⚠️: fem!reader, sub!reader, aged up!barou, established relationship, fingering, overstimming, implied cunnilingus? teensy bit sadistic barou, MINORS DNI👁️👁️
📜: yeah... yeet
🔗: @tokyometronetwork
Your boyfriend's tall, hunky figure looms over you menacingly.
"What did you say, punk?" His glare is murderous, but it simply makes you giggle. You know you had crossed a line you shouldn't have. But you're so damn ready to face the consequences.
"I said you're no king in the bedroom, Sho." You generously iterate your earlier quip. You raise onto your tippy toes, petting his head for good measure.
His nostrils flare.
"That's it." He says as he reaches to grab your waist. You squeal as you are lifted off the ground and onto Barou's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carries you to the shared bedroom, spanking your ass to stop your struggling and then squeezing it hard.
You are deposited unceremoniously onto the king's king-sized bed.
"I'm gonna make you eat your words," he growls, yanking your pants and underwear off in a single, skilled pull. "Shou!" you scream when you feel the cold metal touch of his rings on your inner thigh.
"Open up for your king, pretty." He's mumbling more to himself than you as he spreads your legs apart.
He takes a moment to admire you. "Don't look at me!" you try to close your legs, embarrassed and very much turned on by his fiery gaze. He scoffs, pulling your legs back apart with ease.
Barou leans down to press a single feather light kiss to your bud. You jolt at the electricity that zaps up your spine.
He chuckles, sitting up and grinning down at you mockingly, "Running away already, sweetheart?" He never breaks his gaze on your face as he pulls you back to him.
"You have some words to eat."
He closes in on you, capturing your lips with his in a hot, domineering kiss. His big hands come around to gather yours - pressing your wrists above your head enclosed in a single one of his. His other hand comes down to massage your throat, rubbing teasing circles on your vein.
And then there's his lips - urgent, soft, yet so compelling. He sucks the breath out of you, leaving you flustered and suffocated. You try to pull away, humming and signaling him to let you breathe.
Barou pulls back, locking eyes with you. His eyes dart between your eyes and lips. You almost forget to breathe before his lips are back on yours, completely claiming you. He pulls back once more - only to chase after your lips again once he hears you breathe.
"Say it." He snarls. All you can do is gasp, breathing hard to fill your lungs with some well-deserved oxygen.
"Say what?" You scowl at him. He wasn't gonna get you to admit it so easily.
He's infuriated. But one look at your gasping and panting mess of a face is enough to dissipate his anger in a cloud of amusement.
"You will say it eventually." He decides, forcefully burying his face in your neck. His teeth rake over your skin, pressing down on your vein, and his fingers simultaneously bury into your core.
A surprised moan leaves you. "Shou~ no!"
"Shou yes," he corrects you smugly, pulling back from your neck and leaving a big hickey in his wake.
His long fingers stretch you so well. Barou smirks, angling his index and middle finger to locate your favorite spot.
"Ah! Shou wait!" you whine.
"Nah. The King waits for none." He says, massaging and scissoring his fingers against the walls when he does find the spot.
Barou pokes at your clit with his thumb, delivering just the right amount of friction. You squirm, vainly trying to close your legs around his large stature. The pleasure is way too much for your body.
It feels too good, he feels too good. And he's barely even done anything yet. You sob, "Shou I just wanna— aah!" you cut yourself off when he adds a third finger. His thumb wiggling up and down your clit sends zings of electricity from your clit; which swirls into white-hot pleasure coiling in your tummy, dulling the strain of his three fingers splitting you open.
"Shou shou shouuuuu!" your squeals of his name echo off the bedroom walls lined with candid pictures of you both.
Barou's voice is low, promising suffering if you don't obey him. "Say it, donkey."
Your core clenches at his words, the nickname, rarely used on you, weirdly making you feel some kind of way. "No!" You scream, still not ready to admit defeat.
"No?" his fingers leave your body. Except for his thumb. The pace of his thumb doubles, going in abrupt side-to-side and up-and-down patterns.
Your voice falters. Your body shudders involuntarily.
You miss his fingers inside you, but his thumb is doing some serious magic.
The coil inside you builds into this intense ball of energy - it's painting your vision white.
He flicks your clit.
And then it bursts, the pleasure setting all your nerves from head to toe ablaze. The high is all-consuming, making your ears ring and your eyes water.
"Shou!!!"
Yes, all you can muster to scream now is Barou's name.
And Barou doesn't stop. His thumb is still flicking your clit, rapidly overstimming you.
"Shou stop!" you beg, voice shaky and body trembling as you try to kick him off. Your hands feebly try to pry his fingers off you. But it's to no avail against his strength.
He chuckles, finding your resistance cute. "Say it, sweetheart. Or I'm doing this the whole night." he threatens.
"Its–" you gulp, "it's you!"
"What?"
"You– you are the king, Shou!" tears roll down your eyes as you look at him.
Barou pretends to ponder over it, his thumb slowing down for a second before it speeds up again, "Not quite satisfactory, baby." He decides. "Whose king am I?"
You don't miss a beat. "Mine! Shouu~ you– you are my king!" you are grabbing at threads to keep yourself sane through the mind-numbing sensation.
"Attagirl!"
Barou praises, finally pulling his thumb back to lean down and attach his mouth to your clit. He sucks harshly, pulling another cry out of you.
