. ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ Pervert Roommate!Follo masterbaiting with your panties while you’re away ּ֯ .ᐟ ꒱. ❥ ּ֯ ┆(Drabble)
The pile of laundry he was supposed to do was discarded next to his bed.
He eyed the door momentarily. Your departure was sudden due to an “emergency” a week ago and you hadn’t been able to finish your normal more mundane tasks. Including your weekly load of laundry. Having Follo, your roommate do it for you wasn’t a big deal. Every other week since the day your moved into your little cramped dorm he’d do it for you, so what was the difference?
difference was— he now had full access to your underwear.
fuck— he felt like such a creep. he was a creep, rummaging through his sweet, trusting roommates dirty laundry like this but…you weren’t due to come home till the next day. You wouldn’t know would you? what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.
So shamelessly, behind his closed door he dug through it. His cock swells and strains against his boxers just at your secent.
His eyes landed on a pair of white and pink lacy striped panties partially obscured with a slew of less important items particularly deep into the large load. His stomach coils slightly at the sight and nervously reached deep to fish it out.
He lets out a slow breath as he sees it in all of its glory. it was adorned in pink pretty bows and blessed with a soft silky texture. Well— except for the middle which is slightly stiff.
His head snaps towards his door. Fuck he was doomed.
It wasn’t like you were home. By the time you were the evidence of his digression against you would be long erased by the washing machine. It wasn’t like you would walk in on him.
His ears burned a harsh red as he slowly opened up the fabric, and pressing it to his nose.
Instant hard on. Eyes almost rolled to back of his pretty little head.
Inside lingered the scent that was distinctly you and your filthy slick. The slick he’d imagined time and time again licking and drinking as if it was a reward bestowed to him by god himself. Without a second thought, his shorts shot down to his ankles and with the soft bounce of his mattress he found himself on his back.
He inhaled your scent once more, his left hand palming and teasing his angry cock head. shit— he was going to hell that was for sure.
A soft whimper escapes him, He could vaguely see the precum spill out his cock and smear his underwear through the thin material before eventually develop into just stroking his length. The rough material stimulating him far better than his hand alone could.
it’s pathetic just how needy he got at the thought of you. All thoughts of what you would say, how you would reacted vanished and were replaced with the idea of your tits in his face. Pebbled nipples staring at him and begging him to give them sweet relief. Or maybe you bent over the edge of his bed, your pretty pussy slick with arousal and throbbing around his slender fingers.
It’s so pathetic in fact he can’t even follow his regular routine of edging himself to make it feel extra good, his cock practically jumps out him cum stained boxers and into his hand. He had to cum. he had to. over and over until he was drooling. Mind completely numb.
follo’s leaky cock twitched as soft lace met sensitive skin. Pearly white beads ruining the nice little peace of cloth. His chest rose and feel in a heavy rhythm. With every exhale the cutest moans and mewls from his mouth.
It’s an angelic sight, really. His brows knitted together, sweat dripping down his forehead and making raven colored strands stick down to it like glue.
All he could think about was you, in his bed, tears pricking at your eyes as he ramed jnto you while mumbling the sweetest little apologies into the crook of your neck.
He could feel the coil in his lower stomach tightening. Cum started to spill over, his fist growing prune as he chased his high. He needed to slow down…He was gonna come too early but the friction spurred him forward.
all his sense were overridden and clouded. So clouded he couldn’t hear the soft click of the door and definitely not the sound of your footsteps as you approach his door.
No. like a completely idiot he only realized when you were actually in the damn room. Even worse, the second you two make eye contact, thick milky ropes shoot up and fall right onto his v-line.
a silence few between the two of you, your eyes blown wide and mouth agape at the sight.
Fuck— how does he explain this. Your panties, around his hard, throbbing cock. With his cum panting his stomach while staring like a little kid who caught his hand in a cookie jar.
His bottom lip quivered as he searched for something, anything to explain the scene before him.
“…Y/N i can explain—“
Slowly you walk forward, your bags dropping behind you with a small thud.
