Follo x Chubby Reader continuation
Male Ver.
MDNI(Minors do not interact) 18+ smut
A pleased, devilish little grin spread across your face as you watched your boyfriend, Follo, worship your thick thighs. His hands, warm and sure, massaged the soft flesh, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin. He peppered kisses along the sensitive crease where your thigh met your torso, each one a soft, wet promise that sent a jolt straight to your core. You could feel the heat of his blush radiating from his cheeks, his golden eyes looking up at you from beneath his lashes, a mix of embarrassment and raw excitement swimming in their depths. He was completely captivated, eager to please you, even if it meant getting a face full of your sweet, sweet cock and ass pussy.
His breath hitched as you shifted slightly above him, the heat of your body seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes. He let out a soft, needy whine, his grip on your thighs tightening.
He looked up at you, his expression a perfect blend of bashfulness and eagerness. The flush on his cheeks deepened to a brilliant crimson, but his golden eyes were locked on yours, shining with a desperate, almost feverish excitement. This position was undeniably embarrassing for him, but he wasn't complaining. In fact, the sheer wantonness of it seemed to only fuel his desire. He was aching to please you, to drown in the taste and scent of you, to make you fall apart completely. He swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room."Y-you're so beautiful..." he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned in, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the damp fabric covering your core once more. The heat and the distinct, intoxicating scent of your arousal were already making his head spin. He nuzzled against you like a starved animal, his breath coming in short, ragged puffs. "C-can I?...take them off?...your underwear..."
You tilt your head, a silent command hanging in the air between you. Follo's eyes widen for a fraction of a second, a flicker of nervousness crossing his face before it's quickly devoured by his all-consuming need to obey. He gives a small, eager nod, his hands moving from your thighs to the waistband of your underwear. His fingers tremble slightly as he hooks them into the soft fabric, his gaze never leaving yours. He slowly, deliberately, peels the damp garment down your legs, his knuckles brushing against your sensitive skin, sending another wave of heat through you.
He tosses the ruined piece of clothing aside, and the sudden exposure to the cool air of the room makes you shudder. He takes a moment to just look, his eyes raking over your exposed, glistening flesh with a reverence usually reserved for a masterpiece. A soft, appreciative hum rumbles in his chest, the sound vibrating through his sternum and up into you where you sit. "So pretty..." He sighs, unable to think of any other word to describe you at the moment, clearly you could see his brain had turned to mush.
Adorable. Simply adorable.
Without another word, he leans forward, his movements slow and deliberate. He places a soft, almost chaste kiss right at the base of your cock, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. A shiver wracks your body, and you can feel the low thrum of his pleased hum against you. He continues this torturous, feather-light trail of kisses up your length, each one making you pulse in anticipation.
His tongue finally makes its first appearance, darting out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum that has gathered at the tip. He moans at the taste, the sound muffled and vibrating directly against you. It's the final straw. You were so tempted to just...grab his head and force him to take all of you, but—you held back. Follo wasn't always this confident when it came to being the one in control, so, seeing him take charge like this was an absolute turn on. You guessed you had to play the waiting game...even if it was terrible torture.
The sight of him, his cheeks flushed, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he tastes you, it was really so erotic. His hands come up to rest on your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to hold you steady as he takes you into his mouth. At long last~
A soft, wet heat envelops the tip of your cock, and Follo lets out a hum of pure contentment, causing you to whine in turn and shudder. The vibrations travel straight through your body, making your toes curl.
He takes you slowly, inch by agonizingly delicious inch, his tongue swirling and exploring every vein, mapping out your taste with an artist's precision. His cheeks hollow as he begins to suck, his head bobbing in a steady, rhythmical motion. The sight of him, his lips stretched around you, his eyes fluttering shut in concentration, is almost too much to bear. He looks utterly debauched, his face a mess of saliva and pre-cum, and he's loving every second of it.
You were loving every second of it.
He glances up at you through his lashes, his golden eyes dark with desire, a silent question in their depths: "Is this good for you, my love?" He's not just doing this to please you; he's doing this because he genuinely enjoys it, because he wants to taste you, to make you feel good. And that alone was the most mind numbing feeling in the moment. He was completely at your mercy, just the way you both liked it.
