#Barou x Y/n

[sphireath-wisp]

#One, Two, Three, Kiss!

Sypnosis: You get put on a kiss cam with another person while watching their game live. How do they react?

Part 1: Yoichi Isagi, Micheal Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo

Warnings: Jealousy, not proofread, the reader goes on the kiss cam with both girls and guys, short, cursing, a little suggestive depending on how dirty your mind is

Featuring: Shoei Barou (@randomnumber20, @ariachaos), Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshix GN! reader

Shoei Barou

You shifted closer to your armrest, away from the guy next to you to highlight your reluctance. It felt more than just sickening - the cheers from the audience to go through with it, the shockwaves sent through your body when you felt a hand caress your forearm. You wished it was anyone other than the guy in the kiss cam with you, his touch disgustingly gentle.

Your feeling didn't last long though as you noticed the guy's grip on you loosen significantly, his fingers trembling against your skin. It felt like there was a sudden chill all of sudden. He gulped, eyes locked onto whatever or whoever was behind you, towering over the both of you.

"Babe!" You cheer with a smile, your shoulders dropping and a sigh of relief escaping you. Barou's glare melted away at the sight of you, placing a reassuring pat on your shoulder - though, it didn't take a genius to sense the anger seething out of him. "I'll win the game for you later, go grab some snacks for yourself first, I'll pay."

You felt Barou place a cap on your head, pushing the peak of the cap down so you wouldn't be able to see the horrific scene in front of you. You could hear a yelp and, from the corner of your eye, you spotted blood. For a moment, you felt pity for the guy, but that quickly dissipated.

Ryusei Shidou

Being in a relationship with Shidou was like adopting a clingy, violent, rabid dog from the street. Did you love him? Absolutely, without a doubt. Did you question why you loved him every moment of the day? Hell fucking yeah. Every time he scored, he would stare in your direction and give you the biggest shit-eating grin ever. Having front-row seats only made it easier to hear him ramble and boast. Though, it did make you feel content to see him so motivated.

Oh boy, did that all change when the realization dawned on you - you were on a kiss cam with the person next to you. The gaudy effects and filters on the screen, the hearts littered across the panel of you and that poor person, you could feel a migraine kicking in as you imagined the scene Shidou would stir up.

A hand wrapped around your waist, yanking you away from the person. "Shidou, don't do anything stupid." You attempted to bring him back to his (nonexistent) senses, though it was in vain. He was already cracking his knuckles, a hand holding the collar of their shirt and his other hand balled into a fist.

Desperate times call for desperate measures - you try to reassure yourself as you pinch his earlobe and pull him close to you. You lower your voice to a whisper, a little flustered as you part your lips. "Score 10 more goals and win the match, then I'll spend the night with you."

Without a single atom of hesitation in his body, he let go of the person's collar - practically forgetting about their existence. Shidou's hands are on your waist, pressing kisses all over your face, his giggling paired with a dopey smile. "10 more goals and I'll have the best night of my life? You've got yourself a deal."

Sae Itoshi

This man is completely absorbed in his match, he couldn't care less or so he believed. However, that unpleasant, irked expression on his face when he saw you on the screen with another girl said otherwise. He could control himself, of course, hands tucked comfortably into his pocket to hide his clenched fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm, eyes lingering on the screen for a bit too long.

You make eye contact with the girl next to you and he notices it, his jaw clenching and his body tensing up. You talk to her for a moment shaking your head firmly right after. "I have a boyfriend."

His lips part and his shoulders drop, chin dipping down. The camera pans elsewhere and he scans the audience to find you, fishing his phone out from his pocket. You feel your phone buzz in your hand, instinctively checking it to see Sae message you.

"Don't scare me like that again."

He could see his favorite, oh-so-charming grin on your face, as you rested your chin on your palm. As your fingers gently tap against your phone screen, his gaze alternates between you and his phone screen. "Yessir <3"

He chuckles softly. "I'll treat you to something special after the game, be ready"

Rin Itoshi

He clicked his tongue when he saw you on the screen. Rin was already pissed with how the match was going, but seeing you on that idiotic kiss cam - not to mention, during the break from the match -only soured his rotten mood even more. His eyes narrow, the already secure grip he had on his phone hardening.

"Switch seats" You glanced at your phone, reading the message Rin sent. "Make sure that idiot doesn't try anything."

You smirk. The camera must have caught it because Rin immediately replied back, "What's with that smile?" Your hands lay on the armrests of your chair. Instead of moving like you were advised - no, instructed to, you melt deeper into the chair, really getting yourself comfortable.

"What are you trying?" He texts with one hand and the both of you hear the emcee announce that the game is starting where it originally left off.

You noticed his game has been a little off and while you weren't sure if it was nerves or the fact that you were watching, you wanted to provide your beloved boyfriend a boost of motivation. Crossing your legs, you text Rin after skimming through the messages he spammed you. "If you don't want this guy to try anything, you better wrap this match up quickly, good luck Rinrin <3"

Tucking your phone away, you stare as Rin dashes out first. He shoots you a glare paired with a smirk and an incredulous scoff. You check your phone for one last time to prepare yourself for an exhilarating match, humming to yourself as you notice a new message from Rin.

"You better keep your eyes on me, during the match and tonight as well"

[lonelystarrs]

The Pudding

Barou Shouei x FemReader (Ft Isagi Yoichi)

Barou was acting like you’d been winding him up to brat tame, however you’d been on your best behaviour since Isagi came to crash with you guys for awhile, who knew he’d be such a homewrecker and not even release it was his fault. That pudding Barou was obsessed with do be good though!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • DomBarou • smut • Barou being Barou. • dirty talk -filth • this do be spicy get your face fans out• 5 years after Blue Lock • Isagi temporary house mate causing arguments • crack • established relationship • the ending tho 💀 isagi you homewrecker.

Frantic, aggressive and a borderline bully -Barou Shouei was showing all these traits when he’d stomped his way over to you, red eyes glowing as his figured shadow drew closer.

Normally you’d do something to warrant this kind of a reaction from him, brat taming you was something he enjoyed and something you found amusing to draw out in him.

Today however? You hadn’t done anything, in fact since Isagi came to crash a couple of days ago with you both for a few weeks you’d been pretty good. Barou only allowed it because Isagi was easy to live with, he knew this from his days in blue lock, collecting laundry and at least trying to aid his level of OCD with cleaning. He was respectful and he, unknowingly to you or anyone else owed Isagi a favour.

Why? That secret would die with Barou -and with Isagi if he kept his word on not telling anyone. Barou had actually asked him to try find out your ring sizes, which he had successfully done -fuck knows how he pulled it off and fuck knows how Barou bit his pride to ask. He wanted someone outside to get the job done, he himself or his sisters would be way too obvious. Apparently he took you shopping with Bachira who you had a soft spot for, the guys eccentric personality made it easy to fall for, he made you try on a load of stacking rings and Isagi remembered the one for your ring finger, clever little shit Barou had to give him that.

“W-wait Barou, s-slow down-“

You tried to tighten your thighs together in an attempt to block him but he’d only pushed his weight by his hips further into you causing you to spread them.

Normally Barou would prep you, much needed considering how thick and long this guy was, he was built like a god head to toe and taking him was always a stretch.

You were actually a little worried at how fired up he was, but equally excited by his sudden attitude shift, he was fine this morning but he was borderline feral at the moment.

Barou snorted a laugh, red eyes looking up to you as he held himself over you. Hands planted by your sides as you gripped onto his forearms to brace yourself, his huge biceps bulging as he held his own weight above you. His shoulders looked fucking huge, pure muscle hovering over you as sweat dripped from his body from his wound up he was getting not even cooling down after he finished a work out. His cock rested hard on your stomach, leaking at the tip.

“Huh? Where’s that cocky attitude gone, girl?”

Eyes returning down he watch himself as he lifted his hips, flexing his thick, heavy cock to hit his stomach watching the pre cum link between him, before dropping it down to press the thick tip to your entrance. You clenched around nothing as he pressed against you, easing the head in.

His deep voice making bumps rise on your skin, there was nothing unmanly about this guy, he oozes testosterone and gruffness, but that voice? God it got you every time, especially when he was threatening you.

“I’ll warn you now-“ he glanced up at you, his gaze harsh as he kept eye contact “-I’d find something to hold onto if I were you. You’re getting devoured, teach you to stop pissing me off.”

You swallowed and he was drinking in how vulnerable you looked under him, eyes glazed and doe like, it sent his ego soaring. The growl that left his chest was feral, eyes flashing as he tried to control himself from pushing himself in with one thrust.

Barou was mean, but not a complete sadist.

You moved a hand to press against the headboard behind you, the other remaining on his forearm.

He felt the tight ring of your cunt protest as he pushed the head in, you were so tight he couldn’t pull the head back as it gripped onto him and it was game over for you when he felt it sucking his cock in.

He pushed through to the hilt, bullying this thick cock through your velvety walls as they gripped him, milking any precum he had crawling up his dick.

“Fucking hell s’fucking warm, how you stay this tight huh? This cock not fucked you enough times?” he breathed out, not once dropping that gruffness his voice carried. He pressed his forehead against yours looking down at his cock buried in you. Barou was big, he had the length and the thickness but this man knew how to roll his cock into you.

“B-Barou s’too much please just -“

“Tch, thought you knew what you were in for? Acting cocky and now whinin’ cause you can’t take me? Suck it up princess, wanna help yourself? Reach down and play with your clit as I fuck you, it’s the only mercy you’re getting.”

You whimpered under him, your hips twitching to try angle yourself better as your pussy clenched around him.

Despite years of being together he was still a stretch to take especially when he’d been away for a few weeks for soccer and you’d not had him. This time, it was because he’d remained rather tame while Isagi was crashing at your place whilst he moved into his new one.

You had no idea why Barou was so pissed off, he only got like this when you’d been teasing him or winding him up until he entered his brat taming mode.

This time though -you hadn’t.

You pussy was soaking, drooling to your ass and over his cock and balls, he tilted his hips so the hilt of his dick rubbed your clit and you threw your head back with an unholy moan.

He withdrew slowly, a deep groan leaving him as he watched his thick dick slide from you covered in slick.

“You’re a mess, acting like you can’t handle it but she’s drooling for me-“ he thrust sharply, hitting that spot in you that made your breath hitch, your mouth fell open as you looked down in slight worry, your hand on his forearm quickly pressed against his six pack.

“Found it already huh? Tch, too easy thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

He rolled his hips beautifully into you, setting a pace that was borderline cruel -hard but not quiet fast enough to build your orgasm as quick as you’d want it.

Barou watched your tits bounce with each thrust into your pussy, hugging him begging it to fill you with his cum, but he wasn’t done yet.

Your vision blurred as he shifted you, only to focus again as he looked down on you folded beneath him. He had hooked both arms under your knees to push you upwards under him, folding you in half as his hands grip the head board behind you to stabilise himself.

Your eyes widened at what he was about to do, tears gathering in your eyes as he moulded you into his own version of a mating press. Mounting you like some animal as he stared down at his prey.

“You’re fucked now, woman.”

His first thrust hit so deep you almost seen stars, head kissing your cervix as he pushed to the hilt whilst rotating his hips in circles.

“Your safe word, you got it?” You nodded dumbly and he pressed a kiss to your leg, a fleeting moment of showing his softness before his annoyance for whatever triggered this took him over again.

Your hand moved to press a finger to your clit and Barou’s eyes followed to watch you rub circles into it, matching his pace to each round.

