trust me guys i will be uploading soon!! unfortunately my wifis been out for the past few days but we are so back!! hopefully should upload something tomorrow, and also feel free to send in requests!!
Could you do a Follo x Reader Nsfw fix, please? So like reader is a cleaner who like a chill person but gets super flustered in relationships, but she secretly has a hair pulling and bitting king, she likes getting her body marked up and hair pulled on. And also has a BIG secret Breeding kink, Lile she wants a baby and stuff. If please, make that the fix and include some fingering, size difference and aftercare please! In short, cleaner reader wants a cute baby that looks like follo, and kinda (full on) begs follo not to go soft on her, with soft aftercare and a little snip of a pregnancy headcanon. Please and thank you!!!
You don't need to write this if you don't wanna I won't pressure you, don't worry! PS: You seem like a amazing person personally to me cause you page and stuff seems great!
Yes ofc ! ♡
𖹭.ᐟ follo x f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: smut, doggy style, fingering, breeding, slight fluff at the ending
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 2.2k
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“You want me to do what?!” Follo whispers incredulously, staring into your eyes like you just asked him to commit a heinous crime. In his eyes you may as well have. That list of kinks you just gave him shook him just a little.
Pulling hair. Spanking. Breeding, ect..
Sure, they weren't too crazy, and he wasn't as innocent as he looks—but he was afraid of accidentally hurting you, or doing something wrong. On the other hand, his pants felt painfully tight just imagining it.
A smile plays on your lips and you tilt your head in a soft manner. “What? You heard what I said.” Your hand curved around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “C'mon pleaseeeee?”
He sighs softly and leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, hands coming up to carefully cradle your cheeks. “I can't say no to you.” His voice a gentle murmur against your lips. His gaze drops to your lips, the soft, gentle curve of them—it's nearly hypnotizing. “You're so pretty, honey.”
A light pink dusts over your cheeks, humming against his lips—you pull him closer, letting your lips meet in a soft kiss. Follo sighs against your lips and settles between your legs, his hands traveling down your cheeks and every dip and curve of your body. He grasps your hips, dragging you closer gently while deepening the kiss—pushing his tongue past your soft lips.
“I don't want you to hold back on me.” You murmur, the sound of your voice muffled against his lips as your hands leave his hair to trace down his spine. He pulls back from the kiss and groans slightly, still worried about hurting you despite the aching urge in his cock to give in to your every whim. “You're sure, baby?”
You nod, grabbing the back of his shirt and slowly bunching it up to try and take it off him. He sighs wearily and takes off his shirt revealing his bare chest and torso to you. His head dips back down to press a soft kiss to your cheek while his hands pressed under your shirt, lifting it up and revealing more and more of your soft skin. “You're so perfect.” He murmurs, pulling your shirt off over your head, tossing the fabric mindlessly to the side.
For a moment he just admires you, admiring every soft curve, the way your skin looks under the dim light. It's undeniably sensual—it makes him want to handle you like something fragile, despite your clear want and need for him to be rough. Follo was normally very polite, so imagining him being rough, especially with someone he cared about so much, felt nearly impossible even with his promise to be rough like you asked.
He groaned softly and tugged down at your shorts, watching the fabric slip down your skin, showing off the panties you were wearing. Fuck, his cock felt harder, straining against his pants—throbbing just to be inside you. He couldn't help but whimper a little, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. His hand slides down to your thigh, spreading your legs apart—fingers tracing along the hem of your panties.
You let out a small moan, glancing down at him, watching his fingers inch closer and closer—dragging over your clothed pussylips, tracing up your slit before circling your clit softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes dart up to your face, watching your expression carefully—seeing how your brows furrow in pleasure. He increases the pressure of his thumb slightly, pressing down on your clit more.
A breathy whimper leaves your lips, bucking your hips—trying to get more friction. “H-hey… I said, be rough, not tease me.” You whined, a small pout on your lips. Follo laughed quietly, smiling before taking his fingers off of you. “Okay, okay.” He relents, dragging off your panties with a small tug—watching your hips lift for him and your legs spreading open for him.
