author’s note. since i couldn’t find much baro’s content, i’ll do it myself😔 while proofreading, i remembered baro’s going to the bowling game and doing yoga in his free time, so my drabble is wrong, his son actually does look like him :p
Shoei Baro is so girl dad coded. Not because he already has sisters, but because she’d be his copycat, and he’d be fucking proud of her, screaming to everyone who wanted (or didn’t) to hear that she’d be as good as him in everything she does. That little girl is literally him, from her eyes to her hair, from his ego to his hunger for victory. Baro knew who his little girl would be when she told him she wanted to play football just like him; she’d be the Queen who’d run the whole field, and everyone would bow to her.
“Y’all kids could never, peasants.” Baro would send a video of his little baby's entire match to the old group chat of Blue Lock members, in which she’d strike two goals that brought victory to her team.
“Here he go again :x,” Nagi replied. Baro did it constantly; they were used to seeing this little girl playing football. They joked about how she looked like her father; she really was a dictator in the making.
And then, when Baro was convinced to be happy having a lovely life with his wife (you) and his daughter, you gave life to his son, a real copy of you. The little boy looked nothing like Baro and his sister. He was calm, introverted, and feared his sister’s energy (she was such an excited little gremlin). And he hated sports. While his sister was shocked, telling him how much of a loss, Baro didn’t make it a big deal to your surprise. Instead, he’d always go to his son to find out his interest in the moment and then buy him books and toys related to the said interest. One time, he offered his son to paint on his face instead of the walls so that he could experiment with his painting skills.
Baro knew how to balance his time between his children and love them equally while loving you a little more. He was so different when spending time with his daughter or son, and you must admit, you love him more every day. He is such a good dad.
“Are y’all kids as smart as mine? I don’t think so, peasants,” he’d send to the group chat, a photo of the grades and degrees decorated with teddy bears of his son for winning the Maths and English national competition. ”Got the best kids here, and you all don’t.”
“I knew I should’ve removed him from this group chat when his wife got pregnant again.”
“You mad, huh? Looser.“
Baro’s kids were perfection to him. Although his kids would throw tantrums (which Baro found normal since they were just kids, but god, he hated it when it happened in a public place), Baro hated going out without his children. It was hard for him to leave them with his mother and sisters, even if it was just for the evening.
Baro kept family pictures everywhere he could: a picture of you in his wallet, many of those kids on his car, on the walls of the house, on his keychain, and even a painting of them (that he painted when he spent time with his son) at his mother’s house.
You made Baro’s life so much better, for nothing in this world he’d leave you. You brought life to him, and he’d be forever grateful for that.
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, flirting, teasing, choking, name-calling, objectification, being a brat, power dynamics
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A/N: I still haven't seen the rest of the anime but I don't have to. I just have to love Baro, and I do.
There were a few thing Baro really loved about you. Your body and pussy were pretty high among them but what he loved just as much was how hard-headed you were. Almost as much as him and that is in impressive accomplishment for anyone.
"Why do you have to be such a brat when we don't have time for that?" Baro had hand on the back of your neck and the other on your hip, pinning you against the lockers and against himself.
"It's more fun this way. Make me beg for it. I know you love it when I beg. It makes you come so much, makes my pussy overflow with your cum. You love seeing that right?" You squeezed your inner walls around him the moment you felt him shove his cock back into you. He grumbled under his breath as he stepped a bit closer, shortening his thrusts.
Glancing at the clock he was you didn't have that much time. "Don't have time for this shit. You're gonna make me come weather you like it or not! Because... fuck... because I'm ordering you to. Got that? You don't get to mouth off to me, you stupid locker room whore!"
"Fuck... yes! But I'm your whore right, Baro? Your whore, and you're gonna make me come around your cock? Please? I know you'll make my pussy come, only you get to- get to fuck it! Please, Baro, please make my pussy come!" You felt your lungs burn as you begged past the grip he had on your neck. Baro groaned, his thighs smacking against yours in a wild fury.
You couldn't tell if he was pissed off at you or in a real hurry but that didn't matter. "Of course it's me who'll make you come! Who else?! You're mine to fuck, mine, a pretty cocksleeve for me to use whenever I want!"
Oh he was angry for sure. He didn't want to admit it but you forced his hand, you made him fuck you how you wanted, when you wanted.
