he growled, voice wrecked. "pussy’s squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight—goddamn, you’re so needy for me. you want more, don’t you?"

you shook your head again, biting your lip to stop the desperate sounds threatening to escape, but he wasn’t having it.

"wrong answer, pretty," he huffed, landing a sharp slap on your ass that had you jolting forward. "you don't want more?"

"i—" your voice came out breathless, barely above a whimper.

another slap, this time accompanied by a punishing thrust that sent you spiraling. "c’mon, pretty girl. use your words."

you were too far gone, pleasure twisting in your core, your head spinning from both the rough pace and his filthy praise. it was too much—too intense, too embarrassing.

"yes... yes, i want more," you mewled, shaking. "please, katsu.. don't stop..."

"that's it. so fuckin’ cute, all flustered while i’m deep inside you. my pretty little thing," he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss against your neck, nipping at your skin. "shit, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. i should praise you more often if it makes you this fuckin’ wet."

he was relentless, every filthy word paired with deep, punishing strokes that sent you spiraling. your legs trembled as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, and he felt it—knew exactly how close you were.

"cum for me, sweets," he ordered, voice rough. "cum all over my cock, c'mon."

and fuck, with that, you did make a hot-white mess—his name tumbling from your lips in a wrecked, needy cry.

katsuki didn’t stop. if anything, he fucked you through it, pressing kisses against your flushed skin.

"such a good fuckin’ girl," he murmured, hips stuttering as he chased his own high. "makin’ a mess all over me—fuck, i’m gonna fill you up real nice."

with a final thrust, he spilled inside you, groaning as he pressed himself as deep as he could go. his arms caged you in, keeping you close as he panted against your skin.

even afterward, when you were still catching your breath, he didn’t stop. his fingers traced lazy circles on your waist, his lips pressing soft kisses along your shoulder. "y'alright, sweets?"

you hummed in response, body still trembling slightly as you melted against the sheets. your breath was unsteady, your skin sticky with sweat, and yet katsuki still held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

the best damn thing he’d ever laid his hands on.

he leaned down, kissing the top of your head before shifting onto his side, pulling you with him so he could hold you properly.

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he kissed your jaw, then the corner of your lips. "knew you liked my dirty mouth, but fuck, baby, you really got off on that, huh?"

your face burned, and you weakly swatted at him. "don’t start."

"but you do," his smile was smug, but his touch was impossibly gentle as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "get all shy when i tell you how fuckin’ pretty you are."

you groaned, hiding your face against his chest. "i hate you."

he scoffed, fingers brushing over your spine in slow, soothing motions. "yeah? that why you're still clingin’ to me?"

your body betrayed you, curling into him instinctively, and katsuki’s smile softened into something fonder.

his hands moved over you like he was memorizing you all over again, rubbing at the spots he knew would be sore in the morning, pressing soft kisses anywhere he left marks.

“did i go too hard?” his voice was quieter now, laced with genuine concern. “y’know i’d never—”

you shook your head before he could even finish, reaching up to run your fingers through his messy hair. “no, katsu. you were perfect.”

his eyes softened, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “good. and for the record? i meant every fuckin’ word.”

you sighed, smiling despite your embarrassment, and katsuki sees right through you.

“better get used to it,” he murmured, voice dipping into that rough, affectionate tone that always made your heart ache. “ain’t ever gonna stop tellin’ you how fuckin’ perfect you are, sweets.”

and you realized that katsuki bakugo, your relentless, insufferable, painfully hot boyfriend, had always been your biggest weakness. ovulation week or not.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ ovulation week hitting me hard >< also consider this part two to this fic where katsuki does more praise and reader is shy. hope you guys enjoyed💜💜

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mei-mei01 · 4 months ago

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i hereby present: porn with very little plot...

"Frustrated Husband! Katsuki Bakugo Takes It All Out on His Eager Wife (Slippery Tit Job, Intense Blowjob, and a Deep, Messy Creampie!)"

the door slammed behind him, shaking the bedroom walls. you barely had time to turn before katsuki was on you—grabbing your waist, pushing you back at the edge of the bed. his red eyes were dark, burning with frustration and something far more dangerous.

"fucking day from hell," he muttered. his breath was shaky, his grip still firm but hesitant.

his forehead pressed against yours, his whole body tense like he was holding himself back, waiting for you to push him away or pull him in.