“…Those my panties?” you ask rhetorically with a small tilt of your head like you were completely oblivious. (you weren’t.)
“i didn’t mean to—“ he stuttered as you come even closer.
“knew you liked but i didn’t know you wanted me this bad” you hum, the bed creaking underneath your weight as you sat next to him.
He was stunned in an instant.
…You knew this whole time?
His mouth opens slightly to answer but then you quickly ask without a second thought—
“You need help?”
And the only thing he could muster out was a slow, shaky breath. Then a slow head nod.
His body was boiling hot to the touch. His mind completely blank with the feeling of your pretty, painted acrylics stroking him while whispering the sweetest little words of encouragement in his ear.
“C’mon…almost there baby…” you mumbled as his hips bucked up into your aching hand.
“N—need to…”
“Know you wanna come…gotta earn it first..”
“Thank you— thank you so fucking much pretty girl…” he whines, the words spilling from his mouth stupidly. Selfishly, his hands reach your buttoned white top. Clawing at the fabric.
“Please can I see?— I need it—“
“Need what follo? Use your words.”
“Your tits…need them…need to see ‘em” he pants out, but he’s hardly asking for permission, as soon as you give him that sweet little grin he’s already torn one out and his thumb teases your pebbled nipple.
It’s a little funny in all honesty, a dog in heat was the perfect way to describe your little perv of a roommate. He needed you and he could hardly control himself. Complete putty in your hands.
His bucked his hips, whimpered and moaned more and more every second.
Your tits were his only anchor as he kneaded the loose fat like dough. His grip growing stronger the more you sped up. In half an hour your hand was sticky with his cum yet somehow the fucker still had energy.
His hips twitched and he had long stopped forming full in sentences. Just incoherent babbles and moans mixed with the squelching as you moved your now exhausted wrist.
When his brows furrow it’s your first sign he’s coming towards his release.
The second being the Beads of cum that blossomed from his tip so deliciously. You lean over slightly before flicking out your tounge and slowly dragging it across the angry flushed head to get a taste. ( A little sweet, actually.) and that is what drives him over the edge.
His hand flies to the back of your head in some attempt to stabilize himself, however, all it really did was make sure his thick sweet ropes shot into your mouth. (Not that your really minded)
your eyes widened slightly as the warmth filled your mouth. You slowly pull away, licking your lips and before he stutters out an apology your lips are on his.
“You’re not ready to tap out are you?…I haven’t even come yet… “ :(
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OVERVIEW. stupid rumors, or maybe they're not so stupid. i mean, if it weren't for them, your friend wouldn't be balls deep in you right now, would he?
CONTENT. definitely ooc, friends to ???, oral (f), he cums in his pants, p in v, creampie, pussydrunk follo kinda, slight dumification, slight dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, no y/n usage, pet name(s) used: baby
WORD COUNT. 2.5k
when it came to your leisurely time, you tended to be a recluse which entailed that you stayed cooped up in your room till you were called for an important mission or one of the few people roaming about headquarters happened to ask you if you wanted to go and eat—though it’s rare you’d say yes.
despite this, whenever your favorite supporter asked to keep you company in any way, you were always quick to agree. it's gotten to the point where most at hq would joke and whisper about how follo must be your little 'boyfriend'.
you always paid those rumors no mind, but follo on the other hand would always try to shut them down—especially if you were near. his face always bordering the same shade as a tomato with how flushed he'd become as he blubbered out a loud "no i'm not".
you assumed he did that because he only viewed you as a friend—the thought making you a bit sad when these rumors started, but you respected his boundaries. though, you couldn't have been farther off.
he never viewed you in such a way prior to the teasing, but whenever they started, his mind would always wander. it started wholesome: giving you quick kisses before either of you head out on a mission, cuddles, mainly mundane things.
but the more everyone talked about it, the more his mind would wander—what your kisses feel like, would you be any sweeter than you are now, how soft is your skin. each passing day, you'd often catch him lost in his own mind rather than remaining cognizant. accidental touches that both of you used to brush off, now makes him a flustered mess as he flinched away. weird.
