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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 || 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘢, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Montell Fish - Hotel

Pairing: Shouei Barou x Male!reader

Summary: There was something here since the two of you saw one another...

Warnings: Smut with a flash of fluff. Characters aged up.

Words: 1825

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“B-Barou, hold on-”

“No. I’ve waited long enough.”

“Can we at least go somewhere else?”

“No. They need to know you’re mine.”

Your hands pressed against the behemoth’s chest, hoping to create some space, but Barou didn’t budge. Lips curled into a small smirk as he stared down at your reddened features. Eyes flickering around to your guys’ sleeping teammates. “Barou!” You whined softly, attempting to pull up the blue sweatpants that the man had been trying to rip from your body. “Showers. We can go there.”

The man did very little to show interest, only continuing to place kisses across your rich skin. The hem of your shirt bunched up around his wrists as he kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked spots across your stomach. Fingers gently toying with your pebbled nipples, inclined to break down your resilience with due time. Some specific placed kiss, feather-light touches, and you’ll become a needy toy within seconds.

“Barou…” You panted, hands sprawling through his spiked hair, nibbling on your bottom lip. The sight of him was something out of this world. Crimson orbs staring up at you, mouth placing spells on your body that formed a warm flush to your skin, he was something short of normal. “Hey! Hold on a sec-! Fuck.” You moaned, panicked features dissolving to one of relaxation.

Barou slowly stroked your cock, enjoying the sight of your embarrassed expression. “We do this now or I leave you high and dry, Y/n,” he whispered in that silky smooth tone of his. “This is beneficial for both of us.”

Although the truth was a tough pill to swallow, he was right. For days, the two of you had been training and dealing with the games you two and the rest of the team had to perform in. But ever since the both of you had met, there had been some sort of tension between the two of you. A thick rope was tied around your throat and tightened each time you were forced to communicate with the man. And it seemed like now, after nights of staring at the large hulking figure of Barou’s, trying to keep your gaze away from the spots that created a tent in your shorts, you were having those desires fulfilled.

“I don’t know how this is beneficial for me when anyone could see me like this.” You tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp, feeling incredibly hot with his warm palms encompassing your cock.

But it was useless with Barou applying his other hand to the center of your chest. “I know you want this as much as I do, Y/n,” he growled. “Just accept it. You want me as much as I want you.”

His thumb brushed across your red tip, smearing the pre-cum. You huffed, trying to keep any other noises beneath and avoid waking up any of your other teammates. The last thing you wanted to deal with was people not looking at you as a teammate or for them to just cast you out. And Barou wasn’t making it easy for you to keep your mind focused on that. If anything, you were sure the man could care less about what the others thought. The two of you were carrying the team through the first selection process, so they would have to respect the both of you.

Resting on your elbows, you watched with a warm face the man toy with you. His own eyes watching every twitch and twist of your expression as you tried to hold in those sweet little noises. Beginning to let his hand move and slowly stroke your small needy cock.

Moving closer, soon Barou was sitting between your naked thighs with those innocent eyes of yours staring up at him. The smile that twitched onto his lips was unknown to him, only knowing the genuine admiration in his heart as he slowly closed the space between the two of you. “You look gorgeous, Y/n.”

Meeting his lips it was a shot of adrenaline into the bloodstream. Because it wasn’t lust-filled or derived down to desire. Although you’d been wanting him since you first saw him, you wanted something softer. Something passionate and intimate. And you loved and adored every second of the moment.

Pressing your lips against his, something that was quickly reciprocated. His free hand holding your cheek with the delicacy that would be shown with a growing flower. Lips moving at your own pace that crafted a perfect bubbly feeling in both of your guts. This unpolished and abstract feeling neither of you knew of. It was overwhelming like Barou’s hulking figure towering over you. It was warm like Barou’s warm gaze that rested on you when you slept. It was soft like the hold he had on you. Everything about it was new but not unwelcome. Because you leaned on one arm, using your other arm to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

With careful fingers and considerate thinking, Barou’s hand that once held your cock slid down with his index gently pushing past your fluttering entrance. The white-hot pain that flooded your body made you pull him closer. Allowing him to swallow your whimpers as you curled your legs around his waist. Inviting him in with one hand gently pushing against his pelvis, a soft but noticeable sign that Barou took into account. Getting you ready with slow and consistent thrusts and curls of his finger, all the while keeping the intimacy of the kiss. Ignoring the pain of his lungs pleading for a second of air.