He chokes back a moan seeing your dripping pussy, his gaze tracing your slit, the way your wetness and arousal drips down slowly. Biting his lip to muffle any sounds he rubs down your thighs till he reaches your folds. Carefully he spreads them with his thumbs, watching the way your hole flutters around nothing.
“You're just so… beautiful.” He murmurs, like he just can't say it enough. It will never be enough, to him words can't describe how gorgeous you are to him, from head to toe and especially when your cunt is dripping for him. A finger begins to prod at your hole, slowly, slowly pushing in without warning. He groans at how tight and wet you feel around his digit.
His hands aren't huge, he's not as big as the others in general—standing at a slightly above average 5 foot 9. He wasn't huge, but bigger than you, and his fingers were big enough to stretch out your tight pussy. Each time his calloused but gentle fingers push inside your honeyed cunt it feels like the first time all over again, warm and perfect.
A moan leaves your lips, quiet yet whiny and high-pitched, hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his fingers as he adds a second digit. The pace picks up, his fingers curling meticulously to hit your g-spot—tearing another louder moan from your chest, the sound almost guttural.
Your back arched, grasping his shoulders while arousal dripped from your cunt down to his fingers. Each curl and thrust of his fingers splashed wetness across your thighs and his wrist—the sight was erotic.
The aching growing bulge beneath his pants twitched, straining hard against the thick fabric—he whimpers, rubbing his crotch against your inner thigh while plunging his fingers in and out of you.
His brows furrow, looking down at you with something that can only be explained as carnal desire—and so very amenable to your every demand and need. Something in him snaps, his eyes are filled with more than just that desire, it's a mix of things, love, infatuation…lust. His fingers slip out of your sloppy hole before moving to haphazardly take off his sweatpants and boxers.
His cock springs free, smacking against his lower abdomen, just below his belly button. His reddish tip leaking a clear gossamer.
Your lips part at the sight, trembling at how he's looking at you—looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.
Follo, often seen as polite, and even altruistic sometimes—but now, he's like a different person, not churlish, but almost debauched. It makes you quiver, but it also makes you wetter. It makes you want him more—and to actually go through with what you asked. Rough you up a bit, and fill you with his babies.
His free hand slipped under your neck, tangling in your hair, smashing his lips up against yours. His kiss was firm albeit gentle all at once, pulling you close to press his bare chest to yours—tongues tangling together sloppily.
While his kiss grows messier your arms wrap around his torso—nails scratching down his back, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the head against your clit.
He swallows your moans, groaning as he pulls away—gazing down at your face he smirks slightly. “Are you sure you want all this?” His head cocks to the side curiously, making sure that you really want what you asked for—if you'll really take what he dishes out.
“Yes.” You mewl, growing impatient. You just need him so badly—whining when his cock presses against your cunt.
A small laugh leaves his throat, reaching down to grab your waist and flip you over onto your stomach as he mumbles, “Okay, okay baby. Don't get angry at me.” His voice is a soft but a low drawl, the gravel in it from the lust obvious. He grabs your hips and lifts your ass into the air–pulling you onto your knees with your face against the pillows.
You look back at him, biting your lip to muffle an impatient whine—watching while he aligns his cock with your entrance, prodding at your tight hole before pushing in. His eyes practically roll back, watching your pussylips swallow up the tip of his throbbing cock. He groans, hips stuttering as he grabs your ass—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“So fucking tight…”
His hips buck forward pushing deeper, and deeper till he bottoms out. You mewl at the sensation of being filled up by his cock, fingers curling into the sheets as your walls tighten around him. He slips one of his hands down to the back of your neck, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, making your arch on his cock.
The sting of his hand yanking your hair hurts, but it makes your pussy flutter around him. How much wetter that makes you becomes obvious to him, seeing how your arousal already begins to drip down to his balls. He pulls back before slamming back forward, setting a rough pace—one hand on your ass, squeezing and pulling you back on his dick while the other pulls on your soft strands of hair.
Your sweet, mellifluous sounds fill the room, egging him on to ram into you harder. You cry out, ecstasy filling your body as his cock reaches all your gooey, sensitive spots. Your fingers clenched further against the sheets. Yanking your hair back further, he pulled you up—pressing your back to his chest continuing his messy, unrhythmic thrusts.