He was impossibly deep even he could feel resistance to how deeply he’d managed to bury himself into you -actual pride swelling in his chest at you being such a champ and taking him like this. Your clit was hard and burning under the pad of your finger as you eased towards cumming for him. Each squelch of his cock bullying into you, each slap of his skin as his balls hit your ass every moan that left your throat as you begged and spurred him.

Slurring words of adoration for him as he drank everything you gave him, his ego soaring with his heart as he started to rut into you violently. Knuckles turning white as his gripped the head board, sweat dripping from him onto you under him as he pushed himself physically.

“Fuck,” a frustrated growl left him, “-fuck you’re too fucking good.” His words through grunts as he kept up a feral pace. “-you’re fucking made for me.”

“Y-yes!”

“Yeah? You made for this king? Made to take this dick?”

“M-made for you- Ngh-Barou I’m gonna- hah- please I’m cumming, Barou- y-yes there, please-“

“Yeah? Keep fucking begging n slurring all dumb like that, makes me wanna devour you.”

He felt you start to roll your hips under him, your spare hand blinded reaching for his on the head board, finding it you gripped it, fingers laying over his. The finger on your clit started stuttering, picking up a fast messy pace.

“Cummin’ f’you- Bar-King, fuckfuckfuck!”

He smugly watched you lose it under him, body tightening and your toes curling, feeling your pussy clamp around him made him buckle slightly, edging him towards his own release. He didn’t ease you down, instead Barou shifted another gear as his pace turned fast and hard.

“S’Kings gonna fill that pretty cunt up-“

He flipped his hand, twisting it to lace his fingers through yours and planting beside your head, letting one of your legs lower. Barou pressed his lips to your leg still held up by his other, placing wet kisses between bites, panting through his nose as he groan into your skin holding between his teeth.

His thrusts turned sloppy but kept their hardness fucking into you like an alpha fucking his mate through a rut.

“Take it all -fuuuuuck!”

He hunched over you pressing his hips to yours as he spilled into you, cock flexing inside you as he moaned into your leg, red eyes half hooded and glazed. His hips twitched against you as you clenched around him, stomach muscles flexing in little spasms as he came hard emptying into you.

The room was filled with both your panting, coming down from your highs and Barou released you, sitting back onto his folded legs spread. You whimpered as his cock pulled from you now half hard as he softened. Your legs bent up and still spread, shaking as you felt the tremors start to inch up your body. Hands shaking you sat up onto your elbows, Barou was still breathing heavy, red eyes fixed on your swollen pussy starting to leak out his cum and he groaned again. It was the only kind of mess he deemed somewhat acceptable. Running a hand through his hair you could see him shaking lightly, a smug smirk made it’s way to your face.

“The fuck is with that smug smile? Knock it off,”

“You’re shaking.”

“I fucking wouldn’t be if you hadn’t ate the last pudding!”

“What?” You deadpanned at him, “-I didn’t.”

“Don’t bullshit me, I didn’t eat it and it was there this morning.”

“-wait, Barou did you just fuck me like that cause you thought I ate your last pudding?!”

“Hardly the first time, you act like a brat to get fucked like one. Got what you wanted now go out and replace it!”

“I can’t fucking walk! You literally just beat my pussy up!”

“Yeah? I’ll do it again until you stop stealing my shit!”

“I didn’t eat it Barou!”

Meanwhile Isagi sat in the spare room listening to you both from across the hall. -completely forgotten about that he was currently residing with you guys and was actually in the building.

An impressively raging hard on at the inspirational rough sex he’d just heard whilst looking down at his hands, one with a spoon and the other holding an empty container for pudding. He’d been eating it whilst you guys fucked like animals in your bedroom. Like popcorn at a cinema.

Man, Barou really liked his damn pudding, Isagi didn’t think he’d heard him that angry since he called the king a donkey back in Blue Lock 5 years ago.

He shrugged and cleaned the spoon off, ah well Barou didn’t know it was actually him who’d stolen the last pudding, ‘sides it was worth it listening to that.

© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

[writer-kermit]

“Thank you for the meal.”

❥ PAIRING: BAROU SHOUEI x GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT & FLUFF

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.04k

ঞ SUMMARY: After a small argument about food. You decide to give Barou the cold shoulder. That didn't work out well for you (or maybe it did?).

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: Wow. Um 😀 - Sorry for being dead for like a few months now. Here's this fic to cheer y'all up. If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Overstimulation, Orgasms, Slight Degradation MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

“Oi,” Barou Shoei called out to you. “Mind telling me why there’s no good food in this house?” “What do you mean?” You asked, “There are leftovers and reheated meals I saved just for you.” “Those so–called leftovers have been in the fridge for three days,” Barou scoffed. “You think I'm gonna eat something like that?” “Well, if you weren’t so high maintenance and picky, then there wouldn’t be so many leftovers.” You explained.

“Whatever, I’ll just order takeout.” Barou took his phone from his pocket and secretly dialed your favorite burger place. “Shoei! What the hell do you-” Barou interrupted you by placing his hand in front of you. As he was busy on the phone, you threw a roll of paper towel at him. Unfortunately, he caught the roll with ease and placed it on the dining table. Defeated, you stormed to the master bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

A few minutes later, you heard the door click open. “Enjoyed your little tantrum?” Barou asked you. You responded with a faint grunt. He chuckled warmly at your little fit. “What? You still mad at me or something?” God, you couldn’t tell if he was joking or oblivious. Either way, you kept your ground and ignored him. Barou shrugged off your behavior and went to the bathroom. Good, that meant you have more time to yourself. You got out your phone and scrolled through your social media.

You heard the door open once again. Your eyes peered at Barou, drying out his hair with a towel and wearing nothing but sweatpants. Despite your craving for him, you continued to resist him. You felt the bed creak as Barou lay next to you. “What are you watching?” He whispered in your ear. That was your queue to get up and leave. But before you could get up, Barou pulled you into a close embrace. “Leaving so soon? Why is that?”

“What I'm watching is none of your concern.” You spoke. “Now, let go of me. I want to go to the living room.”

“And what if I don’t?”

You didn’t respond, but Barou still let you go. “Are you still upset with me?” He asked you. “What do you think?! Every time something doesn’t go your way, you act like a brat! You're just so spoiled!” Barou cocked an eyebrow at your frustration. “Really? Cause I wasn’t the one who threw a roll of paper towel at my boyfriend and threw a hissy fit.”

“Sho, that’s not the point!” You yelled at him. “You know, it couldn’t hurt for you to be more surface level.” Barou stayed quiet, but soon shrugged and embraced you lazily. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry. Happy now?” He murmured. “Augh! Absolutely not!” You puffed. “That was an awful apology!” “Huh? Then what’s the fucking point of apologizing if you’re still mad at me?” “That’s not my problem.”

Silence waved across the room once again. Barou then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You know,” he started, “I'm getting sick of this attitude you’re giving me.” “Oh yeah? I wonder whose fault is that?” You said, still provoking your lover. “Hmm, I wonder.” Barou rested his chin against your shoulder. “Something tells me you’re acting like this on purpose.”

“Whatever do you mean, king?” You spat. “Still giving me attitude?” Barou growled. You kept quiet and smirked at him. “That’s fine, I'll get rid of it one way or another.” He then forced you into a rough kiss, leaving you surprised. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt Barou’s growls and hum vibrate inside your mouth. Your breath hitched as Barou’s hands went under your shirt. His bristled fingers caressing your horribly sensitive skin. Barou watched you with amusement as you tried to find your breath.

“What a cute face you have sweetheart,” he cooed. “Want to give me more of that?” “Haah... Y-you wish...!” You hushed out. “Mm? We’ll see about that.” Barou plopped you onto the bed and lifted your shirt, revealing your chest. His tongue laved around your nipples, occasionally sucking and grazing them with his teeth. You bit your lip hard as you tried to resist Barou’s addictive lust. Barou quickly noticed and smiled impishly.

“The more you try to hide, the more I want to devour you...” He sang in your ear.

And he kept his word. He took his time making sure every patch of your skin was left untouched. His lips traveled down to your stomach, stopping briefly to lick your navel.

“Shou...” You whimpered, pressing your legs together. Barou chuckled darkly as he gazed at your state, he leaned forward and kissed your swollen lips.

“God you’re so fucking adorable.” He grunted. “Do you have any clue of how much I want to fuck you right now?” He kissed you again, only this time, the both of you became more sex–derived. You became more touch starved as your sex began to ache, waiting to be touched. You hate to admit it, but only Barou can tend to your ache. You guided his arm to your lower stomach, his fingers barely touching your clothed sex.

“Oh?” Barou hummed, “Want me to touch you here?” His fingers slowly teased around your sex, causing you to jolt and arch your back. “Sh-Sho! Sho p-please...” You whined, stretching your arms out to Barou’s. “Hm? What is it baby? You can use your words, right?” “Please Shou... Please don’t stop...” Barou only smirks as he slid his hands down your clothes, his calloused and devious fingers rubbing against your sex.

You threw your head back as you moaned out Barou’s name. “That’s it baby... Say my name. Say it...” Barou rasped. “Ahhn.. Oh my god.. Cumming... I’m cumming...!” You shrilled loudly as you came inside Barou’s fingers. You couldn’t help but sob silently from embarrassment. “There it is,” Barou cooed, hugging you tightly. “There’s my adorable baby...” He peppered tiny kisses across your face to soothe you.

“If it makes you feel better, I ordered food for you too.” Your eyes lit up at his response. “Actually?” You hiccupped. “You think I let you starve?” Barou laughed. You planned to respond, but instead, you sighed.

“Thank you for the meal, Shoei.” You smiled.

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Shoei

a.n. Yes, I’m obsessed with barou n yes ofc I had tu write him a birthday piece. It’s funny bc I always seem to get bursts of creativity whenever it’s my favs bdays. They just— deserve to be celebrated yknow? Anyway, this is self indulgent, enjoy <3 Reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

W. Somnophilia, sloppy head, spit, gagging, female pet names, barou n his big phat cock <33

Barou was a heavy sleeper. Once he found himself comfortable in clean sheets, feeling you curled up into his side, not much could wake him up from slumber.

This morning was no different; sleep was heavy in his head, yet consciousness was coming to him slowly and groggily. His body seemed to be awake before his brain, because his hips were twitching, muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening up, flexing under soft sheets.

Your palm was the next thing he felt. He’d recognize your touch anywhere, even in this half-awake state of his. Small and delicate fingers smoothed over his hip bone, traced his adonis belt before travelling down, down…

“Fuck–” The groan bubbled free from this throat, low and raspy and still full of sleep. Your hand had cupped his balls, massaged them and circled them in the base of your palm as if you were luring him from sleep. Now that he was becoming more coherent he could feel your sweet, warm pants against the vein that ran up the underside of his cock, the air conditioning hit his already wet and very swollen cockhead.

“Mornin, King.” You murmur, voice still sounding a bit far away to his ears. Shoei wasn’t sure now if it was because he wasn’t entirely out of dreamland, or because you wrapped your lips around him again, suckling on his tip like a pacifier.

“God fuckin’ damn–” His head tilts back into the plushness of his pillows, black hair fanning out around him as his Adam’s apple bobs with the force of his low, baritone moan. His muscles loosen enough for him to finally lift his head, hair momentarily in his eyes which were still slit with sleep.