“please,” he rasped, voice hoarse, thick with need. “please, pretty. need you, fuck—please. need you to want me too.”

his fingers dug into your skin like he was holding on for dear life. his lips ghosted over yours, but he wouldn’t take—couldn’t—until you said the words.

your heart clenched at how wrecked he sounded, how much restraint it took for him to stop when all he wanted was you.

"katsuki," you murmured, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. his skin was hot under your touch, his pulse hammering beneath it. "i want this. i want you."

his eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. "you sure, sweets? i don’t ever wanna make you feel like i'm using you. don’t wanna—"

"you’re not," you interrupted softly, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. "you could never."

his hands tightened at your waist, like he was still afraid you’d slip away, still not fully convinced.

"you had a rough day," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch lightly against his scalp the way you knew he liked. "let me take care of you. use me. be as rough with me as you want."

that was all it took. you gasped as he yanked your top down, his palms finding your tits like he was starved for it.

his touch was rough, desperate, his mouth following close behind as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

"be good for me, yeah?" he murmured, dragging his lips over your pulse. his hands already working at his belt, the thick heat of his aching cock pressing through his pants. "need to feel you. need to fucking ruin you."

his hands were everywhere—groping, squeezing, spreading you open like he owned you.

"fuckin’ perfect," he groaned, watching the way your soft flesh spilled through his fingers. his thumbs rubbed slow, teasing circles over your sensitive nipples, making you whimper.

your back arched, pushing yourself further into his touch, and katsuki growled in approval.

"yeah? you like that?" he murmured, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

“y-yeah,” you gasped, pressing yourself closer to him. your hands fly to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple while grinding his hard cock against your dripping cunny. “feels so good.”

"shit," he muttered, groping your tits like he was trying to memorize the way they felt in his hands. "could fuckin’ live between these."

you whined as he switched to the other breast, lapping at your nipple before biting down again, making your body tremble beneath him. "k-katsuki—"

he pulled back just enough to meet your glazed, needy gaze, his lips wet with spit as he reached down, quickly taking off his belt.

his cock was already straining against the fabric, thick and heavy, the outline making your mouth go dry. and when he finally pushed his pants down, your breath caught as his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already glistening with so much of him.

and then, without warning, he grabbed both of your tits, pressing them together, and slid his cock between them.

you gasped, your cheeks flushing hot as you felt his thick length grinding between the soft flesh, the tip leaking against your lips, your tongue immediately darting out to lick at it.

katsuki groaned, his head tipping back. his grip tightens around your tits as he thrust between them, the slick heat of your skin making his cock throb. his gaze was heavy, filled with hunger, but when he looked up at your face—

fuck.

your tongue was gingerly licking his cock, your lashes fluttering, your cheeks burning as you tried to hold eye contact. but you couldn't. it was too much—the way he was using you, the way he talked to you.

"shit—yeah, just like that," he growled, his pace growing rougher, needier, his cock throbbing as he fucked the tight space you made.

"gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over you. gonna cover these perfect tits with my cum—fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?"

you nodded desperately, licking your lips and his cock as you gazed up at him with big, needy eyes.

his lips curled into a smirk, dragging his cock slowly between your breasts. you whimpered, your walls painfully clenching down on nothing as you broke eye contact.

"aw, pretty," he cooed. "y'shy now?"

"i—it's just…" you trailed off, squeezing your legs together, desperate for relief. "so lewd..."

his hands slid up, thumbs brushing over your burning cheeks before pressing his fingers against your lips, smearing his slick precum across them. "c'mon, pretty girl. ain't gotta be shy. bet you love this, huh?"

your heart pounded as you nodded, barely able to meet his gaze.

"shit," he panted, his thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing, making your body tremble. "you gettin’ wet just from this?"

you turned your face, your voice barely above a whisper. "…m-maybe."

"aw, baby," he groaned, thrusting harder, faster. "that’s the cutest shit i’ve ever heard."

he groaned, wrecked, before leaning down to kiss you—deep, filthy, his tongue sliding against yours as he ground his cock harder between your tits. your whimper was soft, your thighs pressing even tighter together, dizzy from the lust.

"gonna make a mess all over you, fuck—" his pace stuttered, then he came hard, hot white streaks painting your chest, your collarbone, even your lips as you squeezed your eyes, taking it all.

his hot and heavy cum is across your chest, painting your skin in thick, white streaks. his breath was ragged, his body still trembling as he took in the sight of you—flushed, messy, covered in him.

he was already half-hard again, his cock twitching as he watched you lick his release off your lips, your tongue swirling around his fingers like you were made for it.