“You feel so—hng!—fucking good!” He slurs, completely and utterly pussydrunk—addicted to the way your tight, spongy walls squeeze him dry. “Gonna cum so deep, f'you, baby.”
He grunts, landing a sharp slap on your ass, the sting and vibration elicits a cry from your lips—a debauched, needy cry. The way he ruts forward unceremoniously, like he can't fucking stop even if he wanted to.
“Yesyesyes, d-don't stop!” You sob, tears pricking in your eyes as the tip of his cock bullies deeper, hitting your cervix. You nearly choke on your moans, back arching against his front. “Please…please cum inside me.”
He whimpers at your pleas, his hips stuttering against your ass—feeling how good you flutter and clench around him. Your body fits perfectly against him, you're perfect for him. His hand on your ass reaches around to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he is. He can't help but imagine how you would look with your tummy round and full of his baby. It just made him want you more.
His hips pounded forward harder, gasps leave his lips as he presses sloppy wet kisses against the side of your neck below your ear. Tugging your head back further by your hair to bare your neck to him, his tongue swipes a long sloppy line from the junction of your shoulder to your ear.
Your walls spasm around him, a telltale sign you're oh-so close to that impeccable brink of ecstasy. He smirks, biting down on your neck, pounding his cock deep into your sloppy cunt. Your arousal coats his cock, the creaminess of your pussy drips down his balls—heavy as they slap against your clit.
“Cum on my cock, baby.” He whimpers against your ear, the sound enough to send you over the edge. You cry out, thighs trembling, cumming hard against his cock. Your walls spasm as your orgasm wracks through your body—squirting on his cock, dripping all over the mattress.
“Fuck yes, baby.” He moans, his cock throbbing inside you like he might cum right now, but he holds back as much as he can. Relishing in your cries and the way you clamp around him. “You're gonna milk me dry, pretty.”
Follo desperately tries to hold back his own release, but he can't—slamming forward, lecherously chasing his release. His moans and whimpers are lewd, dropping his hands to your hips—letting go of your hair. Your body gives out, laying against the mattress with your ass up in the air just for him.
Gripping your hips bruisingly hard, his hips pound against your ass one final time before cumming silky gossamer inside your hole. He pants heavily, grinding his hips against you, pushing his cum deeper. In hopes of reaching your womb.
He pulls out, watching his release drip from your puffy cunt. He immediately pushes it back in with his fingers.
You let out a fucked out whimper, looking back at him. His eyes soften immediately, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. The action is a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. Though, meant to be soothing and gentle. “Was that good for you, pretty girl?” He tilts his head curiously, albeit looking tired with soft half-lidded eyes. His fingers slowly pull out of you and rest on your thigh.
“Mhm.” You reach up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to lay with you.
“Let me clean you up first.” He stumbles up, letting go of you to grab a towel. Padding back over he settles beside you, turning you over onto your back and spreading your legs. He gently wipes up the mess between your legs before tossing the towel.
You pull him back to lay with you again, bringing him close. His arms wrap around your waist allowing your head to rest carefully on his chest. Turning on your side you take his hand and place it on your stomach. “Let's have a baby?” You tilt your head, mimicking his curious expression earlier.
Follo smiles softly at your cute expression, kissing your cheek and then your lips he nods.
“Yeah."
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I almost never see anything of Follo, oh em gee he's such a cutie. 🥹 He's too underrated
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and so are requests !
Could you do a Follo x Reader Nsfw fix, please? So like reader is a cleaner who like a chill person but gets super flustered in relationships, but she secretly has a hair pulling and bitting king, she likes getting her body marked up and hair pulled on. And also has a BIG secret Breeding kink, Lile she wants a baby and stuff. If please, make that the fix and include some fingering, size difference and aftercare please! In short, cleaner reader wants a cute baby that looks like follo, and kinda (full on) begs follo not to go soft on her, with soft aftercare and a little snip of a pregnancy headcanon. Please and thank you!!!
You don't need to write this if you don't wanna I won't pressure you, don't worry! PS: You seem like a amazing person personally to me cause you page and stuff seems great!
Yes ofc ! ♡
𖹭.ᐟ follo x f!reader
𖹭.ᐟ CW: smut, doggy style, fingering, breeding, slight fluff at the ending
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 2.2k
· ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── · · ─── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ─── ·
“You want me to do what?!” Follo whispers incredulously, staring into your eyes like you just asked him to commit a heinous crime. In his eyes you may as well have. That list of kinks you just gave him shook him just a little.
