can you do barou as a whipped but lowkey sub bf after teasing him a lot #imsowhippedforbarou PRETTY PLEASE
The locker room was empty except for the two of you. Barou Shoei stood there in nothing but low-slung black sweats, arms crossed over his broad, sweat-glistened chest, crimson eyes narrowed like he was still trying to act like the king of the fucking pitch. But you’d been teasing him all day—brushing your ass against him during warm-ups, whispering the nastiest shit in his ear every time the coach turned around, sending him videos of your fingers buried knuckle-deep in your soaked cunt during lunch break with the caption thinking of my king’s fat cock.
He was rock-hard the entire practice. You made sure of it.
Now his jaw was clenched so tight you could see the vein in his neck throbbing. “You think you’re funny, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, but there was that tell-tale crack at the end—the one that always gave him away when you pushed him too far.
You smirked, stepping closer until your tits pressed against his abs through your thin crop top. “I think you’re about to beg, Shoei.”
His nostrils flared. He grabbed your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, but you just tilted your head up and licked a slow stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and pure frustrated man.
“Fuck…” The word slipped out before he could stop it.
You dropped to your knees right there on the cold tile, yanking his sweats down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, angry-red at the tip, already drooling precum like it had been waiting hours for you. You wrapped both hands around the base and gave him one slow, torturous stroke, thumb swirling over the leaking slit.
Barou’s thighs tensed, hips twitching forward involuntarily. “Don’t—don’t fucking tease—”
But you did. You licked him from balls to tip in one long, wet drag, then pulled back with a filthy pop, strings of spit connecting your tongue to his cockhead. “Say please.”
His hand shot into your hair, gripping tight, but he didn’t push you down. Not yet. His chest was heaving. “You’re really testing me today.”
You sucked just the fat head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it like candy, hollowing your cheeks hard before pulling off again with a wet smack. “I said… please, babe.”
Barou’s eyes rolled back for half a second before he caught himself. A low, broken growl tore from his throat. “Fuck—please. Suck it. Please.”
You rewarded him by taking him to the back of your throat in one go, nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, throat contracting around him. Barou’s knees nearly buckled. “Shit—fuck—your throat’s so tight—ngh—”
You bobbed your head fast and sloppy, gagging loudly on every downstroke, spit dripping down your chin and onto your tits. Every time he tried to fuck your face harder you pulled back, leaving him panting and desperate.
“Baby—fuck, don’t stop—please don’t stop—” His voice cracked again. The big, arrogant Barou Shoei was whimpering for you.
You pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit everywhere, and stood up, turning around and bending over the bench. You hiked your tiny skirt up, no panties, your pussy glistening and puffy from how long you’d been edging yourself just to torture him.
“Look at this pretty cunt, Shoei. Been dripping for your cock all day. You gonna be a good boy and fill it up?”
He was on you in a second, chest pressed to your back, one massive hand gripping your hip while the other guided his throbbing cock to your entrance. The thick head nudged against your slick folds, but you clenched and tilted your hips so he slipped right past, rubbing uselessly against your clit instead.
Barou snarled, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Stop fucking playing with me—”
You reached back, grabbed his cock, and slapped it against your pussy a few times, making him hiss. “Beg nicer.”
His voice dropped to a wrecked whisper right against your ear, hot and shaky. “Please… let me fuck you. I need it—need to be inside you so fucking bad. I’ll be good—fuck, I’ll be so good for you, just let me—”
You lined him up and pushed back. The stretch was brutal—Barou’s cock was stupidly thick, splitting you open inch by inch until your eyes watered and your mouth fell open in a silent cry. He bottomed out with a guttural groan, hips flush against your ass, balls pressed tight to your clit.
“Fuuuuck— so wet— so fucking tight— gripping me like you’re trying to milk me dry—”
You started rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his cock while he stood there shaking, trying not to thrust. You wanted him ruined.
“Move, Shoei. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His hips slammed forward so hard the bench scraped across the floor. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping your clit echoed through the locker room—pap-pap-pap-pap—obscene and loud. He was growling, groaning, biting down on your shoulder to keep from screaming.
Every time he tried to set a brutal pace you clenched around him and slowed down, forcing him to feel every ridge and vein dragging along your walls. “Slower. I want to feel you throb.”
“Baby—please— I’m gonna lose it—fuck— you’re squeezing me so good—shit—shit—”
You reached back and grabbed one of his hands, guiding it to your throat. Barou’s fingers flexed but didn’t squeeze—he was too far gone, too whipped. You did it for him, pressing his palm tighter until your vision sparkled.
“Harder, babe. Ruin this pussy.”
Barou started pounding you like a man possessed—deep, punishing strokes that kissed your cervix every single time. His cock had that perfect upward curve and he was using it, grinding against that spongy spot inside you until your legs shook violently.
“You’re so fucking deep—oh my god—right there—right fucking there—”
“Yeah? This the spot that makes you stupid?” he rasped, voice hoarse, but there was no dominance left—just desperate, worshipful need. “Cum on my cock—please—wanna feel you creaming all over me—please baby I need it—”
You came so hard your vision whited out, pussy gushing around his thickness, squirting down his balls and thighs. Barou whimpered—actually whimpered—as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him, trying to suck him in deeper.
He flipped you onto your back on the bench, threw your legs over his shoulders, and folded you in half. The new angle made his cock drag against your g-spot relentlessly. His abs flexed with every savage thrust, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto your tits.
“Look at me,” he begged, voice cracking. “Look at what you do to me—fuck—I’m so whipped for this pussy—can’t think—can’t fucking think when you’re like this—”
You reached up and tugged his hair, pulling his face down to yours. “Then don’t think. Just cum. Fill me up, Shoei. Breed me like the desperate little slut you are for me.”
His eyes rolled back. A broken, guttural moan tore out of him as his hips stuttered. “Cumming—fuck—cumming so hard—take it—take all of it—nghh—!”
You felt the first thick rope blast against your cervix, hot and heavy. Then another. And another. Barou kept grinding deep, pumping load after load into you until it was leaking out around his cock, creamy white mixing with your own slick and dripping onto the bench.
Even after he finished he didn’t pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt, panting against your neck, hips giving tiny, involuntary little thrusts like he couldn’t stop.
“…Don’t pull out yet,” you whispered, kissing his ear. “Keep it warm inside me.”
Barou shuddered, nodding frantically against your skin. “Yeah… yeah, anything you want. Fuck— I’m so whipped for you. You own me. You fucking own this cock.”
You smiled, clenching around his still-hard length just to hear him whimper again.
a/n : sorry if this is bad… I’m bad at writing for characters I don’t particularly find attractive… anyway, hope you liked it :)