He’s met with your beautifully flushed face, plump lips wrapped over his cock, palm fisting at his base to keep his heavy cock upright. Your chin was shiny with spit, knelt between his flexed thighs, ass swaying a bit as you pulled off him with a wet pop.

Shoei could have sworn he saw little hearts in your gaze as you pressed your cheek against his cock, and nuzzled the hard flesh while pumping him slowly.

He had them too, those heart eyes, though he’d never admit it.

“Mornin, Princess.” He sighs, lifting a palm to rake it through your hair. He cups the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing up against the soft spot behind the back of your ear. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, a little hum leaving your lips as you left open-mouthed, sloppy kisses along his shaft. In each one he felt the warmth of your tongue, felt dribbles of drool pool at his balls, and it only made his cock ache further, twitching and quivering under your touches.

It was times like this Barou did not mind a mess.

“Happy–” You let your tongue run through his slit, refusing to let his bead of pre-cum roll down his length. “Birthday.” You finished softly, batting your lashes at him. “Happy Birthday, Shoei.”

He huffs fondly, palm tightening on your nape only to guide your mouth back to his tip. You open up without any fuss, sinking on his cock until your cheeks feel puffed. Until he sits snuggly in your throat and leaves it bulged out. Until your nose is nestled up in his well-trimmed and manicured pubic hair.

You sputter a bit, gag even and choke just a little. And yet you stay right there, mouth full and eyes watery. He continues rubbing that gentle flesh behind your ear, his elbow now wedged behind him and keeping his upper half upright.

“Thanks, little love.” His voice is still deep, and low, although sleep has fully faded away now. When he feels your fingers start to twitch on his balls his index finger taps at your jaw, your cue that you’re allowed to finally raise your head.

Drool connects your swollen lower lip to his dick in strings, some of them snapping back and sticking to your already messy chin. You suck in a few quick breaths, your sweet little hand massaging your saliva into his shaft and Barou expects to exchange a few words with you before you get back to it. He was ready to tease you about how long you had been sucking him off in his sleep, or if this might have been a birthday present.

But Shoei didn’t get the chance. Your mouth was back on him, lips pushed out on either side of him to suckle his tip comfortably. Your eyes are wide and watery, looking at him all doe-like, soft and gooey. This time, he chuckles, his hand finally moving from your nape to pet at your hair and make your lashes flutter. Your cute whines vibrate all the way through his cock, waves of pleasure making him swallow hard, roll his hips just a bit so his cock could feel every corner and creves of that mouth he loves so much.

“Eager little thing…” He simply murmurs, allowing you to continue to bob your head shallowly, suck and slurp at his dick like it was your favourite thing. “Gunna make me cum for my birthday, are you?”

You nod, because there was no way you were disconnecting from his lenght again. Not when he started leaking more pre against your tongue, and defiently not when you started to feel his balls twitching for release in your hand. Instead, your words are grabbled around his girth, a semblences of words that make Shoei smirk.

“Mhm, first present of the day.” <3

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[annzera]

Barou: NOBODY DOES ANYTHING IN THIS DORM! *kicks bed* AND I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT! *flips a chair* YOU ALL NEED TO LEARN TO GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP AND HELP OUT AROUND HERE! *throws tv*

Y/N: I'll help—

Barou: No, not you my queen/king you're okay go take your nap.

[taylorswiftbutsimp]

⋆·˚ ༘ * ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ!

~Requested

~Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Barou Shoei, and Nagi Seishiro

~Genre: Fluff

~TW: Pro players/aged up

↦ Isagi Yoichi

When your fiance returned from practice, you were watching your favorite movie with your favorite actor in the cast while seated on the couch of your shared apartment. Normally, when you heard the door click, you would go to Yoichi.

Today was stressful for Yoichi. He got cramps during practice and was forced to sit down, but don't worry—he still wants lots of kisses from you when you ask about his day. But he felt a little heartbreak as he opened the door and there were no signs of you.

When he immediately noticed your shoes, he knew you were at home since your coat was hanging on the coat rack. He felt relieved and chose to speak, saying, "Honey, I'm home."

He approached the living room and spotted you lying on the couch with a snack at your side and a thin blanket covering your body. He kissed the top of your cheekbone and murmured, "Hey baby, I miss you so much." You didn't even kiss him or say anything; all you did was hum. Has he committed a sin? He then followed your eye vision and looked at the show playing on the television.

You were watching a movie with your favorite actor as a cast member; no wonder you have those hearty eyes. You grinned as your favorite scene in the movie was about to play next to the show, then paused, which caused you a frown, and looked at Yoichi. "Hey, why did you do that?" "You said you were trying to reach the remote on his hand."

"Why them? Is your soon-to-be husband not enough? I also want attention too," he said, pouting and laying the remote down on the couch. "Oh, come here yo baby, m'sorry," you said, standing up and hugging Yoichi and pecking his lips. "How about you tell me about your day, baby, hm? ''

⭒Barou Shoei

Your husband was always a tough cookie to break, but he willingly lets all that ego down when he's with you. Of course, right now you have your priorities.

You're reading another book from the same series that Shoei bought you. It's quiet at your shared home; the last time you checked, your husband watched a football game. Right now, there's not a single sound echoing in the living room. You assumed he was taking a nap.

a few days ago shoei insisted on spoiling you once again you happily agreed because in your defense when a man insists on spoiling you never turn it down

he asked where would you want to go next after your lunch date ''Oh! shoei can we go to the bookstore next?''

a few days later passed

He might regret buying you more books because right now you've been stuck reading for days. Hell, you've been lacking sleep too, which made him concerned and put an end to this.

He needs you, but he won't admit it yet.

What even got you interested in a nonexistent person in the first place? It was just words on paper. When he's the king and can give you anything, this nonsense has to stop before he loses his remaining patience with you. "Woman, it's been days. Are you not going to spend time with your actual husband?'' he said with a hint of sarcasm while leaning at the door frame with a raised brow.

You fixed your attention on him, your book still remaining in your hand. You tilted your head and locked your eyes with him. Oh boy, he looked amazing, his biceps showing off like that as he leaned. You bit your lips and looked at him, love-struck like a teenage girl with a silly crush.

You placed your book down on the coffee table and stood up, eyeing your husband up and down. You proceeded to get close to him. "Now that you complained, I do think I need to spend some time with my husband," you whispered, eyes locking on him, your hands caressing his biceps as you tiptoed kissing him.

"I can treat you better, woman," Barou said, placing his hands on your waist and lifting you up before going to your shared bedroom.

ੈ✩ Nagi Seishiro

Your boyfriend Seishiro was always spoiled with your love and affection. He likes simple touches that make him want more of you, but of course, every time you two went out, he made sure to pay for your endless appreciation by buying you stuffed animals that you like.

In the first few months into the relationship you told Seishiro you like collecting stuffed animals whether it's small or in a keychain like how he told you he has a 'pet cactus' name Choki so every time he away with you

He made sure to buy you a stuffed animal as a souvenir for you. Besides, it's never a hassle if he has to do things for you or with you.

He never thought he would be annoyed by them. Why do you even bring them around the house, even if you're doing small tasks, like when the two of you are watching a movie and the stuffed panda he got from you at the arcade is always by your side?

It bothers him. Why can't you hug him like you hug the stuffed panda?

"Do you really have to bring that to our bed? It's a bother," he said, pouting while turning away. "Hey, it's not a bother; you're the one who got this for me, and it's cute."

"I know, but it's been two days since I've been home, and all I see is that panda everywhere; it's not even warm. I'm warm. Why can't you hug me like that thing?" your pouty boyfriend said while pointing at the panda.

"Oh, come here, don't feel neglected by this panda; besides, it reminds me of you," you say as you put the panda away so you can properly give the love that your silly boyfriend has been wanting since he got home.

You lay down on the bed while putting the duvet on the two of you getting ready for the afternoon nap as you cuddled your boyfriend. "Is that better? You asked, and you only got a low hum in response.

©taylorswiftbutsimp

[noirflms]

BRAIDING HIS HAIR + barou shouei

—- main m.list !

“ what are you doing? ”

your fingers are already pulling onto barou’s hair , his hair if not gelled up , are long when let down. the onyx tresses are caught by you , the smooth and silky texture of the hair makes you want to question him about all the products he uses but you know of the 3-in-one shampoo that sits in the bathroom shelf.

“ braiding you hair , duh. ” you say in a matter of fact voice , eyes trained onto his hair that you try braiding.

“ what- even!? ” he almost shouts , trying to turn his head to face you , but you smack his head , and he sits like a quiet kid in front of you , but the veins are starting to protrude from his forehead. he isn’t angry , no he isn’t , he is just annoyed how you take him to be nothing , it feels if he is not the man of the relationship.

“ quiet , and sit still love. ”

and he accepts defeat , the king is nothing in front of his queen , she is the one who commands and the king diligently follows , there is nothing he could do when ordered by the one he has come to undoubtedly fear. barou feels your fingers brush through his hair , massaging the scalp every now and then. he hears you humming , a tune he is familiar with , one that puts him to ease.

the softness of his hair makes it easier to work with , you find pride in being able to handle his hair — after all , you love his hair.

his back is pressed against the sofa , the television is playing something , but the sounds are turning muffled , he only hears you humming , the way the couch creaks when you shift your weight and angle yourself to get hold of his silky hair. this is home , he is reminded , this is his sanctum of comfort.

he doesn’t like people meddling with his things , nor does he like people touching his hair but you are not people , you are his queen , his one and only. he likes the way your hands always have a way to creep into his hair , pulling and tugging the strands whenever you get your hands on him , he doesn’t push you away , he likes it , he likes you.

he sits quiet , letting you braid his hair , he feels the way his hair is being braided , the pulling and tightening of every strand of his hair , but it is not harsh , it does not pain.

“ and done! ” you cheer , your voice a melody so sweet , the pink band in his black hair looks good you think , a few tresses frame his face and he looks good with his hair braided you think. soon you are pulling your phone out , clicking pictures of your masterpiece and you hear barou chuckle , he smiles so less that hearing him chuckle made your heart skip beats.

“ does it look good , sweetcheek? ” his voice is velvety , it sends shivers down your spine , the side of his face is visible and you know he’s looking , a smug smile on his face and you are quick to pounce on your lover , your hands wrapping around his neck as he falls back onto the carpeted floor of the apartment. his chest rumbles with laughter , it feels so new to him , that he’s laughing , all he remembers is scowling until he met you.

his hands find home around your waist , the hold tightens as he sighs , inhaling the scent of your shampoo — unlike his 3-in-one — and placing a kiss upon the crown of your head as you hummed feeling the touch. your sparkly eyes stare into his and he is sure that he sees stars glimmering within your eyes , and you have his heart racing.

“ you should let me braid your hair more often. ” you mutter , fingers touching and combing his hair , and he watches your face that is focused upon his hair , on the tresses that frame his face and the braid that sits on his shoulder falling on the side. he was certain back then about you , sure you were the one but now , he was sure that you were really the one.

“ if it is you , I’d let you do this everyday. ”

and you find his lips against yours , and your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him close and god , he wishes that you never know if the affect you have on him.

the need to braid his hair is high!!

NOIRFLMS 2023 ! all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime. reblogs are very much appreciated.

[herdecisions]

If supposed to be ugly like this expression

Why so pretty?