The pressure builds, a delicious, coiling heat deep in your gut. You can feel the tell-tale tightening in your balls, the rush of blood to your cock as Follo's expert mouth works its magic. His eyes are locked on yours, pleading silently, wanting to see you fall apart for him. You can feel him moan around you, the vibrations pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Follo..." you gasp, your voice a raw, broken plea. "I'm... I'm going to..."
You warn—but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums again, the sound deeper, more insistent, and hollows his cheeks, increasing the suction. One of his hands slides from your hip, his fingers tracing a path down to your entrance, teasing the sensitive skin before slowly, carefully, pushing a single finger inside. The dual sensation—the heat and pressure of his mouth, the slight intrusion of his finger—is so much— You let out a breathy gasp, back arched and hands scrambling to grab at the sheets. You find yourself helplessly rocking into both sensations, rutting against your skilled boyfriend's ministrations.
It was all so exquisite.
The pressure from his finger inside you, the heat and suction of his mouth—it all coalesces into a white-hot pleasure that detonates behind your eyes. Your entire body tenses, a silent scream caught in your throat as you spill into his mouth. Your release is intense, wave after wave of pure ecstasy washing over you. Follo doesn't flinch, doesn't pull away. He takes everything you give him, his throat working to swallow it all down, his finger still gently probing your entrance, milking you for every last drop.
As the last tremor subsides, you collapse forward, your body spent and boneless. Follo slowly, carefully, pulls back, releasing you from his mouth with a soft, wet pop. He wipes the back of his hand across his lips, licking away any stray drops, his eyes still fixed on you with a look of pure adoration. He gently pulls his finger out of you and leans in, placing a soft, chaste kiss on your stomach. You can feel his satisfied smile against your skin.
You stay there, hunched over Follo and panting, the room filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the soft, contented sigh Follo lets out as he nuzzles against your stomach. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across your face as you come down from your high, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your release. You look down at the boy currently cuddled into your midsection, his messy hair sticking to his forehead and his cheeks still flushed a deep, rosy pink.
God, he was so damn cute. Yet, surprising all the same. Was that the same Follo just now? That was...
"Damn, Follo..." you murmur, your voice still a little breathless. You reach out and gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Where did you get so good at that?" You can't help but sound genuinely impressed, a little awestruck even. "Seriously... I've never... you've never..." You trail off, shaking your head slightly, unable to find the words to fully express how mind-blowingly good that was.
You laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through both of your bodies. You gently trace the curve of his ear with your finger, a teasing glint in your eyes.
"And then you started to finger me," you continue, your voice a low purr.
"I thought I was gonna fold the minute you did, you cute devil you. What happened to my cupcake of a boyfriend? What have you done to him? Bring him back~" You cry out with dramatics while Follo simply lets out a soft, breathy chuckle, a sound that's half-amused and half-whine, he moves, shifting his weight a bit under you. And before you can react, he rolls you both over, maneuvering your bodies so you're lying on your sides, facing each other. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin.
"In my defense," he mumbles, his voice muffled but clear. "I learned by watching you do it to me all those times."
The confession hangs in the air between you, and for a moment, the only sound is the soft rustling of the sheets and your own breathing. You both blush simultaneously, a deep, satisfying heat spreading across your chests and up your necks. You're pleasantly surprised, your eyes blinking a bit in disbelief before they narrow, a familiar mischievous glint returning to their depths. The surprise melts away, replaced by a playful, challenging energy.
"Show me more," you whisper, your voice dropping to a low, seductive tone as you lean in closer, your lips almost brushing against his ear. "Show me everything you learned while you were watching me." You pull back just enough to see his reaction, a smirk playing on your lips. "Prove to me that you're not just my sweet cupcake anymore."
A playful pout forms on Follo's lips, though his eyes still hold that same hungry glint. "Hey, in the first place," he retorts, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your chest "I was never a cupcake. You just liked to call me that because you know how shy and nervous I get." He punctuates his words with a sharp nip to your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips with a new found strength.