Pulling hair. Spanking. Breeding, ect..
Sure, they weren't too crazy, and he wasn't as innocent as he looks—but he was afraid of accidentally hurting you, or doing something wrong. On the other hand, his pants felt painfully tight just imagining it.
A smile plays on your lips and you tilt your head in a soft manner. “What? You heard what I said.” Your hand curved around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “C'mon pleaseeeee?”
He sighs softly and leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, hands coming up to carefully cradle your cheeks. “I can't say no to you.” His voice a gentle murmur against your lips. His gaze drops to your lips, the soft, gentle curve of them—it's nearly hypnotizing. “You're so pretty, honey.”
A light pink dusts over your cheeks, humming against his lips—you pull him closer, letting your lips meet in a soft kiss. Follo sighs against your lips and settles between your legs, his hands traveling down your cheeks and every dip and curve of your body. He grasps your hips, dragging you closer gently while deepening the kiss—pushing his tongue past your soft lips.
“I don't want you to hold back on me.” You murmur, the sound of your voice muffled against his lips as your hands leave his hair to trace down his spine. He pulls back from the kiss and groans slightly, still worried about hurting you despite the aching urge in his cock to give in to your every whim. “You're sure, baby?”
You nod, grabbing the back of his shirt and slowly bunching it up to try and take it off him. He sighs wearily and takes off his shirt revealing his bare chest and torso to you. His head dips back down to press a soft kiss to your cheek while his hands pressed under your shirt, lifting it up and revealing more and more of your soft skin. “You're so perfect.” He murmurs, pulling your shirt off over your head, tossing the fabric mindlessly to the side.
For a moment he just admires you, admiring every soft curve, the way your skin looks under the dim light. It's undeniably sensual—it makes him want to handle you like something fragile, despite your clear want and need for him to be rough. Follo was normally very polite, so imagining him being rough, especially with someone he cared about so much, felt nearly impossible even with his promise to be rough like you asked.
He groaned softly and tugged down at your shorts, watching the fabric slip down your skin, showing off the panties you were wearing. Fuck, his cock felt harder, straining against his pants—throbbing just to be inside you. He couldn't help but whimper a little, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. His hand slides down to your thigh, spreading your legs apart—fingers tracing along the hem of your panties.
You let out a small moan, glancing down at him, watching his fingers inch closer and closer—dragging over your clothed pussylips, tracing up your slit before circling your clit softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes dart up to your face, watching your expression carefully—seeing how your brows furrow in pleasure. He increases the pressure of his thumb slightly, pressing down on your clit more.
A breathy whimper leaves your lips, bucking your hips—trying to get more friction. “H-hey… I said, be rough, not tease me.” You whined, a small pout on your lips. Follo laughed quietly, smiling before taking his fingers off of you. “Okay, okay.” He relents, dragging off your panties with a small tug—watching your hips lift for him and your legs spreading open for him.
He chokes back a moan seeing your dripping pussy, his gaze tracing your slit, the way your wetness and arousal drips down slowly. Biting his lip to muffle any sounds he rubs down your thighs till he reaches your folds. Carefully he spreads them with his thumbs, watching the way your hole flutters around nothing.
“You're just so… beautiful.” He murmurs, like he just can't say it enough. It will never be enough, to him words can't describe how gorgeous you are to him, from head to toe and especially when your cunt is dripping for him. A finger begins to prod at your hole, slowly, slowly pushing in without warning. He groans at how tight and wet you feel around his digit.
His hands aren't huge, he's not as big as the others in general—standing at a slightly above average 5 foot 9. He wasn't huge, but bigger than you, and his fingers were big enough to stretch out your tight pussy. Each time his calloused but gentle fingers push inside your honeyed cunt it feels like the first time all over again, warm and perfect.
A moan leaves your lips, quiet yet whiny and high-pitched, hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his fingers as he adds a second digit. The pace picks up, his fingers curling meticulously to hit your g-spot—tearing another louder moan from your chest, the sound almost guttural.