[kentofication]

% — shoei barou & nerd!fem!reader ] — 1.9k

❝ minor sexual content # fluff # acquaintances to lovers (i dont know) # love confession # minor exhibition ❞

it was desolate and quiet in the back corner of the library. fortunately, there was an empty table meant to hold four people at once—more than four if people were smart enough to bring up extra chairs. mercifully, the library was almost empty, other than the few college students that went there to study for their future tests and exams. they were all scattered around the library, making them hard to find. 

they camouflaged in with the various books located on the bookshelves, burying themselves in various titles in order to find the right one to study from. unbeknownst to you, you unfortunately stood out to someone. someone in particular you must say. someone known across the campus for their rude awakening whenever he walks inside of a room. 

you peer up from your book in order to confirm who you suspected to be in the library. you confirmed your suspicion by looking at that spiky hair and that distinct ‘x’ mark on the side of his head, specifically carved on the side of his hair. 

you distracted yourself by finishing up the chapter of the book you were reading. to much dismay, the strong aura kept increasing as you heard footsteps gradually increase towards you. you peer up from your book one more time just to meet the beady vermillion eyes of your worst enemy, shoei barou. 

of course, you had nothing against the man—not anything that would call him an actual enemy towards you. many people had many grudges against him—especially on the soccer field—for various reasons, but nonetheless, you had nothing against the man. 

you tried to distract yourself from his gaze by looking at your book again, but it was just too hard to break away from the pull he has on you—just by looking at you too. 

“y/n? that’s it right?” he questioned in a low baritone voice, almost shaking the floor. you slowly started to slide the customized bookmark between your book as you closed it, finally submitting to his gaze. his eyes didn’t look like they held hostility towards you, that was great to say the least. 

you nodded as you slid your book to the side where all your other belongings were, slightly adjusting your glasses that were sitting on the bridge of your nose undisturbed. the tall, muscular man hummed as he grabbed something out of the bag he was holding. you didn’t realize he was holding something until you heard something rustling underneath you. as he successfully retrieved the item he was digging for, he handed it to you. it looked hot, steaming almost, ready for it to be devoured. 

“for you . . . from me.” he said, clearing his throat as he bunched up the bag in his dominant hand. you nodded as you slowly started to open up the packaging. you could smell all of your favorite ingredients infecting your senses all together, hitting you hard like a truck. it was to the point where you weren’t even focusing on the scenery, you were just admiring the glistening condensation and the slight steam that escaped the container when the lid was taken off. 

you were taken aback by something. this was better than takeout meals, nevertheless restaurant meals. you took a quick glance at barou as he returned the favor. it was almost like he wanted you to dig into the meal already and give an opinion about it. 

“b-barou, you did say this was for me . . . from you?” you were afraid that you would have yourself corrected by him. you’ve heard about how long barou’s lectures were when someone left a jersey in the locker room or when someone left a mess in the cafeteria. you didn’t want to end up like those victims of no other than shoei barou’s lectures. all of those thoughts faded when the man who stood in front of you answered with a simple “yes.”

a slight blush started to cover his cheeks as he covered them up with his dominant hand—parts of the bag he was holding brushed against the corner of his lip. “a little birdie told me that you enjoyed that type of food. so, i decided to make a little treat for you.” you too started to feel heated up, especially in the face. you averted your eye contact from barou as you looked at the meal that was sitting in front of you. 

“i wasted the precious minutes of my time just to make you a meal that you could enjoy,” he began. “i know how hard it is having to live off of takeout and not having the skill to cook a meal at your precious home.” your nose started to flare because of the embarrassment of two things: first barou calling out your inability to cook a proper meal, second barou’s voice being so damn loud that you felt the whole library looking at you. 

“b-barou, please tone it down. some people are trying to study, you know?” you said, trying to come up with an excuse to keep barou’s voice down so you both wouldn’t get kicked out of the library for noise violation. you heard him mumble a small “sorry” under his breath, as he puffed hot air out his nose. “can you just please take a bite so i know how it tastes.” 

you have never heard barou say kind words like “please” and “sorry” before—even though sorry wasn’t a kind word, you had to take it into consideration for barou for being so pacifist—in a short duration before. 

you unwrapped the spoon and fork that was wrapped together in a small cloth and began to dig in. the food didn’t even settle on the taste buds of your tongue before you were overwhelmed by the sensation of this sweetness mixed with a tad bit of sourness. you decided to add some rice to the mix and it tasted even better. 

you could feel barou looking at you with no hostility or pacifism in mind. he was just looking at you, admiring his own homemade cooking. barou was lost in thought. the little expression that you made when you truly enjoyed something was imprinted in his mind forever. 

barou never told you this before, but he finds you the least annoying person on the planet. even though you two don’t hang out a lot, he just has this admiration for you. with you focusing on your schoolwork and working at a successful job, he wishes that he could be a part of that life also. 

“barou,” you said, snapping him out of his trance. “this tastes really good. thank you so much!” you unconsciously hugged him. you didn’t even know what happened, it was on instinct somehow. barou was stiff, he literally couldn’t move a muscle as he embraced your warmth for a brief moment before he felt it drift away. 

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you covered your face in embarrassment. “m’sorry, barou. i-i don’t know what came over me . . .” barou wasn’t listening to the words that you uttered, or the apology that you quickly said, fumbling over your words. barou didn’t even realize that he was centimeters away from physical contact with you. barou didn’t even realize the intense heat that flooded up to his cheeks and down to his awakening member. barou didn’t even realize the intense desire to mold his lips into yours. the only thing barou realized is that the deed was already done. 

barou slipped his tongue inside of your mouth to explore the wet cavern as he grabbed the fat of your ass, massaging it in his hand. he relished the feeling of your clothed flesh on his exposed one, slowly inching towards you as his chest pressed your own. before you knew it, your back was pressed against a wooden table as barou continued his assault on your lips.

he soon departed as a trail of saliva was left in his path from your sloppy brief makeout session. “w-wait, barou . . .” you mumbled, attempting to push him off. you weren’t the type of girl to get yourself caught doing inappropriate things, especially in a public space. “barou!” you said, pulling his ear. “god dammit woman!” barou said as he let the force of your pull bring him towards you. “we’re in a library for heavens sake! have some couth!” 

barou grumbled under his breath as he helped you back onto your feet, as if you weren’t dripping down your thighs right now. he quickly planted a kiss on your cheek as he rubbed your back in circling motions. 

“w-what was all that for?” you whispered, looking at barou’s red eyes, seemingly dilated because of the lust he just experienced mere moments ago. as you both walked towards the library exit—barou holding your belongings in his left hand and holding your hand in his right—the library owner told you both farewell as the bell started to chime, signaling either entry or exit. 

you were still awaiting on barou’s answer to the question you asked earlier, but he had seem to forget all about it. all of a sudden, your phone buzzed as you looked at the notification you got. it was a message from the renovators that had renovated your apartment’s bathroom. 

“w-well, it seems like my bathroom got renovated,” you said, letting go of barou’s hand. “i guess it’s time for me to go home.” 

barou quickly grabbed your hand. you were shocked by the sudden ministrations, the sudden action he had performed right now. he quickly let it go. “i’m sorry.” barou rubbed the back of his neck as he said, “can i at least walk you home? it’s about to get dark.” you nodded as you grabbed his hand again, walking towards your street where your apartment resided. 

“you know it was because i love you.” he said, unexpectedly. you had no idea what barou was talking about, all you heard was the word “love” and your mind went haywire. 

“w-why, huh?” you were confused, lost in thought. even though barou despised many people, you seemed to be on his clear list—probably the only one on his clear list besides his family members. 

“i love you.” he said, kissing your lips again, embracing the warmth that your lips give him. he said it a million times over, making sure that you heard those three words that he said. you were listening, oh you bet your heart out you were listening. you too felt the same emotions for him, you just didn’t know a way of approaching him to tell him about that.

before you knew it, you were in front of your apartment door, bidding farewell to barou for the night. he gave you one last kiss before you disappeared into the shadows of your apartment. before you could close and lock your door, he stuck his foot between the door, leaving some space between the inside and outside of the home. 

“hey . . . before you go . . . would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” you were stunned at his words, but your heart started to flutter because of those words. “o-of course, j-just text me the location and time, okay?” barou already knew he had your contact information because of isagi, so he personally didn’t have to ask you for your number. your apartment door closed before barou was shut out of your private life: the life behind your apartment door. 

barou knew the three words he said today were genuine. he knows everything he said in your lifetime was genuine. barou felt a weight lift off of his chest when he confessed his love for you. but another weight filled his chest, especially his heart. 

the weight he carried wasn’t a burden or anything, the weight he carried was his extreme love for you. barou loved you. he doesn’t know how to express his love more than those simple three words.

“i love you.”

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

[certified-boyliker]

Got It

Actor: Barou Shoei

MPAA: PG-13 (GN!Reader, suggestive)

Barou picked up his water bottle and began drinking when he heard his phone buzz.

"Hm? The hell?"

He picked his phone up, and checked his text messages. He saw that a message and photo came from you.

"I remember reading somewhere that athletes like their partners wearing their jerseys. Something about turning them on, no?"

He opened the photo and saw you had taken a picture in the mirror of yourself wearing Barou's jersey. He gritted his teeth and glared down at his phone.

What. The. Fuck.

When did he say that you could take and wear his jersey whenever you wanted? Never, that's when. He sighed angrily and typed back to you:

"Take that off by the time I get home, got it?"

He dropped his phone into his bag and went back to practice.

---

When he arrived home, he set his bag down in the place he designated ifor it and made his way to the bathroom, hoping to shower quickly. When he reached the bedroom, he found himself enraged at what he found on the bed.

"I told you to take it off."

You were lying upside down on the bed, scrolling on your phone. Still wearing Barou's jersey.

"My phone died."

"Bullshit."

"Also, I took a shower."

"Doesn't matter. Take it off. Now."

You rolled over and sat on your knees. "I don't know you wanted me that badly."

Barou scoffed and turned away from you. "Still too wound up from practice, I don't want you-"

He turned to you and his face went slightly pink. You were naked, holding his jersey out to him.

"Why the hell are you naked?!"

"I remember reading somewhere that athletes get turned on by their partners wearing nothing but their jerseys. That's supposed to help with them usually being pent up, due to an overflow of testosterone, especially after a practice or match-"

"I don't give a shit- put on some clothes, goddammit!"

"Was my seduction tactic a bust?"

"Considering you said it in a completely monotone voice, and I am not more turned on than before I walked in, yes."

"Damn."

He watched you slide off the before before rolling his eyes and making his way to the bathroom. He took his shower, and as he scrubbed his back, he thought why you decided to do... that. Maybe you were pent up, or you just thought he was gone for too long.

As he toweled off, he sighed. Relationships were hard. Harder than trying to get past a defender or goalkeeper, and that's where most of his skills lied. He walked to the kitchen, about to address his theory concerning your behavior, when-

"What the actual fuck?"

You stood there, wearing only a shirt and a pair of knee high socks. You turned to him and, and with the straightest face.

"Hello, Master Shoei, how was your day?"

"You know the traditional thing to is wear a maid uniform, and where the hell are your bottoms?!"

"Well you just said to put on some clothes, you didn't specify how many. However your bottom could be right-"

"Pants. Now."

You rolled your eyes before exiting the kitchen. Barou sighed, that's what he got for taking you seriously for even a moment.

