you may put something in my inbox whenever, but if requests are closed be prepared for your request/message to sit there indefinitelyâŠ
please be patient with me as i work to get requests done between all my other responsibilities, and remember i have the right to decline your request for any reason. that being said, i will try to accept as many requests as possible!
if i do not have a section for a character, that does not mean iâm unwilling to write for them, it just means i havenât received any requests for them yet!
Ive officially read your whole discography and im such a fan. I hope youre doing well!!
Can I request more follo x reader? Maybe like, you've been with him for a couple weeks and you try to make him flustered all the time? Flirting, tugging on his ears, winking from across the room, hugging/kissing him randomly then running away, etc.
No pressure, ofc! Have a great day!!
i am so so sorry this took so long , i hope youâve stuck around dear anon !!! iâve been so very busy that writing has been unfortunately a very low priority for me⊠iâm really glad youâve enjoyed all my fics thus far and i hope you enjoy this one too !
Touching and Teasing
follo tunito x fem!reader
word count : 1.8k
summary : youâve found enjoyment in teasing your beloved boyfriend, but he wants to tease you back, tooâŠ
You were hopelessly in love with your boyfriend. You had known each other for a few months, but only recently started dating.
There were so many things you loved about him- where should you even begin?
His face, his kindness, his strength, his body⊠those were the basics, but you found little things to love about him every day. A few days ago, you absentmindedly played with his hair, twirling the strands between your fingers. Follo had flushed red, asking you what you were doing.
âI dunno. Do you want me to stop?â, you had asked.
âN-No! I didnât say thatâŠâ he muttered.
Was he⊠flustered?
That was the newest thing you had found to love about him. Since then, you had decided to test several ways to make him blush and stumble. So far, every single attempt had worked.
One day, you traced the outline of his ear before gently tugging on the lobe. You leaned close as if you were going to bite it, and he darted out of the room with some half-baked excuse about needing to check on something.
Another time, you got his attention in the common area. He was sitting a few feet away from you, quietly reading a book. When he looked up, you mouthed âI love youâ, blew a kiss, and winked. He quickly mouthed something that looked like âI love you tooâ before shoving his nose back into his book.
Today, you were going to try something new. You knocked on Folloâs door, listening for his footsteps on the other side. As the door opened, your face came into view. He smiled softly.
âHey, Y/N. Whatâs up?â He pulled you into a hug, easily placing you in his arms. You ran your hands up and down his back a few times before pulling back, face inches away from his.
âJust had a delivery for you before tomorrowâs mission.â
You pushed Follo backwards into his room, shutting the door. Your lips latched onto his for one slow, deep kiss. When you separated, Folloâs face was bright red and he reached to pull you back in.
âIâll see you tomorrow, my love.â You exited Folloâs room, leaving him dazed and wanting more.
He wasnât clueless. He knew why you were doing all these weird things to him. You wanted reactions from him- and he was happy to deliver. The way you smiled every time he went red made his blush grow deeper. You were so cute.
With all of the teasing, he wondered how you would react if he did the same thing. Would you also turn red, unable to think of anything besides him? Would you ask for more? He was curious.
So curious that he had to try it out.
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Your mission team was one person too many to all fit in one vehicle. You were about to suggest riding solo behind the leading vehicle when Follo spoke up.
âY/N can just sit on my lap for the ride. That should be fine, right?â
Your eyes went wide at the suggestion. Enjin raised his eyebrow, smirking.
âBold move, Follo. As long as nothing funny happens in my van, Iâm alright with it. Behave yourself, okay?â
Follo flushed slightly but agreed, trying to remain as calm as possible.
âLetâs get this show on the road, then!â
Follo grabbed your hand and helped you into the van, setting you delicately on his lap. He massaged your thigh gently.
âThis okay?â
His voice so close to your ear sent a shiver down your spine. What was happening? Was this punishment for your recent behavior?
Punishment may have been a bit extreme of a word. His body pressed against yours was far from torture. You imagined turning around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into him completely.
âY-Yeah. âS fine,â you muttered. You werenât fond of this power switch. It was your job to make him nervous and needy, not for him to flip it on you. How were you supposed to regain control like this? Trying something with other Cleaners right next to you was too much.
Follo beamed, pride flowing through him. If he had known the amount of satisfaction this would give him, he would have done it sooner. You squirmed on his lap, face pink and eyes bouncing everywhere. Hissing quietly, Follo gripped your thigh tighter. You moving around was not safe.
The hiss pulled you out of your obsessive thoughts. Was this your way to get back at him? You lifted your hips slightly, getting ready to gently set them back down when Enjin hit a large rock, jerking your body back down. Follo dug his nails into your clothing as he bit back a groan. This wasnât part of his plan.
âSorry,â you whispered. You meant it. You really hadnât intended to slam down on him so hard. Follo ran his thumb over your skin, squeezing your thigh reassuringly. He feared speaking would reveal how turned on he was.
Seeing how affected Follo was made you silently thank Enjin for his reckless driving.
âYa mind not hitting every rock you see?â Zanka asked, displeased. He was in the middle, each jostle of the van causing either Follo or Riyo to knock against his sides.
âThe rides are always like this. Youâre just upset because you got stuck in the middle this time,â Riyo teased. Zanka scoffed, seemingly embarrassed.
âI am not! Itâs uncomfortable for you guys too, right? Especially you, Follo- you have to deal with Y/N on your lap too!â
âOh, I donât think thatâs a bad thing for him,â Enjin chimed in, looking at the two of you from his rearview mirror.
âI can always switch to Riyoâs lap if itâs an issue,â you offered, twisting slightly to glance back at Follo.
âItâs alright!â Follo blurted loudly. Enjin held back a laugh.
Clearing his throat, Follo began to speak again in a calmer tone.
âItâs alright. I wouldnât want to burden Riyo with that. Really, itâs no big deal. Weâll be there soon anyway, right? Switching now would be pointless.â
âIf you say so,â you hummed. As if on cue, Enjin hit a particularly rocky patch of land. You bounced on Folloâs crotch, feeling him twitch beneath you.
Desperate for his feelings to go unnoticed, Follo turned to look out the window, pressing his hand to his mouth to keep himself quiet. His fingers traced your inner thigh up and down casually, like he wasnât wordlessly threatening to press them to your core.
The next few minutes consisted of you shifting around while Folloâs fingers danced along your skin, brushing between your thighs when he thought no one was looking. He was still trying to tease you, but gave up on trying to gain any sort of actual control. You were in charge, and he liked it that way. The vehicle took a sharp right turn and you took that opportunity to buck your hips roughly. Folloâs fingers made such solid contact that you almost thought they were going to be shoved inside of you. You whimpered, which luckily sounded more like pain than pleasure. Follo yanked his hand back, all eyes now on you.
âYou alright, Y/N?â Riyo asked.
âYeah, s-sorry. I think Enjinâs rough driving caused a weird angle where one of Folloâs bones felt like it was digging into my skin.â
âSee? I told you. Uncomfortable for everyone!â Zanka huffed, Riyo rolling her eyes at his haughty attitude.
âAlright, alright, whatever. You can stop complaining about my driving now. Weâre here.â
The van screeched to a halt, ending your game with Follo. You reluctantly slid out, staring at the surrounding area.
âSo, whatâs this mission again?â
Enjin stated to explain. You couldnât be bothered to listen. You were too busy eyeing Follo, fantasizing about how things would go when you got back to HQ.
The mission itself was a blur. You were pretty sure it went well. Enjin seemed happy, at least. Absentmindedly putting your vital instrument back in its place, you wandered over to your boyfriend.
âHey.â
âHey,â he replied, taking his hat off. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, further fueling your fantasies. You needed him beneath you, hazy and teary-eyed, begging you for more.
âWant to continue? On the ride back?â
You didnât have to specify. Follo nodded eagerly. You would have giggled if you werenât too busy thinking about ways to ruin him. Stepping closer, you placed a hand on his crotch, rubbing softly.
âOhâŠâ Follo whined, growing hard under your touch. You were far enough away from the team that no one seemed to notice.
âYouâre going to show me how much you need me on the way back.â You spoke directly into Folloâs ear, nipping at his lobe before pulling back.
âI will.â His voice trembled, body visibly shivering.
âGood.â
You grouped back up with your team, discussing how the mission went and calling HQ with a brief report. No one batted an eye when you sat back on Folloâs lap for the ride home.
Enjinâs driving had somehow gotten worse on the ride back, which was better for Folloâs sake. As discreetly as possible, he helped you bounce on him, finding an angle that felt nearly euphoric.
Finally reaching HQ, you practically ran out of the van to your room with Follo. Enjin, shockingly, kept his mouth shut, and the others were blissfully unaware of the tension that had built up between you and Follo.
Shutting the door, you fell onto your bed with Follo below you.
âYou drive me wild, Y/N,â Follo moaned, his words broken up by sloppy kisses.
âIâm glad,â you breathed, positioning yourself to straddle him. You considered dragging things out, but the chance for that had long disappeared. Follo grabbed you by the waist, helping you grind against him. He was painfully hard. Each drag of your body against him caused another whimper to slip from his mouth.
You slid your hand under his shirt, slowly dragging a finger along his torso.
âMmmâŠâ Follo groaned into your mouth. He was already so close, only holding on by a thread.
You separated your lips from his, pressing kisses to his neck.
âMake a mess of yourself for me, wonât you?â
Follo could hear the pout in your voice. His cock twitched uncontrollably beneath you.
âI- I canât,â he stuttered out, sweat dripping down his forehead.
âYes you can, baby. Itâs okay. Iâll help you.â
You rocked against Follo until he couldnât take it anymore.
âAh-â He gasped, holding you in place while his body spasmed. Cum leaked through his pants, darkening them.
You waited patiently for Follo to recover, switching positions as soon as he did.
âWeâe not done yet. Can you take more?â
âMhmâŠâ
You grinned, lifting your shirt above your head.
âI hope youâre ready, because I wonât stop until Iâm satisfied.â
Follo nodded, ready to please you late into the night.
so busy lately ! but i DO have a follo fic in the works⊠hopefully iâll find some time soon to get it finished and posted ^^; promise if youâre in my inbox i have not forgotten about you !!
iâm SO obsessed with your recent jabber fic, sooooo i wanna ask for another? :3
where reader is a cleaner and jabberâs overly freaked out when fighting him/her (your preference!), and it can lead anywhere you want !!
so sorry for the wait anon, i hope youâre still here !! i took a little break from writing, but i promise i did not forget about you !!
i hope this is what you were looking for !
Breathless
jabber wonger x gn!giver!reader
word count: 2.1k
summary: jabber discovers he likes fighting you, and he wants more.
warnings/tags: smut, blood/violence, grinding, masturbation, toxic dynamic (fighting/smut are closely tied together?), zero proofreading
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You couldnât recall how long you had been in the Cleaners. It was your home, your place of safety and comfort. As a Giver, you earned your keep through fighting off trash beasts. Occasionally, you would have scuffles with Raiders as well.
Today was one of those scuffles.
Your team had gone out on a request Semiu received from an anonymous individual about a trash beast wreaking havoc near their home. You hadnât found the beast, but instead came across several Raiders waiting for you.
âIâll take care of this group! Y/N, get everyone else out!â Riyo shouted, and you quickly nodded before turning and guiding your fellow Cleaners away. You had almost made it back to the van when someone stepped in front of you, waving a sharp clawed hand.
âHeyy~ you werenât going to leave without greeting me, were you?â
You stretched an arm out in front of your team, warning them to stay back. You had fought the Raiders several times, but this was a new face. You didnât know what his instrument was or his fighting style or anything else that could help you keep everyone safe. All you knew was that you needed to get away from him.
âYes, actually, we were.â You readied your instrument, scanning his body for any weapons besides the massive claws on his hands. Nothing.
âThatâs not fair, you know? I came here specifically to find someone to fight with! And youâŠâ His eyes drifted down your body, then back up before he licked his lips.
ââŠyou look like the kind of trouble I was hoping for.â His voice dropped low, mind running wild with ways you could destroy him.
âHey, Y/N,â Zanka whispered, grabbing your attention. âIâll get the team out of here. You distract him.â
âOh, Y/N? What a nice name. Iâm Jabber. Pleased to meet you~!â Jabber stuck out his hand- as if you would shake the hand of a Raider, let alone one with claws such as his.
âCanât say I feel the same.â Without another word, you launched towards him, the two of you engaging in battle. You landed a solid few hits on his torso, each one sending a jolt through Jabberâs system.
âOh~ Do that again, wonât you? I havenât felt that good in ages!â
You frowned, grossed out by his response. It almost stopped you in your tracks, but you were too focused on getting Zanka past with your teammates to be distracted.
âNow- my turn, isnât it?â
Jabber, who had only been trying to dodge before, was now on the offensive. You jumped and swerved around him, attempting to keep his focus on you without getting caught.
Zanka dashed by, leading a group of supporters behind him. You sighed with relief when you saw them fly past, your body relaxing just the slightest bit.
Your minor relaxation was enough for Jabber to catch you off guard. He leapt forward towards your chest and you jumped back as soon as you realized, but it was too late. He grazed your stomach. A scream erupted from your throat, white hot agony coursing through you.
âOh, that sounds good⊠keep goingâŠ~â
You fell to the ground, paralyzed. Jabber squatted down beside you, poking you gently.
âYouâre not dead yet, right? That would be so boring⊠I really do want you to mess me upâŠâ Jabber moaned his words directly into your ear.
âYou could beat me into a pulp, couldnât youâŠ? Kick me all over, leave wounds that wouldnât stop bleeding for hoursâŠâ
Jabber grew aroused as he spoke, beginning to trace his claws over his own body. He stabbed one into his skin and groaned loudly, twitching.
âOh-âŠâ
No, he couldnât have.
He didnât. Did heâŠ?
Jabber flopped down beside you, spasming uncontrollably. You forced your eyes to his crotch, sticky fluid leaking through his clothes.
âYouâre⊠disgustingâŠâ you gritted out, wincing at the pain you felt trying to use your vocal cords. Jabber said nothing, continuing to writhe in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Large arms lifted you up and slung you over a broad shoulder.
âLetâs get out of here, Y/N!â
Gris had ran back to get you despite Zankaâs concerns. He was lucky Jabber had immobilized himself. You feared what would have happened if he came back a moment earlierâŠ
You felt like a sack of flour over his shoulder, unable to do anything but slowly move your fingers. What a shameful way to leave a battle.
You never wanted to face such defeat again.
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It was about an hour before you could move again. By then, you were at HQ, resting in the infirmary with Eishia fretting over you. When you finally sat up on your own, she breathed a massive sigh of relief.
âIâm so sorry I couldnât help you more, Y/NâŠ!â
âHey, itâs okay. That was a pretty nasty toxin. If I ever see that guy again, Iâll beat him so badly he wonât be able to use it on anyone ever again. You wonât have to worry about healing anyone from it. Sound good?â
âY-Yes!â Eishia stuttered, bowing her head. You laughed.
Rudo burst through the door, a fake flower in his hand.
âY/N! I heard you got injured so⊠I wanted to- to give you this!â He shoved the gift in front of your face, and you carefully took it.
âAw, Rudo⊠thanks.â
âNo problem! Itâs whatever.â Rudo, now embarrassed, dashed off. You smiled down at the flower, running a thumb over one of the petals.
You swore you would get revenge on the Raiders for daring to attack your family.
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That night, you dreamt of taking down Raider after Raider until you came face to face with the one you hated most.
Jabber grinned at you, claws at the ready. You slammed your weapon into his side, wiping the smile off his face. You hit him over and over and over, leaving him a bloody mess on the ground.
You wiped sweat from your forehead and admired your handiwork. You turned around to leave, but a whine from Jabber caused you to look back.
âThank you, Y/N~â
Covered in blood and bruises, dream-Jabber still managed to speak, voice coated in ecstasy. He was rock hard and leaking through his pants. You felt a throb between your thighs, and you walked towards him.
That was the last thing that happened before you woke up furious.
You had to destroy the Raiders and get Jabber out of your head.
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Over the next few days, your anger dulled as your routine went back to normal.
Wake up, eat, defeat trash beasts.
Get back to HQ, eat, train, go to bed.
There were a few variations here and there, but nothing dangerous. You still hated the Raiders with a burning passion. Nothing could change that. However, falling into your usual routine put a blanket over your rage, keeping it quelled. It only flared up when Jabber entered your thoughts (which was more often than you liked).
During breakfast, Enjin got everyoneâs attention by standing on a table in the middle of the room and shouting.
âHey, everyone! Weâre all going out to town for dinner tonight. A celebration of all the hard work weâve been putting in lately!â
All of the Cleaners cheered, including you. Who could say no to a good meal?
The place Enjin selected was a nearby bar. You assumed it was picked so he had an excuse to drink, but you didnât really care. Their food was excellent- one of the best spots you had ever been to.
That night, the bar was filled with rowdy Cleaners chattering away and eating their fill. You sat with Riyo and Zanka, discussing your upcoming missions. For the first time in a while, you were completely content.
Unfortunately, it didnât last long.
A hush fell over the bar, the floorboards creaking with footsteps.
Who else could it be but Jabber?
âHaving a party without me? How cruelâŠâ
You readied yourself to attack, hand hovering over your instrument. The other Cleaners did the same, looming over Jabber and waiting for the chance to strike.
You stepped forward. This was your chance, and you were going to take it.
âOh, hey, Y/N! Just who I was looking for!â
You lunged towards Jabber, but before your instrument could make contact, a portal opened up in front of you and you fell straight through it.
Jabber waved goodbye, the portal closing behind him as he leapt in.
âPromise Iâm just borrowing Y/N! Theyâll be back soon. Or maybe not! Who knows~â
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You crashed onto the ground, scraping up your limbs. Attempting to regain control of your body, you stood up, wincing. Small scratches covered your hands and streaks of blood now stained your uniform.
âOh, that landing looked like a lot of fun⊠I should have tried that too!â
Jabber grabbed your hand and turned it to look at the wounds, smiling. You jerked it away, scratching his skin in the process. Good.
âWhat do you want from me?â
âI want you to join the Raiders, of course! That way I can fight with you whenever I want. You did something to me last timeâŠâ His voice lowered and he brought his face closer to yours, eyes darkened with desire.
âNever. I donât care what you want from me, okay? The Cleaners are my family.â
In a moment of recklessness, you banged your forehead against his and jumped backwards. It hurt, but hopefully it hurt him more than it hurt you. Jabber started to laugh.
âYouâre so fun! Letâs keep going!â He slid his claws onto his hands and began attacking, slashing at your throat repeatedly. You blocked each slice with your instrument, gradually becoming cornered.
Eventually, you saw a chance to get the upper hand and took it. Catching Jabber by surprise, you knocked his feet out from under him. Now on the ground, you pinned his arms down behind his back and tied them together with rope.
âOh, yeahâŠâ Jabber groaned.
âEnough.â You shoved the handle of your instrument into Jabberâs mouth to shut him up. He eagerly sucked on it, sliding his tongue over the surface.
âMmmghhâŠâ
He was unbelievable. In a situation like this, he still found a way to get himself off?
You threw a punch to his stomach, forcing him to choke on your instrument. His hips jerked up, making contact with your body in a way that made you shiver.
This was so dirty. A Raider pleasuring you? What were you doing?
Curious, you pressed yourself against Jabberâs cock. You moaned with delight. A sudden desire to feel him bare against you crossed your mind.
You were just using him. He didnât mean anything to you. You would knock him out and find your escape afterwards. Yes, that would work.
Jabber continued to suck greedily, imagining the instrument were your flesh. He wanted to choke on you while you left wounds all over his body. You were a source of entertainment and pleasure for him, and he wanted to get as much use out of you as possible before giving you up to his boss.
You ran your hands up and down your skin, embarassment gone from your body. Thinking about getting even with Jabber made you feel euphoric. Sliding your hand down your pants, you thought about how you would hurt Jabber when you finished.
Jabber watched, muffled sounds coming from his mouth. He wanted to tell you how shameful you were (and how much he liked it). His hands strained behind his back, ropes weakening from the scratches from his claws.
You hadnât realized his claws could still reach to cut the rope, and you were too lost in ecstasy to notice now.
âOh, Iâm going to kill you,â you said, breathless.
Your hand moved faster, trying to gain release as soon as possible. Jabber, excited by your words, bucked his hips against you again.