until one night, he couldn't sleep. his throat dry and his body uncomfortably warm as he squirmed around in his bed. his mind drowning in nothing but utter filth—filth that you always happened to be at the center of. this isn't right. he should be disgusted! you guys are only friends.
his head buried in the pillow, sheets strown about; some of it hanging off the bed while the rest were bunched up at the foot of the bed. his cock was painfully straining against the fabric of his boxers, his hips pitifully grind against the mattress, yearning for some type of friction.
thoughts of your plush body beneath his as he kneaded at your breasts, tummy, hips, thighs—fuuck, whatever he can get his hands on—it plagues his mind. too lost in the fantasy, he can't stop his hand from slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. a poorly repressed whine leaves his lips—lips that'd been drenched in drool—as he rubbed at his sensitive tip. his other hand clawing at the pillow his head rested on.
it's not bad if you don't know, right?
his grip tightens around his aching cock, stroking at an unbearable speed. he bites into the pillow to conceal his cries as he neared his peak. body convulsing and trembling before stiffening, his breaths hurried—ragged—as he spilled into his hand and his boxers. he utters out a swear before sluggishly getting up to clean himself off, shamefully.
right?
the morning following that is eerily awkward after you'd gotten back from a mission. you planned to ask if he wanted to hang out later, but when you reached out to get his attention, he tenses.
his eyes darting anywhere but at you as he stammered out a "g-gotta take care of something, real quick" before scurrying away. he left in such a hurry that you weren't able to catch the way his ear tips reddened—trailing down to his neck. your outstretched hand reluctantly falling back in place at your side.
or when you catch him in the hallway on your way to your room, only for him to quicken his walking pace as he heads to his room when his eyes lock with yours. the fuck is going on? you merely release a frustrated huff before slamming the door to your room when you enter.
what reason could he possibly have for avoiding you? did you say the wrong thing? hurt him unknowingly?
you choose to just curl up in your bed for the day, opting for a nap rather than dwelling on what could've caused this sudden shift in your friend's behavior. all while you rest, he's pathetically pumping at his cock—body twitching at the stimulation. but he couldn't cum, he needed more.
he tried fucking into his pillow only for it to make things worse. his cock head red with need as it throbbed obnoxiously. he squirmed around in his bed, groaning and whining out of sexual frustration. he yearned for more, but he knew what he needed wouldn't be right.
but just a taste wouldn't hurt, right? he salivates at the thought of ravaging you, but you're just friends. he wishes his dick got the memo, but when he stands up to put on some pants before leaving his room, he's not thinking properly anymore—his dick is.
he closes the door behind him prior to making his way to yours, hesitantly lifting his hand to knock, meekly calling out for you. your eyes flutter open, grumbling a swear before dragging your feet out of bed and to the door. his knuckles nearly graze the door once more before you swing the door open.
"what?" you gripe, squinting as you grow accustomed to the light—once they adjust you take in the man's disheveled appearance; his inky hair messily framing his flushed face, damp with sweat. his breathing crude and heavy while his pupils drown out his golden orbs, lids cumbersome as they obscure most of his eyes as they drool over you.
your face grows warm as you stare at him. it's until you take a quick glance at the tent in his hastily thrown on pants that sag enough to show his happy trail and v-line, that your whole body grows warm and you might've figured out why he'd been so avoidant. your mouth hung slightly ajar all while he fixes his mouth to say, "need you, please."
you feel the way your cunt throbs at his plea, like he awakened something in you in that moment because you waste no time tugging him into the threshold of your room and shutting the door behind him.
his eyes laden with lust as he peers at you, back lifting from its place on the door as his hands reach out to knead at your waist and cup the fat of your cheek before capturing your mouth with a famished urgency.
getting lost in the intoxicating softness of your lips, tongue sliding moistly over your kiss swollen lips before slipping between your lips. sweeping, swirling his wet muscle inside your mouth, whimpering into you.
his body ridiculously warm as he presses himself into you, bulge prodding at you before your back gingerly collides with the plushness of your blanket, tearing you from the drugging kiss.