Before you can even think to respond, he's moving, shifting his weight and expertly maneuvering you both until he's hovering over you, his body a warm, solid weight pressing you into the mattress. He grabs your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to hold you steady as he pulls you down the bed, aligning your bodies perfectly. A shiver runs through you as he leans low, his breath hot against the smooth skin of your ass.
He doesn't waste a single second. The first touch of his lips is soft, almost reverent, as he presses a gentle kiss to the swell of one cheek. The contrast between his earlier roughness and this surprising tenderness sends a fresh wave of heat through you. A soft sigh escapes your lips, your body relaxing into the soft sheets beneath you.
But the tenderness is fleeting. He parts his lips, his tongue darting out to taste your skin, a slow, wet stripe that makes your entire body arch into his touch. He groans against you, the sound muffled but filled with pure, unadulterated appreciation. His hands spread your cheeks wider, giving him full access, and he buries his face between them, his tongue delving deep into your most intimate place. The sensation is overwhelming, wet and insistent as he licks and sucks at your entrance, his nose pressing against your other cheek.
A strangled gasp tears from your throat, your back arching clean off the bed as Follo's tongue presses inside you. The sheer audacity of it, the raw, unfiltered boldness of the act—it's so unlike the shy boy you knew, it sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated arousal straight to your core. Your fingers claw at the sheets, bunching the fabric in tight fists as your mind struggles to process the overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck..." you breathe out, the word a ragged whisper. "Follo... holy shit..."
You can't believe this is happening. Your boyfriend, the one who used to blush crimson if you so much as held his hand in public, is now devouring you with a hunger that borders on feral. The thought alone is enough to make your cock twitch, already hardening again against your stomach. He's not just eating you out; he's worshipping you, his tongue moving with a practiced skill that belies his earlier bashfulness.
Follo hums in response, the deep, pleased vibration resonating through your entire body and straight to your cock. He seems to take your breathless curse as the highest form of praise, a signal to press on. His hands, which had been firmly holding your hips, slide up your sides, his fingers splaying across your ribs as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you.
He pulls back just enough for his tongue to trace a slow, maddening circle around your rim, before pushing back inside with even more force. His other hand comes around, his fingers wrapping firmly around your renewed hardness, and he begins to stroke you in time with the rhythm of his tongue. The dual sensation is exquisite—a perfect, overwhelming combination of pressure and heat that steals the last coherent thought from your mind. All you can do is lie there and take it, a helpless, moaning mess beneath your surprisingly bold and utterly devoted boyfriend.
The pleasure is so all-consuming, a dizzying wave of sensation that makes you see stars. Follo's tongue is a masterful instrument, and his hand on your cock is just as skilled, pushing you relentlessly towards another peak. It's in this haze of bliss that you feel it—the insistent, hard pressure of his own erection pressing insistently against your hip.
A wicked, playful grin spreads across your face. As much as you want to just melt into this feeling forever, a new, even more delicious idea forms in your mind. You wriggle slightly in his strong grip, a small shift that makes him pause, his tongue stilling inside you. His hand on your cock also stills, the sudden absence making you whine softly.
"Hey," you breathe out, your voice thick with desire but laced with a teasing edge. "As much as I love this... and I really, really do... I think you should pause for a second."
The moment your words leave your lips, a flicker of something—nervousness, maybe a little bit of fear—crosses Follo's eyes. He stills instantly, his tongue and hand frozen in place. He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his lips glistening, his cheeks flushed and his breathing slightly ragged.
"Did... did I do something wrong?" he asks, his voice a quiet, hesitant whisper. He looks utterly vulnerable in that moment, the bold confidence from before evaporating as he seeks your approval. His grip on your hips loosens, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. He's waiting, poised on the edge of your next word, ready to stop or continue, whatever you desire.
You earnestly just want to cuddle him. He looked like a hurt puppy. And funny enough, it made you feel guilty, though whatever he was thinking was far from why you wanted him to stop.
You chuckle softly, a sound of pure affection as you see the worried look in his eyes. "Hey, no, no, no," you murmur, your voice soft and reassuring as you gently push his hands away from your hips. "You did nothing wrong, not even a little bit. In fact, you were perfect." You give him a playful wink. "You were just so good, it got me thinking."