You didn’t know if it was just the sensation of him partly being inside you or the kiss, but you were a muddy mess. And when you felt the tip of his cock start to stretch you, you pulled from his lips with a gasp. Bruised lips pursing together as your eyes clamped shut. Barou pulled away, sitting up with his hands finding their places on your hips with his thumbs rubbing circles. Hoping it would be enough to soothe the very apparent pain that increased the further he pushed.

And inevitably, you were a panting and whimpering mess with him flush to your body. Cock filling you to the brim. “Are you okay?” He whispered, teeth gritting as his hand was placed on the wall the two of you were lying beside. The vice grip you had around him was damn near unbearable and was slowly guiding him toward the release he’d been deprived of for a week.

It took a moment, a few shaky breaths, but you bit your bottom lip and looked up at him with tear-brimmed eyes. Nodding softly with your hands holding his sides. With a few consecutive thrusts that followed one after the other, creating a fuzzy feeling in your head, the pain subsided with pure animalistic arousal. Those groans that once fell from your lips morphed into moans that came as music to Barou’s ears.

The man hovering above you groaned, eyes flickering shut at the tensing and relaxing warmth of your walls surrounding his cock. Yanking him towards that edge the two of you were chasing and reaching out towards.

But whatever switch had been hardwired, redirecting the emotions and feelings you felt, had turned into something completely new. A different line of energy shooting into your veins made you stare up at Barou differently. Like you were finally feeling something that you didn’t before.

Whatever it had been, it had taken Barou by surprise when he felt your tongue run up the side of his neck. Unable to help the wet sensation from making his eyes roll back into his head. Tilting his head just enough to give you more access to act on these desires. You clamped your lips on his pulse point, moans muffled and sending vibrations right through his body.

Barou sped up his thrusts, hips slamming into yours with abandon. The mind becomes an unfinished puzzle of thoughts with your hips gently rocking to meet his thrusts. Those sweet noises of yours were surely loud enough to wake up the rest of the team, but he didn’t care. These blissful sensations you were giving him were unspeakable. No words could give them enough justice.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Barou panted, one of his hands reaching for the back of your head and forcing your lips against his skin. That tingling sensation in his lower gut was very apparent now, the euphoria in his body spreading throughout his cock pounded into you. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna fucking-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence with your lips smashing against his. Silencing the loud guttural moan to fill the room as he felt his release finally collapse on him. Hips stilling, flush with you before they twitched and he bucked into you. But your tight hole milked him dry before he inevitably pulled away from your body.

Although you were also in a sweaty daze, the sight of Barou sweating, cock fairly limp with remnants of his cum dripping off the tip, was something heavenly. Body cut by the gods and placed in your path to test your metal.

A smile tugged at his lips, running a hand through his hair that had lost its volume. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” But his eyes drifted down and found that you hadn’t finished. Your tip a needy red with pre cum dripping onto your stomach. And then you saw the flicker of light in his eyes as he slowly lowered to his stomach. A smirk etched across his lips as he said, “You deserve this as much as me.”

And you sat up on your elbows and watched him take you into his mouth. Head rolling back with your eyes closed.

If this was heaven, you weren’t ever planning on leaving.

“Hey, Y/n!” Isagi’s voice shook you from your daze, offering a tiny wave and hum, which was enough for the boy to frown, taking in your appearance and the bruises along your neck. Circles are evident underneath your eyes, showing that lack of rest had been a contributor. “Uh, are you okay? Were you training last night?”

The question made your body tense as you gave a sheepish smile. “Yup! For sure! That’s what happened!” You left zero room for the other to speak as you rushed over to your team's table. Isagi and Bachira didn’t allow their eyes to drift away from you, seeing you wince as you took a seat beside Barou. And speaking of your star player, the man grinned down at you, whispering something in your ear that caused you to clamp a hand over his mouth.

“They had sex,” Kunigami stated, shocking the two boys. But when he was met with silence, he found the pair staring at him incredulously. Making him stop chewing on his food and raise a brow. “What? You guys didn’t hear ’em last night?”