follo practically rips his shirt off with how quickly he strips himself of it, moving to push you further up the bed so he can comfortably slot his body between your legs. trailing sloppy kisses along your neck and collarbone as he pushed your shirt up over your chest, piggishly kneading at one of your tits while his other hand clawed at the skin of your waist—greedily.
a gasp escapes from you as he bites and suckles at your neck, being sure to lick a wet stripe along the affected area. "'m sorry." he whined, clothed cock rubbing up against your thigh as his kisses rush to your stomach before he looks up at you—gold orbs watery, laced in nothing but unbridled need.
his fingers now tugging at the waistband of your shorts. "need t' know how you taste—jus' a taste, please baby?" ugh, you hate the way his pleas always seem to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter. you drape an arm over your eyes to shield you from his hungry, desirous eyes.
you give him a small, "okay" before you just about feel him rip your shorts and panties off in one go, wasting no time as his licks a fat stripe along your center groaning at the taste as he grinds into the mattress like a dog.
it's not long till he latches on to you sopping flesh, his soft hands harshly hold your legs in place as he drinks up your nectar. you mewl, hands flying to cling onto black hair as he ravages your moistness like a man starved. switching between sucking on your clit and spelling the alphabet with his tongue, though after seeing the way you writhe in his grasp, he does the former more.
making you squirm, struggling to choose between pulling him closer by his ebony tresses, pushing him off, or ripping holes in the sheets. you don't know, you don't fucking know.
your body can barely function on its own with how good he'd been making you feel and the vibrations from his needy moans as he continues to suck on your clit make it so much worse.
you shudder and convulse as you get closer to your orgasm, mewling as you claw at the sheets and tangle a hand in his hair—giving it a tug, provoking a ragged groan from the man between your legs.
your back arching off the bed as your mouth gapes to make way for a scream that never comes out as you tremble against his lips. shifting upwards in hopes of escaping his grip on you, only to be dragged back.
"jus' a lil more, promise." he slurs, drunk off of your fluids. not even glancing up at you as he spoke neither, just staring at the slick heat between your legs, enthralled. "follo, wait! i just—" it's like he's not even listening anymore as your words fall upon deaf ears while he latches back onto your throbbing, puffy clit.
he suckles on the bud, tongue slipping out to sweep up all your juices as he loses himself in you. his grip growing deathly tight as his body stills for a moment and he detaches, hot breath huffing against your center before his head roughly meets your abdomen, burying his face in your thigh as he laid there. trembling.
did he just...? he calls for you—name oozing from his lips, ragged, filthy. his pupils blown wide, face flushed and dripping sweat, mouth ajar as he pants, lips slick with you. "i can't—i need t' be inside you," breathlessly he utters out another plea. your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath, peering at him through heavy lids.
how could you say no to him?
the moment he hears you give him the go ahead; he sheaths himself within you. bottoming out instantly as he pushed your thighs close to your chest. your hand rushes to your mouth as a cry claws its way out of your throat.
follo leans down to kiss at your skin. "'m so sorry," he whimpers as he continues his trail. "you jus'—mngh—you feel so goood—hahh!" his body quivers as he savors your warmth.
his hips grind against yours, desperate. "please, baby—haahhh, fuuck. can't wait anymore..." he sobs. your hands push his hips back to save just a bit of time, but he's too desperate, drunken.
he moves your hands away, slurring a whiney: "please, baby. need it." hips commencing their abuse on your cunt, deep and quick. his hold on your hips enough to leave a bruise tomorrow.
he whines and whimpers, throwing in the occasional sob as he mindlessly blubbers about how good you feel around him. you try to squirm away, the overstimulating growing to be too much, but with each sloppy thrust, he always seems to drag you back, flush against his groin.
you mewl, harshly grabbing at his forearms and biceps as he thrusts into you like that's all he lives for. he doesn't even last long inside you this time, hips snapping into yours one last time before their movements stuttered.
you sob as you feel the way his cock pulses inside of you with each pump as he spilt himself in you. burying his face in your neck as he emptied load after load, with a guttural groan. your body quakes at the sensation.