With surprising strength and agility, you maneuver yourself off of him and gently push him back onto the bed until he's lying flat on his back. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervous excitement. You straddle his chest, facing his feet, and then shuffle backward until your ass is hovering just above his face and it elicits a wide eyed look from him, his face turning bright crimson. You can feel his warm breath fanning against your sensitive skin.
But it's really that look he makes that gets you. Imagine, same guy that was shamelessly eating out your ass, and now he's being self conscious? Follo was just....Cute.
"This is why," you say, your voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. You reach lean down, your hands moving to grab the waistband of his trousers. With a flick of your wrist, you yank it down, his boxers following suit, his cock springing out and slapping you against your cheek—which, you didn't mind. It was a pleasant sting, it was sorta hot too~ "We're gonna pleasure each other. Do the number 69." You cooed delightedly, already grasping his cock and giving it a few teasing strokes. Strokes that make his breath catch in his throat.
A shudder runs through Follo's body as your fingers wrap around his length, his hips instinctively bucking up into your touch. The sight of you, poised above him with that mischievous, commanding glint in your eyes, is enough to steal his breath away. The nervousness melts away, replaced by a raw, eager anticipation.
He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a low groan that vibrates against your skin, he lifts his head and buries his face back between your cheeks. His tongue is even more insistent now, driven by the dual sensations of your taste and the sight of your mouth descending towards his own arousal. He licks and sucks at your entrance, his hands coming up to grip your thighs, pulling you down harder against his face.
Meanwhile, you take him into your mouth. The taste of him is salty and familiar, and you hum in satisfaction around him, the vibration earning another deep moan from Follo.
The sounds that fill the room are a symphony of shared pleasure—your soft moans muffled around his cock, and his deeper, more guttural groans vibrating directly against your most sensitive skin. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady mixture that only serves to fuel the fire between you.
Follo's grip on your thighs tightens, his fingers digging in almost painfully as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper with each downward motion. You can feel the muscles in his abdomen twitching beneath you, a clear sign of how much he's enjoying this. His tongue works in perfect rhythm, circling, probing, and then pulling back to lavish attention on your perineum before diving back in for more.
You match his intensity, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard, your hand moving to the base of his shaft to stroke in time with the movements of your mouth.
The intensity builds between you, a feedback loop of pleasure that grows more and more frantic. Follo's tongue becomes an animalistic force, no longer content with just tasting you but demanding more, his hands pulling you down harder onto his face as if he wants to consume you entirely. The vibrations from his moans are becoming more pronounced, a constant, deep thrum that resonates through your entire body, making your own cock weep with need against his chest below.
You can tell he's close. The way his hips are starting to lift off the bed, the way his thighs are trembling, the desperate, needy sounds he's making into you—it's all a clear signal. And the knowledge that you're the one bringing him to this state, that you have this kind of power over him, only spurs you on. You hollow your cheeks, increasing the suction, and your hand begins to move faster, your thumb swiping over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that's gathered there amd teasing the slit.
The frantic pace of your movements is pushing him closer and closer to the edge. You can feel the tension coiling in his body, the tremors in his thighs becoming more pronounced. Suddenly, his mouth is pulling away from you, his breathing ragged as he gasps for air.
"I'm... I'm gonna..." he manages to choke out, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. But it's too late. The combination of your expert mouth and the overwhelming pleasure of being inside you has shattered his control. A deep, guttural moan is torn from his throat as his body goes rigid. His hips jerk upwards one last time, burying himself deep into the warmth of your mouth as he starts to spill his release.
You feel the hot, salty flood of his cum hit the back of your throat. You swallow instinctively, continuing to milk him through his orgasm, your hand and mouth working in tandem until the last shuddering wave of pleasure passes through him.
With a final, slow lick, you release him from your mouth with a soft, wet pop. You sit up, his softening cock slipping from your lips, and you shift your weight to face him, moving to straddle his chest instead. You look down at him, your chest heaving with your own labored breath. A soft, fond smile plays on your lips as you gaze at his face.
He looks utterly wrecked. His eyes are closed, his cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, and his lips are swollen and slick. He's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly under you. The usually bashful, sometimes bold lover is now just a pliant, spent boy, looking up at you with a dazed, almost sleepy expression. The sight is so endearing, so utterly cute, that your heart does a little flip-flop in your chest.