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nenchainzz · 1 year

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First of all - congratulations on your milestone!!! I hope you don’t mind me participating 🥺 I would like sfw or nsfw (which ever you feel more inspired to do - I’m good with either!!!) with Barou from BLLK with the trope “AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES” 😂💕

Shouei Barou x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: roommates to lovers, aged-up character, m!masturbation, reader catches barou jerking off, dom!barou, petnames (babe), vaginal fingering, he's low-key possessive, and orgasm

Much to Barou’s surprise, you’re very clean and organized. Most roommates he’s lived with have been messy or didn’t do their chores but not you. He’s only had to deal with his own messes, never yours. It’s something he wasn’t used to. Not to mention how pretty you are. Something he immediately silently swooned over when he first met you. When you met with him to sign the lease, he was somewhat taken aback by your looks. So, to sum up, you’re pretty and responsible; to say he had a crush on you was an understatement. He knows that having a crush on your roommate is never a good idea cause things get messy. However, his feelings can be hard to hide sometimes.

As you shut the door after a long day at work, you can’t help but notice that the whole apartment is dark. The kitchen, where the front door is located, is pitch dark; you can hardly see where you’re going. So you figure it must mean that Barou is out, and quite honestly, you’re too tired to really care. You walk to the hallway where your room and Barou’s are located. Your room is at the end of the hallway, where you must pass Barou’s.

As you pass Barou’s room, you hear him inside. His door is somewhat ajar, and you listen to him…moaning. You see him sitting on his bed with his cock in his hand, stroking it quickly. His head is thrown back, and him grunting and moaning with his precum sliding down his hard cock. You feel your heart flutter and your pussy clench from watching him. However, you then realize what you’re doing and think you should leave not to upset him. As you’re about to go quietly, you hear your name fall from his lips.

You involuntarily yelp from hearing your name, and there is no coming back from that. He stops and looks straight at you through the crack in the door. You grow hot and embarrassed and run off into your room. As you panic in your room, trying to figure out what to do, you hear a knock at your door. You feel nervous about speaking to him, but you must talk about what happened. When you open the door, you see Barou looking at you, his serious signature look.

“So, you saw me?” he asks. You nod shyly. He sighs deeply. “I apologize for that. I never met for you to…” he trails off. You squeeze your thighs together.

“I-I’m sorry for…” you’re trying to find the words. “You know, accidentally seeing everything.”

“Well, I should’ve closed my door,” he says.

“Uh, I heard you say my name,” you admit. He looks somewhat nervous, something you’ve never seen on him until now.

“Shit,” he says. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you reassure him. “I mean, I…”

“You what?” he asks. You contemplate whether or not you should tell him.

“I think about you too when I...you know,” you admit. Your face is the hottest it’s ever been. His interest seems piqued at your confession.

“Do you now?” he asks.

“Uh, yes,” you affirm.

“Let me show you how good I am then,” he says. He steps closer to you but waits for you to respond before he’ll move forward.

“God, please do,” you beg.

The next moment, you’re lying on your bed with Barou hovering above you. He kisses you with his hand traveling down to your still-clothed pussy and rubs over it. You moan into his mouth as his fingers tease you. Barou wastes no more time, strips you out of your outfit, and admires your naked form.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking sexy,” he compliments. He leans down and begins to kiss and suck your neck while his fingers again train themselves to your pussy. His thick digits enter your pussy and begin to slowly pump themselves in and out. “Focus on my fingers, babe. You don’t need to use your own ever again.” You moan as his fingers continuously reach deeper into you with every pump. His palm is bumping against your clit.

“Ah! Fuck!” you curse.

“I told you it’d feel good,” he says.

“Mm! Yes!” you affirm. He begins pumping them faster so his palm will hit your clit more, and his fingers reach you deeper. “Keep going!” He does as you request and keeps his pace with his teeth grazing your neck.

You feel your abdomen tighten as Barou’s fingers don’t stop. Your orgasm is building.

“Shit, your pussy’s getting tight around me, babe,” he says. You just moan out for him in response. Your thighs begin to shake as you gush around his fingers, coating his digits with your creamy cum. Barou smirks as he slowly removes his fingers from your pussy and brings them to his lips. He licks his fingers clean, looking directly at you.

“F-Fuck,” you curse, watching him.

“If you need my help again,” he begins. “You know where to find me.”

“Huh?” you utter.

“It’s late; we should get to bed,” he says and gets up from your bed. You reach out and grab his arm.

“Wait,” you say.

“Make sure you don’t fuck yourself,” he says. “Your orgasms belong to me now.” He leans down towards you and kisses you sweetly. “Good night, babe; sleep well.” He gives you a small genuine smile as he leaves. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he politely says and closes your door.

Your mind swims from what just happened, but you know, one thing is for sure. Your relationship with your roommate has undoubtedly changed.

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