âAgain,â you cried, and Jabber obliged.
Searching for more, you stripped him of his bottoms and pressed directly against his leaking cock. You grabbed him by the base and squeezed tightly, pushing him over the edge.
His cum splattered all over your uniform and he spasmed wildly, choking on your instrument for the second time. You fell down onto him as you came, hand working between your thighs until exhaustion.
All the strength disappeared from your body. No matter. You would just wait until you recovered, give Jabber a good beating, and make your way out.
Jabberâs hand moved out from behind his back. He grabbed your instrument and yanked it out of his mouth. Startled, you tried to get up.
No good. You couldnât move a muscle.
âWow⊠you really know how to give a man a good time! My turn.â
Jabber injected you with some unknown substance, and you shrieked. He stood up, grabbed your arm, and dragged you across the floor.
âDonât worry! Weâll have fun.â
Your vision blurred.
âIâŠ. âm gonna kill⊠youâŠâ You mumbled. Jabber cackled.
âI hope you do!â
His laughter was the last thing you heard before everything faded to black.
summary : august needs to get your measurements while you sleep, but you just look so prettyâŠ
warnings/tags : smut, somnophilia (consensual), fingering, penetrative sex
authorâs note : made this short little fic for a friend (you know who you are.), hope some others can enjoy as well~
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August loved to give you gifts. He spent his whole life creating, making design after design and finding the perfect model for each one. When inspiration struck him, you were often on the receiving end. Your closet was full of his designs, from tops to skirts to hats and jewelry. He was always trying new things, and you loved him for it.
A couple of days ago, a new idea floated into his head and settled, forcing him to obsess over it.
He wanted to design you a dark, lacy babydoll top, detailed with ruffles and bows. He could perfectly imagine how it would look on your body, the features it would highlight and the ones it would hide. He would have started on the design already, but the sheet of paper he left your measurements on had gone missing.
It was entirely possible it got lost on his desk. His workspace was incredibly cluttered, but he frequently referenced your measurements so it couldnât have gotten that buried. When he first realized they were missing, he went around Cleaner HQ, shouting to see if anyone had gone into his office and moved things around. If anyone did, they didnât fess up to it.
It should have been a simple fix. Make a visit to your room and remeasure you, writing it down on something he would make sure not to misplace. The issue was how often you were gone. The first day, you were out on an all-day mission. The next, you took a trip with your team for âbondingâ.
August could not catch you. He didnât understand how it was possible he couldnât even see his own lover. Regardless, something had to be done about it.
That night, he crept into your room. You always left the door unlocked for him, reassuring him that you would be delighted to wake up to the sight of him. Still, he tried not to abuse the privilege too much.
Hovering over you, he slowly peeled back your blanket and gazed upon your body.
How perfect you were to him.
You laid there fast asleep, swimming in an oversized shirt, your legs completely bare except for a tiny pair of shorts that hugged your thighs tightly.
Instinctively, he reached down and set his hand on your waist, softly squeezing. You groaned in your sleep before flipping over, your shirt riding up in the process. August caught sight of your stomach and breathed in sharply.
No, this wasnât what he was here for.
He went back to his mission, pulling out a measuring tape and carefully wrapping it around your waist. Noting the measurement, he shifted the tape up to your chest. His hand brushed over you as he lined up the tape, a soft sigh emitting from your lips.
He looked over to see if you were awake. Your breathing fell back to its normal rhythm after only a few seconds. Seemingly, your sleep remained peaceful. Curious, he cupped your breast with his hand and kneaded it gently.
You stayed asleep. August jotted down the measurement and shoved his notes in his pocket. He had a new goal now.
He wanted to see how far he could go before you would wake up. In past discussions, you had seemed thrilled about the idea of waking up to him using you for his own pleasure. He hoped you still felt that way.
He swiftly moved on top of you, both breasts now being played with in his hands. He watched your reactions, your body occasionally twitching and whimpers being drawn from your mouth. A new kind of pleasure filled his senses, causing him to obsess over you in a way he never had previously.
Deciding to push the boundary even further, he spread your legs apart, stripping you of your bottoms. Your face scrunched and you slowly stirred. August was too busy between your thighs to notice.
He placed two fingers in front of your entrance before pushing them in, circling and curling it as if to reach everywhere he could inside of you. At the same time, he removed his pants, hard-on fully visible in his boxers.
You moaned, which sent a wave of panic through August.
âIâm sorry, baby,â he whispered, almost trying to hush you back to sleep.
ââs okayâŠâ you murmured, clenching around his fingers. âUse me.â
August kissed you on the forehead. You closed your eyes, melting into his touch. He continued to work his fingers in you until he was painfully hard, desperate to be inside of you.
Silently, he lined himself up before allowing you to swallow his cock. He held back a guttural moan, managing to make it all the way inside in one thrust. He began to move, the only sounds in the room being the ones of flesh against flesh, over, and over, and over.
August was, oddly enough, very quiet during sex. Now even more so, since he was trying to prevent you from fully waking up, but even during usual sexual activity, it was rare for him to make noise. Maybe he didnât want the entire world to know what he was up to. Or maybe he stayed silent for your sake. Whatever the reason, you liked it. You loved hearing the sounds of his body against yours and adored the times he attempted to hold back noise and failed.
A groan worked its way out of his throat and he picked up his pace, reaching a nearly inhuman level of speed. You stared up at him, eyes hooded with sleep.
âMmm⊠I love you, AugustâŠâ Your voice was rough and low, your words mumbled through your half-asleep state.
Seeing you lie there and take everything August was giving to you pushed him over the edge. He came deep inside of you, and you whined loudly.
âYou did so, so well, babyâŠâ he whispered. He laid down, cock still buried deep inside of you. You had gone back to your dreams, completely comfortable in his embrace. August pressed another kiss to your forehead before drifting off.
He would just have to finish measurements tomorrow.
hehehehehehe iâm back⊠with a other request⊠but this time for jabber!!!
iâve been getting into weed a littttttleeeeee but more so maybe a fic where jabber is high with reader and gets superrrr subby!!! if you arenât comfy with the idea of getting high just subby jabber!!! :)
hehe hihiii anon !! so happy you keep coming back <3 iâm not confident in my abilities to write a character high, so i opted to write jabber as under a random, nondescript substance- rest assured, he is still plenty subby!!
Addicted to You
jabber wonger x fem!reader
word count: 1.1k
summary: jabber tries a new substance and is unable to handle its effects on his ownâŠ
warnings/tags: smut, dom(reader)/sub(jabber), mention/use of drugs, jabber is under influence during sex, slight mention of blood, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m)
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It was rare for Jabber to be in anything but a lucid state. Any chance he got to try a new drug or toxin, he took.
So when he came across a new substance he had never tried, naturally, he injected it into himself without a second thought.
As his partner, you worried about his health. He had an insanely high resistance to anything toxic, but one of these days you swore heâd inject some insta-kill drug into his system and youâd come home to him dead on the floor. At the same time, you admittedly found his hazy, loopy behavior adorable.
Whatever he had taken had affected him more than normal. He was particularly clingy, kneeling at your side and refusing to move.
âY/NâŠâ he whined, hands roaming over your hips.
âDo you need something, Jabber?â You sat at your desk, writing reports for your boss. Jabber yanked your pen out of your hands and tossed it across the room.
âLetâs have some fun, âkay~? You should try this stuff. Itâs really good!â
âDarling, I have work to do. Weâll play after, okay?â You placed a hand over his before taking it off of your body, standing up to pick up the pen Jabber had so kindly thrown.
âMm, youâre no funâŠâ he pouted. When you sat back down, he put his claws on and began tracing shapes on your bare thigh. He was growing needier by the second.
You did your best to ignore him. Rewarding bad behavior was not your style. The clock ticked as your pen scribbled across paper.
âY/N, pleaseâŠâ His claws inched closer to your core. He watched your skin bounce back from each poke and drag he made. It looked so softâŠ
Unable to resist, Jabber leaned in and bit your thigh. You yelped, jerking backwards.
âJabber!â You hissed. It felt better than you expected, but you werenât going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
ââmssorryâŠâ He slurred out, going back to tracing along your skin.
âAre you sure you didnât drink along with whatever you took? Youâre acting even less in control than normal. Seriously, Jabber, are you okay?â You did a quick scan of his body, trying to identify any other odd behaviors. There were none, at least not externally.
âIâm fine, Y/N. I just need you⊠need to taste you, can I please taste you? Promise Iâll be good, I can be quiet, so so quiet, just need my mouth on youâŠâ He babbled about your thighs and his mouth and your taste and all of the things he âneededâ.
You grabbed his chin, leaning down to stare directly at him.
âYouâre that desperate, huh? Poor thing.â
He nodded furiously, hoping you would take pity on him.
âYou swear youâll be good? No toxins or claws, period?â
âYes, yes, Y/N I swear, I swear Iâll be so goodâŠâ He was nearly moaning, arousal dripping from each word he spoke.
âTake the claws off.â
Jabber obeyed, setting the claws on your desk.
âGood boy. Iâm going to take something off, too. If you stay quiet while I work, you can taste all you want.â
You slid your panties off, only a skirt covering your lower half. Jabber thought about stealing your underwear for later use, but you were too observant for him to do so.
âIf you misbehave, you get punished. Understand?â
âYes maâam,â Jabber groaned, imagining all the ways you could make him hurt. Your punishments were what his dreams were made of.
Without saying another word, you returned to writing. Jabber could hear every scratch of your pen.
Something about this substance made him more sensitive than usual. All of the sounds in the room were amplified, and each touch of your skin was electric. He couldnât even fathom how a swift kick from you might affect him in this state.
Surely he would find out soon. He positioned himself between your thighs, licking a long stripe up your leg. You shivered, doing your best to ignore it.
âYou taste so goodâŠâ
You pulled your leg out and landed a kick to Jabberâs stomach. He whimpered, pain and pleasure radiating through his body.
âQuiet.â
To silence himself, Jabber placed his mouth on your inner thigh, sucking deeply. You bit back a moan, turning your attention back to your report.
Jabber ran circles over your skin as he sucked, savoring your taste. You always tasted delicious, but today even more so.
He switched to the other thigh, giving you a matching mark. When he was satisfied with his work, he grabbed your legs and pulled you forward, burying his face under your skirt. He wrapped his lips around your clit and made out with it.
âOhâŠâ You gasped. Something had possessed Jabber, making him drunk on you and only you. He had never failed to please you before, but this was overwhelmingly good.
Attempting to take control of the situation, you grabbed Jabberâs head and detached him from you. He pouted, slick coating his lips.
He was so pretty.
âI said taste, not devour. Beg for it and maybe Iâll change my offer.â
Jabber wasted no time in following your command.
âY/N, please, you taste so divine, I need more, need to eat you out so well, need to lap up everything youâll give me. Please? Iâve behaved, havenât I?â
You sighed, finally accepting that the report would have to wait. Spreading your legs wide, you lifted your skirt up to reveal yourself to Jabber.
âEat.â
Jabber shoved his tongue inside of you, swirling it around to coat it with the taste of you. He kissed and licked and sucked, memorizing your taste. You twitched uncontrollably. He knew all of your weak spots and exploited them mercilessly.
Unintentionally, your foot shot out and kicked him.
âMmmhhâŠâ Jabber felt precum leak from his tip. He started roughly jerking himself off, pants now fallen down to his knees.
Between moans, you taunted Jabber.
âSuch a filthy, disgusting slut. Getting off on pain like that. One of these days, Iâll- ah- make you hurt so bad you canât handle it.â
Jabber pressed his tongue flat against you in response before pushing it back inside.
âMmm⊠moreâŠâ You gripped Jabberâs shoulder, drawing blood from his skin. This pushed Jabber over the edge, cum shooting onto the tiled floor. He rubbed his cock until it went soft, at which point he took his fingers and slid them inside of you. He only had to curl them once before you came, your orgasm tearing you apart.
âJabber-!â you shouted, squeezing his fingers tightly. He happily drank from you, licking you clean.
Tears stung the corners of your eyes and your thoughts were cloudy. You slumped in your chair, all of the strength drained from your body at once.
Jabber, who was still under the influence of whatever substance he had taken, started to kiss your thighs again.
âHey-!â
âMm⊠âm sorry⊠need more, Y/N, canât I have moreâŠ?â
Your heart ached at the sight of him, and you knew you were in for a long night.
Hear m out! A sort of enemies to lovers (one-sided enemies) between Follo and Giverfem!reader. Where Follo 'hates' her because she refuses to be helped in mission. Reader is quite shy in fact and actually has a crush on him and just does what she does to impress him!
Just had this idea and wanted to request it if it's fine. I love how you write!
hello anon !! thank you for the compliment, iâm glad you like my writing heehee
been working on this one for the past couple of days, something about it hasnât been clicking quite right to me but i think iâve got it to where iâm alright with it ! i hope you enjoy ~
Equal Footing
follo tunito x fem!Giver!reader
word count : 3.5k
summary : follo canât stand that you wonât stop protecting him during battles. youâre only doing it because you like him, but he doesnât know that (even though he definitely should).
warnings/tags : angst, suggestive, âenemiesâ (one-sided) to lovers, not proofread (my apologies)
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Yet again, Follo didnât do anything during a mission.
Tomme kept records. Gris provided battle support. Follo did⊠nothing.
He tried providing support. Any chance he could get to fight, he would take.
But someone would always leap in front, taking away his fight.
You.
No matter where he was on the battle field relative to you, you always ended up in front of him. If Follo didnât know how your vital instrument worked, he would swear your ability was teleportation.
After fending off whatever beast was in front of you, you glanced back at Follo before dashing off.
Were you belittling him? Looking down upon him just because he was a Supporter?
Each time it happened, he grew more and more upset. He was currently at the training center, launching attack after attack on a dummy.
âCareful there, Follo. Youâre gonna kill the poor guy.â Gris held the dummy for stability while Follo threw jabs at it.
âSo what if I do? This is the only place I can actually kill anything.â He raised his leg and kicked straight in the center, Gris holding tight to avoid toppling over.
âYâknow, itâs the job of the Givers to protect us. If you donât engage in battle, thatâs actually a good thing.â
âGris, what if I get a vital instrument? How will I protect others if I canât get battle experience?â Follo placed his hands on his knees, panting as he recovered from his aggressive attacks.
âYouâve shown before that you know how to fight. Iâm sure youâll have to do so again soon, anyway. Y/N wonât always be there to protect you.â
Annoyed, Follo stormed out, leaving Gris alone.
âThat kidâŠâ Gris muttered, shaking his head.
How could he be so dense?
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That night, Follo went to the common room to play cards with some other Cleaners. He groaned internally when he saw you.
Why were you here?
He wanted nothing to do with you.
You made eye contact with Follo and instantly looked away.
Seriously, what was your problem? You couldnât even stand looking at someone so weak- was that it?
Trying to ignore your presence, Follo sat down on the couch and began chatting with other Cleaners who dealed him in to the current game.
Of course, you were playing too.
âY/N, great job on that last mission. Heard you took out majority of the beasts,â Bro said, looking at his hand and trying to figure out his next move.
âOh, thank you! Really, though, I couldnât have done it without the help of my team.â
You looked at Follo, who was focused on organizing his cards.
You had a huge, fat crush on Follo. Riyo knew it. Enjin knew it.
Even Rudo, who never picked up on that kind of stuff, knew it.
Everyone knew it.
Except for Follo himself.
You constantly stole glances of him, any time or place.
Cafeteria?
You were watching him eat.
Training center?
You were eyeing his body while he worked out.
In the van?
You always tried to sit next to him so you could feel his warmth.
You really, really liked the man. His determination and strength were what made you fall for him. His good looks played no small part either.
The issue was you were terrible at conveying your feelings. You were simply too nervous.
Instead, you enacted a plan to make Follo fall for you and confess first: Show off your skills on the battlefield and impress him.
It⊠wasnât working.
Maybe it would work better if you actually spoke to him at all. The most you could muster was a small look at him before darting off.
âHasnât Y/N been great, Follo?â Enjin asked, trying to spark conversation.
âMm⊠I guessâŠâ Follo mumbled.
Yeah, you were great. Great at taking away the only thing he enjoyed doing.
Enjin sensed some tension from Follo, but chose to ignore it, putting an arm around him.
âExactly! Sheâs been awesome ever since we got her on the team. Oh, crap! That reminds meâŠâ
Follo looked up from his cards.
âSemiu said we have a very small cleanup to get done tomorrow. We have a few bigger ones at the same time, so everyoneâs busy, but she said we could put you and Y/N out on the small mission together. Seriously, itâs like- one minor beast or somethinâ. That okay?â
âN-â
âSure!â You said, now vibrating with excitement. You and Follo aloneâŠ? This would be the perfect chance to speak to him!
âGreat! You head out first thing tomorrow morning. Remember to call us on your chokers if ya need anything, okay? We may be busy, but a fellow Cleaner in need always takes precedence. For now, letâs continue the game!â
Folloâs thoughts were clouded with gloom and irritation all night. Him and you aloneâŠ? What a joke.
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The mission was so close that you and Follo could walk, so thatâs exactly what you did the next morning.
âFeels a little warmer than usual, huh?â
âYeah.â
âI kind of like it. Warmer weather always makes me feel warm too, you know?â
âI guess.â
âSorry, Iâm probably rambling- you ready for the mission?â
âYep.â
Follo gave you nothing but one-word answers, your confidence dwindling with each response you received.
He knew he was being a jerk. He felt a little bad when you went silent, but you had been infuriating him for weeks.
Up ahead, you saw a mass slowly moving across the terrain.
âThat must be itâŠ! Iâll go get it!â
âHey, wait-â
You sprinted off, forcing Follo to chase after you. He was not going to let you do everything again.
Charging forward, you activated your vital instrument, preparing to strike.
The sooner I get this done, the more time Iâll have to talk with FolloâŠ!
The beast swerved, heading straight for Follo. He grabbed his hammer and raised it to strike.
The beast melted onto the ground right in front of his eyes.
No.
No, no, no.
You stood there, wiping your instrument off.
âThey werenât kidding when they said it was a small cleanup, huh?â
This could not be happening again.
Frustration settled in Folloâs core, a cord snapping somewhere inside his body. Tears pricked his eyes and his stomach twisted horribly.
âDo you think Iâm weak?â
You stopped in your tracks.
ââŠwhat?â
âYou think Iâm weak, donât you?â
âFollo, of course not. Youâre so strong.â
âYouâre lying,â he mumbled, gripping his hammer tight.
âHey, are you okay? Did something happen- do we need to call Eishia?â You started walking forward again, worried, but Follo stepped back.
âHow could something have happened to me?â His voice was quiet, cracking with anger.
âHow could anything have happened to me?â His voice raised, slowly turning into a yell.
âY/N, I canât do anything. You wonât let me!â
âHey, Follo-â
âIâm not a child, you know?! Itâs my job to provide backup! So why wonât you let me? Iâm useless now! May as well quit the Cleaners. Whatâs the point, when all I do is stand around?â
Hot tears ran down his face, his words only coming between broken sobs.
âAll- All I want is to help. To fight. To prove to myself that Iâm useful even without a vital instrument. But Iâm not, am I? Iâm just a weak Supporter proving everyone right.â
He turned around, facing the direction you came from.
âIâm going back by myself. Find your own way.â
Folloâs figure grew smaller and smaller as you stood there, flooded with guilt and unable to move.
What were you supposed to do now?
All you had wanted was to impress Follo and keep him safe. You didnât mean to take away his job.
You had always gotten praised for doing your job so well. You never could have imagined that would be a problem.
âOh, FolloâŠâ you murmured, feeling horrible for him.
It wasnât right of him to yell at you like that. Regardless of your feelings for Follo, it still hurt you.
But you should have been a little more attentive to him instead of running off after every fight. Maybe- Maybe if you had actually gathered the courage to talk to him, this wouldnât have happened.
Follo was long gone from your sight. You headed in the direction of HQ, determined to have a real conversation with Follo.
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Follo entered HQ by himself, which made Semiu raise her eyebrows.
âFollo, whereâs-â
Follo took off to his room before she could finish her sentence. Semiu scoffed, irritated.
She called you on your choker, and you picked up almost immediately.