Credits: ©certified-boyliker and Pretty Boy Theaters

@https-true-egoist @bakerysnake

[lonelystarrs]

Bathbomb

Blue Lock - Barou Shouei x FemReader

Barou was shit with expressing himself and even worse with words, good job you had the skills he lacked even if they reduced him to a sub.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • aged up characters to mid 20’s • blue lock is in the past & in soccer careers. Handjobs (male receiving) • smut • slight angst with comfort on Barou but he pays for his attitude in the best way • established relationships • fluff •

A difficult start to the week brought a stand off between Barou and you, this wasn’t the first time and as far as you were concerned it certainly wasn’t the last. As heavenly as that mouth of his could be, it could get vicious and when it mixed with his ego it was a nasty combination. Most the time Barou would insult his way through conversations but still do caring things on the side, shit with words and great with actions. This time his words went too far, you weren’t hurt but you were intrigued to see if he could live up to them.

You’d only jokingly said you dunno what he’d do with it you, his reply?

“A king doesn’t need a queen, I’d be fucking fine!”

The man did things his own way on or off the field and you very much let him take his lead to realise his own mistakes, you weren’t about to waste your time fighting his stubborn ass. You’d known him too long, been with him too long. Playing him at your own game was the way to win with him, Barou needed to nose dive before he started to reflect. He had a system for everything -cleaning, bathing, working out even his emotions and thought process.

You just had to wait out his little system with your own.

Barou however, didn’t know that -yet. Only that you’d gone almost a full week now without talking to him and he was getting in his head -she’s gonna leave.

You gave him just enough to think he had an opening but then you shut it down immediately after.

His stubbornness lived to it’s reputation on day one… you didn’t wanna talk? Fine. He wasn’t breaking a sweat over it.

That very much started to change by day two of you ignoring him because he started to fidget, you’d happily slept on the couch and Barou let you -if that’s where you wanna sleep, whatever that’s your choice. He’d enjoy his nice bed all to himself without your cold ass feet pressing into him cause you thought it was funny.

But it wasn’t a sleep filled night, he decided he hated your shared bed not being shared. But he said nothing, instead he made you breakfast before he left for an early morning run without you and returned to it still sat on the side whilst you had showered and left for the day.

The man didn’t realise his lips ever so slightly pouted whilst glaring hardly at the protein pancakes with fresh fruit and yogurt, drizzled in honey.

The next few days went on in radio silence, made worse by his 4 days away for training.

“Travel safe, love ya.”

Pft it was half assed of you not worthy for a king, for him. You’d waved your hand over your shoulder and carried on scrolling through your phone… He didn’t get his kiss either. He made it to his hotel and the quietness felt heavier than usual.

Barou > I’m here.

Wife > Glad you’re safe.

No you weren’t his wife, but he liked how it popped up on his phone -especially if others seen. It sent his ego soaring on another level different to soccer. Barou wasn’t a man with words, in fact he was useless expressing himself but his actions made up for his lack of skill there.

He grumbled and he threw the phone behind him on the bed, eying his duffel bag before reaching for it and looking inside a particular pocket.

No note.

Man you really were pissed at him.

You always left him some stupid note when he went away, sometimes a few in different places if he was gone for awhile. He’d kept them all, unknown to you, he had a box with them all in. His favourite was shoved between his phone and the case at the back.

‘You’re mine king, always.’

The words alone made his hair stand on end. Where Barou failed with words, unless he was fucking you dumb, you certainly were good with them.

Probably too good sometimes, you always kept calm around him, and spoke calmly making him rethink his manner.

You being the only one who stood up to him in a way that made him enjoy it -that made him respect you.

Barou Shouei wasn’t scared of anyone knowing he respected his woman and he wasn’t scared of letting everyone know you were his. Those shitty names and degrading he called people on the field?

Words like that never touched you from his lips. Never donkey, peasant no nasty nicknames. Sure he was gruff, he wasn’t polite, he’d throw the odd insult -he was Barou, it wasn’t like he melted into a pathetic love struck puppy around you.

The giant grump stood and walked from his bedroom hearing his team mates down the hall getting rowdy already. Deciding to take a shower he moved to the bathroom , red eyes swept said room already made messy by the others shoving their crap where they pleased.

Wet towel on the floor, water and shower gel fucking everywhere.

Eye twitching his temper rose quickly. He grabbed the sopping wet towel and stomped to the main room, hurling it at the nearest person. The comical wet slap hitting whoever’s head, the towel wrapping around it and flooring him from the impact. -all in one smooth movement that silenced his team mates.

“When did Barou get here?!”

“You slobs! Pick up your shit you fucking animals!”

World tournament was coming up and he was getting hit hard. Exhausted from four days hard practice and shitty sleep he was on his way home. He was tense, grumpier and more short tempered than usual, that’s what made him snap at you 6 days ago.

He had taken it out on you and you were certainly living up to your reputation on having some fucking hold over the king. His lack of sleep was evident, constantly side eying his phone the last few days not actually knowing what to fucking text you because he was shit with emotions and words.

He frowned hard, red eyes now glaring at the elevator buttons as they illuminated silently as they past each floor.

Only five away from your shared pent house apartment. He sighed heavily, chewing the inside of his cheek before sucking his teeth.

Yeah, Barou learned from pain and he’d learned hard years ago when you did leave him.

You both worked better together you always had and always would. A foundation he learned at bluelock -teamwork.

The split was difficult, he suffered playing his soccer, much to his annoyance, like when Isagi had knocked him for six the first time and you suffered in your own career. You lost weight, you lost that annoyingly bubbly personality that he could only tolerate in you.

You see Barou and you went waaaay back, like before bluelock. You had always been in his life, probably more for him than he was for you come to think of it.

When you left him and still suffered? He knew what he did was wrong, he absolutely was an egotist but he was also someone who could learn and adapt to change, he wasn’t a coward. So he went after you, demandingly so, nothing subtle either. Safe to say it resulted in the most amazing sex of his life and gaining you back. But he always remembers how shit it felt away from you, especially at times like this.

Occasional arguments bloomed over the years, even now at your mid twenties and living together for a good 4 years.

But that feeling of you leaving was curdling his stomach, he didn’t want that shit happening again but he didn’t know how to reach out.

The elevator dinged dragging him from this thoughts and turned his eyes to the small hallway that led to the door.

The door you were behind, the person that hadn’t text him or answered his calls over the last five days of him being away.

It was painful, he wasn’t even angry now he was just feeling like shit. His mood and energy was spent on the field, into harsh training and now it was drained from him he just didn’t have the energy to run off this shitty feeling biting at his heels.

“Oi, I’m home.”

He expected silence and he got it, he dropped his duffel bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, placing them neatly in the place they belonged -of course.

He had enough of this, Barou never did anything half assed and he didn’t like those who did.

So Barou picked up his pace as his annoyance started to boil as he walked through the penthouse looking for you, he walked into the bedroom and noticed a dull light flickering under the bathroom door.

Opening it he was graced with the sight of you in your large ass bath tub sat in the middle of the bathroom, candles were lit and you had way too many bubbles in there as usual.

One leg rested over the knee of your other that was bent up, calf resting on the joint as your foot bounced subtly, bubbles gracing your skin as you glowed under the candle light reading a book.

He almost groaned. God you were beautiful, even with your hair in a messy bun, few loose strands suck to your face from the heat of the bath. Bubbles dancing across your skin as it glowed under the candle light.

He’d been told many times he was punching, he’d seen the articles about how Barou’s partner was unworldly. You were worthy of a king -of him, his ego wouldn’t let him admit it but you shone brighter and truthfully? He wouldn’t have it any other way, after all Barou respected his woman -the world knowing wasn’t an issue.

He is better with actions than words after all.

You flicked your eyes up before returning to the book.

“Welcome home,” you said dryly

“Tch, doesn’t feel like home when you’re acting like a fucking brat.”

“Try again, Barou.” You replied calmly, eyes not leaving the page you were reading.

His jaw clenched.

Fuck sake you were right.

That wasn’t the right approach, he’d just been thinking of ways to fix this and that’s the shit that came from his mouth?

He sighed heavily, shoving his hands into his joggers he hunched his posture, glaring off to the candles as they sat innocently under his death glare.

“Stop ignoring me,”

You hummed but only flicked the page.

“Please,” he said through gritted teeth, his eye beginning to twitch at you testing his temper.

“Look, if you’re done then just get to it.” He blurted out, his insecurities fully crashing onto him as you still ignored his attempt -as shitty as it was.

“Done?” You repeated, turning your head to him finally giving him attention, he side glanced at you before returning back to the candles.

“Done with us, just stop fucking dragging it out.”

He heard you sigh heavily, the bath water swishing as you moved. Barou turned his eyes to you when the book hit the floor, following the hand that hung over the tub to see your arms crossed over it, head resting in the fold of your arm smiling at him.

“You’re hopeless Barou, get in.”

He wasn’t a guy who needed telling once, let alone twice. He stripped quickly and in a few strides came to the edge of the tub. Your eyes watching every muscle in his body flex as he moved, this guy was huge and built like a god and it was always a sight to see. You did try your best to ignore his cock between his legs that he was blessed with, thick and heavy even soft.

He stood in his natural confidence that mixed with being unfazed about life.

“Shift it then woman,”

You smiled at him coly and shook your head,

“Nope~ you’re in front today. I’ve got my bath pillow in here and you really don’t deserve that.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped in, settling between your legs as you were left to stare at his huge back. Your knees half bent up and resting beside his ribs, wanting to just wrap your arms around him and hug the shit out of him but you refrained.

He sighed heavily as the water soothed him, your smooth skin gracing his sides and despite the small touch it was enough to ease that crappy feeling in his stomach.

“Why is it you women gotta have the water so shittin’ hot?” He grumbled, seeing his skin turn slightly red already, the steam dancing against the candle light.

Your hands gripped his shoulders to pull him back to lean against you, his head resting against your breasts using them as a cushion and you began to comb his hair with your fingers.

“Oh? You shared baths with many women, Sho?”

“Don’t ask stupid fucking questions, know full well s’only been you.”

“I don’t doubt it, you scare off most people.”

Silence consumed you comfortably as you combed his hair until it fell out from its shape, dark locks floating in the water around his shoulders and against your breasts.

“Read it somewhere,”

“What?”

“I read it somewhere and the peasants -they’re always talkin’ shit in the locker rooms.”

You kissed his temple whilst laughing lightly, giving his scalp a nice scratch.

“I didn’t doubt you, if anything you’re too loyal.”

Barou sneered, his hands moving to your legs giving them a squeeze before using his thumbs to rub circles into the muscle of your calves.

“You’re completely oblivious to girls hitting on you. Still makes me laugh when that girl tried giving you her number in that cafe on a napkin and you used it to clean your hands thinking she was the waitress without even looking at her.”

You couldn’t see the smirk twitching at his mouth, but he enjoyed the feel of you laughing under him. It was true, he’d often just glare at everyone and look down on them regardless of gender. He simply didn’t care about anyone else unless it was himself, soccer and you. Eh and his lil sisters.

And cleaning of course.

Maybe pudding too.

“-I literally left you for five minutes to get a spoon and you got hit on.” You finished.

Your lips touched his skin again and he exhaled heavily as you tugged his hair to tilt his head back, trailing kisses to his strong jawline.

“But you’re just such a good boy,”

That did it.

He groaned, his cock twitched as you continued to place wet, loving kisses whilst massaging his scalp and pulling his hair.

He held his breath as your spare hand ran down his front, you pulled his hair back harshly to expose his neck, a growl left his throat and his hands tightened on your legs. Your teeth grazed his Adam’s apple, tongue working against his sweet spot beside it.