follo doesn't even give himself time to recuperate before his brutal pace picks up again. he lifts his head to see you clearly, the wet smack of his groin colliding with yours with each slobbish snap reverberates throughout your room—room that'd already been filled with the sweaty sounds of your whines and his groans intertwining.
you writhe and arch beneath him, hands awkwardly hovering between you both as you fail to form a thought. words don't even leave your lips coherently anymore. instead of "slow down" or "gimme a second", it's all nothing but jumbled mush of what you thought you'd been saying. his pretty golden eyes were clouded in solely lust—a seemingly ceaseless hunger he can't seem to satiate yet. he just wants to stay lost in all that is you. forever.
one of his hands knead at your tits, urgently. that's when you feel his lips soddenly crash into yours. each kiss feels hungrier than the last, deep. savagely delirious, but all the more delicious. he needily bites and suckles at the fat of your lip with a whine as his thrusts grow messier by the second. he's so close, but he's too busy drinking up all your sweet, sweet cries and stupid blubbers to care.
tears pool at your waterline as you feel the way the knot in your abdomen begins to tighten once more, feeling far more overwhelming than the last. "cummin'—hic—'m cummin again, fo'" you splutter, struggling to even say his name as sweltering tears fall from your eyes.
then that knot snaps, your body convulsing as you clenched around his cock. earning a overstimulated whine from the man above you. it's dizzying, shattering even as your shudders and clenching spasms milked his body of all he had.
his grip on your hips almost deathly as he cries out while you let out nothing but a silent sob. each clench from you is another pump from him as he stills, letting you take all that he has to give until he can't anymore.
you let out an airy chuckle when his hips attempt to resume their pace after his orgasm, but his shaky legs give out.
his body weight feels pleasant on your worn-out form. the room filled with echoes of labored breathing as the two of you caught your breaths. "what... what got into you?" you asked, breathlessly.
you can sense the warmth radiating from follo's face as he hid himself deeper in the crook of your neck out of abashment. "don't know.." was all he could murmur, scared he'd slip up and say something stupid.
"this isn't gonna be a onetime thing though, right?" your voice lurid in tone as you quizzed him, hoping he also wanted something more than just a quick fuck. though, when he presses a soft, tender kiss to your jaw before gazing up at you with adoring eyes. wordlessly, your anxieties are quelled.
How could he not? You were everything to him. Gorgeous, strong, sweet- so, so sweet.
And he wanted you to ruin him.
It wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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.
“Hey, Follo~!” You called, and Follo jumped. He hadn’t 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.
“Yes?”
“Since you’re up… could you get me that book on the shelf over there? The red one.”
Follo obliged, grabbing the book and handing it to you. Your fingertips brushed against his, and you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“Good boy.”
You giggled, and Follo dashed out of the room.
Uh oh… you thought. Did you upset him?
“I’d better go apologize,” you said to yourself.
“Hey, Y/N? Can you help me with something?” Someone called out to you.
“Sure!” You responded, sitting up and setting your book to the side.
Later, you thought. Once I’m done with this, I’ll apologize.
You hoped he wasn’t too upset.
—
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.
“Oh…” 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.
“Ngh…” 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.
He’s not crying, is he..? Was what I said really that bad..?
Lost in his desire, Follo moaned louder.
“Ah… Y/N…” 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 wasn’t… no, he couldn’t have been. Follo didn’t 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.
—
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 wasn’t long before Follo came. He panted heavily, face flushed red.
He really couldn’t keep this up much longer.
—
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. Except…
You were staring right at Follo. His stomach flipped.
Was it you?
Blood rushed between Follo’s 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 wasn’t 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.
“Such a bad boy, aren’t we?”
Oh.
Oh.
“Please, Y/N, I want- I need-“
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.
“Tell me. What exactly were you doing yesterday?”
Follo blushed.
“I- You said that thing to me and something just- I don’t know, I just needed you so bad and I couldn’t tell you so I-“
“Spit it out.” You slowly ran your finger up his arm.