âHey, Y/N. Follo just made it back to HQ- without you. Where are you at?â
âSorry, Semiu. We completed the mission, but we had a little fight⊠Iâll be back soon, okay?â
âGot it.â Semiu ended the call, returning to her work. As long as you were safe, she didnât care what kind of drama was happening between you and Follo.
Follo, who had just made it to his room, was now banging his head against his desk, cursing himself.
He couldnât believe he let his emotions take over like that. He wasnât happy with you, but yelling like that was uncalled for. Not to mention crying in front of you- if you thought he was weak before, surely you thought even less of him now.
Honestly, now that he had spilled his guts out, he wasnât even sure if you thought he was weak. What if he just built it all up in his head? You were just doing your job, protecting your team while getting rid of beasts.
No, it couldnât have only been his imagination. You always protected Follo specifically, not providing nearly the same level to the rest of your team. There was no good reason for you to do that unless you thought Follo needed additional protection.
Trying to think about it worsened Folloâs current headache. He pressed his cheek to his desk, feeling the cool wood against his skin. It helped ground him, if only a little.
He should probably try and speak to you regarding what happened. He didnât even know how you felt since he bolted pretty much right after he yelled at you. You probably thought he was pathetic, and to a certain degree, he couldnât deny that.
Folloâs thoughts ran in endless circles. He started drifting off to sleep- until a knock on his door jolted him upright. He opened the door to see you standing there. The irritation from earlier started to rise again, clawing its way up his throat.
âWhy are you here?â His voice was grainy, throat roughed up from sobbing. You looked at Folloâs face and saw what a mess it was. Tear stains covered his cheeks, his eyes now dry and red. His entire body trembled ever so slightly, weakened and tired.
âCan we talk? Are you- are you okay?â
âIâm fine,â Follo croaked out, opening his door for you to come in. You accepted the silent invitation, stepping in.
You had dreamt about being in Folloâs room before.
But not like this.
Follo was doing his best to shove the irritation back so his feelings could stop controlling his every word, but it was difficult. Seeing you stand there reminded him of how strong you were and how you took down that beast so quickly earlier. It reminded him of how weak he was. How weak he would always be.
âSorry you have to see me like this. Even weaker than you thought, huh?â
âWould you stop that?!â You shouted, shocking yourself and Follo.
âStop saying youâre weak. Please,â Your voice softened as you stepped closer to him.
âI am, though. Why else would you protect me so often?â
âBecause I-!â You halted your words, blushing.
âAll Iâll say is that I care about you. Listen- Iâm sorry I took away your job. I know how important it is to you. It wasnât right of me to constantly give up my position on the battlefield solely to protect you.â
You paused for a moment, heart pounding with anxiety.
âBut! It also wasnât right of you to shout at me for it. That really hurt, you know?â Tears stung your eyes and you blinked them away.
Startled, Follo grabbed your hand, holding it between his. He hated seeing people cry. Your eyes widened, locked onto the sight of his hand holding yours.
âIâm sorry, Y/N. Sorry for yelling.â
The room was quiet, both of you unsure of what to say next. Follo absentmindedly squeezed your hand, fingers brushing against your skin.
He was struggling to decipher the things you had just told him. His hazy, post-outburst state made it difficult to think. You couldnât stand the silence.
âI should go.â You broke away from Follo, reaching for the door.
âCan we talk again soon?â Follo looked at you hopefully.
The thought that his anger may have subside made you brighten.
âSure. See you, Follo.â
You left. For a moment, Follo stood there, hands still extended as if he were reaching for yours. He slowly placed them back at his sides and laid in bed.
âWhat am I doing?â He murmured, eyelids growing heavier by the second.
Follo drifted off to sleep, hoping his mind would be clearer by tomorrow.
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When Follo woke up, all of the events of yesterday slammed into him at once.
He had an outburst during your mission.
You apologized. He apologized. You told him you care about him. He grabbed your hand.
Out of everything, the most baffling piece of information was that you cared about him. Why?
He spent a lot of time around you, but you were far from friends. He couldnât recall a single time he had spoken to you and been nice.
Follo made his way through his morning routine, zoned out the entire time. He only snapped out of it when Gris shouted his name in the cafeteria, making him drop his fork.
âFollo, whatâs up with you? Mission not go well?â
âWell, no⊠but thatâs not exactly itâŠâ
âTalking things out usually makes them more clear. Whatâs on your mind?â
Follo picked up his fork again and played with his food, stabbing random places on the plate.
âWhy does Y/N care about me?â
Gris choked on his drink. Follo looked up, tilting his head.
âHow- You finally figured it out?â
âHuh? Figured what out?â
âThat she likes you! Thatâs what you were talking about, right?â
âShe what?â
Oops. Guess thatâs not what he meant. Gris cleared his throat, grasping for a way to explain.
âI mean- I thought- Follo, what happened yesterday?â
Follo relayed the events of yesterday, Grisâ words replaying in the back of his mind the entire time.
âShe apologized for constantly getting in front of me, and when I asked why me, she only said that she cared about-â
It finally clicked. Folloâs mouth hung open. He slapped a hand over his eyes, realizing the massive misunderstanding he created for himself.
âGris, Iâm so blindâŠâ
âWellâŠâ Gris couldnât exactly argue with that statement.
Really, it was fascinating how everyone had known about your crush on Follo except for Follo.
I have to go talk to her, Follo thought, finishing his meal and exiting the cafeteria without another word.
Gris smiled as he watched him go.
âGood luck, kid!â He called out.
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You were doing some stretches when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway. It could have been anyone, but you convinced yourself it was Follo and cracked your door open to check.
Sure enough, Follo was making his way towards your room. He couldnât have been after anyone else- your quarters were at the very end of the hallway. You opened the door wider, Follo spotting you and moving faster.
You waved, stepping into the hall to greet him.
âDo you like me?â Follo blurted out.
You froze and flushed red, which was all the confirmation he needed. What an idiot he was.
âY/N, I am so, so sorry. It was already wrong of me to yell at you, but to know you were trying to protect me because you-â
âItâs okay, Follo. Donât- donât say anything about it. Please. Pretend you didnât learn anything, okay? Weâll just forget this whole this happened, actually. Iâll be less overprotective during missions, and you wonât say a word about what you know. Okay?â
This was not what you thought Follo wanted to discuss when he asked if the two of you could âtalk again soonâ. Whether Follo figured it out himself or someone else told him, you didnât care. You knew Follo didnât like you the same way, so the sooner he forgot about this, the better.
âAre you sure itâs okay? Seriously, Iâve been unbelievably nasty-â
âYes! Itâs fine. Now letâs just keep our distance for a while, okay? Let our feelings settle.â You turned away from Follo, going back into your room without making eye contact.
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Follo couldnât stop following you with his gaze.
During the day, he started to notice things about you. How you ate, how you spoke, how you walked. The way you looked when you were focused, or excited, or lost in thought. Every detail of your body was catalogued in his mind.
At night, he dreamt about you. Dreamt of teaming up with you for a battle, knocking out a beast so you could kill it. Afterwards, you would go out for dinner, staring into each otherâs eyes and holding hands across the table like lovers.
Returning from the mission, he would take you by the hand and lead you into his room to spend the night with him.
It drove him mad.
Had you always been this enchanting?
You, on the other hand, kept your head down when you saw Follo. You couldnât stand his stares. His silent judgements of you weighed you down, made you more and more anxious by the day.
Something had to give, and it did.
Enjin put you and Follo on a mission together. Alone.
You tried privately requesting a change, or at least another person on the mission, but Enjin said they didnât have anyone else available.
He was lying, of course, but you didnât have to know that. He just wanted to see something finally happen between you and Follo. The tension was killing him.
On the day of the mission, you swore Folloâs stares were even more intense.
You trudged through the desert beside him, the heat amplifying your anxiety.
He wasnât even trying to hide his staring at this point. It was blatant. In fact, Follo tripped over a rock because he was staring at you instead of at the path in front of him, which was your final straw.
âWould you stop staring at me?!â You yelled, finally meeting his eyes.
âIâm sorry that I have a crush on you and didnât know how to handle it. I still donât, but if you want to judge me, at least do it in front of me, okay? Go ahead. Point and laugh.â
âIâm not judging you,â Follo said calmly, which bothered you. How was he so relaxed?
âThen why wonât you stop looking at me?â
âBecause-â
You interjected before Follo could continue his sentence, your worries now controlling you.
âBecause youâre judging me. I know it, okay? So just-â
âBecause Iâm obsessed with you! All day, every day, for the past week. What is Y/N wearing today? Whatâs she doing? Who is she talking to? Youâre even invading my dreams! I canât stand it.â
You blinked, Folloâs words just barely registering to you.
âSo you like me?â You pointed at Follo, watching him grapple with your words.
âDo I? I-â
âYou do. You have to. Why else would you be thinking about me like that? Thatâs how I think of you, anyway.â
âBut I-â
You grabbed Follo, kissing him passionately. You pulled away within a few seconds, your cheeks warming.
âSorry. Had to know what that was like.â You pressed your thumb against his lips, considering going back in for another kiss but ultimately deciding against it. One sudden kiss was plenty, even if your body craved more.
The feeling of your lips lingered on his.
âCan we do that again?â He asked, already reaching for your neck to pull him in.
One sudden kiss was not enough.
Follo gripped your waist, easily melting into the kiss.
You ran a hand through his hair, trailing the other down his back. He slid his hands up your body, tongue running against your lips at the same time. You moaned into his mouth.
It took all of your willpower to separate yourself from Follo.
âWe still have a mission to complete,â you whispered, pouting.
âAfter, then?â
âAfter,â you agreed.
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The mission was a success. Follo knocked out some small beasts, ecstatic at the chance to finally do some real damage.
Once the beasts were gone, you walked up to Follo, seeing a wide grin on his face.
âIâm sorry I ever took this away from you.â
âItâs okay. Weâre all good now, right?â
âRight.â You kissed his cheek, taking his hand in yours.
âLetâs continue this back at base.â
Follo happily let you lead him back.
He thought about all of the dramatics of the past few days and laughed.
Hii can you do follo x fem giver reader where he first meets the cleaners and also reader enjjn puts follo under reader to train him which she is hard on him and mean since shes hard on the newbies at first until gris just comforts him and saying not to take it harshly and sheâll warm up and she does they catch feelings maybe follo first and a yearning smut please (srry this is allat đđ take your time if you need!!)
hello hello~! apologies for the wait, i took a break from writing during the week and then got a little carried away with this one⊠not as much yearning as i had hoped for, but i do still hope you enjoy !
Rookie Mistake
follo tunito x fem!Giver!reader
word count : 5.6k
summary : follo joins the cleaners, with you as his trainer. despite how hard you are on him, he canât help but be infatuated with you anyway.
warnings/tags : smut, oral (m receiving), masturbation (f), mention of bruises/injury, grinding, lot of words and not a lot of proofreading
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Follo watched in awe at the sight in front of him.
A horde of trash beasts roared, charging straight for a group of four people.
âWow⊠what a treat! I totally could have gotten this all by myself. In fact, I think I will!â
One of them took a pair of scissors out of her pouch. She tossed them and leapt forward. The tool grew in size, and she seemed to control it with her⊠feet? She hacked and slashed, taking the monsters down like they were nothing.
Another dashed forward, seemingly swept up by the beasts before Follo watched them go down, one by one.
âNo fair, Riyo! Gotta leave some to the rest of us!â The blonde-haired man was visible again, tattoos peeking out from underneath his uniform.
Then there was you.
Something about you was incredibly alluring to Follo. Once he saw you, he couldnât take his eyes off of you. You said something to the remaining individual (who wore a slightly different outfit) before sprinting towards the back of the beast horde, unleashing your vital instrument and crumbling the creatures to bits.
Follo knew what you were as soon as your uniform logo caught his eye.
You were the Cleaners. The group he had wanted to join for years. He felt like he was unable since no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât develop a vital instrument, butâŠ
When it seemed safe enough, Follo ran in front of the group.
âYou guys are Cleaners, right?â
âSure are,â you said. You looked the boy over. He was fairly muscular⊠and quite cute, if you did say so yourself.
âI- I donât have a vital instrument, so I may be useless, but if thereâs anything I could do⊠please let me join!â
He bowed his head sincerely, causing Enjin to laugh. You and Riyo gave him an odd look, forcing him to explain himself.
âSorry, sorryâŠ! Iâm not laughing at you, kid. Iâve just never seen someone ask so formally to join us. Weâll have to test you, but if you pass, you can join no problem. Come back with us. We need more Supporters, anyway. I think the boss is at HQ, so we can get you tested right away.â
Folloâs eyes sparkled. This was his chance, and he wasnât going to miss it.
He left with the Cleaners and didnât look back.
-
Completing all of the necessary tests made Follo dizzy. First, he was given a physical examination. Then, he was questioned on his basic abilities (reading, writing, even drawing?). He had to fight one of the Cleaners, which he didnât do so well with. He had never been in a real fight, so his technique was lousy.
When he thought there couldnât possibly be any more, Enjin guided him to a room and started explaining.
âThis is the bossâs office. Heâs already heard about you, so he just wants to talk to ya and see what your motivations are. Sounds intimidating, but I promise it isnât.â
Yeah, right. Talking to the boss of the Cleaners the very day he had asked to join? Couldnât get scarier than that.
Follo entered the room and the boss turned around, smiling.
âHello, Follo. Iâve heard a lot about you. My name is Corvus.â He stepped out from behind his desk, making Follo realize just how large he was. Follo swallowed thickly, sweat beading on his forehead.
Could he really do this?
Corvus gestured to the couch, a teacup placed on the low table.
âSit,â he said, taking his own seat as he spoke.
âI made some tea, if youâd like.â
Follo sat down nervously. He carefully lifted the cup to his lips, taking a small sip.
âI heard youâd like to join us. Why is that?â
Follo breathed shakily, trying his best to gather his thoughts.
âWell, I- Corvus, sir, Iâd like to call this place home. Like I said to the Cleaners earlier, I donât have a vital instrument- actually, I have something Iâm hoping to make into a vital instrument, but nothingâs happened yet⊠anyways- I donât have a vital instrument, but I see the work you all do and it inspires me to do more with my life. So, if thereâs any way at all that I could help, I would be so very grateful.â
Corvus smiled.
âSounds like plenty of good reason to me. Welcome to the Cleaners, Follo. Weâre glad to have you.â
Folloâs eyes widened. Did he seriously make it inâŠ?
âWeâll need to train you, of course, but thereâs plenty you can do here. Many of our members donât have vital instruments. You could become a Supporter. They help up record information on trash beasts, provide backup in battle, and generally make the lives of the Givers easier. Sound good to you?â
âYes! Yes, of course!â Follo shouted, standing up. He bowed to Corvus, nearly reaching a 90 degree angle.
âThank you. I promise Iâll do my best!â
That evening, a feast was held in the cafeteria to celebrate the new addition to the Cleaners.
You sat down next to Follo, who was currently surrounded by Cleaners asking him questions and welcoming him to the crew.
âHey.â You said, taking a bite of your food.
Follo watched as you ate, eyes following your every move. He didnât know it was possible for someone to look so beautiful while eating.
âOh- hello! You were in the group I met earlier! Iâm Follo. Itâs nice to meet you!â
He held out his hand, but you ignored it, causing his confidence to take a hit.
âIâm Y/N. Enjin says Iâll be training you starting tomorrow. Gotta get you trained as soon as possible so we can have you on future missions. You gonna be ready?â
âYesâŠ! Iâll be ready!â Follo exclaimed, and you finally returned his handshake, smiling.
âGreat. See you tomorrow morning.â
âSee you-â You left before Follo could finish his goodbye, switching to sit with your regular team once again.
âThatâs weirdâŠâ someone near Follo mumbled.
âNever seen Y/N be so⊠formal? Sheâs one of the warmest people I know.â
Follo was confused. If you werenât normally like this, what made him any different? Were you trying to haze him?
Whatever the case, it distracted him for the rest of the celebration.
-
You made it back to your room and started mentally kicking yourself. Why didnât you shake his hand when he held it out? He probably thought you were a jerk! You left before he finished speaking, too!
You didnât know why you put on a cool demeanor with him. Something about how sweet and pretty he was just made you want to look strong in his eyes. You wanted him to think you were the coolest of all the Cleaners, to remember you specifically out of everyone.
When you had made it back to your teamâs table at the feast, Enjin started making fun of how stiffly you spoke to Follo. They had all seen it happen, and none of them gave you a pass. Worst of all, you werenât able to explain your true intentions. How could you, when they were so silly?
You reviewed some notes Enjin had given you about how to train Follo, curling up in bed soon after and drifting off to sleep.
You had to be prepared for tomorrow, after all.
-
Follo overslept.
To be fair, you never told him a specific time for training. You just said the morning.
So when you knocked on Folloâs door at 7AM, he was jolted awake from a deep slumber. He opened the door and saw you, which was when the panic started to set in.
âTraining started at 6:30. Itâs 7. Youâre late.â
âI-Iâm so sorry, I had no ideaâŠ! Give me a few seconds and Iâll be ready!â
He shut the door in your face and you heard the sounds of him running around, changing clothes, and splashing water in his face.
He got ready surprisingly fast, swinging the door back open and looking at you.
âAll ready now! Lead the way.â
The training grounds were large and completely empty. There were a few dummies in one area, but most of the area must have been used for practice battles against a real person (at least, thatâs what it seemed like to Follo).
You walked a few paces ahead, stopping and turning to face Follo. You readied your fists and took up a fighting stance.
âIâm going to come at you, and youâre going to defend yourself. Okay?â
Follo got into an offensive position and nodded. You sprung forward, startling him with how quickly you moved. You landed a punch to his chest, causing him to wince.
âWhereâs your fight?â You taunted, irritating him. He brashly swung a fist in your direction, which you easily dodged.
âDonât just swing your fists around aimlessly. You have to have a plan.â
The lesson continued until Follo collapsed onto the ground, unable to fight anymore.
âYou definitely need some work. Good strength, but you donât know how to use it. Weâll start with basic maneuvers after a short break.â
A short break? Follo was spent already! He was about to protest, but he saw you lean against the wall and wipe sweat from your forehead. Clearly, you were working hard. He would have to do that too.
âIâm ready!â Follo shouted just a few moments later, and your training resumed.
-
After a few weeks, Follo felt like he was on deathâs door. He was eating breakfast with Gris, a supporter he had become friends with on his first week with the Cleaners.
âI think sheâs trying to kill me. I- I want her to be proud of me, you know? But I donât think sheâs ever given me a compliment. Not even a small one!â
Follo slumped in his seat. He could feel his body ache, could locate where every bruise on his body was based off feeling alone.
âYeah⊠I agree it sounds rough, but donât worry too much. Y/N is probably just being hard on you because she wants you to perform so well on the field. Itâs dangerous out there, you know? Especially for people like us who canât properly kill the trash beasts.â
He took a sip of his drink before continuing.
âDonât take it personal, okay? Y/N clearly respects you. When training comes to a close, I guarantee sheâll warm up in her attitude towards you. For now, she seems to be in âwork modeâ.â
âI hope youâre right⊠and I hope training ends soon. Itâs getting harder and harder to move each day.â
Gris patted his back reassuringly. The two of them switched topics and continued to eat until time for Follo to head off to afternoon training.
You greeted him on the grounds with a wave.
âWeâre going to try another practice battle.â
You barely gave Follo time to prepare before striking. Regardless, Follo was still ready enough to dodge your attack and launch one of his own.
After some back-and-forth, Follo pulled out his final move. He suddenly shoved you to the ground, falling down on top of you. He grabbed your hands and placed them above your head, restraining you so you couldnât fight back. He pinned your legs between his the best he could to stop you from kicking.
âYouâŠâ you assessed his state and yours, and a huge smile crossed your face.
âYou did it, Follo! You got me down on the ground! I think youâre finally ready to get field experience!â
Follo blushed, caught off guard by how radiant your smile was. He became hyper-aware of his position over top of you and let go. Since he had already won, you didnât bother continuing the fight.
âIâll ask Enjin and Semiu about upcoming missions and see if there are any we can get you on.â You jumped up, stretching out your hand. Follo took it, but instead of you shaking his hand, you pulled him forward into a hug.
Follo froze into place. Was this the same person who had been so harsh for weeks?
You let go, taking a few steps back.
âSorry- habit⊠Iâm usually quite touchy with the other Cleaners. Do you mind?â
âNo it- itâs fine,â Follo muttered, the feel of your body against his still vivid in his mind.