Your back arched, grasping his shoulders while arousal dripped from your cunt down to his fingers. Each curl and thrust of his fingers splashed wetness across your thighs and his wrist—the sight was erotic.
The aching growing bulge beneath his pants twitched, straining hard against the thick fabric—he whimpers, rubbing his crotch against your inner thigh while plunging his fingers in and out of you.
His brows furrow, looking down at you with something that can only be explained as carnal desire—and so very amenable to your every demand and need. Something in him snaps, his eyes are filled with more than just that desire, it's a mix of things, love, infatuation…lust. His fingers slip out of your sloppy hole before moving to haphazardly take off his sweatpants and boxers.
His cock springs free, smacking against his lower abdomen, just below his belly button. His reddish tip leaking a clear gossamer.
Your lips part at the sight, trembling at how he's looking at you—looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.
Follo, often seen as polite, and even altruistic sometimes—but now, he's like a different person, not churlish, but almost debauched. It makes you quiver, but it also makes you wetter. It makes you want him more—and to actually go through with what you asked. Rough you up a bit, and fill you with his babies.
His free hand slipped under your neck, tangling in your hair, smashing his lips up against yours. His kiss was firm albeit gentle all at once, pulling you close to press his bare chest to yours—tongues tangling together sloppily.
While his kiss grows messier your arms wrap around his torso—nails scratching down his back, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the head against your clit.
He swallows your moans, groaning as he pulls away—gazing down at your face he smirks slightly. “Are you sure you want all this?” His head cocks to the side curiously, making sure that you really want what you asked for—if you'll really take what he dishes out.
“Yes.” You mewl, growing impatient. You just need him so badly—whining when his cock presses against your cunt.
A small laugh leaves his throat, reaching down to grab your waist and flip you over onto your stomach as he mumbles, “Okay, okay baby. Don't get angry at me.” His voice is a soft but a low drawl, the gravel in it from the lust obvious. He grabs your hips and lifts your ass into the air–pulling you onto your knees with your face against the pillows.
You look back at him, biting your lip to muffle an impatient whine—watching while he aligns his cock with your entrance, prodding at your tight hole before pushing in. His eyes practically roll back, watching your pussylips swallow up the tip of his throbbing cock. He groans, hips stuttering as he grabs your ass—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“So fucking tight…”
His hips buck forward pushing deeper, and deeper till he bottoms out. You mewl at the sensation of being filled up by his cock, fingers curling into the sheets as your walls tighten around him. He slips one of his hands down to the back of your neck, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, making your arch on his cock.
The sting of his hand yanking your hair hurts, but it makes your pussy flutter around him. How much wetter that makes you becomes obvious to him, seeing how your arousal already begins to drip down to his balls. He pulls back before slamming back forward, setting a rough pace—one hand on your ass, squeezing and pulling you back on his dick while the other pulls on your soft strands of hair.
Your sweet, mellifluous sounds fill the room, egging him on to ram into you harder. You cry out, ecstasy filling your body as his cock reaches all your gooey, sensitive spots. Your fingers clenched further against the sheets. Yanking your hair back further, he pulled you up—pressing your back to his chest continuing his messy, unrhythmic thrusts.
“You feel so—hng!—fucking good!” He slurs, completely and utterly pussydrunk—addicted to the way your tight, spongy walls squeeze him dry. “Gonna cum so deep, f'you, baby.”
He grunts, landing a sharp slap on your ass, the sting and vibration elicits a cry from your lips—a debauched, needy cry. The way he ruts forward unceremoniously, like he can't fucking stop even if he wanted to.
“Yesyesyes, d-don't stop!” You sob, tears pricking in your eyes as the tip of his cock bullies deeper, hitting your cervix. You nearly choke on your moans, back arching against his front. “Please…please cum inside me.”
He whimpers at your pleas, his hips stuttering against your ass—feeling how good you flutter and clench around him. Your body fits perfectly against him, you're perfect for him. His hand on your ass reaches around to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he is. He can't help but imagine how you would look with your tummy round and full of his baby. It just made him want you more.
His hips pounded forward harder, gasps leave his lips as he presses sloppy wet kisses against the side of your neck below your ear. Tugging your head back further by your hair to bare your neck to him, his tongue swipes a long sloppy line from the junction of your shoulder to your ear.