“I 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 couldn’t help it-“
“So you made a mess of yourself?”
Follo nodded, trembling as you put a hand on his cheek.
“Silly boy. Why didn’t you come to me? I could never refuse you.”
“You mean it?” He said, eyes wide.
“Mhm.” You rubbed his bottom lip with your thumb, and he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
“So eager, aren’t we? I’ll take care of you.”
“Mmh…” 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.
“Take what you need, okay?”
Follo slowly rocked back and forth on your thigh, his knee pressing against you each time he did so.
“Mm… keep doing that, baby…”
If it were possible, Follo grew harder hearing you moan. He picked up his pace, reveling in the delicious friction he felt.
“Ah… Y/N… so good…”
Follo couldn’t 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 Follo’s body, focusing especially on his back and thighs.
“‘m so close… ah…”
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.
“Take it, baby. You deserve it.”
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 Follo’s cheek and smiled.
“Next time you need something, you come to me, okay? I’ll help you out.”
MDNI, suggestive/no smut, short fic , no proofreading
Follo was at his last straw as he stumbled into his room with you in tow. He couldn’t help himself, seeing just how flawless and beautiful you looked while fighting alongside him at the most recent mission had him looking at you with burning passion. The car ride back to HQ almost made him act out and have you right there on the leather seats right in front of everyone, but he held it in.
Until now
He was more rough than he usually is with you, frantic, and panting lightly against the side of your neck. His lips trailed down your damp skin, trailing warm and wet kisses down your jugular before finding his favorite spot and sucking a dark mark against your skin. Hands trailing down your body before he leaned back and sighed, eyes lidded as they locked with yours.
“Get undressed.” he whispered into your ear, his voice husky and low, making your thighs rub together instinctively.
The moment your uniform dropped onto his floor along with his, you barely had time to say anything before his lips were back on yours. It was almost overwhelming on how easy he was being now, as if the clumsy and shy Follo you knew a year prior stopped existing altogether! Ever since he became a Giver he was gained more confidence than you could handle.
“Please I just..” he pants against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he opens his eyes. Pathetic but utterly beautiful orange eyes finding yours, “…I need you. I need you so bad, let me have you.. just for tonight.” He whimpered as his lips pepper down your throat to your shoulder.
Hi! I cant remember if i actually sent a request for this or not(bad memory, if i did i promise im not trying to rush 😭)
But follo who has a sensitive neck and a reader who loves kissing him there to fluster him? Or his hair or something. Just something cute and fluffy if thats ok :) thank you so much!!!
Plz ignore if i already did request this 💔💔
꒰୨୧◞ Follo x over affection reader 。⠀.ᐟ
⤷ ty anon for making the most canon thing to ever canon
I imagine you first discovered this when making out or something. not heated or anything, just laid out on his bed as a movie buzz lowly in the background. You rested over his legs, going from deep seizing kisses to pressing light, feathered pecks all over his face and jaw. reveling in the warmth beneath of follo’s body beneath you.
follo exhaled through his nose— nearly a laugh. He swallowed as he tried to stow away all the nerves that moved restlessly in his chest.
“c’mon… now yer’ just teasing me…” he mumbled sheepishly.
“mhm.” you didn’t stop for a second. continuing in your descent with unrivaled levels of focus, going Lower and lower until you met where his adam’s apple bulged the most. This time lingering on it a little longer than usual.
A sharp, high pitched whined emerged from his throat, Small vibrations running their course throughout his body.
You pull back, eyes slightly widening as you fully asses the damage done. Follo’s Head lolled back, his face painted the prettiest of pinks in the shade of embarrassment.
A silence fell over the two of you. You flickered back and forth from his cornered expression to the blistering red mark. Follo shifted In his seat. nerves whirling wildly in his stomach.
“ Hey…don’t just look at me like that….say something.” He urged. the words come out half choked from the air you’d stolen from his lungs.
Slowly, your lips began to twitch. And from the uncontrollable twitching came devilish grin that made his heart race.
you slowly came closer, head playfully cocking to the side. “…what was that?”