"shit," he growled, grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so he could see the mess he made of you. his cum glistened on your tits, smeared across your cheeks— you looked so pretty like this, ruined just for him.

he dragged his fingers through the mess on your tits before pressing them against your lips. you parted them without hesitation, your tongue swirling around his fingers as you sucked them clean, moaning softly.

he groaned, his other hand wrapping around his cock, stroking himself back to full hardness as he watched you obediently wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking it clean.

"fuckin’ hell. get on your knees, sweet girl," he rasped, cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. "wanna see that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick."

your breath hitched, but you didn’t hesitate. you slid off the bed, sinking to your knees between his spread thighs. his cock stood thick and heavy in front of you, flushed at the tip, still glistening from your last round.

you whimpered softly, licking your lips as you gazed up at him, your big, needy eyes making him groan.

"shit," he muttered, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked onto your face. "c’mere, baby—open up."

you obeyed instantly, parting your lips, your tongue flicking out to tease the head. he let out a sharp hiss, his hand flying to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"fuck—yeah, just like that," he gritted out, watching as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking softly.

you took him deeper, your hot tongue dragging along the underside of his cock as you tried to take more.

"fuck—" he thrust his hips up slightly, making you gag around him, your throat squeezing just right. his free hand cupped your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your cheek, feeling the way you took him.

"goddamn, takin’ me so fuckin’ good—shit, could watch you do this all fuckin' day."

you moaned softly around him, your eyes fluttering up to meet his. the sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge.

"fuck," he snarled, his abs tensing, his thighs flexing. "gonna cum, sweets—gonna fuckin’—"

you didn’t stop. didn’t pull away. when his hips jerked and his release spilled down your throat, you swallowed every last drop, moaning around him like you loved the taste.

he exhaled deep in his chest, his head tipping back as his body shuddered. and when he finally looked back down at you, panting, sweaty, fucked-out—

his cock twitched again.

your cheeks burned as his heated gaze dragged over your messy, cum-covered body. his cock was still pressed against your swollen lips, and when you shyly flicked your tongue over it again, he let out a wrecked groan.

"fuck," he muttered, his voice gravelly. "you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?"

you swallowed hard, your body still trembling, your skin sticky with him. you tried to look away, but his fingers caught your chin, forcing your gaze back to his.

"don’t get all shy on me now," he smirked, sliding his hand down, his fingers tracing the slickness between your thighs. "shit—look at you. all embarrassed, but still fuckin’ squirming. so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?"

you whimpered, turning your face away, but he clicked his tongue, dragging his fingers up to stroke lazy circles over your clit.

"say it," he murmured, slipping a finger inside you with ease, groaning at how you clenched around him. "say you like it when i fuck your pretty tits. say you like it when i cum all over you."

a soft whine slipped from your lips, and he added another finger, curling them just right.

"say it," he ordered, his other hand sliding up to palm your breast, teasing your sensitive nipple.

you trembled beneath his touch, lips parted, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks. but the pleasure was too much—the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, like he was ready to devour you whole.

"i… i like it. when you fuck my tits," you finally admitted, barely above a whisper. "when you cum on me."

he groaned, his fingers pumping faster. "yeah? like bein’ my filthy little thing?"

you nodded desperately, biting your lip, clinging onto him as he fucked his fingers into you. "yes, yes, yeah-"

"oh, fuck," he growled, dragging you into a deep, messy kiss, his tongue claiming yours as his fingers fucked you open. "you ain't done yet, sweet girl. gotta make sure you really fuckin’ feel it this time."

his fingers left you suddenly, making you whine at the loss, but he was already grabbing your waist, flipping you onto your back before spreading your legs wide.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, running his hands over your thighs before gripping them tight, pulling you closer until the heat of his cock pressed against your slick folds, heavy, throbbing, teasing—but he didn’t push in just yet. he was savoring it. watching you.

your breath hitched, body tensing in anticipation. one hand slid up your body, fingers trailing over your ribs before cupping your jaw. his thumb brushed over your swollen lips.

“you okay, pretty?” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

you nodded, but your face was hot, your heart racing as you looked up at him.

“use your words,” he pressed, his thumb tracing slow circles over your cheek.