âGreat! Well, I have to go talk to the others. Take the rest of the day off, âkay? See ya!â
Follo did as you said. He took a shower, letting the hot water run over him and ease his aches. Afterwards, he switched into casual clothes, opting to rest in bed for the next few hours.
He could not figure you out.
You were so cold to him that he was sure you disliked him, especially since you only acted that way with him. He saw you at mealtimes sitting with your team. You were a completely different person, laughing and chatting like you hadnât just been telling Follo he was weak an hour before.
When you treated him so coldly, it only made him want to try harder, though. He longed for your praise, wished you would reward him for all his hard work. Getting that praise today broke something in his brain. Any frustration he may have had with you melted into nothing, and all he could think about was how he wanted you to say more. To hold him for longer. To touch him everywhere, to press harder against him.
I must be going crazy, he thought.
You were beautiful- there was no doubt about that. But there was no way that alone could have put him under such a strong spell. He had been attracted to you since the first day he saw you. After spending time with you, that attraction only grew. He was a little hurt by your treatment of him, but not enough to be turned off of you completely. Besides, things seem to have changed. Maybe now that you were on more equal footing, Follo could get closer to you.
Follo thought about you for the rest of the evening, eventually coming out to have dinner with Gris. He had a plan to get closer to you, and it would start tomorrow.
-
You jumped up and down excitedly in your room, giggling to yourself.
âHe did itâŠ!â
Follo wasnât the first newbie you had trained, but he was your favorite (although youâd never admit that out loud). You were confident heâd be able to beat you in a fight eventually, but didnât think it would happen so soonâŠ!
You flopped onto your bed and kicked your feet like a little girl. Feeling overjoyed when your trainees were ready to go on missions was normal, but this was on another level. You hoped he would be assigned to missions with you. Feeling his eyes on you while you fought was so pleasant. You loved how awestruck he got when you pulled a new move or caught him off guard. Impressing him was your new favorite activity.
Calming down for a second, your mind wandered back to the hug you had given him earlier. He was so warm. His body so firm against yours.
âI want to do that againâŠâ you mumbled, hugging your pillow to your chest. It wasnât the same, but you did your best to imagine it was.
Snapping back to reality, you flushed red and tossed the pillow.
Crazy, crazyâŠ! You must be going crazy. Shaking your head (as if that would take the thoughts away), you tried distracting yourself with more⊠normal thoughts. Enjin and Semiu said there werenât any current missions for Follo to join, but they would keep you posted. It was rare to have an actual break. Perhaps Follo was lucky. Maybe heâd actually be able to heal up before heading out on the fieldâŠ
A pang of guilt hit you. You knew injury was only natural when training for battle. Still, you couldnât help but feel bad for the man. He was probably bruised all over.
Sighing, you curled up and began to mentally run through your routine now that training with Follo would be less frequent. Slowly, your thoughts faded out and your eyelids closed, sleep drifting over and taking hold.
-
The next day, you sat at your usual table for breakfast, conversing with Riyo about ways to change up your hairstyle. Footsteps approached you, getting louder and louder.
âIs it okay if I sit with you guys today?â
Follo held a plate of food in his hand, standing tall and attempting to hide the anxiety he was feeling.
âSure! Youâll probably be joining us for our next mission anyway, so may as well get familiar with the crew.â Enjin offered a seat next to him and Follo took it, wincing slightly as he sat.
âEverything okay?â Enjin held an arm behind Follo to stop him in case he fell backwards. Luckily, he didnât.
âYeah- just a little bruised up⊠I should recover soon, though! Iâll definitely be ready for missions.â
âNo worries, take all the time you need. Y/Nâs training is rough. Bet she beat you mercilessly, huh?â
Follo laughed, nodding.
âYou could say that.â
Your cheeks turned scarlet. Were you really that bad?
âSorry, Follo⊠I get a little carried away. Sometimes pushing someone to their limits is the only way for them to get stronger, you know? Promise Iâll go easier now that youâve proven yourself.â
âItâs okay, donât worry about it! Seriously, Iâm fine.â
Follo felt bad seeing you apologize. All the complaints he made to Gris meant nothing now.
âIf youâre having trouble sitting down, Iâd say she was too rough. No need to make her feel better, yeah? She always gets like this. She may have even gone harder this time.â
You wished a hole would swallow you up. Or that Enjin would stop talking.
Enjin shutting up would probably be an easier feat. Probably.
âAlright, Enjin, enough of that. So, Follo. Howâs life with the Cleaners been?â
Follo told Riyo and the rest of you about the friends he had made and how much he enjoyed it here. You listened intently, smiling at him.
During your meal, Follo would occasionally glance over and make eye contact with you, turning the other way immediately after.
Was he scared of you?
He was initially impressed with you. Did it morph into fear�
Your crew soon broke off, going their separate ways for the day. Your worries consumed you, and by early afternoon, you couldnât take it anymore.
Stepping in front of Folloâs door, you knocked. The door opened, Folloâs face peeking out at you. He opened the door wider, stepping outside into the hallway.
His hair was messy. Was he taking a nap� How cute.
No, thatâs not what youâre here forâŠ!
âCan we talk? In your room, if you donât mind.â
âOh⊠sure.â Follo invited you in, racking his brain. What could you want to talk about? Were you upset that he joined your table this morning? Embarrassed by him? Did you think he was too full of himself after just one win against you? What if-
âIâm sorry.â
Hm?
ââŠfor what?â
âI think I was too hard on you during training. I know injuries are to be expected, but I wasnât trying to leave you out of commission entirely. Was it bad? You can tell me- I wonât get mad. Hey, actually, can I check? Can you- can you show me your bruises? How bad are they?â
You stepped closer, and Follo stepped back until he hit the wall.
Did you know what you were saying? You were practically asking if he would strip down for you. Did you⊠really want that?
âI can show you, but really, itâs not a big deal. Y/N, I appreciate what youâve done for me. Iâm stronger than when I first joined, and I have you to thank for it. So please- donât freak outâŠ?â
Follo awkwardly raised his shirt above his head, and you realized what you had just asked. You considered telling him it was okay, that he didnât have to show you anymore, but did you want him to stop?
Your eyes ran over his torso. It was filled with bruises, some fresher than others. Instinctively, you brushed one with your hand, causing him to flinch. You jerked your hand back.
âSorry, I donât know why I-â
Follo grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, averting his gaze.
âItâs okay. I⊠I want you to.â
You silently traced your fingers along his body, counting the bruises he had one by one.
âIâm sorry, FolloâŠâ you murmured, continuing to touch him. When your hand made it down to his stomach, you stopped.
The atmosphere had changed. You were warm. So unbelievably warm.
Your eyes were trained on Folloâs chest, watching it rise and fall as he breathed. His heartbeat was out of control, so loud you could hear it in the dead silence of his room.
âFolloâŠâ
Breaking your gaze from his chest, you tried to look somewhere else. Your eyes fell to his crotch, where⊠there was a bulge�
ââŠâ
You looked up and Folloâs eyes widened at the same time as yours.
âGonna be late for meeting- gotta go!â You blurted, running out of the room.
âY/N, wait, I-â
You slammed the door, not giving him time to finish his sentence.
Follo sat on the edge of his bed, covering his face with his hands.
What was that?
-
You shut the door to your room and sat down, placing your pillow on your lap.
This wasnât like you.
You didnât apologize for your training. Never worried about what others thought about you. Certainly didnât go to your traineesâ rooms and ask them to strip for you. That had to be some sort of abuse of power, right?
Did you even hold any power over Follo besides physical strength? You couldnât tell who was controlling the situation in his room.
The atmosphere was so⊠intimate. You couldnât stop yourself from touching him, from wanting to see more of his body. Seeing him⊠excited⊠snapped you out of whatever haze you were in. You were flustered, unsure of how to react. All you had done was touch his torso a little bit, but he was aroused, and all because of youâŠ
Who were you kidding, though? You were aroused, too. As awful as it sounded, he looked so pretty with the bruises you inflicted.
Didnât matter now, though. He probably thought you ran out because you were disgusted by him. Not to mention- what kind of excuse was âGonna be late for meeting?â What meeting? You didnât attend meetings! It wasnât even a complete sentence- you only garbled out some gibberish because you panicked.
Holding your pillow close, you wondered what would have happened if you hadnât dashed out of there like a madman.
Maybe you would have asked Follo to take his pants off so you could see the bruises on his legs. Youâd slowly move your hands up and down his thighs. Tell him you were going to âkiss it betterâ and start kissing the bruises on his body. Move down to his thighs and kiss each bruise there until you couldnât take it anymore and had to suck him off.
Youâd strip him completely, and heâd moan. You would kneel, telling him to keep quiet. Take him in your mouth and hollow your cheeks, pushing him deeper and deeper until he was halfway down your throat. Youâd put one hand in your panties and start fingering yourself, whining around his cock.
While your imagination ran wild, you put a hand between your thighs as you would in your daydream.
âY/N, youâre so gorgeousâŠâ he would groan, and you would move your fingers faster, run your tongue around him sloppily.
He would cum in your mouth. Youâd swallow it all, removing him from your mouth before working your fingers furiously to get your release. Follo would watch you intently, which would only turn you on further. Youâd moan as you came, saying his name over and over.
You twitched on your bed, coming at the same time you did in your daydream.
Crazy.
You must be going crazy.
-
A few days later, Semiu called you, the rest of your regular team, and Follo up to her desk.
âNew mission tomorrow. Perfect for Follo to join.â
Follo nodded, a big grin stretched across his face. A real missionâŠ!
You smiled at how cute he was. Realizing how silly you must look, you stared down at the ground, avoiding anyoneâs stares.
Semiu gave you all the mission details before dismissing you. Follo looked at you like he wanted to say something, but you left before he could, the events of the other day still fresh in your head.
Folloâs smile turned to a frown. Once he made it back to his room, he let out a heavy sigh.
How was he supposed to talk about the other day if you kept avoiding him?
He sat with your crew at mealtimes.
You found ways to leave, ignore him, or change the subject.
He tried talking to you during training yesterday.
You started another round of fighting. Or changed the subject.
He knocked on your door.
You didnât answer.
He missed you. You were finally starting to warm up to him, and then- that happened, and you wouldnât speak to him anymore.
You didnât seem to hate him. You didnât speak to him with malice in your voice.
You seemed uncomfortable. That made perfect sense to Follo. He hadnât meant to get excited, but the way you touched him felt so good. You staring at him turned him on.
He craved your touch. Wanted you to look at more of him, to get closer to him. He wanted to ask if you felt the same way. Based on your reactions, he had a pretty good guess. Still- he wanted to at least get a flat-out rejection instead of hoping for something different.
He resolved to talk to you about it. This mission would be the perfect chance.
-
The mission was not, in fact, the perfect chance. Follo forgot about the other team members.
âPretty quiet back there. Nervous about your first mission?â Enjin hollered over the music he was blasting.
âA little.â
He was more worried about how to talk to you.
âNo worries, dude! Itâll be fun. Plus, Gris is here to help you, and heâs awesome!â
Gris was seated next to Follo, bumping against him when Enjin took a turn too fast or hit a rock. Which was every few minutes. Good thing he didnât get carsickâŠ
The vehicle screeched to a halt outside of a town.
âWeâre here! Everyone out!â
Folloâs ears were ringing. Was Enjin always like thisâŠ?
You stood nearby, lips pursed while you were lost in thought.
âHey.â
You jumped at the sound of Folloâs voice.
âHey, Follo! Whatâs up?â You spoke loud enough for anyone to hear you, trying to deter him from speaking about anything sensitive.
Follo lowered his voice.
âI know nowâs not a good time, but can we talk later?â
Deep down, you knew youâd have to confront this eventually. It was terrifying and you didnât feel ready at all. When would you, though? Probably never.
âOkay⊠fine. Weâll talk after the mission. My room.â
âDeal.â
Follo was relieved. Getting closure from you would help him move on and focus on other things.
During the mission, Follo followed Gris and took instructions from him, holding on to every word he said.
âSupposedly, this trash beast isnât a kind weâve seen before. Once the fight starts, I want you to record everything you notice about it. Weâll take those notes and make an official record afterwards. Sound good?â
âSure thing!â
To the left, a piercing scream was released.
âThatâs our cue!â Enjin broke into a sprint, everyone following behind him.
Follo kept his distance from the battle, not wanting to attract the beastâs attention. He jotted down notes, making a rough sketch of the beast in the corner of his page.
His work kept him distracted from you, which left you frustrated. You were pulling some fancy moves- even impressing yourself, really- and he didnât even spare you a glance.
Wasnât this what you wanted? For him to stop talking to you, to ignore you until you felt ready to discuss what had happened?
Gris shoved you out of the way, the trash beastâs claw coming right for you.
âGet your head in the game, Y/N! We canât have you getting injured by a lowly beast.â
âRight- sorryâŠâ
You felt Folloâs eyes on you. Of course that was when he decided to look.
Your team landed a couple more good hits, knocking the beast to the ground where it stayed, its anima now gone.
âAll rightâŠ!â Enjin cheered, dusting his jacket off.
âLetâs get back to HQ and relax, yeah? Weâve earned it.â
-
Entering HQ, you silently gestured with your head for Follo to follow you. He did, worry etched onto his face.
Shutting your door behind him, he looked at you.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â
Confused, you tilted your head.
âFine. Why?â
âItâs just- you seemed out of it on the field⊠is something bothering you? Am I bothering you?â
âNo! I mean- yes, but not in the way youâre thinkingâŠ? I-â you stopped, organizing your thoughts.
âIâm sorry about the other day. That shouldnât have happened.â
Folloâs heart started to ache.
âYeah⊠it⊠none of it should have happened, I guessâŠâ
âFollo, wait. Thatâs not- thatâs not what I meant.â
Your face bloomed pink as you prepared your next words.
âI shouldnât have left you. I was overwhelmed with emotion and didnât know how to handle it, so I made up an excuse and left. That was stupid.â
âSo⊠you arenât uncomfortable with me?â
Follo took a step closer.
âIâm not, as long as youâre not scared of meâŠ?â
You stepped closer to him.
He laughed.
âY/N, why would I be scared of you?â
âBecause I was so hard on you during training! I caused a ton of injuries, and then I asked you to strip for me!â
âY/N.â Folloâs voice grew serious.
âYesâŠ?â
âI would never do something that I wasnât okay with. Youâre special to me, you knowâŠ?â Follo placed a hand on your waist.
âI- I amâŠ?â
âOf course you are. Iâm so lucky that I saw you on the day I joined the Cleaners. Iâm obsessed with you, Y/N. I canât stop looking at you. Something about you is addicting.â
He rubbed his thumb against your waist, feeling your skin underneath fabric.
âThatâs not fairâŠâ You wrapped your arms around Folloâs neck, pulling him in close.
âYouâre addicting too. I lose my mind thinking about you. Something about you takes away my reason.â
You connected your lips to his, kissing him deeply. Follo reciprocated, pressing you against the wall and grabbing your hips with both hands. He raised you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist while he supported you.
Follo broke away from the kiss, eyes hazy with lust.
âCan we keep goingâŠ?â
âOf course, Follo,â you purred. You pulled him back into the kiss, lightly nipping at his lips. He hastily pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you pressed his body against yours.
Follo carried you to your bed, positioning himself above you. Accidentally pressing down on one of his remaining bruises, he cursed.
Noting the source of his discomfort, you carefully flipped him onto his back.
âDonât worry, Follo. Iâll do all the work.â
You straddled him, pressing down on his crotch and beginning to rock against him. Follo gripped your hips once again, helping to keep you in place as your grinding quickened.
âAh⊠feels so good, Y/NâŠâ
The bedframe creaked under your weight, squeaking with every move.
âFollo,â you breathed heavily, leaning down to kiss his neck. A second wave of pleasure crashed over Follo.
âY/N, I-â
You found a sweet spot, causing whines to fall from his mouth.
âI canât- Iâm gonna-â
You shifted, moving Folloâs pants down and palming his crotch.
âShh. Just a little more, okay?â
You wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping. Follo came almost instantly, coating his stomach.
âOhâŠâ he groaned, letting you stroke him until there was nothing left.
Catching his breath, he looked at you.
âWhat about-â
âWeâre going to get to that.â You grabbed the waistband of your pants and started to pull them down when a knock at your door made you yelp. You fixed your clothes, patted your hair down, and opened the door slightly, hiding your bed from view.
âHey, Y/N, have you seen Follo around? I need to finish up the mission report with him. I tried his room, but he didnât answer.â Gris stood at the door, noticing your odd demeanor.
âHm⊠havenât seen him, but Iâll help you look. I have to get changed, so wait a sec for me?â
You shut the door and swiftly moved towards Follo, who was busy cleaning himself up.
âOnce Gris and I leave, find an opportunity to slip out of here, okay?â You whispered, hoping Gris wasnât able to hear.
âOkay. Thanks, Y/N. But-â
âI know. This isnât over.â You pressed a kiss to his lips before changing your outfit.
âIâll come back tonight,â Follo whispered, and you smiled.
âSee you then.â
You left the room, eagerly awaiting the night.
Things between you and Follo had changed, and you couldnât wait to see where they went.
HEHEHEHEHEEHHE IM SO HAPPY I WAS UR FIRST REQUEST!!!! it was so good!!!!!! of course i gotta request ANOTHER one so how about follo begging enjin for a day off to just have time for you and him and enjin feels really bad cause the dude is begging atp and so he just finally lets him and you and follo have such a good date and FINALLY get to release some tension đđđ
hello dear anon !! iâm so glad you enjoyed the first request <3 here is your second one ! i hope you have as much fun reading as i did writing ^^
to the other anons in my inbox, i see your requests and i will work to get them done asap !! i promise iâm not going to forget about you !
Day Off
Follo Tunito x fem!Cleaner!reader
word count : 2.5k
summary : follo is desperate for a day off and finally gets it. he spends it the best way possible- with you.
warnings/tags : smut, fluff, grinding, penetrative sex
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Follo let out a massive sigh, sitting crammed between his fellow Cleaners in Enjinâs vehicle.
He missed you.
Really, really missed you.
He couldnât remember the last time he had been alone with you. There were plenty of times he had passed you in the halls, sat with you at mealtime, or been on the same mission team as you.
But the two of you were never alone.
He tried several times to subtly hint to Enjin how tired he was, but it never seemed to lead to anything.
âEverything alright, Follo?â Enjin glanced back from the driverâs seat, looking at Follo sandwiched between Gris and Riyo.
âYeah. Just⊠tired. Feel like Iâve been going on every single mission lately, ya know? Havenât had a day off in a while.â
âHey man, I get it. But thatâs what we do, yeah? Weâll pull through. Just hold on for a few more missions and Iâm sure weâll find ourselves a break.â
Follo held in another sigh and looked out the window, watching the desert landscape fly by. What if he couldnât hold on a few more missions?
Enjin looked up at the rearview mirror, seeing Folloâs body slumped against Grisâ side. Honestly, he knew why Follo was so desperate to be free of work. He saw the way Follo looked at you in the halls and the way he pouted when you had to leave. He felt bad for the guy, but there was work to be done. Itâs not like Enjin had been taking any days off either- no matter how badly he wanted to sneak off to a club for some fun.
The mission at hand- getting rid of a pesky trash beast- was simple enough, but collecting information and recording it all was the real work. Tomme was unable to join the team, meaning all of the recording responsibilities went to Follo. Great.
He loved what he did, but it was getting harder and harder to love when it was taking him away from you constantly. To be fair, you were being taken away from him, too. You had your own responsibilities within the Cleaners that left you just as busy, if not more so.
When the mission was over, Enjin insisted on taking the team out for dinner. Normally, Follo would be perfectly content with this, but he swore he was getting withdrawals from being unable to see you. Irritation gnawed at him, the meal feeling more like a punishment than anything else.
He tried to join in conversation and be polite, but each time he spoke, frustration grew within him.
How could he live in the same building as you and not have a drop of time alone with you? It drove him insane.
After what was entirely too much time (only according to Follo), the team finally made it back to HQ. As soon as he walked into the building, you crashed into him, slamming your face into his chest.
âWelcome back, Follo!â
It was like someone had pressed a hidden reset button. Any negativity he felt before was gone, replaced with thoughts of how warm you were and how he wished this could last forever.