Follo’s mouth fumbled for an explanation but nothing came to, And Any idea of a response vanished the moment you began to close the distance once more. A fire light up behind your pupils. An uncontrollable eagerness.
Your hands landed on either side of him, anchoring yourself to the bed as you leaned In, nearly nose to nose. Follo’s breath hitched at the proximity. Damn it. You could feel your heart pick up speed. You swore he got 10x prettier when he was like this, hair all messy, bangs falling over his eyes in clumps, looking completely stupefied. You bit down on your cheek for a moment, taking in the whole scene before—
“Can you do that again?” You blurted out in hush voice, The words spilling without a second thought.
follo’s eyebrows raised. “Wha…?”
Your grin widened, Small sadistic giggles escaping through your bared teeth. Jesus, you couldn’t even fake an ounce of shame. It’s a little tragic, really.
You press on. “well— I guess the question is can I do it again? I mean…. if you don’t mind of course?”
Follo’s body felt like it was on fire. Mind spinning, reeling from the assault you’d committed; Your words barely register in his pretty little head when he nods in agreement.
Within seconds your mouth was back on his pulse, Pressing long languid kisses into follo’s flushed skin. Reveling in the sweet huffs they coaxed.
You were hooked from that moment. But what really sold it was the morning after.
The dinning hall was empty, just you and follo and the sweet sizzle of batter on the stove. Follo’s head was tilted down, watching the pan carefully. The mark still was there. slightly less vibrant than you’d left it but there none the less. Everytime you looked at it the memory of warm skin would come back full force, Reigniting the excitement that lied dormant in your bones.
It was almost like it was taunting you. Egging you on. Begging you to just plant a few more pretty of those pretty pink splotches on his neck.
And hey! To your credit, you tried. Real hard. His forearms bulged as he gripped the pan, the scrunch of his face , the quiet focus in his service. you could only withstand so much!
You rose up, sneaking behind follo’s hunched over figure. your arms wrapped around his waist. Pulling him in close.
He flinched at the contact, nearly dropping the pan. Though he melted as he found your twinkling eye. Follo let out a relieved sigh. A soft smile forming on his face.
“Woah— hey…I’m gonna be done in a second okay?” He reassured, taking his hand off the pan and rubbing slow circles into the back of your hand.
You hum, dipping your head into the crook of his neck. Taking in the warmth of his body, your perfume and his morning scent mixed together deliciously. Slowly, you started peppering kisses again.
Follo let out another muffled, High pitched sound. He cranes his neck to fully see you, follo’s mouth thinned out to a sheepish smile. “Shit—! …Hey I thought that was a one time thing. Y’know, if I didn’t know any better I would think you’re enjoying my suffering…”
You tilted your head, letting out a soft hum against his neck, sending vibrations through his body. “I just wanna appreciate you.”
Follo playfully rolled his eyes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your temple. “You do more than enough.”
You pull away from his neck, meeting his scrunched up face. “What That mean? you want me to stop?”
Follo’s lips pressed tightly together at your words, slowly looking away as that familiar shade crept up again. You pressed another kiss to his throat. when he didn’t pull away? That sold you.
Much to follo’s displeasure (overwhelming pleasure) a one time thing transformed into something of routine. Anywhere, anytime your lips would find his neck. Like it was their rightful place. I don’t think follo is the biggest on PDA but when you kiss there he can’t help but let you.
It’s typically quick. So quick you could blink and miss it. Sitting down, watching tv? On him. Waiting in line? Leaving marks up and down his neck. Working out? His arms are gonna be your personal chew toy.
his face is always the same too. bright red, nervous smile like the one he had when you first came his way with your bright smile.
Your favorite way to get a reaction out of him? Lipstick. Or really anything that would stain and leave a horrid mark that would stick around for a day or two.
You’d force him to sit on your bed. buzzing with nerves as you skimmed over the line you’d purchased on a drug store. Dilbertly taking your time picking out the perfect one, doing swatches on the inner side of your wrist. Then dragging against your lips. Then littered all over his neck. Pressing various, bright shades against his reddening skin.