“Shit,” he husked, the vibrate felt against your tongue as he spoke.

It didn’t take long for his dick to rise from the water, resting heavy on his stomach tip easily reaching his belly button. Your fingers danced around his six pack, short acrylics grazing the tip. His hips rose slightly to encourage your touch and you allowed it, wrapping your fingers around him upside down into a fist you used your palm to rub the head of his dick as you stroked downwards. Palm giving him constant friction under the bulb of his head, precum smearing to aid it.

The growl in his throat was enough to make you clench around nothing, his hands moved up to your thighs as they tightened under his grip and he squeezed your legs harder.

“You’re so big Sho’” you purred into his ear, he hated the nickname but telling you only encouraged your use of it so he let it slide, besides when you were praising him like this and hand fucking his cock like that?

He’d let you call him fucking anything.

His hips rolled upwards again and you stilled your hand to let him fuck his own dick into it. He was so big, your finger wrapped around barely touching your hand and his length over your palm to rub along your wrist as he thrust up. Fingers digging into your thighs whilst you kissed and tongued his throat.

Your eyes watching how fluid his hips rolled, dick moving like it would if it was inside you. The bath washed swished gently with his controlled movements. You moaned against his neck and bit into him, pulling his hair again whilst squeezing his cock harder; you felt it flex in your hand.

Sweat started to roll down Barou’s head, to his neck as he participated in one of the hottest things he’s done with you.

“You want me cummin’ here or on that pretty mug of yours?”

You smirked against his neck, Jesus even his voice carried testosterone, he was so fucking gruff and deep.

“Like this,” you murmured,

“Tch, what a waste. Grip it tighter then-“

His thursting picked up, becoming sloppy as he chased that high he was almost about to reach, you felt his cock harden and throb, his hands denting their finger tips into your thighs. His grunting picking up and you released him completely.

“The fuck you playin’ a-“

Barou went to sit up but you gripping his hair painful and forced him back, lips moving to his ear you nipped at it before whispering into it.

“Grab your dick, Barou, show me how you take care of yourself and I’ll forgive you.”

You smirked against his neck as his dick flexed against his stomach at your words.

Oh, you were always so fucking good with words.

“Tch, you fucking serious?”

“Yup~!”

You sang whilst placing a kiss to his cheek.

He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, hands leaving your thighs he moved them, one hand fisting around his thick cock that still looked huge in his own hands. The other moved to his balls to cup and fondle, his palm rolled over his head spreading pre and his hips bucked.

“Don’t be whinin’ at me later when you’re begging to cum and I don’t let you, you’re fuckin dead.”

The pace he set himself was ruthless, harsh even and he was thriving on driving himself into over stimulating himself. His head rolled back onto your shoulder and you cooed in his ear, his stomach muscles clenching as he fucked his hand chasing that high again.

“Look forward to it, king but for now listen to your lil queen hmm? Fuck your fist f’me.”

© pharix 2023 permission is not given to repost, translate or post anywhere else.

[morfineee]

Baro Shoei x fem! reader

Fluff

Word count ≈2100

I was laying on my bed, holding a pillow at my chest. I wasn't feeling anything but sadness and anger. I haven't left my bedroom in a week already, besides going to the bathroom and pick up my food delivery. My roommate, Baro, is an athlete, so he is not at home during the day, I didn't have to deal with him at night either, so it's safe to say that I've been all by myself lately.

I looked around my room, without moving an inch. Paper bags and energy drink cans all around the room, clothes thrown on my chair and floor, some even on my bed. I didn't have energy to clean after me, I didn't have energy to cook healthy food, and I didn't have energy to take care of myself and my mental health. I was in the worst state of mind.

I heard the entrance door opening and closing, sign that Baro was back home, earlier than usually. He was a busy schedule, with a lot of practice and training, gym and also classes...classes that I also had, yet didn't attend in the past week. I just sighed and picked up my phone, scrolling mindlessly through my apps, ignoring the noise Baro was making outside, on the hallway and kitchen.

I don't think ten minutes have passed since he came home and I heard a knock, before the door opened widely, making me close my eyes and press my lips. It was that one period of the month. If women have their period cycle...Baro had his monthly clean inspection.

"Y/N." I heard his stern and strong voice call out my name, and I could feel my blood run cold and my heart pound hardly against my chest. "What's with all this mess?"

I took in a deep breath, preparing myself mentally to respond, but all I could do was mumble something he couldn't understand. He just walked around my room, starting to pick up trash, throwing them in a bigger paper bag that layed around.

"My lord Y/N! You even left your leftovers in!" He said, raising his voice.

I could see the veins on his neck getting more visible as he spoke. He was annoyed at me, and I probably would have been too, but I know what I've been going through. But he doesn't. I didn't talk to him about this, and I had multiple reasons for. I didn't want to bother anyone with my problems, especially a persoan with so many things in their head, I was afraid of being judged and Baro seems like the kind of person that hates anyone that is weak, and right then, I was the weakest.

But I had no way to hide this anymore.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have energy to clean after me lately." I responded, holding that pillow tighter than before, like it was going to protect me in case he was going to get angry at me.

"The fuck that's supposed to mean?! You don't need energy to throw away the bag with your leftovers, nor for throwing some clothes in the washing machine!"

I sighed. I didn't want to argue with him. Baro was a massive man, tall and muscular, and as much as he never acted violent around me, I've seen him playing, I knew he was a whole demon on the field, so what was stopping him from being one right now?

He must have noticed the saddness in my eyes, as he just let the paper bag on my desk then walked up to my bed, kneeling next to me, letting his elbows rest on the edge of my bed.

"What's wrong Y/N? You're not feeling alright are you?" He asked, as his voice became softer, yet his red eyes pierced my soul, trying to read through me.

I couldn't stand the stare he gave me, it made me feel weak and helpless in front of him, it made me get emotional, and I didn't want that to happen. I closed my eyes, holding the pillow tighter, but it was too late. I let myself overwhelmed by my emotions, by my sadness, so a tear ran down my cheek, that I quickly wiped away.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me Baro. I promise I'll clean my room tomorrow."

"Oh drop the bullshit." He said, his voice venomous and rough, poking my forehead with his finger. "Tell me what's wrong, we live under the same roof, I don't want your shitty mood affect mine too."

I could tell he was at least a little bit worried, he was a tough man, he was a beast on the soccer field, but he was a caring person. He tried to play it cool, he never liked to show any kind of compassion and sympathy, which I don't understand, but my best guess was that had to do something with his king title.

"Alright..." I sighed. "I've just feeling down lately...My antidepressants are not doing their job anymore and I have no energy to do anything anymore." I spoke on a low voice.

I felt ashamed to talk about it, I felt like a filthy piece of shit, like a bug waiting to get crushed under his feet.

But Baro just sighed as he stood up slowly. I looked up at the tall man as he just came to sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

"Struggling with quite something I see. Not like I care or anything, but you can tell me when shit is rough, it's better than letting it all build up and kill you from the inside." He spoke, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away from me. "What about we find something to cheer you up?"

I opened my eyes to look at him. I couldn't hide my surprise, as my wide eyes stared into his.

"You're... serious?"

"Yeah, don't want my roomie to be like a dead walker around the house. So? What would make you feel a bit better?"

"Uh...what about ordering some chicken nuggets and watch a movie? I think that would be pretty nice."

Baro nodded, as he stood up from my bed, reaching a hand out to me. I looked up at him confused, but i grabbed it gently, only for him to pull me up the bed.

"We're going to my room, I can't stand staying in such a messy place."

I couldn't help but smile lightly at his words. I found it funny how he was being nice, yet did his best to act like he didn't give a damn. I just nodded and followed him to his bedroom. It was the smallest in the apartment, as he said he didn't need much, but lord it was organized. He had a small bed, a closet and a desk, that was all he needed from what he was saying, and after I learned his schedule I believed him.

He layed on the bed, on the edge as he struggled making me some space. As much as he wanted to stay on the edge, he was a large guy and inevitably covered more than half of it. But it was alright, I fit there anyway.

I sat on my edge, holding my knees at my chest as I looked down at Baro, who was already scrolling through the ordering app.

"Nine nuggets with large fries, sweet and sour and mayonnaise, a large coke and a chocolate and caramel mcfurry." He spoke while adding them in the cart. "Is that right?"

"Yeah...how did you know?"

"You order the same thing every time you get Mc. I memorized it."

"Huh? You paid attention to that?"

"I pay attention to more than you think. And I have a great memory."

I couldn't help myself but smile at his words. I knew he was attrntive and he paid attention to me, but I loved how he tried to make it seem like its nothing. It meant a lot to me.

I watched over his shoulder as he ordered the food, before he leaned for his laptop, putting it on his knees. I sat closely as I watched him curiously, only to find him searching up my favorite movie. Oh I would never get bored of it...

"How did you...?"

"You play it every time you're sad, your volume is so loud I hear it through the wall."

I sighed lightly as I let my head rest on his shoulder, watching the screen with a light smile on my face. I couldn't help it. Baro was a great roommate, and I am going to be jealous on his future girlfriend.

I felt his hand wrapping around my waist, holding it sternly. He looked forward, his uninterested expression making him seem cold and mean...until he spoke.

"I'm not the most touchy person but it makes you feel better we can cuddle too."

My eyes widened as I looked up at him. This was so new to me. This was something Shoei Baro would never do, not even held at gun point. And yet there we were. I would lie if I said I didn't want it to happen. I always wondered what kind of hugs Baro would give.

So I just nodded, laying on my back as I got closer to him, letting a hand on his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, while his arm slipped underneath me, holding my waist. He pulled me closer to him, his big, strong hand holding my waist entirely. He gave me a light squeeze, pushing me to hold him properly.

"Come on, thats not how cuddles work Y/N, I'm expecting more from you." He said. His voice was serious as usually, and yet a tint of playfulness echoed, playfulness that made me smile.

Was it all so easy from the beginning? Was this all I really needed?

I wrapped my arms around him, letting my leg on top of his lower body as I finally cuddled him "properly". I inhaled his minty scent mixed with a chocolate kick, letting it intoxicate me. The warmth of his body was giving me a comfortable feeling, like I was safe and at ease.

"That's more like it." He said as he played the movie, holding me tightly at his chest.

His warmth, scent... everything was so comforting, everything was so addictive... But I couldn't tell him such thing, he's just being nice, nothing else.

Hours have passed, we ate the food he ordered, we watched three movies with no break whatsoever, which confuded me, Baro was a very active man, and laying down that way for such a long period of time was not something he would usually do. But certainly...he never let go of me. He cuddled me like there was no tomorrow, he played with my fingers between his fingers, caressed my back.

"How are you feeling?" I heard Baro's voice, softer than before, making me look up to him.

"I...feel way better than I did in the morning."

"As expected, I'm the best cuddler."

"Wouldn't expect a menace that refers to himself as 'the king' to just say that."

"Now you're being unnecessary mean."

I looked up to him, my eyes locked on his. Something in his glare was something...I could feel, and see, such a warming emotion coming from him, and it was making my heart beat faster.

He just sighed lightly, letting his hand rest on my cheek.

"Y/N, you mean a lot to me, 'lright?" He started, his voice even softer, like a whisper. "And I might not he the most romantic guy, or a boyfriend material in general...but I promise I can treat you right...I can treat you like a queen."

His words caught me off guard, as that was the last thing I would expect Baro to say. But I smiled, a genuine smile.