âHey, Y/N. Have a good day?â
âSure did. Zanka let me train with him and Rudo! They got into a few fights⊠but I still had fun!â
You grinned at him and he put an arm around your waist, using the other to reach up and stroke your hair.
âWow~ get a room, why donât you?â Enjin teased, causing Follo to glare at him.
He would if someone would stop dragging him on every single mission. His job was important, sure, but did they really need supporters for everything?
âSorry, sorry. Just a couple more days, and then we should have some free time.â
Follo brightened up at that, thrilled at the prospect of finally having free time.
âI think Iâll actually be free in a couple of days, too. Letâs do something!â You squeezed Follo tight, excited that you might actually be able to go on a date with him.
âAfraid that might have to wait⊠Enjin, youâve got a new mission. Crew heads out two days from now.â
Folloâs hopes were shattered.
âOh⊠greatâŠâ He looked at Enjin hopefully, but Enjin shook his head. Follo felt his spirit die within him, slowly escaping his body.
Enjin could hardly take it anymore. Follo was so good at being pitiful that saying no to him felt like taking a stab to the heart.
âGh⊠fine, okay? You donât have to go. Iâll find another supporter or just manage without one. Youâre making me feel guilty, ya knowâŠ? UghâŠâ
Enjin walked off with a wave, trying to shake the remaining guilt from his system. He refused to be held responsible for keeping a happy couple apart for too long- he was no angel, but he wasnât a monster.
âDoes that meanâŠ?â
âWe can spend time together soon!! Letâs go on a date, letâs go on a date!!â You cheered, and Follo picked you up to give you a spin.
âThe two of you are sickening. Seriously⊠feels like my teeth are going to rot out.â Semiu shivered and you giggled.
âSorry, SemiuâŠweâll go our separate ways, âkay?â
Before parting ways to get some sleep, Follo pressed a kiss to your lips. He wanted more, but exhaustion was taking over his system, leaving him barely even able to walk to his room.
As he climbed into bed, a smile was still present on his face, refusing to be wiped off.
He couldnât wait to go on a date with you.
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The next two days went by in a blur for you. All you could think about was going on a date with Follo. You had a lot of fun between missions and training sessions, but not having any time with your boyfriend was draining. It didnât help that the missions seemed to be getting increasingly more demanding, causing your body to feel sore pretty much constantly.
None of that mattered today, though. All that mattered was your date with Follo. You kept your Cleaner jacket on, but swapped out your outfit underneath for something a little cuter than normal- a crop top and a short skirt.
Follo met you by the door, kissing your forehead when you got close.
âAll ready to go, Y/N?â You nodded, taking his hand in yours. The plan was to visit Canvas Town and wander around. You loved all of the art contained within the city walls, and Follo loved your fascinated expression when you looked at it. The two of you would grab a meal sometime in the afternoon, then head back to HQ and perhaps chat late into the night. Truthfully, you were hoping for a lot more than just chatting, but hadnât suggested anything else. You would just see where the day took you.
When you made it to Canvas Town, you dashed inside the city walls, Follo trailing behind.
âOh, wow, FolloâŠ! It hasnât been that long since I last visited, but thereâs a ton of new artwork!â
Follo managed to catch your hand, which caused you to slow down a bit. You wandered around for a couple hours, admiring every piece of art you saw and occasionally peeking into shops that interested you.
Follo happily followed along. He felt like he could truly breathe now that it was just the two of you. He loved the sparkle in your eyes as you tried to take in the sight of everything all at once. He enjoyed the artwork too, but it couldnât possibly compare to seeing your unbridled joy.
âOoh, look at that one!â You pointed to a depiction of some kind of monster painted in vibrant blues and greens. Follo gripped your hand tightly, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.
âYeah, that sure is cool.â
âYou and I should try drawing sometime! Maybe one of us has a secret talent we donât know about?â
Follo laughed, thinking of the times he had tried to draw with the kids.
âIâll happily do anything with you, but drawing seriously isnât my area of expertise. I think Guitaâs better than I am.â
You got ready to tell him it couldnât be that bad, but your stomach growled, which stopped you from speaking.
ââŠguess we should grab some dinner?â Follo asked.
âYeah. I guess I didnât realize, but Iâm starving.â
Follo led you to a nearby restaurant. You quickly ordered and received your food, digging in immediately.
âThis is deliciousâŠ!â
Follo silently thanked Enjin for introducing him to this place through one of their team dinners. As annoying as Enjin was sometimes, he really knew how to pick out a good spot.
âGlad I chose this place, then. You ready to head back to HQ after this?â
There were still plenty more areas for you to explore, but your aching feet told you it was time to head home.
âYeah⊠can we try drawing when we get back to your room?â
âSure.â
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The trip back to HQ was brief. You chatted with Follo the whole way, telling him which pieces of art were your favorite and what areas you wanted to look at next time.
Entering Folloâs room, you flopped onto the bed like it were your own. Follo didnât mind.
You winced, which grabbed Folloâs attention.
âY/N, you alright?â
You sat up and rubbed your shoulder.
âYeah⊠I just⊠my bodyâs been sore from all the missions and training. Guess it didnât fully hit until just now.â
The aches you had been ignoring all day were becoming sharper. Your feet burned, your legs felt like a thousand pounds, and your back cried to be compressed like an empty soda can.
You looked at Follo and noticed the worry on his face.
âIâll be alright, yâknow? Nothing a little bit of sleep canât fix. A massage would be nice, tooâŠâ you trailed off, wondering if you could convince Semiu to go on a spa day with you.
âI could- I could massage you now, if youâd like. If you tell me where, I promise Iâll do everything I can to make you feel better.â
Oh�
That intrigued you. Your darling boyfriend giving you a massage? What a tantalizing offerâŠ
âWell, if youâre willing, Iâd appreciate it.â
The drawing would have to wait.
You rolled onto your stomach, tucking your arms under Folloâs pillow. Follo nervously stood over you, eyes roaming your body.
âYou wanna start with my legs? Feels like theyâre on fire.â
âOf course!â Follo yelped a little too eagerly. You giggled, stopping when you felt his hands on you.
He started on your calves, carefully kneading them and pressing where he thought would feel best.
âAh, that feels goodâŠâ you let out a satisfied moan, causing Follo to blush a little.
He wanted to make you feel even betterâŠ
Follo got on top of you, placing his legs on either side of your thighs. He hovered over you and slid his hands up your legs, deciding to work on your thighs. He squeezed them with his large hands, nearly drooling over how soft they were.
You felt a shift in the atmosphere. His hands hadnât yet gone between your thighs, but they were getting dangerously close.
This was what you had been hoping for, but you werenât sure if your body could take it right now.
âMm.. Follo, I donât know if I can-â
âShh.â He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, continuing to massage your thighs.
âDonât worry. Iâll take care of everything.â
He ran his hands up your back, pushing them gently (yet firmly) against your shoulders. Your body relaxed in his hands. You were practically melted into the bed, losing all the tension built up in your system.
Follo then snuck his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts. You moaned as he played with them, grazing his fingertips over your nipples every so often. He pressed more kisses to your neck, feeling himself grow hard beneath his trousers.
âBaby⊠can I please take these off?â Follo touched the waistband of your panties, his fingers seconds away from slipping underneath. You didnât look back, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was pouting.
âYes, darling, please take them off for meâŠâ
Follo slid them off, your skirt still in place. He flipped it up and started to grind against you. Even through his pants, you could clearly feel how hard he was. He groaned, raising your hips to give himself a better angle.
âSo good⊠youâre so, so good, Y/N⊠so pretty and perfect for meâŠâ
You were a little surprised by how roughly he was grinding against you. This was unusual for him. The last time you had been intimate (however long ago that was), you recalled him being a lot more whiny and needy. All this recent work must have been taking a serious toll on him.
Without warning, Follo stopped grinding against you and instead pushed a finger inside of you, curling it against your walls. Your hips almost collapsed from the sudden wave of pleasure, but Follo used his other hand to hold you up.
âFollo⊠moreâŠâ you whined, turned on by the filthy sounds echoing throughout the room.
He fit a second finger inside of you. If you werenât so exhausted, you would have rocked against his fingers. For now, all you could do was moan into Folloâs pillow, obsessing over the pleasure you felt.
Your moans grew higher as your climax came near. Follo removed his fingers and you heard the rustle of his pants being taken off.
âSorry, baby⊠want to make you feel good, but I need something too⊠can I? Please?â
You nodded furiously. For a moment, you were unsure if Follo had seen your nodding, but then you felt him press against your entrance. He slid into you with a groan, gripping your hips so tightly you thought you might break.
It only took seconds before he started moving, railing you so loud surely his next-door neighbors could hear. Maybe even the entire HQ could hear.
âOh⊠Ohh, FolloâŠâ
You tightened around him, causing him to move even faster than before.
âY/N, Iâm going to-â
âMe too,â you panted, face flushed red against the pillow.
With one final thrust, Follo came inside of you. That was all you needed to get your release, clenching around him while he twitched.
Follo pulled out and collapsed beside you, twisting your head to look at him.
âHey.â You said, smiling.
âHey. Wanna sleep here tonight?â
âYeah. I- I donât even think I can move.â
âFine with me.â
Follo kissed you before heading to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and cleaned you up. In the short time he was gone, you had already fallen asleep.
He wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest, his eyelids growing heavy.
âI love you, Y/NâŠâ he mumbled, sleep taking over soon after.
He wouldnât forget this day for a long, long time.
follo cumming WAY too fast during sex because reader is super super pretty asking him to fuck her with her cheeks all flushed and hair a mess :(
(chubby reader perhaps..?)
hello anon thank you so much for the request !! youâre my first request on here, iâm so happy <3 i did my best to incorporate chubby reader, but it may have been too subtle⊠still, i hope i could do your request justice !
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
follo tunito x fem!Cleaner!reader
word count : 1.4k
summary : you and follo havenât had alone time. at all. something had to change.
You and Follo had begun dating a few months ago, but not a thing had happened. Unless you counted holding hands in the van or quick hugs when one of you went off for a mission without the other. Which you didnât.
To be fair, neither of you really had the time. Being Cleaners, you were both in and out of HQ constantly without having the chance to find quality private time.
You were sitting at Semiuâs desk, banging your head into it repeatedly.
âSemiuâŠ.â You whined.
âHow have I never even kissed the man? Heâs my boyfriend! Heâs been my boyfriend for months!â
âMaybe if you spent your free time with him instead of complaining to me, something would have happened by now.â
âI canât⊠Enjinâs taking us out for a late-night team bonding dinner, and I havenât been able to get out of it no matter how hard Iâve tried.â
You were extra needy today, so not being able to see Follo was particularly inconvenient.
âSorry, girl. Wish I could help.â Semiuâs disinterested voice told you she did not, in fact, wish she could help. She was probably tired of you complaining over and over, and who could blame her?
The issue drove you insane. No matter what, you two always missed each other. Your schedules refused to line up whatsoever, leaving you responsible for your own pleasure.
âAlright! Team Akuta, letâs roll!â Enjin shouted, stomping down the hallway. You groaned, picking yourself up.
Just a little longer.
You could hold on just a little longer.
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Follo shared your predicament, however his vent partner of choice was Gris rather than Semiu.
âI donât get it⊠how have our schedules never lined up?â
He had lost count of the amount of times he jerked himself off fantasizing to you. You were his girlfriend- of course he was attracted to you. Your voice, your gaze, your curves, all of it- he dreamed of you day and night, and it was getting to a breaking point. Masturbating hardly even helped anymore. He swore he got hard just being near you, imagining all of the things the two of you could do.
âSurely youâll get some quality time with her soon. Be patient, and itâll work out. Iâm sure of it.â
Follo scoffed. He had a hard time believing that with how long it had been. Were you suffering as much as he was�
After finishing his meal with Gris, Follo retired to his room for the night. He hadnât even seen you today.
âY/NâŠâ he whined quietly to himself, wishing so badly that you were there with him.
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It was pitch black when you got back from dinner. You felt dead, completely exhausted from the hours of chatter and noise.
The only thing on your mind anymore was Follo and how desperately you wanted to see him, but it was so late you werenât even sure he would be up.
Determined to try anyway, you stood outside his door and knocked, shifting your thighs together uncomfortably.
A moment passed and you had nearly given up when you heard movement.
The door clicked open and Follo rubbed his eyes, yawning. His hair was messy- he was most definitely sleeping just a moment before.
âWhat is itâŠ? Y/NâŠ?â Follo rubbed his eyes once more to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
Unable to take it any longer, you shoved Follo into his room and slammed the door.
âWha-â
Before Follo could ask why you were there, you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. His lips were so soft and warm. How had you gone without this for so long?
Follo eagerly reciprocated, sucking on your lips while his hands roamed your body. He guided the two of you to his bed, sitting down and allowing you to straddle him.
âMmmâŠâ he moaned, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You quickly separated from him, causing him to worry.
âIâm not too heavy, am IâŠ?â
âWhat? No, of course not. Never. Oh, Y/N, youâre so- so gorgeous,â
Follo ran his hands across your arms.
ââŠand so softâŠâ
He trailed them down to your stomach, gripping your waist and pressing you down onto his hard-on.
ââŠand so, so perfectâŠâ
Warmth pooled between your thighs. You started to rock back and forth, eliciting countless moans from Folloâs mouth.
He already felt close to cumming. How was that possible� He wanted you, of course, but was it seriously that bad?
You threaded your fingers through Folloâs hair and leaned down to press kisses to his neck.
âFolloâŠâ you whined between kisses. He grew harder beneath you, only encouraging you to move faster.
Desperate to not cum too early, Follo flipped you onto your back and hovered above you. The loss of pressure between your thighs made you pout. You looked up at Follo, causing him to groan at the sight of you.
Lust filled your gaze. Your hair was messy, your cheeks a deep red. Your shirt had been shifted, revealing your stomach. Underneath, your bra peeked out. Your thighs sat between his legs, clenched together with anticipation.
âFollo, pleaseâŠâ you whined again, pulling your bottoms off to reveal your panties.
âPlease, I need you so bad⊠been needing you for so longâŠâ
âNgh⊠Iâve needed you too, Y/N⊠needed you wrapped around my cock, squeezing me until I canât take it..â
Follo palmed himself through his pants for a few seconds before stripping himself of them. He slid his boxers down, freeing his cock.
âJust put it in, already⊠donât need any prep, I swear, please, FolloâŠâ
You didnât have to tell him twice. He pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his tip against you, hissing at the contact.
He pushed into you, attempting to go slow but inevitably just shoving the rest of himself inside.
âOh⊠Mh-â Follo twitched, his arms buckling. It took all his remaining strength to not collapse onto you.
You felt him fill you up, hardly even moving as he did so. Mortified, Follo pulled out and hid his face in his pillow.
He couldnât help it. You looked so pretty, sounded so beautiful asking him to put it in. The feeling of you around him pushed him over the edge immediately.
You were shocked. Did Follo really just cum as soon as he was inside of you� Your thighs throbbed with need even stronger than before.
ââm sorryâŠâ he mumbled. As quiet as it was, you could barely make it out.
âFollo, look at me.â
Reluctantly, Follo raised his head, eyes watering with embarrassment.
âThat was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. You donât have to apologize.â
Follo blushed.
âBut I- I wanted to make you feel good, andâŠâ
âYou can make me feel good in other ways, canât you?â
Folloâs eyes widened as you spread your legs, encouraging him to go between them. He stared at you, trying to commit every detail to memory.
âEnough staring.â
âSorry- but youâre just so pretty, Y/N, I-â
âArenât you going to make me feel good?â
Nodding, Follo finally quit staring and started to move. He dipped down between your thighs, pressing sloppy kisses to them. He felt the skin of your thighs press against the sides of his head. You were so impossibly soft. Maybe you would let him rest his head on your thighs some other time? For now, he had other priorities.
Follo latched his lips onto your core, sticking his tongue out and licking a small stripe. You whined, which encouraged him to keep going. He pushed his tongue out further, pressing it into you wherever he could, running circles around your clit frequently.
You gripped Folloâs head with your hand, hips bucking forward against him. Your thighs clamped down, locking his head in place. When you thought you couldnât take it anymore, Follo slid a finger inside of you and curled it.
âAh- FolloâŠ!â You shouted. He pushed another finger inside of you, causing your orgasm to come crashing down. Follo slowly dragged his fingers, helping you ride it out.
Once you stopped moving, Follo lifted his head.
âWas that- Was I good..?â
You cupped his cheek and pulled him forward to press a kiss to his lips.
âYou were perfect, Follo.â
You didnât know how the two of you had possibly gone without this for so long.
this contains spoilers for the manga. If you have not read the manga and do not want spoiled, skip this fic!!
word count : 1.1k
summary : follo wakes up feeling sick, and as his partner, you want to help him feel better.
warnings/tags : fluff, fluff, and more fluff- light descriptions of being sick (just sore throat/fever, nothing more), VERY mild angst, again manga spoilers
writerâs note : another follo fic !! this one got requested on my ao3, was going to post it there but ao3 is currently down sobs, iâll post it there later
Follo woke up and felt⊠off.
He swallowed.
Oh no.
He could feel the soreness of his throat- the throat that was completely fine the day before. When he tried to stand up, he immediately sat back down, becoming overwhelmed with dizziness.
Why did this have to happen now�
Heat flared across his body and he swore he had to have been melting. It was so hot⊠so, so hotâŠ
He tried everything to get up and make it to the door, but it was like the weight of the world was placed upon his body, stopping him from even moving an inch.
Just when he was about to try getting up again, you opened Folloâs door and shouted.
âGood morning, Follo!! Are you ready for today? I hear itâs supposed to be an exciting mission!â
Follo looked at you and felt tears sting the corners of his eyes.
You and Follo had very recently started dating, but he had held feelings for you much longer than that. Today was supposed to be Folloâs very first mission as a Giver, and the two of you had even been assigned together. You were a supporter, and a very good one at that. Constantly taking notes, protecting everyone around you (to the best of your ability, at least- not having an instrument made things a little harder), and just generally being on alert.
He fell for you when he was still a supporter as well, the two of you having spent much time on the same team. The day Follo reached giver status, you cheered for him and told him how awesome it would be to see him in battle.
Guess youâd have to waitâŠ
âIâm sorry. I donât think I can go.â Folloâs voice was rough, which led you to take a good look at him.
The messy hair and tired eyes were surely indicators of sleep, but the sheen of sweat on his skinâŠ
âFollo⊠are you⊠sickâŠ?â
âSeems like it. It really sucks, doesnât it? I was looking forward to that mission today.â He smiled and tried keeping up a front. You shouldnât be worrying about him, not when you had a mission in just a couple of hours.
âFolloâŠâ
The concern in your voice broke him immediately. Tears slid down his face, falling onto the bed. His throat constricted, making it harder for him to swallow than it already was.
âI really wanted to go, yâknowâŠ? Itâs my first mission as a giver, so whyâŠ?â
âOh, FolloâŠâ you sat down on his bed and wrapped your arms around him, feeling how incredibly warm he was. He cried into you, reciprocating your hug and holding you so tight you thought you might pop.
You rubbed circles on his back as he sniffled and sobbed. Eventually he pulled away, rubbing his eyes.
âYou should probably go, shouldnât you? On the mission.â
âIâll be right back.â You pressed a kiss to his forehead and exited his room, leaving him confused.
Right back? What about the mission�
You wandered up to Semiuâs desk, causing her to look up from her magazine.
âHey, Semiu? Are there any Cleaners that can go out today instead of Follo? And⊠me?â
Semiu glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.
âIf youâre trying to go on a date, your work is more imp-â
âFolloâs sick.â
âOh.â
She thought for a moment and then shrugged.
âIâll just send Enjin with the team. Heâs got too much free time lately, anyway.â
âThank youâŠ!â
âYeah, sure. Go take care of Follo, alright? Just donât get sick yourself. We need you around here.â
You smiled and bowed in thanks, dashing back to Folloâs room.
âFollo, I-â
In the short time you were gone, Follo had fallen back asleep. You quietly walked over and sat down, brushing away the hair that stuck to his forehead.
âIâll take care of you, baby.â You whispered.
âMmmâŠâ he groaned, shifting in his sleep. You got up, carefully slipping out so you could gather supplies.
You had work to do.