Your walls spasm around him, a telltale sign you're oh-so close to that impeccable brink of ecstasy. He smirks, biting down on your neck, pounding his cock deep into your sloppy cunt. Your arousal coats his cock, the creaminess of your pussy drips down his balls—heavy as they slap against your clit.
“Cum on my cock, baby.” He whimpers against your ear, the sound enough to send you over the edge. You cry out, thighs trembling, cumming hard against his cock. Your walls spasm as your orgasm wracks through your body—squirting on his cock, dripping all over the mattress.
“Fuck yes, baby.” He moans, his cock throbbing inside you like he might cum right now, but he holds back as much as he can. Relishing in your cries and the way you clamp around him. “You're gonna milk me dry, pretty.”
Follo desperately tries to hold back his own release, but he can't—slamming forward, lecherously chasing his release. His moans and whimpers are lewd, dropping his hands to your hips—letting go of your hair. Your body gives out, laying against the mattress with your ass up in the air just for him.
Gripping your hips bruisingly hard, his hips pound against your ass one final time before cumming silky gossamer inside your hole. He pants heavily, grinding his hips against you, pushing his cum deeper. In hopes of reaching your womb.
He pulls out, watching his release drip from your puffy cunt. He immediately pushes it back in with his fingers.
You let out a fucked out whimper, looking back at him. His eyes soften immediately, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. The action is a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. Though, meant to be soothing and gentle. “Was that good for you, pretty girl?” He tilts his head curiously, albeit looking tired with soft half-lidded eyes. His fingers slowly pull out of you and rest on your thigh.
“Mhm.” You reach up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to lay with you.
“Let me clean you up first.” He stumbles up, letting go of you to grab a towel. Padding back over he settles beside you, turning you over onto your back and spreading your legs. He gently wipes up the mess between your legs before tossing the towel.
You pull him back to lay with you again, bringing him close. His arms wrap around your waist allowing your head to rest carefully on his chest. Turning on your side you take his hand and place it on your stomach. “Let's have a baby?” You tilt your head, mimicking his curious expression earlier.
Follo smiles softly at your cute expression, kissing your cheek and then your lips he nods.
“Yeah."
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I almost never see anything of Follo, oh em gee he's such a cutie. 🥹 He's too underrated
Comments and reblogs are very appreciated and so are requests !
Hi I havent posted in a hot minute, my head is empty of ideas 💔 but hey ho jabfu has hit me with a brick so I had to doodle them :3 and post them. They have like 0 fans. Where are you guys.
warnings: face sitting, oral (m & f receiving), 69, fem!reader, biting, plus size reader, insecurity, vaginal fingering, face fucking, lowkey wrote this and did not go over it sorry if its bad :3
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"what if you suffocate and die and then i get framed and put in jail?" you sputtered out. your current situation being one of the most nerve racking but erotic things you've ever witnessed.
tamsy had eaten you out before, but its always been with you laying down on your back, or arched on your stomach. and this wasn't even your idea.
tamsy had ambushed you earlier in the day, arms wrapped around your waist as you worked in the kitchen, trying to get a meal ready for you both to share.
"come on angel..." he muttered, you could feel the cold metal of his labret piercing pushing up against your earlobe. "you don't think i can make you feel good?" his grip on you tightened. "is that it?"
it wasn't that, you KNEW he could make you feel good. you had never orgasmed harder then the first time he stuck his tongue deep in you. that wasn't what you were afraid of.
you were self conscious. its not like you thought you were ugly, but your weight had always been a place of insecurity inside of you. how could it not be? especially when living in a place like the ground. everyone was skinny.
like drug addict skinny.
so when you showed up to join the cleaners, you stuck out like a sore thumb. everyone there ranged in sizes, but only in height. not in weight.
so of course, as soon as the words left his mouth, you immediately shut him down. "yeah thats gonna be a big no." you said bluntly, chopping up some meat. to be honest, tamsy was confused at first. he thought you loved when he ate you out. you were practically always begging for him to do it.
and you shutting him down so quickly damaged his ego. "i'm just... i'm to big it wont work out." you pushed away from him, trying to cook in the small kitchen on your own was hard. but him clutching you made it even harder.
you weren't trying to be rude. but the thought of him seeing you in that angle, it scared you.
what if he thought you were ugly? what if he finally noticed the way your stomach hung a bit, something that wasn't as visible when you were fucking in missionary.