"I wouldn't expect the king himself to treat a woman anything less."

His lips curled into a light grin before just leaning closer, pressing his lips against mine. Theu were so soft and sweet...yet so rough and unsure. But something was certainly...his kiss was giving me butterflies...and were leaving me want more...

[ta-ns]

Barou Shoei angst x reader🌸

Author here this isn’t part two from last time cause I suddenly felt like hurting myself with angst so hehe 🎀

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Barou Shoei better known as “King” on the field is cocky for sure. This never bothered you too much as he usually tones it down off the field. You’ve always hated cocky guys that thought everything revolves around him but Barou made it work for him. He made it so attractive and maybe that’s where you messed up. Things were going swimmingly in your relationship together. Sho as you like to call him is almost perfect. He’s always ready for your girly issues having two sisters himself. Blasting your music while cleaning together is a ritual that you both enjoy. He did things usually without you asking, it was smooth sailing. That is until he started becoming more distant. He was there less and less. Barou has always taken his career very seriously and you didn’t mind him being away for times while competing. Sure you missed him a whole bunch when he would compete but you know that it’s important so you just do your best to support him from home. But now it just seems as if he is going out of his way or at least more so than he usually did before and thus was at home or with you less. It all started to go downhill on a random rainy day. The night before after you guys had just made love, his big rough hands gently cupped your cheek. He stroked it so softly and tenderly with his thumb before pressing his lips lovingly against yours. “Y/n tomorrow let’s go out to eat. I haven’t shown you off recently so let’s fix that hmm?” He grumbled into your lips. You nodded happily as you caressed his hair,”mmm let’s do that Sho!” You sighed happily.

The next day comes and as such you wake up giddy to go on a date with your lover. You dress up to the nines your dress hugging and accentuating your curves so beautifully. Your heels and elegant jewelry ties the whole outfit together. You look at the message Sho had sent telling you he sent an Uber outside to pick you up so he could meet you there. The ride flies by and you find yourself in front of a fabulous restaurant with twinkling lights and a grandeur ambiance. You walk up to the receptionist and tell them the name under the reservation and are promptly shown to your private booth. Butterflies are soaring in your belly as you eagerly wait for your esteemed lover to make his appearance. “Good evening ma’am what can I get you to drink today?” chirps the waitress. “Hello I’m waiting for someone right now is it all right if you come back in a bit?” You reply with a smile. “Sure thing ma’am I’ll be back in a bit then!” She smiles before walking off. Time passes and you find yourself drifting into your daydreams without realizing it. You’re jarred out of said thoughts by the waitress once again.” Is everything okay here ma’am? Ready for your drinks?” She inquires. You pause before checking your watch and see that close to an hour has passed,” Sure, I’ll have a pink lemonade.” You return. She brings the lemonade swiftly and just as swiftly leaves you once again with your thoughts. The tiktok of the grand clock ringing surprises you out of your stupor. You look up to the sound of footsteps with anticipation only to find the waitress coming towards you,”My apologies ma’am I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been here for a bit…can I bring you any appetizers while you wait?” She questions with concern. You discreetly check your watch and are astonished to see it’s been a little more than two hours. “No thank you instead I’ll have the special of the evening.” You reply and carefully tack on a smile even though inside you were anything but happy. The waitress runs off and promptly returns with your food to which you begin eating and polish off your plate. Suddenly an ice cream is placed in front of you as the waitress clears her throat before whispering,” The ice cream is on the house ma’am…I hope this doesn’t cause you any offense I just hope a pretty lady like you is okay.” At that you find yourself blinking back tears before clearing your own throat in an attempt to rein in your emotions. “Thank you… I appreciate it but I’ll pay for the ice cream and take the check.” You smile warmly at her.

You step out into the cold of the night. You reach out a hand and feel a slight drizzle beginning and bite your lip to hold back the tears threatening to fall from your lashes as you order an Uber. When you get to his house where you’ve mostly been staying at due to Barou’s suggestion to find it still dark. The house is empty upon your arrival. How could he stand you up like that you ponder as you feel your throat constricting. You decide to take a shower to wash it all off and hope he’s okay. After showering you reach for your phone and message him once again asking if he’s okay. As soon as you put it down it chimes and you immediately pick it back up. It’s Barou saying something came up and he’s staying at a hotel. You feel your chest getting tight but decide to hold off on any assumptions before you get a chance to speak with him.

You crawl into bed and after crying in the shower sleep soon overtakes you. You feel the bed dip and wake up to Barou putting his things on the bed. “Sho?” You question, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Who else would it be?” He answers gruffly before continuing with what he was doing. “Sho you do realize you stood me up yesterday right?” You blurt out. “Yeah about that something just came up and I didn’t wanna drive back home.” He replies briskly before abruptly walking out of the room. “Oh and I’m going out right now, I have practice soon,” he grumbles out before kissing you swiftly on the lips and leaving the house. You’re left shocked at what just transpired but put it off as you get ready for work. After working you decide to let it go for now.

Unfortunately this situation happens once again and yet he has the perfect excuse for it that you would sound like an idiot for not accepting it. You know how they say third times the charm? Well apparently it’s also for sad things as well. Barou has once again stood you up only this time it’s unforgivable. There you are in your newly acquired lingerie sitting amongst a heart of rose petals. The candles flicker against your figure and you hear your heart shatter. Any hope that you were holding for Barou is gone. You grab your phone and jump onto Instagram and the first thing you see is Reo Mikages post where they are at a club and there is Barou without a care in the world. While your world just broke. You gingerly stand up and quickly sit down to rub some life back into your legs. The tears come at that moment and don’t stop. The tears blur your vision and your nose feels like it’s congesting. You’re body shakes with your sobs as you angrily clean up the flowers. You turn off all the candles and chuck them into the trash. You’re done with it all you think to yourself feeling so small and pathetic. You remember the promise you made to yourself after seeing many of your loved ones be heartbroken in love to not let yourself be treated any less than you deserve. Determined to keep your promise to yourself you take all of your things and pack them neatly into the boxes which you place at the front. You even clean every nook n cranny of the home that you thought would become yours.

You shove all of your things into your car and hurriedly drive to your home where you take all of your things inside. You quickly change into a cute and chic outfit before phoning Barou. “Where are you?” You question trying not to let your voice waver. “Why?” He answers sharply. “It’s important please.” You retort trying to be just as brusque as he was. “I’m on my way home.” He replies before hanging up. You drive back to his home trying to muster up all your courage and put the bravest face you can manage with your broken heart. You enter the door and find Barou busying himself getting ready for bed. “Barou Shoei,” it takes your all not to cry as you’re so angry and hurt ,” I’m breaking up with you. We’re done I don’t want to hear from you again.” With that you spin on your heel as you try to run before any tears can fall. You’re forced to stop as Barou grabs your wrist to spin you towards him.

“What the in the world where are you going? Where is that coming from?” He spits out his eyes dark with anger. At that you feel your sadness disappear momentarily to be replaced with astonishment and anger. “Sho you can’t expect me to keep sticking around when you show no respect for me lately or respect for my time! Are you stupid? How could you treat me the way you did and expect me to stay?? If you don’t respect me then this relationship is nothing! Do you know what today was?!” You state your voice cold and dripping with hostility. Barou’s face drops when he realizes,” Y/n no I’m sorry… I completely forgot…” You feel your resolve shaking as you peer into his face which is twisted with emotions. That is until he opens his mouth again. “I made a small mistake that doesn’t mean you can leave. No one else can take better care of you than I can. You’d be no one without me.” You didn’t think it was possible to be in any more pain but were obviously proven wrong. You cut him off with a slap. The sound echos into the chilly air. The tears you fought so hard to keep at bay drip silently down your checks. “Don’t you ever come near me you prick…” You rush out of the door leaving behind a shocked Barou. Only until you’re driving away does he look around him. What he sees is nothing. Nothing because everywhere where there used to be something of yours is empty. All evidence of your existence here is gone. The place is impeccable and shiny. The house is quiet. As he turns around and around he realizes just how far he had fallen. The music that you would have either softly playing in the background or blaring was gone. It was eerie. At that he crumpled to the floor and for the first time since he was a baby he felt a single tear drip down his cheek.

Author here:

I might make a like redemption ark if I feel like it lol be safe everyone! 🎀

[moonschildsworld]

a quick lil something for barou eventhough he's a bitch

your boyfriend is clean freak, he can't stand a single dust in sight or messily arrange stuff, not even a mismatch color section in the closet. he HAS to organize white clothes in their group and other colors' to their destinated place.

you on the other hand, well it's not like you're lazy but compared to him, you're more of a throw things around and coming back to it later, which you never has the chance to eventually clean them since barou would get on it the moment he set his eyes on your mess, he'd clean every speck and dust while cursing all the words existed in the world under his breathe, and of course nagging the hell out of you.

it was pretty annoying at first since you've never even asked him to do it, he does all out his own accords but after a while, being nagged is a small price to pay for having your own personal maid and coming back to your vanity being organized, not a dust in sight in your room, you swear you see the room sparkling at some point. (you both have different rooms aside from your shared room so you could have your space, and barou couldn't stand the mess you make seconds only after he had just cleaned up.

which is why you're trailing him around the house with your hands clasps together to your chest with pleading eyes, "please barou, i know you find her cute too" your voice comes out as high-pitched as you're desperately begging him to let you adopt the golden retriever you saw from outside the window of a pet shop you both walked past a few hours ago while going grocery shopping.

"no is a no, y/n" barou replied firmly trying to keep his anger under control, he's been trying to not lash out at you after the last time he made you tear up. "but-" he turns around and cover your mouth with his palm.

"bawouu" your voice comes out muffled from your mouth being covered, but you were far away from giving up, you're determined to do anything to get that babygirl home.

barou let out a frustrated sigh as he takes up one hand to comb through his hair back, "no one's going to take care of that little shit" he tries to reason out. barou was really against the idea because clean freaks' biggest enemies are pets, especially puppies they make hella mess and barou wasn't going to willingly sign up for that.

"i will i promise" you push through, "bullshit, you can't even clean after yourself" he grits through his teeth trying to not make his voice louder since he knows you're sensitive to loud noises.

"i do! you just do it before i do" you defends yourself, your brows now furrowed from being falsely accused, barou let out another deep sigh and turns back around to think for awhile.

he knows you're lying, and he knows he'll be the one responsible after but how could he ever refuse anything you ask for?

he was pondering for a while and you got bored from waiting so you decide to pull out your final weapon, you sneak your hands around his waist and push your head through his arm gap and stare up at him, "baby pleaseeee" you were pulling out your most doe-yest eyes and the pitchiest voice.

barou looks down at you and his face froze, he was staring daggers down with a scary expression, during the early dating stage you were scared that you might've pushed his boundaries, but no this is actually his face when he's vulnerable to your touch. it is the biggest weakness you've found of him.

your mouth curl up to a small smile knowing that you had him, "fuck" barou murmured under his breath with a look of defeated.

you beam up at his vague approval and you run around him and cling on his neck as you plant million of kisses on his faces and him just standing there and taking it all, "thank you babyy" you cheered happily.

the puppy was brought home safe and sound, you bought everything needed to ensure the puppy has a comfortable stay and to prove barou wrong about you not being able to take care of a puppy let alone yourself.

you did an amazing job until a month later, "y/n the little shit pooped again" barou yelled across the room to you while covering his nose with a disgusted face making sure to stay far enough to not let the stench bother his nostrils.