“i… i want you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "just fuck me, please katsu. please?"

he groaned, his fingers flexing against your jaw. his other hand gripped your hip, and then—slowly, teasingly—he pressed inside.

a sharp gasp left your lips, your fingers flying to clutch at his shoulders as he stretched you open. he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his body trembling with restraint.

“fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “so goddamn tight.”

you whimpered, your walls squeezing around him, making him curse under his breath. his grip on your hips tightened as he bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside you.

he didn’t move at first, just let you adjust, his heavy breaths mixing with yours. his thumb stroked your cheek again, grounding you.

“still okay?” he asked, his voice rough but gentle.

you nodded quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his ear. “move, katsuki. need it. need you.”

a low growl rumbled in his chest. his first thrust was slow, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, making you arch beneath him. the next was rougher, deeper, his cock pulsing against your walls as he started a steady rhythm.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. “like this cute little pussy was made for me.”

you moaned, back arching as he rocked into you harder, faster. the stretch, the heat, the way he filled you—it was overwhelming, dizzying.

he shifted, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his arm, opening you even wider. the new angle had him hitting deeper, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your cunny.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, your fingers digging into his back.

“yeah? feels good, huh?” he murmured.

you nodded, unable to form words, too lost in the feeling of him pounding into you.

his gaze dropped to where you were connected, watching the way your body took him in, how soaked you were for him.

his hand slid down between your bodies. his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles that had you gasping. "look at you—so fucking wet for me. you gonna take it, yeah? let me make you feel real good?"

you whined, your thighs trembling. your head tipped back, your breath coming in short, desperate moans as the pleasure coiled tight inside your cunny, ready to snap.

katsuki loved the sight of you—lips parted, body flushed, completely at his mercy. he's mesmerized as he watches the way you dripped down his cock, the lewd squelching sounds making his cock twitch.

“gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he murmured, his voice low, coaxing.

you whimpered as you nodded frantically, your walls fluttering around him, and he cursed, his thrusts turning rough, desperate.

“do it,” he growled, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit. “cum for me.”

your whole body tensed before pleasure crashed over you, making you cry out his name as you came hard, your walls clenching around him, not willing to let go.

he groaned, burying his face against your neck as his rhythm stuttered, his breath ragged.

“fuck—gonna fill you up,” he growled, his grip on your hip tightening. “gonna fuckin' breed you-”

one more thrust, and his cock throbbing as he spilled inside you, his warmth flooding your womb as he groaned against your skin.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, your bodies pressed together, sticky with sweat.

katsuki didn’t move right away, just let himself sink into you, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder.

as the heat of the moment faded and your bodies remained tangled, katsuki let out a heavy sigh, pressing a lingering kiss to your damp skin.

his arms stayed wrapped around you, his hold a little firmer than usual—like he didn’t want to let go just yet. his forehead rested against yours, his breath still ragged as he came down from his high.

for a while, neither of you spoke. the only sound was the quiet hum of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chests as you lay together, sticky and spent.

then, katsuki finally moved, pulling out of you with a low groan. you whimpered at the loss, your body still twitching from the aftershocks, and his eyes softened as he looked down at you.

he runs a hand through his messy hair before cupping your cheek. his thumb brushed over your flushed skin, tracing slow, soothing circles. "you okay, sweets?"

you blinked up at him, still dazed, your limbs heavy. your body ached in the best way possible, but there was something different in his tone now—something gentle, something almost hesitant.

"yeah," you murmured, offering a small smile. "just… tired."

"no shit," katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. he shifted, his hand moving down your thigh, feeling the way you trembled from how hard he’d fucked you.

his jaw clenched, and he exhaled through his nose. "didn’t mean to wreck you."

you could hear the weight behind his words, the unspoken frustration from whatever had been bothering him before he’d taken it out on you. but you only reached up, cupping his face, your fingers tracing his sharp jaw. "i don’t mind. you needed it."

his eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, he just stared at you. then, with a quiet grunt, he shifted, sliding off the bed to grab a towel.

he cleaned you up carefully, his hands surprisingly gentle as he wiped away the mess he’d made, his touch lingering like he was trying to make up for how desperate he’d been earlier.

once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and pulled you against his chest, wrapping you up in his warmth. his fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, his breathing even now, steady.

after a few moments, he finally spoke. "thanks."

you blinked, tilting your head to look up at him. "for what?"

his crimson eyes softened, his grip tightening around you just slightly. "for lettin’ me use you like that. for not makin’ me talk about it. just lettin’ me feel it instead."

your heart clenched at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. katsuki wasn’t the type to talk about his stress, about how work ate at him, how the weight of his responsibilities sometimes became too much. but you knew. you always knew.

you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch lightly at his scalp the way you knew he liked.