-
Follo began to stir, eyes slowly blinking open. He felt something cool on his forehead and reached up to touch it.
A rag? But whoâŠ
âYouâre up,â you said softly, having re-entered the room from wherever you were.
âWhat about your mission?â Follo croaked out, coughing to try and clear his throat.
âSemiu let me skip. Called Enjin in for it instead. Heâs not too happy with me, but he understands.â
âBut you were so excited for-â
âFollo, I was excited because I wanted to see you. It doesnât matter if youâre not there. Now, how are you feeling?â
âIâŠâ He took a moment to assess, sitting up and moving around.
âMy fever is gone, but my throat-â he coughed again, pounding his fist against his chest to try and get it all out.
âYou poor thing.â Follo blushed. It was kind of nice, having someone to worry this much about him.
âAre you up to eating anything? I grabbed some porridge from the kitchen. I got back from there a second ago, so it should still be plenty warm.â
Follo nodded and reached for the bowl in your hands, but you held it away from him.
âYou just sit there. Iâll handle this.â After collecting a spoonful, you blew on it and held it out for Follo.
Flustered, Follo shook his head.
âY/N, I- I can feed myself, yâknow? Iâm not that sick.â
âSo you wonât let me do this for you?â You pouted, knowing how weak Follo was to you.
He hesitated. Why did you have to be so cute�
ââŠFine.â
Follo opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him spoonful after spoonful until the bowl was empty. Swallowing still hurt, but the warmth of the porridge made it better.
You took the bowl back to the kitchen, returning to Follo shortly after. He looked at you, eyes full of something you couldnât quite understand.
âWhatâs that look for, Follo?â
âIâm just trying to figure something out.â
âHm?â You replied, as if to say and that is?
âHow I got so lucky.â
Your heart squeezed in your chest.
âAw, FolloâŠâ you gave him a hug, wishing you could do more.
âGet better so I can kiss you, okay?â
Follo flushed red, gripping the sheets tight.
âIâll do my best, okay? No promises.â
You laid down next to Follo, the two of you falling asleep. When you woke up later in the evening, Follo swore he felt so much better already (guess he really wanted that kiss, huh?), but you playfully hit his chest and told him to wait at least another day.
He whined a little, but obliged. When he was finally feeling all better, Semiu called the two of you to her desk.
âFinally ready for a mission, Follo?â
He nodded.
âGreat! We need you back. Here are the detailsâŠâ
Semiuâs voice faded out of your mind, and the next day, you were at Folloâs door, swinging it open.
âGood morning, Follo!! Are you ready for today?â
there are two versions of this fic included in this post- the first is sfw, while the second is nsfw. read one or both (minors dni with nsfw)!
word count : 1k (sfw vers), 1.5k (nsfw vers)
summary : follo is so, so tired. you find a way to help him relax
warnings/tags :
first vers. - fluff, really just a bunch of fluff
second vers. - smut, fluff, oral (m receiving), hand job
writerâs note : my most recent follo fic ! i would like to write more, if you have any ideas hit up my inbox <3
SFW vers.
Follo nearly collapsed into his seat at the mess hall. It took all his energy just to grab a plate of food and start eating.
This week had been a nightmare. Sure, missions were part of his job, but the one he went on recently turned south when the Raiders showed up.
Follo certainly didnât get the worst of it. That honor belonged to Rudo, who took a nasty hit from one of the Raiders in order to protect a supporter. Rudo seemed to be doing perfectly fine, actually.
But Follo couldnât quite feel the same. He was exhausted. It didnât help that Semiu told him and all the other Cleaners that next week would be a rush week with mission after mission.
Once he finished his meal, Follo set his plate aside and slammed his head down onto the table.
âUghâŠâ he groaned.
âMoaning and groaning wonât make you feel better, you know,â Gris said, taking a swig of his drink.
âHow do you all have so much energyâŠ? Especially after a mission like thatâŠâ
âWe all take time to relax after missions, even if only for a short while. Do you have any hobbies you like? Doing something different will give you a good refresh.â
Follo thought for a moment. He did physical training sometimes to keep himself in shape, but he wouldnât call that a hobby. He put a lot of care into his hopefully-soon-to-be vital instrument, but caring for his hammer wasnât necessarily relaxing.
âI donât. Guess I never really thought about it,â he said, lifting his head up to look around.
âI suggest you find something. It really does help.â
Gris stood up to return his dishes, leaving Follo to ruminate.
What could he do to relax�
âHey, Follo! You alright?â You asked, causing Follo to practically jump out of his seat.
âAh- Y/N! When did you get here?â
You were a fellow supporter and one of Folloâs closest friends. Plus, Follo had a tiny crush on you. Just a small one. You were so fun to talk to, a great teammate on missions, and so, so beautiful.
Really, it wasnât his fault he had a crush on you. Anyone else in his position surely would too.
âJust a moment ago. Semiu and I were chatting at her desk about upcoming missions. Sounds like there are going to be a lot, huh?â
Follo sighed, nodding.
âYeah⊠may as well kill me now.â
You frowned. You had seen Follo tired before, but this was on another level.
âYou look so dead, Follo. Last mission was that bad?â
âApparently not to everyone else. I donât know what it is, but the life has been sucked out of me. It was hard for me to even eat. Gris told me to find a way to relax, but I really donât know how.â
The gears in your brain started to turn. If Follo didnât know how to relax by himself, maybe you could help.
âIâve got an idea. You have enough strength to walk? Or should I carry you?â You teased.
Follo had to admit, the idea of you carrying him sounded really nice, but he still wanted to maintain his dignity around his fellow Cleaners.
âNope, I got it.â Slowly, Follo stood up. You grabbed his hand, dragging him along. In a few moments, you stood in front of Folloâs room.
âYouâre kicking me back to my room..? Thatâs your big idea?â
âNo, silly, Iâm going in with you.â
Confused, Follo entered his room, and you shut the door behind the two of you. You sat down on Folloâs bed and patted the area next to you.
Where could this possibly be going�
âI need your permission to sit on my bed?â
âJust sit down, Follo.â
Follo did as you said. You grabbed him by the torso and shoved the two of you over on your sides, heads resting against his pillow.
âWh-!â Follo blushed feeling your body against his. You had never been this close to him before, let alone in such an intimate setting.
âTaking a nap always makes me feel refreshed. So why donât we take one together?â
âI donât know if I canâŠâ
âSure you can! Just close your eyes and breathe in and out slowly. With how exhausted you seem, I bet youâll fall asleep right away. And Iâll be right here with you.â
Thatâs the problem, he thought.
How was he supposed to sleep with you so close? His heart thundered against his chest, and he swore it had to be loud enough that you could hear it too.
You totally could. You pressed a hand to his chest and grinned.
âWow, you got a burst of energy, didnât you? Is something exciting you?â
You had a hunch that Follo had a crush on you, and this was only fueling your belief. You liked him, too. He was so cute, how could you not?
Without warning, Follo wrapped his arms around you and shoved his face against your chest.
ââŠso what if it is?â His voice was muffled as he spoke to your torso.
Well, you hadnât expected him to do that. Your eyes went wide, and you lost whatever you were going to say next.
Follo felt your heart begin to thump.
Were you just as nervous as he was�
He squeezed you tighter against him, trying to feel as much of your warmth as he could. How was it possible for someone to be so warm?
Regaining your senses, you placed a hand into Folloâs hair and started playing with it. He melted into you, letting out a soft sigh of satisfaction.
âHey, Follo.â
âHm?â He said, starting to feel a little sleepy. This was nice⊠so nice.
âWould it be alright if we did this again in the future?â
âMhm⊠so niceâŠâ He mumbled, giving you a soft squeeze.
You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, but he had drifted off to sleep, not even registering what you had done.
Follo nearly collapsed into his seat at the mess hall. It took all his energy just to grab a plate of food and start eating.
This week had been a nightmare. Sure, missions were part of his job, but the one he went on recently turned south when the Raiders showed up.
Follo certainly didnât get the worst of it. That honor belonged to Rudo, who took a nasty hit from one of the Raiders in order to protect a supporter. Rudo seemed to be doing perfectly fine, actually.
But Follo couldnât quite feel the same. He was exhausted. It didnât help that Semiu told him and all the other Cleaners that next week would be a rush week with mission after mission.
Once he finished his meal, Follo set his plate aside and slammed his head down onto the table.
âUghâŠâ he groaned.
âMoaning and groaning wonât make you feel better, you know,â Gris said, taking a swig of his drink.
âHow do you all have so much energyâŠ? Especially after a mission like thatâŠâ
âWe all take time to relax after missions, even if only for a short while. Do you have any hobbies you like? Doing something different will give you a good refresh.â
Follo thought for a moment. He did physical training sometimes to keep himself in shape, but he wouldnât call that a hobby. He put a lot of care into his hopefully-soon-to-be vital instrument, but caring for his hammer wasnât necessarily relaxing.
âI donât. Guess I never really thought about it,â he said, lifting his head up to look around.
âI suggest you find something. It really does help.â
Gris stood up to return his dishes, leaving Follo to ruminate.
What could he do to relax�
âHey, Follo! You alright?â You asked, causing Follo to nearly jump out of his seat.
âAh- Y/N! When did you get here?â
You were a fellow supporter and one of Folloâs closest friends. Plus, Follo had a tiny crush on you. Just a small one. You were so fun to talk to, a great teammate on missions, and so, so beautiful.
Really, it wasnât his fault he had a crush on you. Anyone else in his position surely would too. And sure, maybe he had the occasional lewd thought about you. You on top of him. You taking his length in your mouth and moaning around him. You telling him how good he was, so, so good.
He shook himself out of his thoughts and tried his best to focus on the present moment.
âJust a moment ago. Semiu and I were chatting at her desk about upcoming missions. Sounds like there are going to be a lot, huh?â
Follo sighed, nodding.
âYeah⊠may as well kill me now.â
You frowned. You had seen Follo tired before, but this was on another level.
âYou look so dead, Follo. Last mission was that bad?â
âApparently not to everyone else. I donât know what it is, but the life has been sucked out of me. It was hard for me to even eat. Gris told me to find a way to relax, but I really donât know how.â
The gears in your brain started to turn. If Follo didnât know how to relax by himself, maybe you could help.
But⊠would Follo want it?
You eyes scanned over his body hungrily. You had spent many nights fantasizing about him, thinking of all the ways you could please him in bed. You had a hunch that he liked you, but would he like that side of you? The side that spent hours rocking against your mattress, silently whining his name?
Maybe you would start out with something lighter, just to test the waters.
âIâve got an idea. You have enough strength to walk? Or should I carry you?â You teased.
Follo had to admit, the idea of you carrying him sounded really nice, but he still wanted to maintain his dignity around his fellow Cleaners.
âNope, I got it.â Slowly, Follo stood up. You grabbed his hand, dragging him along. In a few moments, you stood in front of Folloâs room.
âYouâre kicking me back to my room..? Thatâs your big idea?â
âNo, silly, Iâm going in with you.â
Confused, Follo entered his room, and you shut the door behind the two of you. You sat down on Folloâs bed and patted the area next to you.
Where could this possibly be going�
âI need your permission to sit on my bed?â
âJust sit down, Follo.â
Follo did as you said. You grabbed him by the torso and shoved the two of you over on your sides, heads resting against his pillow.
âWh-!â Follo blushed feeling your body against his. You had never been this close to him before, let alone in such an intimate setting.
âTaking a nap always makes me feel refreshed. So why donât we take one together?â
âI donât know if I canâŠâ
âSure you can! Just close your eyes and breathe in and out slowly. With how exhausted you seem, I bet youâll fall asleep right away. And Iâll be right here with you.â
Thatâs the problem, he thought.
How was he supposed to sleep with you so close? His heart thundered against his chest, and he swore it had to be loud enough that you could hear it too. Not to mention he felt himself twitching between his thighs. He flexed his muscles, trying to redirect the blood flow, begging you wouldnât notice.
âWhatâs wrong, Follo? Too nervous? Should I get closer?â You taunted.
âNo, really thatâs okay-â Follo tried to slide away from you, pressing his back against the wall.
You slid closer, wrapping your arms around his waist.
âDonât be shy, Follo. How long have we known each other for? Weâve gotten slammed against each other in the van due to Enjinâs rough driving, surely this couldnât be any-â
Your words halted when something hard pressed against your leg.
Follo gulped, almost comically so. His cheeks were nearly crimson, and he was trying to look anywhere but at you.
âFollo.â You called, and he still refused to look at you.
Well, if thatâs how he was going to play.
You pressed your leg between his thighs, eliciting a soft whine from his lips.
âFollo. Look at me.â
âI- I canât,â he gasped. It was just your leg, so why did it feel so good?
âFollo, if you donât look at me, Iâm leaving.â
Of course, you would never do that to the poor man. You just wanted to watch him squirm.
âNo, wait!â He grabbed your arm and took a shaky breath before staring directly into your eyes.
âIâm sorry Y/N, I really didnât mean for this to happen, I-â
You placed your lips on his to silence him. For a moment he was unresponsive, but he quickly took advantage of the opportunity, kissing you fast and hard. You bit down on his lip, and he moaned.
Pulling away, you slid off the bed and grabbed Folloâs legs, planting them on the ground.
âWhat are you doing?â
Did I mess up? Is Y/N leaving? Please, please donât leave. I want more.
âIâm helping you relax. Is that okay?â
Follo froze as you slid off his trousers and placed a wet kiss on his boxers.
âNeed a yes, Follo.â You said, shifting your attention to his thighs, sucking and leaving as many hickeys as you could.
âYes- please, please help me relax.â
âYes, sir.â You joked, which made Follo strain even harder against his underwear.
âCan I take these off?â You asked, pouting up at him.
âMmhmmmâŠâ Follo whined, nodding.
You slid his boxers down his legs, letting your hands run over his skin as you did so.
âOh, wow, Follo⊠youâre so prettyâŠâ
You drooled at the sight of him, and his cock twitched in response to your words. Slowly, you moved your hand up and down his length, torturing him.
âF-Faster, please,â he groaned, bucking his hips forward at your touch.
âNot yet. Be patient, okay? Iâll make this real nice for you, help you relax so well.â
Gradually, you quickened the pace of your hand, Folloâs hips jerking forward after each pump. You wondered how he would feel in your mouth and decided to test it out. Removing your hand, you replaced it with your lips, first pressing a kiss to his tip and then taking as much of him in your mouth as you could.
âO-Ohhhh,â Follo shivered, feeling an entirely new wave of pleasure. He gripped your head with his hands, pulling at your hair every time you swirled your tongue around him.
You bobbed your head as you sucked him off, adoring the sounds tumbling out of his mouth.
âIâm gonna- hmm,â He whined, voice shamefully loud. You moaned around him as if to say go ahead, and he shoved his cock all the way into your mouth. Ropes of his cum painted your throat as he thrust lazily, coming down from his high.
Taking him out of your mouth, you licked your lips before wiping them clean.
âFeel better now?â
âYeah. That was incredible, Y/N.â
You got up off the floor and sat in Folloâs lap, kissing his lips softly.
âYou still want that nap?â
The two of you laid down in his bed, him curled up in your arms while you drifted off to sleep.
How could he not? You were everything to him. Gorgeous, strong, sweet- so, so sweet.
And he wanted you to ruin him.
It wasnât his fault, really. It was the way you pressed close to him when you gave him a hug. How you absentmindedly traced shapes on his hand when you were bored. The fierce look in your eyes anytime you went into battle.
He had been suppressing his desires for months now, but it was faltering. He found himself longing for your touch late into the night, torturing himself with thoughts of you on top of him telling him exactly what to do.
Follo repeatedly woke up hard and needy. Each time it happened, he shamefully took care of it in the shower and averted your gaze for as long as he could afterwards without raising suspicion.
Luckily, Follo didnât have to worry about that this morning. After eating breakfast, he met up with Gris in the common area to play some card games. It was a relaxing morning, which was something he hadnât had in a while. He chatted with Gris and some other Cleaners who had joined the game, feeling completely at ease for once.
When the group decided to head off to the cafeteria, Follo got up to go with them.
âHey, Follo~!â You called, and Follo jumped. He hadnât even realized you were in the room. You were stretched out on one of the couches, legs lazily hanging off the side.
How beautiful you were.
âYes?â
âSince youâre up⊠could you get me that book on the shelf over there? The red one.â
Follo obliged, grabbing the book and handing it to you. Your fingertips brushed against his, and you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
âGood boy.â
You giggled, and Follo dashed out of the room.
Uh oh⊠you thought. Did you upset him?
âIâd better go apologize,â you said to yourself.
âHey, Y/N? Can you help me with something?â Someone called out to you.
âSure!â You responded, sitting up and setting your book to the side.
Later, you thought. Once Iâm done with this, Iâll apologize.
You hoped he wasnât too upset.
â
Follo slammed the door to his room and placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart thunder rapidly.
What was that?
You were definitely joking, but it sounded so right to Follo. Being your good boy sounded so lovely.
Follo sat down on the bed, his member twitching between his thighs. He needed you more than anything.
Grabbing his pillow, he positioned it in front of himself. He shyly began to rut against it, but quickly lost his shame.
âOhâŠâ he groaned, the bed frame squeaking slightly as he became more aggressive.
Unbeknownst to Follo, you were a mere few steps away from his room. When you got to the door, you took a deep breath and prepared to knock, stopping when you heard a noise.
Hm�
You were unsure of what exactly you heard, so you pressed your ear to the door to listen closer. You gripped your book tightly, having brought it with you so no one else would pick it up while you were gone from the common area.
âNghâŠâ Follo moaned, hips desperately grinding against the pillow. He thought about you watching him and telling him what a bad boy he was being. Shoving him off the bed, yanking his orgasm away from him.
The noises Follo made were still quite muffled to you.
Heâs not crying, is he..? Was what I said really that bad..?
Lost in his desire, Follo moaned louder.
âAh⊠Y/NâŠâ he cried out. How badly he wanted you to come through that door and punish him.
Startled by hearing your name, you jumped backwards. Your book fell out of your hands and onto the floor with a loud thud.
Panicked, you snatched the book off the ground and bolted to your room.
He wasnât⊠no, he couldnât have been. Follo didnât think of you like that, did he?
The way your name came out of his mouth was so incredibly attractive. It rang in your head, creating a growing need between your thighs.
Sliding down against the door, you slipped a hand into your pants and started to touch yourself, whimpers and whines escaping your lips.
â
After hearing a loud noise that was certainly outside his door, Follo froze. Was someone listening in on him? How much did they hear?
He did his best to compose himself and took a peek outside into the hallway, but there was no one in sight.
What if someone heard your name and knew what Follo was doing? Had they run off to tell you? What if you became disgusted by Follo?
As worried as he was, the thought of you being disgusted by Follo strangely turned him on. Having been shocked out of finishing, he still badly needed release. Taking his cock out of his pants, he began to jerk himself off.
With all the buildup from earlier, it wasnât long before Follo came. He panted heavily, face flushed red.
He really couldnât keep this up much longer.
â
The next day, Follo was still needy, but did his best to push it down. During lunch, he scanned the cafeteria to see if anyone was looking at him differently.
Nothing. Everyone was the same as usual. Not a single thing out of place. ExceptâŠ
You were staring right at Follo. His stomach flipped.
Was it you?
Blood rushed between Folloâs thighs and it took everything in his power to stop himself from getting hard right there.
Noticing that Follo was staring back, you slowly stood up and left the room, glancing in his direction once more when you stepped out and headed towards your room.
Follo hoped he wasnât misunderstanding, standing up to follow you. Silently, you made your way to your room, Follo right behind you. When you entered your room, Follo stepped in as well, shutting the door.
You turned around to look at him, arms crossed against your chest.
Follo lost what little control he had left.
He pulled you close to him and slammed his mouth onto yours, kissing you like he needed it more than air. He gripped your hips tightly and pressed you close to him, softly starting to rub himself against you.
You pulled away. For a second, Follo wondered if he had gotten your signals wrong.
âSuch a bad boy, arenât we?â
Oh.
Oh.
âPlease, Y/N, I want- I need-â
He began to rub against you again, groaning at the feeling of you.
You pushed him away, which caused him to whine at the loss of contact.
âTell me. What exactly were you doing yesterday?â
Follo blushed.
âI- You said that thing to me and something just- I donât know, I just needed you so bad and I couldnât tell you so I-â
âSpit it out.â You slowly ran your finger up his arm.