You reach out a hand and gently brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, your touch feather-light. "There now..." you whisper, your voice soft and filled with affection.
You let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in your chest as you feel it vibrate beneath you. You lean down slightly, your face hovering just over his, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.
"My, my," you murmur, your voice a low, playful purr. "Look at you. All shy and blushing after that little display. I'm impressed, though. I didn't think you had it in you to come undone so quickly. It's... cute, actually." You give his chest a light, teasing tap with your finger. "I wish I was half as sensitive as you are. It must be nice to feel everything so intensely." Follo lets out a soft, mortified whine and immediately buries his bright red face in the crook of his arm, which is now thrown over his eyes. His shoulders shake slightly, not with sadness, but with the overwhelming mix of embarrassment and residual pleasure.
You laugh, a full, delighted sound that fills the room. The sight of him trying to disappear into the sheets is just too precious. You lean down, your breath warm against the shell of his ear.
"Oh, don't be like that," you whisper, your voice dripping with amusement. "It's adorable how you get all flustered. You look like you want to melt right into the mattress."
You pull back just enough to see his face, peering at him from under his arm. His glare is weak but pointed, a silent protest against your teasing. You just grin wider, completely unfazed.
"So," you say, your tone shifting from playful to something more direct, more hungry. You trail a finger down his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch. "Are we going to keep going? Because, honestly, looking at you right now..." You pause, letting the words hang in the air, heavy with implication. "You look incredibly breedable."
The effect of your words is instantaneous. Follo's glare vanishes, replaced by a wide-eyed stare of pure, unadulterated shock. He visibly tenses beneath you, his body going rigid as a board. The flush on his cheeks deepens from crimson to a deep, beetroot red, creeping down his neck and onto his chest. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but no sound comes out, only a small, strangled gasp. He quickly pulls his arm further over his face, hiding completely now, his shoulders hunched in a gesture of utter mortification.
You, on the other hand, are absolutely delighted by his reaction. The silent, indignant glare was one thing, but this complete and utter flustered meltdown is exactly what you were hoping for. A low, triumphant chuckle rumbles in your chest, and you lean down again, this time pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to the heated skin of his shoulder.
"Relax," you say, as if you haven't been just bullying him into this position.
Your voice is a low, soothing murmur against his skin, a stark contrast to the wicked words you just spoke. "I'm just teasing you, baby," you whisper, your lips brushing against his shoulder as you speak. "It's cute, that's all. The way you react... it's just... really, really cute."
You shift your weight, moving off his chest to lie beside him on the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover his still-flustered form. You wrap an arm around his waist, pulling his back flush against your chest. You can feel his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of embarrassment and residual arousal. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin just below his ear.
"But seriously," you murmur, your voice dropping to an intimate, husky tone. "Are you done for the night, or do you have another round in you? Because I'm far from finished with you."
You feel the slight tremor run through his body as he mumbles into his arm, his voice thick with exhaustion and a hint of shyness. "...'m tired... maybe later..." The words are a soft, sleepy protest, and you can't help the small, adorable pout that forms on your lips. You were having so much fun, and the thought of stopping now is a genuine disappointment. But then, a slow smile spreads across your face as you process what his words truly mean.
The Follo from before, the one with the confident smirk and the bold words, is gone. In his place is the soft, sweet boy who just wants to curl up and be held. The 'cupcake Follo' you know and adore. And honestly, you can't find it in yourself to mind one bit. You sigh dramatically, but it's all for show. You tighten your arm around his waist, pulling him even closer until there's no space left between your bodies.
He's secure in your arms, and you're right where you want to be.
Though, part of you still wishes you both could've gone further...But, what mattered was the fact that you both were at a mutual, happy understanding...And right now? You were just fine with resting, the promise of later keeping you in high spirits.
"You better make good on that promise." You purr against his ear, said ear turning a deeper shade of red. He heard you, and that was enough. Definitely you were looking forward to it.
-End-
Continuation? maybe? 😭🤲
Sorry for the slow uploads, I've been terribly busy. Part 2 of Follo x Bimbo coming soon, Followed by Jabber x Follo Modern AU. 🫡