"you're... what?" the look on tamsy face shut you up real quick. it looked like you had said something rude to him. "is that what you think?" suddenly, you felt like your reason wasn't a good one.
"well, i'm just saying, what if i hurt you?" you couldn't make eye contact. trying to deflect and ignore him by focusing on the food you were now not even paying attention to.
"y/n, don't say some shit like that again." he was angry. is that what you thought? seriously? you were "to big"? why would he care. he loved that about you.
he was infatuated with you the second you stepped foot into HQ. how could he not be? with the way you looked so different, plush hips, breast practically spilling out of the top you were wearing. the way the sleeves of your shirt hugged your arms, or the way your shorts hugged your thighs.
he jerked himself off to the thought of you countless times before you got together, jerked off to the thought of marking and biting your skin. he could get hard just looking at you.
which is how now you're here. you've got your hands placed agains the headboard for balance, hover above his chest, naked. he was staring desperately at your pussy, and it was dripping.
you were so horny, but just so nervous.
"babydoll, i promise you, nothing is going to happen to me." his hands were massaging your thighs. you couldn't get more beautiful in his eyes. the look on your face, god if his mouth wasn't on you in the next 30 seconds he was going to lose his mind.
you looked down at him, the way his hair was down and spread across the pillow underneath him. his pupils were blown, and his lips were red and swollen from your previous make out session.
you sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. with the way he was gripping you thighs, you don't even think you could get away if you wanted to.
"ok just..." you paused, still nervous," please just tell me as soon as anything feels uncomfortable. or literally anything. i'm serious tamsy." he couldn't focus on the words you were saying, his gaze still locked on your dripping pussy.
he licked his lips, "whatever you say angel."
you moved so you were right above him, having every intention of just hovering over him, letting him do what he wanted then getting off. but before you could even get fully situated, he was pulling you down harshly.
"t-tamsy!" you yelped, feeling his lips latch onto your clit immediately. you shuddered, letting out a loud moan. you were fully seated on his face, all of your weight.
"tamsy, w-ait!" you tried to moved again, but he grabbed you harder, turning to bite the inside of your thigh.
"i told you i wanted you to sit on my face, so stop trying to move." he hissed out, once again licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit.
you reached down, grabbing the blond hair that sat on his head. "fuck baby..." you groaned, leaning forward to rest your head on the headboard.
he went lower, sticking his tongue deep in your hole thrusting it in and out. and then you felt it, the tip of his nose.
you had always loved his nose. it was so big, but the way it sat on his face just made him look even more like an angel sent from above. and when it hit your clit? you were seeing stars.
"ngh - tamsy!" you moaned eyes rolling to the back of your head in sheer pleasure.
he couldn't get enough of you. of your taste, your smell, everything. he moaned loudly below you, vibrations going through you. with the amount of please on his face, you would have thought he was the one getting mind blowing head.
you started rocking back and fourth, feeling his piercing catch on the bottom of your hole, then feeling his nose burrow up into your clit, rubbing harshly against it.
he pulled back again, going and latching his lips around your sensitive clit, licking and sucking on it.
he was in heaven. he was practically humping the air, feeling like he was going to cum even though he wasn't getting any attention. and you noticed it, out of the corner of your eye. the way his hips were twitching, chasing a feeling that wasn't even there. suddenly, you were off of him.
he took a deep breath, confused. "what are you doing?" instead of responding, you simply sunk yourself back down on his face. but, this time you were facing the other way.
he leaned around you, cocking a brow. suddenly a loud moan was ripped out of him. "f-fuck!" he yelped, feeling your lips wrap around the thick leaking head of his cock.
his head hit the pillow, panting as you enveloped his cock. your nose hit balls, his blond pubic hair a nice cushion. you spread your legs a little wider, lowering yourself now in hopes of him returning to the mind boggling head he was giving you.
and he was happy to oblige, he shot up, slurping up everything your pussy had to offer him. you moaned around his cock, sucking on the head, tasting his pre cum that was oozing from his tip.