"mhm" you stir uncomfortably in your sleep as you hear a faded sound coming from the living room, and you had no intention to wake up to check what the commotion was about, or you knew what the commotion is about but is trying to get out of it.

i mean you can't really be blamed, taking care of a puppy is reaaaally hard work and you could appreciate a break sometimes, maybe someone to take over just for a day...?

"y/n??" barou voice echoes throughout the house again, hearing no response from you, he storms into your room and pull down the cover that was covering you revealing a messy hair sleeping beauty, "hey, did you not hear me?" barou asked trying not to falter to the sight before him.

as the sunlight hits your face, you hiss like a vampire being exposed to sunlight and try to steal the cover back from barou, "missy, you said you'd take care of the brat" a slight irritation can be heard from his tone.

failing to get a hold of the blanket, you reach for his hand and pull him slightly to crouch so that you could hug his hand, as your eyes pry to open, "just for today pleasee" you beg with your lip slightly pouted as your voice comes out a little raspy.

barou froze a little from the sudden attack, and you take advantage of that short moment to snatch the cover from his hand and return it to its rightful place covering your entire body up to your head.

"you-" barou was left speechless at how shameless you are, you could hear him let out a frustrated groan before storming back outside, ensuring your peace for today, you let out a slight smile before drifting back off to dreamland.

you finally awaken, as your eyes glanced at the time, "3:35pm" you do a little stretch in bed as you try to wake up.

"barou?" you yawned before calling out to see if he's home or is out running an errand, the house was strangely too quiet, it has never been this quiet after the little shit came around.

stretching your arms and waist as you strut into the living room, the sight there melted your heart. barou passing out on the couch and the little shit snoring peacefully on him.

you glance at the huge bag full of goods at the front door, carefully not to wake them up, you check the bag to unexpectedly see a full bags of different toys and snacks, even chewing toys good for puppies who are growing teeth.

you chuckled a little to yourself before walking up to them, you bring out your phone and snaps a few pictures of them.

there's your new wallpaper, you admire your newly taken pictures and breaks into a fit of quiet giggles as a thought pop in your head, they remind me of the dad who opposed to getting a pet and the pet who won him over somehow.

☆ author note: hiya! i just finished semester exam, here's a quick something since I'm on a block, I'll try to write more hard-core stuff when i'm back in the zone •_–☆

[geekedoutbunny]

Hello!! Your writing is soooooo good!! And that Barou fic? Muah 🤌🏼✨ it was so mhmmmm. I was wondering if you could do a part 2? Anything is fine, but maybe it could be about the readers and Barous date and how it goes? Maybe he learns about her bullying and does something abt it? 👀👀 OR maybe how they become a couple after the date? I’m just throwing ideas out there, but you have free reign over this and I’m sure it’ll turn out great either way. Barous really grown on me lately and there are hardly any fics of him on tumblr 😭😭. Anyways you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to and I hope you have a great day!! *sends virtual hugs*

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭 I'm very happy to meet another fellow Barou lover💖✨👀, they're rare to find for some reason🤷‍♂️. Us Barou stans have to stick together. Thank you for the compliments and thank you for requesting, I wasn't expecting someone to request for a part two so thank you!! I actually really enjoyed writing this and I hope it's to your liking. If not let me know and I'll try and make changes to it.

Shouei Barou x Bullied Female Reader Fluff - Part 2

Part 1, Part 2, last part

Master List

It’s been a few weeks since your real first personal encounter with Barou. He rode the train with you, and he kept his word and he got you ice cream and even walked you home. It made your heart hammer in your chest after you closed the door to your home, separating you from the departing Barou. You leaned against the door as you held your chest, over your beating heart.

Once your heart calmed down, you kicked off your shoes, before you walked up your stairs and went into the bathroom, you dropped your backpack on the floor, and clicked on the light. You stared at the mirror, running your hand through your hair, as you observed your features. “Maybe…. Short hair isn’t so bad after all.” You thought aloud as you smiled at your reflection.

The next day, you were shocked when you opened up your door, getting ready to leave for the day, when you slightly stepped back when you saw Barou in front of your home. He was standing at the gate entrance, leaning up against the small concrete wall. He was staring at you with his ever piercing red gaze, and he greeted you. “So this is the time you leave your home? I’ll have to improve then.” He said as he watched you slowly descend your stairs as you closed the door behind you. You walked over towards him, rounding the wall and coming to face him.

“Good morning, Barou what brings you here?” You asked genuinely confused at his presence, he stared down at you for a moment before he explained himself. “I’m here to walk you to school.” He said in a point forward voice, you gave a nervous giggle as you realized that it was pretty obvious as to why he was here to begin with.

He stared down at you a little longer before he placed his large hand on your head, making you stare up at him in shock. “You came outside without shame, good.” He said in a pleased voice, before he walked past you, his hand lingering a little longer on your head before he let it slide off as he continued to walk. You stared at him, before your cheeks warmed and you ran after him.

It’s been weeks since you and Barou began walking to and from school together, he’d come and pick you up from your home, walk you to school and even ride the train with you, walk through the halls with you, he even want as far as walking you to each of your classes. It made you gain confidence, his fondness for your new look made you more confident in yourself. After school, you’d stay and watch him and his soccer team play a mini game of soccer. You didn’t know much about soccer, but you learned some phrases and even techniques.

He and his team actually enjoyed your company and they saw you as one of them, to a certain degree. In the time that you and Barou have hung together, you’ve both also grown closer. Barou has always been a handsome guy, even you could agree to that, however, you never swoon over him like the other girls, you were never that kind of girl. You hung to yourself, trying to survive this hell known as school by yourself. But with Barou by your side, he made it so much more worth it. Sure, he wasn’t the most talkative guy, nor was he exactly the nicest but he enjoyed your company, this however gained the attention of the other girls.

In your time together with Barou, you both built a relationship of unspoken relations. You weren’t sure what your relationship really was exactly. Barou acted like a good friend, who was very quiet and straightforward, but he sometimes acted like an overprotective boyfriend, it had you questioning yourself constantly on what you two were to one another.

You laid in bed, laying on your back, your covers pulled up to your underarms as you stared at the ceiling. ‘Barou….. I…. I honestly wouldn’t mind dating him…. To be his girlfriend, getting to hold his hand, cuddling into him, getting to see him shirtless, wet with sweat, walking up to me and cupping my cheek. His deep red eyes staring into mine, as he leans in and-’ “EEEK!!!” You squealed as you realized where your thoughts were going as you pulled the covers over your head.

Came the next day, you did your usual routine. Get up, get dressed, walk with Barou to the train station, walk to school, walk to classes, get bullied, go to the soccer field, walk to the train station, walk home, part ways….. but it all went to hell, when you ran into your bullies. You were standing outside of the boy's locker room, standing outside and waiting for the boys to get dressed for their friendly soccer game. But you were knocked from your thoughts when the same girls who cut your hair 3 months ago, stepped in front of you. You straighten up in panic and fear at the sight of them.

“Hey, baldy. We see that you and Barou have grown pretty friendly over the past few months.” The leader said, as she glared at you. You stared at her for a moment before you decided to swallow some of your fears and stand up to her. “W-w-what’s it to you?” You said in a fearful yet falsely defying voice. They all looked at one another before they rolled their eyes at you. “It has everything to do with us. A loser like you, being seen with Barou, is a major damper to his reputation. You make him look like a freak lover.” She said in a sneering voice. You crinkled your nose up at her. “I make him look like a freak lover? Well, you make him look like a dog lover, but let's be real, even that's too nice of a title for you.” You said in an annoyed voice as you fired back.

Your mind blanked. ‘Why did I say that?’ You thought in dread, before she flared her nostrils and she stormed over towards you. You backed away from her, fear overcoming you as you back up into the wall making you curse yourself mentally at the most ridiculous situation. ‘Of course, I just had to back into the damn wall.’ You thought, before you were pulled from your thoughts when she suddenly grabbed a fist full of your newly regrown hair, and yanked it up, making you grunt in pain as you grabbed her wrist.

“You’re a stupid bitch you know that? What makes you even THINK, for a moment that Barou actually cares for you? He’s just buying his time, waiting for the moment to make a plane fool out of you to everyone in the whole entire school, and I WILL BE THERE!!!! Laughing in your face, enjoying the overwhelming humiliation that will rain upon your hideously dumb face.” She said, her face twisted in anger as she slammed your head into the wall, making you grunt in pain at the small yet strong bumps into the wall behind you.

You cracked opened your eye as you glared at her. “You don’t know Barou.” You said in a small voice, and she cocked a brow at you. “What as that, baldly? I couldn’t hear you.” She said in an angered voice. “I said, THAT YOU DON’T KNOW BAROU!!!!” You shouted out in anger, this caused her face to once more twist up in anger before she suddenly punched you in your stomach, making you cough in pain as you curled in on yourself, your hands wrapping around your midsection as the tight grip on your hair was the only thing keeping you up.

“SHUT, YOUR FILTHY MOUTH!!! YOU SAY THAT ‘I DON’T KNOW HIM!!!!’ I KNOW HIM MORE THAN YOU DO!!!! A WASTE OF SPACE LIKE YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE ABLE TO EVEN BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS HE DO!!!” She shouted in your face, as she tighten her hold on your hair making you whimper in pain. One of the girls behind her seemed to become concerned at her sudden behavior change. “Tsumi-chan, calm down, you’re going to get us in-” She was cut off when Tsumi turned around and she shouted at her. “SHUT IT, YOU WASTE OF SPACE!!!!” She shouted in anger at her, causing the two girls to step back from her.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, before a deep voice called out. “That’s enough.” Your eyes widen at the familiar voice, as you all turned to the right and seen that Barou and his team have exited the dressing room, dressed in their soccer clothes. “Barou.” You said in a small voice as you stared at him. The girls all stared at him in shock before the one holding your hair spoke up. “B-Barou, wh-” She wasn’t able to get her sentence out before he took a step forward and he gripped her wrist in his hand and he squeezed, causing her to gasp and call out in pain as her hand immediately let your hair go, causing you to fall down to your knees.

“Get your filthy hands off of my girlfriend. Swine like you don’t even deserve to be in her presence.” He said in a dark voice, as he stared down at her with cold dark red eyes. Her eyes widen at his words, before the color seemed to leave her face. One of the girls behind her spoke up. “Girlfriend?” She spoke in a small voice. Tusmi gulped at his words, before he clicked his tongue in distaste and he threw her away, making her fall back with a grunt. Her ‘friends’ rushed to her side as they checked on her. She struggled to sit up before she looked up at him with a face of betrayal.

He stared down at her with a look of indifference before he thought no more about her and he walked over towards you, he reached his hand out towards you, and you took his hand, he helped you up to your feet and he looked you over, once satisfied he held out his free hand towards his team and one of them passed him a soccer ball, and he placed it in your hands. You held the ball, looking down at it, before you looked up at him. “Come on, we got a game to play. Stop entertaining these nobodies, we need to practice.” He said in an even tone, causing his team all to agree with him.

Your eyes seemed to sparkle at his words, before you smiled up at him. You then looked over at the team, and you have never seen so many accepting smiles pointed at you before. Your eyes became teary with joy, before you blinked them away, and you held the ball up.“Yeah, we have a game to win boys.” You said in a confident voice, causing them all to cheer.

Part 3?

[minestracalda]

I COLORED THEM AND I LOVE THEM BITS!!!! (i really adore their dynamic)