âI rutted against my pillow. I thought about how it would feel if it were you and how bad I was being- I was being so, so bad but I couldnât help it-â
âSo you made a mess of yourself?â
Follo nodded, trembling as you put a hand on his cheek.
âSilly boy. Why didnât you come to me? I could never refuse you.â
âYou mean it?â He said, eyes wide.
âMhm.â You rubbed his bottom lip with your thumb, and he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
âSo eager, arenât we? Iâll take care of you.â
âMmhâŠâ He groaned.
You sat down on the bed and patted your thigh for Follo to sit on. He nearly fell onto you, pressing his knee between your thighs as he settled in.
âTake what you need, okay?â
Follo slowly rocked back and forth on your thigh, his knee pressing against you each time he did so.
âMm⊠keep doing that, babyâŠâ
If it were possible, Follo grew harder hearing you moan. He picked up his pace, reveling in the delicious friction he felt.
âAh⊠Y/N⊠so goodâŠâ
Follo couldnât even form proper sentences, his mind in a haze. All that mattered now was his release, and he was chasing it as fast as he could.
In an effort to help out, you ran your hands all over Folloâs body, focusing especially on his back and thighs.
ââm so close⊠ahâŠâ
You were nearing your release as well, able to get off merely on the combination of seeing Follo like this and the feeling of his knee hitting between your thighs.
âTake it, baby. You deserve it.â
Follo groaned and rutted against you once, twice, three more times before cum soaked his pants and leaked out onto you. You came shortly after, twitching and moaning while the two of you rode out your highs.
After regaining control of your senses, you cupped Folloâs cheek and smiled.
âNext time you need something, you come to me, okay? Iâll help you out.â
âI will, I swear. I- I love you,â he blurted out.
summary : follo has been stretched thin between too many missions. he ends up blowing up at you, the person he loves most, and has to find a way to fix things.
warnings/tags : hurt/comfort, fluff, angst
writerâs note : one of my follo fics from ao3 !! gonna post the others soon , heâs literally my favorite ugh i love him
Being a supporter had never been an easy job, but it was particularly taxing on Follo lately. An influx of missions had appeared, and Follo had been assigned to an insanely high amount. He was hardly even at the Cleanersâ HQ, returning for one day only to leave the next on a completely new mission.
Folloâs only comfort as of late was you. You were a new addition to the Cleaners and hadnât been on nearly as many missions lately due to your lack of field experience. Most of the time when Follo returned from a mission, you were there to greet him. You made sure he ate, even offering him some of your personal supply of sweets for extra energy.
He was far too shy to say it out loud, but he loved you. That didnât stop the other Cleaners from teasing the two of you about it, though.
âReady to head back home to your wife, Follo?â One of the supporters teased.
âShut up,â he said, but no real malice was present. He was too busy trying to hide his bright red face to bother with picking a fight. Follo crammed himself into the vehicle, ready to head back after yet another mission.
When they finally got back, there you were, standing outside and waving.
âHey, guys! Howâd it go?â
âWent as well as it could have.â Zanka stepped out, being the first one to head in.
You stood and waited until Follo stepped out. As soon as you caught sight of him, you grinned. Earlier, you had come up with the idea of crashing into him and seeing how he would react. Now seemed like a perfect time to put that plan into action.
Charging forward as fast as you could, you slammed into Folloâs torso, wrapping your arms around him.
âHey-!â
âWhat? Would you rather me greet you differently?â You teased, gripping him tighter.
I love you, Follo thought. Please never let me go.
ââŠI didnât say that.â
After a few moments, you let go and walked by Folloâs side, heading into HQ while discussing his mission.
Sure, these missions were exhausting. But Follo would be lying if he said it wasnât worth it so see you greet him every time he came back.
â
âFollo, Follo!â You called, barreling down the hallway towards him.
âWhat is it..?â He asked, watching you bounce up and down on your feet.
âI can come on your mission tomorrow! The other Cleaners think Iâm finally ready! Isnât that great?â
Follo was certainly proud of you, but he couldnât help but feel a little envious as he became reminded of your Giver status.
âYeah, thatâs awesome..!â
He did his best to push his envy deep down. You were the sweetest, most loving person he knew. If anyone deserved to be a Giver, it was you.
âI canât wait to help you out! Iâve gotta go back to training. See you tomorrow, okay?â You were so happy you could have kissed him, but you held back. Even if Follo did like you back, kissing him right in the hallway was too much. You bounded back towards the training grounds, a grin plastered on your face.
Follo sighed, looking down at his beloved hammer.
âWhen is it my turnâŠ?â He muttered. Shaking his head, he made his way to his bedroom. All these missions were putting him at his witâs end, and the only thing besides you that kept him sane was sleep.
â
Follo awoke the next morning exhausted and irritable. He could not stay asleep for longer than an hour before waking up, and when he did wake up, it took ages to get back to sleep. Once he was done with this mission, he was going to fall into a deep sleep where no one could bother him.
âHey, Follo! All ready?â
Follo looked at you and smiled, a deep guilt blooming in his stomach as he did so.
There you were, all dressed in your Cleaner uniform, vital instrument at your side. You looked so gorgeous, so radiant. He hated how irritated he felt seeing you with a vital instrument knowing he had nothing. He hated how he felt like out of everyone, he was the one who truly deserved to be a Giver. He put so much care into his work- why couldnât it just be rewarded?
âYeah!â
You ran up and gave him a quick hug, temporarily shocking him out of his negative spiral.
âGood luck out there. Iâll do my best to protect you!â
As quickly as it had disappeared, Follo felt his irritation return. He didnât want you to protect him. He could do just fine on his own, had been on so many missions he felt like he was prepared for anything. If anyone was to do any protecting, it would be him protecting you.
âUh huh⊠I bet.â
He hadnât meant for it to sound as hostile as it did. You let go and Follo saw a flash of hurt and confusion run across your face.
Surely he didnât mean for that to come off as it did, you thought. Heâs probably just tired from all these recent missions.
You smiled, and Follo smiled back.
I have no reason to be mad at her, he thought. I love her. Once I get through this mission, I can sleep as long as I want, and Iâll feel better, and we can spend more time together without our Giver-Supporter dynamic. Maybe⊠maybe Iâll even tell her how I feel.
The two of you stepped out of HQ, meeting up with the rest of your crew.
Just one more mission, Follo thought.
One and done.
I can do this.
â
Sitting next to Follo in the van, your heart pounded against your chest. Your first mission, and you got to do it with Follo. You desperately wanted him to be proud of you, to be impressed by how capable you were.
On the way to the site, you daydreamed about protecting Follo from a trash beast and him thanking you for it, shyly pressing a kiss to your lips. How wonderful that would beâŠ
The van swung around a corner roughly, shoving you into Folloâs side.
âS-sorry!â You stuttered, snapped out of your fantasy.
âItâs okay,â Follo mumbled.
You couldnât get a read on his mood. Was he flustered? Upset? Most likely still tired from all his missions. You swore you would do your best to finish this mission as fast as possible so Follo could get back to HQ and get the rest he needed.
âAlright, weâre here! Everyone out!â Enjin called. You stepped out after Follo, following him into town to gather information.
Once you had received the general location of the trash beasts from the townspeople, you and your crew headed there, making sure there werenât any bystanders that could get in the way of the fight.
âIâm so nervous⊠how about you, Follo?â
âIâve done this a ton. Not a big deal.â
You werenât imagining things. Follo was definitely acting distant. Was there another problem besides his exhaustionâŠ? You hoped not.
A roar sounded nearby, and a horde of trash beasts came charging at you.
âHeads up, Y/N! You get the first attack, okay? Show us what youâve got!â Enjin nodded his head towards you, letting you take the lead.
âYes, sir!â You shouted, readying your instrument and stepping in front of Follo.
The cord keeping him from snapping was wearing thin. You didnât need to step in front of him like that. He wasnât in any immediate danger. The beasts were still far enough away that Follo would be able to avoid them easily.
You ran at the beasts, taking them out as if you had done it a thousand times before.
âWow~ Impressive, Y/N! Now that youâve shown what you can do, let us help out, too!â
After letting you handle the brunt, your fellow Givers joined in, destroying the beasts left and right. One slipped past you and charged straight for the supporters.
âFollo!â You shouted, stopping your slaughter to chase the one that got away.
Follo was readying his own weapon to knock the beast out or at least redirect it back to the Givers, but before he got a chance to attack, you smashed the beast.
Time seemed to freeze, blood rushing to Folloâs head. He had this. You were pitying him. Taunting him with how strong you were compared to him. Shoving your instrument in his face.
âI got it! Did you see that, Follo?â
He felt the cord snap.
âThat was reckless! I know how to protect myself and my fellow Supporters. You left your position for one beast?â
You were taken aback.
âFollo, I-â
âJust because you have a vital instrument doesnât mean you get to look down on me. You think youâre so special, donât you?â
âI was just-â
âGo back to your position. Get away from me.â
You stumbled backwards, your heart dropping so far you swear you couldnât even feel it beat. Tears pricked your eyes.
The commotion had died down behind you. All of the trash beasts had been eradicated. You couldnât move a muscle, couldnât turn around to look at your other teammates.
âI just wanted to protect you,â you choked out. The sound of your voice wavering made Follo realize what he had done.
Without turning around, you called out to your team.
âHey, I- I have a friend to visit in a neighboring town, so you guys go back without me, okay? Call me on my choker if you need me!â
Unable to maintain your composure any longer, you dashed away, wishing you could find a hole and crawl into it forever.
When you made it far enough away, you sat under a cliff, hugged your knees to your chest, and sobbed.
â
Follo felt like the worst person in the world.
âI donât know of any towns in the direction Y/N ran off to. Everything okay with her, Follo?â Riyo asked.
âI-â he started, but then stopped. What was he supposed to say? That he insulted you and basically told you he hated you? That he was a child who couldnât control his own emotions just because, what, he was a little tired?
âEverythingâs not okay. Follo here said some nasty things to her.â One of the supporters who watched the scene go down looked at Follo and shook his head.
âHah? Whyâd you do that, Follo? She was doing great! Donât tell me you ruined her first mission?â
Follo collapsed onto his knees and covered his mouth with his hand. He never wanted to speak again. How could he, when something so vile came out of his mouth?
ââŠIâm so sorry.â
âWell donât say that to us, silly! Go say it to her! Weâre supposed to hold a celebration dinner for her tonight, and I am not missing out on good food because of your dumb mistake.â
How could they all take this so lightly? It felt like Folloâs world had just collapsed. Gris leaned down behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âFollo. You didnât mean what you said, right?â
âOf course not. I- I didnât mean to-â
âThen go tell her. Talk it out.â
âWhat if she doesnât want to speak to me?â
He couldnât imagine you wanting to.
He couldnât imagine you wanting to speak to him ever again, for that matter.
âWell, youâll only know if you talk to her.â
âShe went off in that direction, yeah? Go after her. Weâll hang out in town for a little longer. Iâve got some shops Iâd like to check out, anyway. Hurry back, though! We wonât wait around forever.â Enjin helped to lift Follo back onto his feet, giving him a shove in the direction you went.
Folloâs feet picked up, quickly turning into a run. He was terrified of you being mad at him, but even more terrified at the prospect of never speaking to you again.
He hoped it wasnât too late.
â
You didnât know how long you had been under the cliff. When you ran out of tears and lifted your head, the sky was a different color. It was getting late.
Why did you run off? You should have at least held it in until getting back to HQ.
âUghâŠâ you sniffled, wiping your reddened eyes and standing up. Your head pounded from dehydration.
This is going to be a miserable walk back, you thought. At least it gave you plenty of time to think about how to explain your absence⊠and how to face Follo.
You saw how his eyes widened when you choked out your response. It looked like he wanted to say something to you, but there was no way you could have faced him then.
Honestly, you didnât even care about the harsh words he said. It was the way he looked at you that hurt you the most. Like you had taken something from him, and he would never forgive you. Like you were causing him immense suffering and pain. Like he hated you and only you.
Tears welled up in your eyes again, and you shook your head, trying to snap yourself out of it.
âI am not going to sit here and wallow forever,â you garbled out to no one.
You prepared to take a step forward, but stopped in your tracks when you heard a shout.
âY/N..!!â
Crap. You ducked behind a wall of rocks, instinctively hiding. You didnât want Follo seeing you like this. In fact, you werenât really sure if you wanted to see him at all.
Follo stopped, setting his hands on his knees and panting.
âWhat have I doneâŠ?â He whispered, barely loud enough for you to hear it. Not knowing you were just around the corner, he started rambling to himself.
âItâs going to get dark soon⊠what if sheâs still out here? What if she refuses to come back..? Why canât I just control myself?â
He threw a punch against the cliffside, which made you yelp. You slapped a hand to your mouth, but it was too late. Follo had heard you. Slowly, he stepped around the corner and met your gaze. Any words he had thought of while running around searching for you escaped him.
Your hair was a mess, your eyes red and puffy, tear streaks still visible on your cheeks. Your lip quivered and your whole body trembled slightly, weakened from dehydration and general exhaustion.
ââŠHey.â You said. You tried to turn to the side, but Follo grabbed your face with both hands and started intently at you. You didnât have time to react before he yanked his hands away and slapped himself.
âWhat are you-?!â
He slapped himself a second time and then looked straight at you.
âI am so, so sorry.â
ââŠAre you?â
âIâm the dumbest man alive.â
âCanât argue with thatâŠâ you let out a bitter laugh.
âI was so tired, and I made a stupid, stupid mistake. Thatâs not an excuse. I shouldnât have- I shouldnât have been so horrible to you. I shouldnât have done that to anyone, but especially not to you.â
You met his eyes as he continued to speak.
âYouâre so strong. Youâre the most incredible person I know. Youâre so confident, and beautiful, and youâre so perfect here with the Cleaners. Itâs your home, and I made you feel like you didnât belong. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
You could see the regret on Folloâs face.
âI didnât want you to see me as weak. To see me as someone who needed protecting. I hate that I donât have a vital instrument like you. I hate that I took all of my envy and threw it at you. Iâm a horrible person. You donât have to forgive me. You donât ever have to speak to me again. But please come back to the Cleaners. Itâs getting dark, and I donât want you to be out here alone.â
Follo stretched his hand out and you took it silently, letting him guide you back to where your crew was still waiting. They didnât ask any questions as you stepped into the van, and Enjin turned up the radio on the ride home so no one would have to speak.
You held onto Folloâs hand the whole way, not letting go for a second.
â
When you made it back to HQ, you were told that your celebratory feast would be ready in a couple hours. Everyone headed their separate ways for the time being. You squeezed Folloâs hand, and he looked back at you.
âHey, Follo?â Your voice cracked.
âYes?â
ââŠ.Can we talk?â
âOf course.â
The two of you went into your room. When the door shut, you began to speak.
ââŠIâm still really hurt by what happened.â
âI know.â
âJust because I love you doesnât mean I forgive you.â
Whoops. Didnât mean for that part to come out.
âI kn- What?â
You blushed and turned away.
âSorry. Didnât mean for you to find out like this, but itâs true.â
Follo wrapped his arms around you and squeezed.
âY/N, I love you too. I love you so, so much. I donât think I can survive without you. I know I said you donât ever have to speak to me again, but I really hope you do. I promise Iâll be better. I donât ever want to hurt you like that again. I hate what I did, and Iâm not going to forget about it for a long time. Is it- is it okay if I love you, too?â
âPlease. Please love me, too. But Follo-â
âYes?â He responded eagerly, loosening his grip and moving to look directly at you.
âYou will make this up to me, and it wonât ever happen again. Understand?â
âYes. Yes, I swear Iâll make it up to you, Iâll do anything. Anything, I promise.â
You pressed a kiss to his lips, and it took everything in his power to not grab you and kiss you again and again.
âLetâs start by you getting a meal and catching up on sleep, okay? Weâll revisit this tomorrow.â
Follo nodded, and the two of you left the room to attend your celebration.
summary : enjinâs been getting on your nerves lately. touching you, taunting you- really just getting on your nerves any way he can. and youâre so very tired of it. so you decide to teach him a lesson.
warnings/tags : smut, mild angst, dom (reader)/sub (enjin), masturbation, choking, biting, wet dreams, foot job (?), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dry humping, enjin referred to as princess
writerâs note : recently became obsessed with enjin heehee
Enjin sat next to you in the common area, an arm slung around your shoulder while the two of you played cards with other Cleaners. The two of you werenât even dating, but he sure acted like it. His arm around you. His hand on yours. Squeezes of your arm. Any time he could be possessive of you, he gladly was.
âDo you have to touch her all the time, Enjin?â Bro asked, throwing down another card. He was mostly teasing, but he did think the contact was a little excessive. Especially with the children around⊠he didnât want them getting any bad ideas.
âSure do. How else is everyone gonna know sheâs mine?â
You scoffed quietly at that, rolling your eyes. No one seemed to notice your reaction, all still focused on the game.
âYouâre not just warding off other guys, youâre scaring everyone away⊠I donât remember the last time I saw someone speak to Y/N without you present.â
âNot my problem.â Enjin shrugged even though it definitely was his problem.
âDonât worry, Bro. Eishia and I are going for a little girlâs day out tomorrow. Enjin will have to stand being all alone for one whole day- how ever will he manage?â
Enjin tightened his grip on you as if it were some sort of warning to stop, but all it did was annoy you.
Whatâs his problem?, you thought. His antics had gotten out of hand lately. He was like a guard dog, barking at anyone who got too close to you without his permission. And you didnât need his permission for anything, nor did you ever think to ask for it. He was just your acquaintance. Just another one of the Cleaners.
âI bet the two of you will have so much fun!â Delmon shouted. You giggled, which only irritated Enjin further.
The game of cards lasted a couple hours longer, being interrupted every few moments with chatter. You all would have played longer, but the children showed up and commandeered the table for drawing purposes.
âLetâs go get some food!â
You all agreed with Delmon, heading towards the cafeteria when you stopped and pulled Enjin aside for a second.
âLook. I donât know what your goal is here, but if itâs to upset me, itâs working. You have got to stop this tough guy act. You do not own me. We are not together. Weâre not even friends. Got it?â
Enjin, a little taken aback by your sudden fierceness, swallowed and nodded.
âGot it. Sorry, princess.â
You glared at him.
âI am not your princess.â
âWhatever ya say, prin-cess.â He enunciated the word, getting right up in your face.
Furious, you grabbed his throat and squeezed, shoving him right up against the wall.
âSay that again and youâre dead. Do. You. Understand?â You punctuated each word with another squeeze to his throat until he couldnât even breathe. He nodded and you let go, leaving him coughing and gasping for air.
âNow, princess. Why donât we go join the others for dinner, hmm?â
Enjinâs eyes widened.
âSure, just⊠just gimme a sec, okay? Ya knocked the wind right outta me.â He coughed again, pounding his hand against his chest as if that would help the air get out.
âWhatever. As long as I can be away from you.â You turned on your heel and left, rage still bubbling inside of you.
Why have I even been tolerating him for so long�
At first, you let him get away with it because you thought it was kind of cute. You thought maybe he wanted you, and you developed a small crush on him. Over time, your feelings faded. Enjin never made a move on you. Even flirted with other women in front of you. The nerve. You refused to cry over him- he was too infuriating for that. Instead, you swore that you were done putting up with him. If he tried to put his hands on you again, you might just kill him.
Enjin put a hand to his throat, right where yours just was.
âOh, wowâŠâ
He didnât know why he started to touch you. Something about you drew him in, and he just wanted to see how youâd react. When you didnât do anything, he kept pushing, trying to get something out of you. He shifted where he touched you, tried touching you more often, even tried flirting with other women in front of you to see how youâd react. All of that⊠and nothing.
But something in you had snapped.
And Enjin loved it. The feeling of your hand on his throat was addicting. He wished it were still there, threatening to crush his windpipes. You calling him princess? Just the cherry on top. Heâd love to be your princess if it meant youâd pay more attention to him, maybe even give him some affection.
He saved the memory of what just happened in the back of his mind and headed off to meet back up with the group for dinner.
When Enjin showed up, you were annoyed. You had silently hoped he was too afraid of you to even grace your presence again, but there he was, like nothing had happened.
âEnjin! What took you so long?â Bro asked, sliding a plate of food over to him.