you moved your head faster, feeling tamsy wiggle his head back and fourth between your legs. he could feel himself getting close, even though he didn't want to be the one to cum first. but he didn't think he could hold back.
not with the way you were taking him all the way down to his hips, your tongue lapping at his tip. he pulled away from your pussy, licking his lips. "o-h fuck angel." he started moving with you, bullying his hips into your mouth. "so fucking good baby. gonna cum in this tight mouth of yours." you yelped as he hit your ass cheek, hard.
his nails were digging into the flesh, his hips moving faster. "gonna cum baby. ngh - gonna swallow all of it right? be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?" you nodded as best you could, which wasn't much with how your tits were practically pressing against his stomach.
it wasn't long before he was cumming, shoving his face in your pussy as he moaned pornagraphically. you took all of it, feeling tamsy's warm cum shoot into the back of your throat. he slowed his hips, allowing you to pull off of him and take a breath.
tamsy wasn't done though, you still hadn't cum. and the whole point of this was for him to take care of you.
he continued his efforts, bringing his fingers to your whole, shoving three in with no warning.
"fuck! tamsy... need more..." you gripped his thighs, rocking your hips back and fourth. tamsy sucked harder on your clit, moving his fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that had you gushing.
"ngh- gonna cum tamsy! please-" you were cut off as he sucked particularly hard on your clit, feeling yourself gush all over him. he continued, letting you ride out your high. he only stopped when you started groaning in pain, hips and thighs twitching.
he pulled off of you, letting his head fall back and he took some deep breaths. you fell to the side, laying on your back. he moved so he was over you, his face in yours.
god he looked beautiful with your cum all over his face. "you ok?" tamsy asked, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.
you nodded, you felt amazing. that was the best orgasm you had ever had in your life. "more than ok. but are you? i didn't hurt you right?" despite everything you were still worried.
that was one of the things he loved about you, always worried about him or the people around you. he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. "i've never been better, sweetheart." you sighed, pulling him down onto you.
you laid like that for a while, soaked in each other. but something in you had shifted, a sense of confidence. still, exhaustion took over, and you promptly fell asleep. tamsy, though, laid awake.
he looked at you with so much love in his eyes. gently tracing his hands up and down your sides, every curve and roll. he loved you so much, everything about you. even the parts you hated.
but thats what made you, you. and tamsy wouldn't trade it for the world.
tamsy doesn't remember the exact reason he fell for you. he isn't even sure if this infatuation is a crush, or an obsession. every time he sees you around HQ its like a different version of him takes over.
he's silent, watching, lingering. whether you're eating with everyone else, laughing at some dumb joke enjin made. or talking to rudo about some trash he's fixed up.
sometimes he''ll stand outside your bedroom door, listening to you pleasure yourself on the other side. the only thing keeping him from you being the lock you double check every night.
he wont pressure you with words, but his actions speak volumes. he's not trying to hide anything from you. staring at your cleavage that peaks through your uniform when you tell him about some mundane mission he couldn't care less about.
or making sure that you're always seated next to him when you guys are on a mission together. his legs pushing against yours, spreading his legs even wider, letting you know that he's doing this on purpose.
and when he finally gets his hands on you, god he doesn't know how to control himself. his hips brutally slamming into yours, his cock stretching you out so painfully yet so good.
his hands around your neck, an overwhelming pressure, letting you know who's in control. "god angel..." he mutters into your ear, his hips slapping your ass with every deep thrust. "so fucking tight baby."
he bites into your neck, moaning as your pussy squeezes his cock. "gonna let me cum inside you, right?" he whimpers, his long hair boxing you in.
"f-uck tamsy. please! need i-it. need your cum!" you mumble into the sheets below you. drool and tears soaking them.
he reaches over to rub your clit, picking up the pace with his hips. you can feel everything. every piercing that lines the underside of his cock, the way the head nudges against your cervix, the way he's holding hips, pulling you back against him as he bullies his cock into you.
you feel the knot in your stomach break, and you pulse around him as you cum. he's quick to follow after you. "f-fuck." his whimpers out. "fucking milking me."
he holds his hips against yours. watching as your combined cum oozes out of your pulsating hole. he smiles to himself, rubbing your back soothingly.
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