"always," you whispered. "you don’t have to thank me, y'know."

his jaw clenched, like he wanted to argue, but instead, he just sighed, burying his face against your neck. his lips brushed over your skin, soft and lingering. "i know. just... i love you. so fuckin' much."

a small smile tugged at your lips as you held him closer, your fingers still stroking through his hair. "i love you too, katsuki."

he’d had a shit day, but right now, with you in his arms, he felt more at peace than he had in weeks.

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ epitome of me being horny once again🤕🤕 omg i hope im not getting sloppy. have more in my drafts n asks, js a slow week rn!! hope you guys enjoyed💜💜

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heyy hope you're well! i love your writing, if possible, could you write bakugou thanking his wife when he wins an award for his hero work? thank you x

The Real Reward

The bright stage lights glare down on Bakugou Katsuki as he stands behind the sleek black podium, a polished golden trophy in his calloused hands. The weight of the award is nothing compared to the battles he’s fought, the villains he’s taken down, or the lives he’s saved—but still, it feels heavy. Heavy with meaning, with gratitude, with everything he’s never been good at saying.

The crowd watches in hushed anticipation, thousands of eyes locked onto him. Cameras flash, recording this moment for history, for the next generation of heroes to look back on. And yet, none of that matters to him. Not the reporters, not the sponsors, not even the high-ranking heroes sitting in the front row. No, his crimson gaze seeks out only one person—his wife.

You’re standing off to the side, close enough to the stage that he can see you clearly, but far enough that you’re not in the limelight. But that’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it? You, supporting him from just beyond the glare, always within reach yet never demanding the spotlight for yourself. You who stayed up on sleepless nights, waiting for him to return. You who patched up his wounds when he was too stubborn to go to Recovery Girl. You who kissed the scars he earned from throwing himself between civilians and danger. You who, despite everything, never stopped believing in him.

Bakugou exhales sharply through his nose, gripping the trophy a little tighter. He’s never been good at this kind of shit—expressing what’s in his heart. But for you, he’d try. Always.

“Tch,” he huffs into the mic, making the audience chuckle lightly. “Dunno why I gotta say somethin’. I did what needed to be done, that’s all.”

Another wave of quiet laughter, but there’s nothing amusing about the way his expression softens when he finds your eyes again. He swallows thickly, his grip on the trophy loosening slightly. “But… this ain’t just my win.”

The room is silent now, hanging onto his words. Heroes give speeches all the time, but when it’s Ground Zero—explosive, rough-around-the-edges, no-nonsense Ground Zero—giving one, people listen.

“This job ain’t easy,” he continues, voice gruff but steady. “We don’t just fight villains—we fight exhaustion, self-doubt, the weight of every goddamn life that’s ever been put in our hands. It ain’t just the battles out there that wear us down—it’s the quiet moments, the aftermath. When the dust settles, and all that’s left is the question of whether we did enough.”

He lets the words hang in the air for a second before pressing on. “And through all that… there’s only one person who’s been there for every moment. One person who saw me at my lowest and never looked away. Who didn’t give up on me, even when I was too much of a stubborn bastard to let myself lean on ‘em.”

You press your fingers to your lips, trying to keep the emotion from spilling over. You knew he loved you—you never doubted that. But to hear it, to witness it, to feel it in the weight of his words, was something else entirely.

Bakugou clears his throat, looking away for a moment like he needs to gather himself. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, but no less firm. “To my wife,” he says, staring straight at you. “Thank you. For every damn thing.”

A murmur runs through the audience. Some people smile, some glance at you with admiration, and a few reporters scramble to jot down the rare sentimental words from the number one hero. But none of that matters to you. The only thing that matters is the way his eyes soften, the way his mouth quirks in the smallest, barely-there smirk meant just for you.

He lifts the trophy slightly. “This? This ain’t just mine. It’s yours, too. ‘Cause I wouldn’t be standin’ here without you.”

The applause is deafening. The roar of the crowd, the whistles, the cheers—they’re all for him, for the hero they adore. But the look in his eyes, the words left unspoken between you, tell you the truth:

His heart, his victory, his everything—

Those are for you.

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