âNeeded a sec.â
Under the table, Enjinâs hand slowly crept over to yours. Before he could interlace his fingers with yours, you shifted your hand to his thigh.
Hm�
You gripped him, hard, digging your nails into his skin.
âAh-â Enjin winced, and the others looked at him. You swiftly moved your hand back to your lap, your expression unchanging.
âSomething wrong?â You asked, doing your best not to smirk.
âJust fine. Felt a cramp in my leg. Must need to do some more stretches in the morning, yeah?â
âI know a great routine! Iâll share it with you!â Delmon offered excitedly.
âYeah, sure. Letâs go over it some other time.â Enjin was dismissive, his eyes wandering back to you.
âSurprised you donât have your arm around her yet. You sure youâre okay, Enjin?â Bro asked.
âYeah⊠just⊠takinâ what you said earlier to heart, ya know? Trying not to⊠ward everyone away.â
âI didnât know you had it in you,â Bro chuckled, grabbing his drink and taking a large swig. He let out an internal sigh of relief. Maybe now the children wonât get any wrong ideasâŠ
âGuess heâs finally being good for once,â you said teasingly between bites.
Enjin quickly finished his food and set his plate down.
âGotta run,â he stood up, already walking towards the exit. âSee ya tomorrow!â He waved, and just like that, he was gone.
Your mood brightened with him gone, and you continued to chat with the Cleaners, enjoying how free you felt.
-
Enjin shut the door to his room and sat down on his bed.
âWhat are you doing to me, Y/NâŠ?â He murmured, rubbing the spot on his thigh you had gripped.
He wanted you to touch him like that again. To look at him as if he were worthless, to treat him like nothing.
âMhhâŠâ he groaned, his thoughts about you growing more lewd. He continued to rub his thigh, hand getting dangerously close to his crotch.
He thought about you forcing him onto his knees and ordering him around. Insulting him and punishing him when he did something wrong. Enjin loved to act tough, but he really just wanted you to want him.
Enjin lowered himself onto the ground, imagining you standing above him, sneering.
âHow pathetic,â you would say. âDisgusting, needy little slut.â
He would (not-so) shamefully strip down to nothing, letting you press your foot down onto him.
ââM sorryâŠâ He would say, jerking his hips up.
âIf you were sorry, youâd stop moving. Stay still and take what I give you.â
Youâd run your foot across his dick, rubbing it until he couldnât take it anymore.
âY/NâŠâ heâd groan, and youâd lean down.
âWhat is it, princess? Canât handle it?â
You would press your hand to his throat, and that would push him over the edge, causing him to cum all over his stomach.
âAhâŠâ Enjin snapped himself back to reality and looked down at his crotch. A damp patch was visible, and he felt how soaked his boxers were.
Did I just�
No way. Thereâs no way he could be this desperate, but the proof was right there.
âGuess Iâd better get cleaned up, then.â
Enjin headed to the shower, unable to shake the embarrassment of what he just did.
-
You definitely needed this day out with Eishia, especially after the dream you had last night.
In the dream, Enjin was naked in your bed, tears in his eyes.
âY/N, please, please let me-â he was lying on the bed, you straddling his lap. He bucked his hips upwards, his hard member pressing against you in a way that felt incredible.
âShh. Youâll take what you can get, okay?â Wearing a skirt, you took off the panties that were underneath and moved to hover yourself over Enjinâs face.
âEat it.â
âOh thank you, Y/N, promise Iâll do so well for you, so good, I swear-â he babbled, shutting himself up soon after by latching his mouth onto you. He ran a stripe across you with his tongue, making sure to circle your clit.
âMm⊠so good, princessâŠâ you started to grind against his face, and he placed one of his hands on your hip to steady you, using the other to grab his cock and start jerking himself off.
You let it slide since he was doing so well with his mouth. When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned loudly. He twitched under you, groaning, and you glanced back to see cum dripping down his cock.
âSo excitable, arenât we? Keep going.â
Enjin continued to pump himself slowly, but kept up his pace with eating you out, moving the hand that was on your hip to slide a finger in you.
âMhmmâŠâ after a few strokes of his finger, you came, riding his face through your high. You had to force yourself off of him because he didnât want to stop. When you moved away, he whined.
âDonât worry, baby. Youâll get your chance again.â
The dream ended there, leaving you with soaked panties when you woke up.
What was that? You didnât like Enjin. Honestly, you hated him. So whyâŠ?
After taking a cold shower and eating breakfast, you found Eishia.
âReady to go out?â You jangled the keys to the vehicle.
âYesâŠ! Thank you so much for wanting to go out with me today, I really appreciate it..!â
âHey, weâre friends. Of course I want to hang out with you! Now letâs hit the town, yeah?â
Eishia nodded, and the two of you headed towards the exit. On the way out, you saw Enjin and made eye contact with him. Still flustered from your dream, you quickly averted your eyes. Enjin thought about saying something to you, but didnât get the chance as you escaped HQ, Eishia right behind you.
âWhat was that look for..?â He muttered.
She couldnât have known about last nightâŠright?
âI bet she hates you now!â August, who was nearby, decided to give his (unnecessarily loud) input.
ââŠnow why would she hate me?â
There were several reasons, really, but this seemed too out of nowhere.
âYouâve been getting on her last nerve! Eishey-Wieshyâs been telling me all about it! How she used to like you, but youâve been really irritating lately!â
Enjinâs mouth was agape. August kept yelling.
âSaid sheâs never seen Y/N so upset, all because of you! Man, you messed up big time, didnât you!â August laughed, Enjin still frozen in shock.
âNow that I think about it, I donât think I was supposed to say any of that! Whoops, guess Iâll get back to my designs!â August darted out of the hall, leaving Enjin slack-jawed as he processed what August just said.
You had liked Enjin? You never reacted to him! How was this fair?
If you had liked him⊠did that mean you stood by while he flirted with other women? Were you hiding how upset you were? More importantly, you didnât like him anymore. Did he push you over the edge? He didnât mean to, really! You were just so cute, all he wanted was to get a reaction out of you. How was he supposed to know you were hiding all of your real feelings under the surface?
He cursed and kicked the wall, slamming the door behind him as he walked outside.
He needed a smoke.
-
You walked around Canvastown with Eishia, finally forgetting about Enjin for once. The two of you had stopped by many stores throughout the day and decided it was time for a meal.
When you picked a place that looked good, the hostess told you they were packed, and the only available seats were the bar.
âThatâs fine with me. Okay with you, Eishia?â
âYes, of course..! Iâm so sorry weâre inconveniencing youâŠâ she bowed her head to the hostess.
When the two of you were seated, you looked at Eishia and gave her a soft smile.
âYou really donât have to do that, you know? Itâs their job to find seats for customers.â
âI know, but stillâŠ!â
You ruffled her hair, and then picked up your menu.
âThese seats are still pretty nice, yeah? Too bad I canât drink, though, since I have to drive us back. I could use a drink right about nowâŠâ Enjinâs face flashed through your mind and you shook your head, trying to get it out.
âI-â
âDonât apologize for me being unable to drink. I really donât mind, âkay? Letâs get our food and then head back to HQ before it gets too late.â
âOkayâŠ!â
The two of you ordered and ate, and it was delicious. You would have to come back here next time you got the chance.
Right before you were going to ask for the check, a guy slid up to the two of you, his eyes locked onto Eishia.
âCan I buy you pretty ladies a drink?â
Eishia looked at you, panicked and unsure of what to say. You took up a defensive posture, narrowing your eyes at the man.
âHey, back off. Sheâs underage. Keep your eyes to yourself, alright?â
âMy bad, didnât know. What about you, then? Care for a drink?â
You scanned him up and down. He was decent looking enough, but you werenât here for that kind of fun today.
âNah, Iâm not drinking today. Maybe another time? If I see you again, that is.â
He smirked, and you felt a little annoyed. You didnât really want to see him again, and likely wouldnât, but you felt it was better to offer rather than flat out reject him.
âSure. Iâll take you up on that. Hope I see you soon.â He winked, and you threw up in your mouth a little.
Once he walked away, you got the check and paid, leaving the restaurant and heading back to the van.
âThank you for getting rid of himâŠ!â Eishia said, grabbing your hand.
âNo problem. I have to look out for you, yâknow? Youâre like my little sister.â
Eishia blushed and you grinned.
âLetâs get back to HQ. I bet theyâre falling apart without us.â
âI bet they are,â Eishia giggled.
-
HQ may not have been falling apart without you, but Enjin certainly was. He was losing his mind trying to figure out how to win you back. If you had already given up on him, would you even consider liking him again? Giving him your attention?
He loved the reactions you had given him recently, but he didnât want you to solely hate him. Heâd like at least a little bit of attraction in there too. Was that so wrong? He anxiously ran a hand through his hair, messing up some of the styling he had done.
The doors to Cleaner HQ opened, you and Eishia walking in, chatting and giggling with each other.
So perfect. You were so, so perfect.
Desperate to win you back, Enjin stepped in front of you. Confused and still trying to avoid him, you tried to dodge, but he stepped in front of you again. This happened a couple more times before you snapped at him.
âWhatâs your deal? Iâm trying to get to my room.â
Eishia scampered off, not wanting to get involved in your conflict.
ââŠcan we talk?â
Huh?
Enjin, the one who had been tormenting and taunting you this whole time- wanted to talk? Alright. Youâd bite.
âFine.â You gritted out. âBut weâre doing this on my terms.â
You gripped his arm and stomped off to your room, yanking him in and shutting the door.
âOkay. Talk.â
Enjin, while still worried, couldnât help but get excited at your commanding voice.
âIâm sorry.â
What?
âIâm sorry for how Iâve been acting lately with you. All of the touching and teasing. I just-â He stopped himself, not willing to admit his reasoning for it all.
âYou just what? Explain yourself.â
You couldnât believe Enjin was actually apologizing to you. Maybe he really did have a heart after all.
He swallowed thickly, trying to come up with a good enough reason to conceal his real one.
âI just wanted something fun to do, ya know? I thought youâd be fun. Pretty ladies always are, arenât they?â
He internally hit himself. You were not going to appreciate that excuse.
And oh, you sure didnât.
âWas I?â Your voice was steady, fury hiding just beneath the surface.
Enjinâs mouth moved before he could think.
âYou were a little dull, to be honest. Thought Iâd get more from you, but you sure donât give it up easy, huh?â
What. An. Idiot.
âWait- That didnât come out how I-â
You slapped him across the cheek.
âSorry I wasnât entertaining enough for you. Why donât you go find someone else to play with? Maybe theyâll give it up easier than I will.â Tears pricked your eyes.
No. You swore you wouldnât cry over him.
But it was too late.
âY/N, wait-â
You slammed the door and darted into your room, slamming that door too.
Tears fell down your cheeks and you shoved your face into your pillow to hide your wails.
It didnât do much. Enjin followed after you, being stopped when you unknowingly shut your door in his face. He could hear your sobs and horrible guilt flooded through him. He slid down against your door, covering his face with his hand.
-
You spent the next few days absolutely fuming at Enjin. Each time you saw him, you passed by in a huff, being sure to cast a nasty glare his way or shove into him or step on his foot or do something to hurt him.
You were lashing out like a child, but you didnât know what else to do. How were you supposed to be a mature adult and have a conversation with him about it when he had said something so infuriating?
Enjin felt awful. He must have ruined his chances with you for good, if they werenât already gone. He didnât even know how to approach you anymore. What if something stupid came out of his mouth again? He couldnât risk it.
You didnât want to see Enjin anymore, but you couldnât avoid it when Semiu called you and him over to the reception desk.
âThe two of you are going on a mission tomorrow. There are some pretty nasty trash beasts that need taken care of, and youâre the only ones who are available.â
âThere arenât any other Cleaners that can go with Enjin?â You asked, already knowing the response. There were a ton of missions this week. Of course everyone would be busy.
âNope. And get along, wonât you? I donât know whatâs going on between you two, but everyone can tell somethingâs wrong. Itâs making the air around here heavy. Just kiss and make up already.â
You flushed red, humiliated by the fact that everyone could tell you and Enjin were fighting. Why wouldnât they? He was attached at your hip beforehand. Now, you didnât even spare him a glance (not counting your furious glares).
Enjin stayed silent, watching you.
Maybe this would finally be a chance for him to make things up to you�
-
Your body hated you.
Yes, that must be the case. Otherwise, why would you have dreamed about Enjin again last night?
You were so mad at him, so why did you dream about him begging you to ride him?
âPlease,â he sobbed. âPlease, Y/N, I need it more than anything, need you so bad, need you bouncing on me and squeezing me so good, I need-â
You sat on his lap, grinding against him agonizingly slow.
âYou wonât get anything. Youâve been such a bad, bad boy, Enjin.â
ââM sorry, âm so, so sorry, Y/N, I just want you so bad-â
âShh.â You leaned in and kissed his neck before biting down hard, and he groaned so loud that you swore anyone and everyone could hear it. He jerked his hips up, trying his very best to get the friction he needed.
âBad. Boy.â You spat, reaching your hand down and spanking him. Unfortunately, that only fueled him further.
âY/N. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-â he chanted your name until he came, painting both of your stomachs white.
You woke up immediately after that happened, feeling more horny than you ever had before. You even fingered yourself to try and be released from the feeling, but it wasnât enough. Nor was the cold shower, the slaps to your face, or the screams muffled in your pillow.
When you and Enjin met up for the mission, you refused to look at him. Assuming this was still because of what he said, Enjin stayed quiet, turning up the radio on the way to your mission- to Canvastown. No supporters were available for the mission, so everything was up to the two of you.
Great.
You watched as he drove, staring at his hand lazily gripping the wheel. You wondered what those fingers would feel like inside of you.
No- you were mad at him. He said awful things to you!
You shamelessly stared at his crotch, trying to imagine what it would feel like if he rutted against you.
No. This could not be happening to you.
You could not be fantasizing about Enjin.
You replayed the memory of his words from the other day, slowly killing your fantasies and replacing them with rage. The ache between your thighs dulled, but only slightly.
Enjin didnât notice your staring, too lost in his own thoughts.
How could he make you realize he really did care about you�
By the time you reached Canvastown, he still hadnât come up with anything. The two of you walked around town together, not acknowledging each otherâs presence. You started asking the townspeople about the trash beasts- what they looked like, how they acted, where they were spotted.
You had almost gathered all the information you needed when-
âHey- itâs you!â
You turned around, coming face-to-face with the guy you had met when you were out with Eishia.
âOhâŠâ you said, cursing under your breath.
Enjin eyed the guy curiously. Who was this, and why did he act like he knew you?
âYou up for that drink now? I promise Iâll show you a good time.â
You smiled, which made Enjin itch with jealousy.
âSorry- canât. Iâm on official business today.â You pointed to the Cleaner logo on your jacket, and the man raised his eyebrows.
âOh, youâre a Cleaner, huh? Bet youâre here about those trash beasts. How about you meet up with me after theyâre all gone? Iâll help you relax.â His eyes locked onto your chest like you were a piece of meat.
You werenât interested in this man whatsoever. But you did need to release some tensionâŠ
âMaybe. Weâll see.â
Enjin couldnât believe what you were saying. This man clearly wanted nothing good from you, and you were okay with that? But not with him?
Enjin snaked his hand around your waist, which made your thighs clench. At the same time, you looked at him in disbelief. He had the audacity to touch you, after all he did?
âSorry, dude. Afraid I canât hand her over to you. Sheâs got plans, yâsee?â
He frowned at Enjin.
âI donât believe you.â
Looking back at you, he smiled.
âCome find me afterwards, okay? Iâll make it worth your while.â
You waved, watching him walk into a nearby shop. You yanked Enjinâs hand off your waist and were just about to give him a piece of your mind when you heard the roar of a beast.
âWe are going to talk about this later.â You hissed, sprinting in the direction of the roar. Enjin followed. He didnât care if he was in more trouble with you- he had to get that filth away from you.
You made quick work of the beast and its friends. It was stronger than the average beast, but your desire to finish up and find someone to use for release motivated you to fight harder than normal.
Your thighs throbbed with need. If you didnât get your satisfaction soon, you were going to lose it.
You were about to head back into town to find the man who offered you a drink, but Enjin grabbed you by your hood and dragged you to the vehicle with him, ignoring your protests.
Pushing you in the passenger seat, he shut the door and made his way to the driverâs side.
âEnjin, if you donât let me out of this van right now-â
âWhy? So you can go have fun with that loser?â
âWhat does it matter who I choose to spend my time with-â
âWhy wonât you just spend it with me?!â He shouted.
âMaybe I would if you werenât such a jerk! You think you have the right to control who I can and canât be with after those awful things you said to me?!â You climbed over the console, accidentally sliding into his lap as you two fought.
âI didnât mean it! I was trying to hide that I was acting that way to get a reaction out of ya, and Iâm a terrible liar, okay? I didnât mean to hurt you, I never wanted to hurt you! So what if I donât want you to have sex with a guy you barely know? So what if Iâd rather you be with me?!â
You both went silent, panting heavily to catch your breath.
â⊠you wanted to get a reaction out of me?â
âYes, okay?! Ya never said anything when I flirted with other women, never even flinched when I touched you! I just- I wanted you to want me- is that so wrong?â
You took a second to process.
Enjin wanted you.
He wanted you to be with him.
âŠDid he say he wanted to have sex with you?
âYouâre sick, you know that? Trying to get my attention by flirting with other women.â
âI-â
Should he even admit at this point that he wanted you to be mad at him? To punish him for being so bad?
âSuch a bad boy.â
You slapped a hand over your mouth.
Your body really did hate you. Why else would that come out of your mouth in the middle of an argument?
âS-Say that againâŠ?â Enjin asked, growing excited. You saw the look on his face.
Was he⊠enjoying this?
You cleared your throat.
âYou heard me. Youâre a bad boy.â
Enjinâs dick twitched beneath you, and you felt it. Oh, how you felt it.
âAm IâŠ?â
He pouted up at you and you felt your core gush between your thighs. Slick spilled out of you, making your panties damp.
âYouâre disgusting. Are you seriously excited because I called you a bad boy?â
Enjin placed his hands on your hips, but you quickly swatted them away.
âDid I say you could touch me?â
âNoâŠâ
âHands behind your back. Now.â
This was everything he had dreamed of and more. He obliged, staring right at you while he put his hands away. You were completely soaked, and it was leaking out onto Enjinâs crotch where he could feel it.
âWow⊠you want me that bad?â He teased. You pressed your hand against his throat and he groaned.
âI donât remember telling you to speak, princess.â
You lifted your hips up and pressed them back down, feeling just how hard Enjin was.
All for you.
You wanted to go slow, but the ache between your thighs wouldnât let you. You pulled the seat back to give yourself more room, and then you started grinding against Enjin like it was the only thing you needed.
âAh⊠youâre making me feel so good, princessâŠâ you moaned. Enjin tried his best to resist coming, already on the brink of doing so. He knew he wasnât supposed to speak, but words began tumbling out of his mouth.
âY/N⊠mmh⊠please⊠please go faster, faster, want it so bad, want you so bad- put me inside of you, please, wanna cum in you, want you to cum around my cock, please-â He whined when you lifted yourself up and took away the friction.
âNot today, princess. But Iâll let you please me. Sound good?â You grabbed his hand and shoved it in your panties, rubbing yourself against his fingers. He nearly came solely from feeling how wet you were.
âMake me feel good, âkay? Be a good princess.â
Enjin wasted no time shoving two of his digits in you, pumping in and out and rubbing your clit furiously.
âAh, ah- EnjinâŠâ you moaned. Before long, you came around his fingers, squeezing them tightly. Enjin came from the feeling alone, staining his pants.
You slumped against Enjin and it was ages before either of you moved again.
ââŠwe should probably make it back to HQ, shouldnât weâŠ?â You asked.
âMm.. yeah. Guess so,â Enjin said. You peeled yourself off his lap, moving back to the passenger seat.
Enjin did his best to clean himself up, moving the seat forward and starting the vehicle. The ride was silent for a while, neither of you knowing what to say.
âHey, Enjin?â
âYeah?â
âAre we, like⊠dating now?â
âThink so. That okay?â
âYeah.â
When the two of you made it back to HQ, everyone could tell something had shifted between you. You were smiling now, and Enjin was, too- which left everyone in shock.
What could have possibly happened on your mission to change things so drastically?