He fisted the sheets, trying his absolute hardest to keep his wits as you did so. Throat continuously bobbing up and down up and down, swallowing his own words. Eventually you have to grip his jaw, forcing him perfectly in place.
“Stay still. ” You grumbled lowly. pulling away from the underside of his jaw, admiring the shade of Neapolitan pink on his tanned skin.
“stay still.” Follo scoffed. “you’re doing this to torture me.”
“Nooo…I’m doing this because I need to see which one’s the best. You see? I have a chart for it and everything!
Follo’s eyes followed your finger to the abandoned little piece of paper you’d brought out,way back when you first coaxed him into the room. Long forgotten with not a single piece of writing on it.
Quickly you pulled him back to you, pressing another one behind his ear. “Now let me work!”
And all he would do is sigh, slumping his shoulders and letting you pepper paint the canvas of his skin.
Don’t think he’s not gonna get you back though. He will find a way. (But that’s just a fiction, a fan fiction!)
all day, he had been patient with you. when you rolled your eyes at him, he let it slide. when you cut him off mid-sentence, he simply sighed and continued what he was doing. even when you snapped at him over something small, he answered calmly instead of arguing back.
but by the evening, his patience had finally worn thin.
the moment you made another sharp comment, follo stopped what he had been doing and looked at you with a disappointed expression. "that's enough."
the firmness in his voice immediately caught your attention.
instead of continuing to spoil you like he normally did, he refused to give in to your attitude. no playful teasing, no extra affection, no letting you get your way. every time you tried to argue, he simply told you that he would talk once you were ready to be respectful.
his lips crash against yours without warning, swallowing your surprised gasp. one hand grips the back of your neck firmly, holding you in place while his mouth moves over yours with bruising intensity.
it's nothing like his usual tender kisses—this is possessive, almost punishing, a silent warning that he's done being walked over.
his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he continues the punishing kiss. he bites down on your lower lip, hard enough to sting, then soothes it with his tongue before pushing it back into your mouth.
when he finally pulls back, he doesn't give you any space. his forehead presses against yours, breathing heavily.
"do you understand now?" he mutters, his tone low.
his fingers still hold the back of your neck firmly, keeping you trapped. the usual sweetness in his eyes has been replaced with a rough intensity that makes your pulse quicken.
he reaches into the nightstand drawer forcefully, grabbing the pink silicone dildo without looking at you.
he grabs a lube, spreading it generously over the toy with impatient strokes. when he turns back to you, the look in his eyes is unrelenting. he pushes your thighs apart with a rough hand, positioning the silicone tip at your entrance without any preamble.
"if you want to act like a brat," he warns, lining the dildo up, "you can get fucked like one."
you blush, “follo.. not fair..”
"fair?" he echoes mockingly, pushing the tip of the dildo inside you without waiting for your response. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your hands gripping the sheets as he continues to press it deeper. "when did i say anything about being fair?"
“i’m s-sorry..” you stuttered. "sorry doesn't cut it right now," he says, gripping your hip to hold you still as he slides the full length into you with one smooth thrust. his eyes watch yours unfeelingly, not a flicker of the usual warmth in his gaze.
your body arches off the bed as the toy hits your deepest point. your breath hitches, trembling hands grabbing at his arm for support, but he doesn't slow down or offer any comfort. he watches the blush deepening on your face, his grip on your hip tightening just enough to keep you pinned.
"eyes on me," he commands, his voice rough and unyielding.
you meet his gaze, seeing the unreadable expression. the dildo moves in and out of you, making wet, squelching sounds. your body squirms slightly.
his thumb brushes against your cheek, a brief, gentle gesture that betrays a glimpse of his softer side beneath the aggressive and rough exterior. the movement is almost tender, a stark contrast to the relentless pace he's keeping.
"bratty little girl," he murmurs, his voice losing just a fraction of its edge. he slows his hand slightly, allowing you to catch your breath.
you see the flicker of warmth return to his gaze—a soft, almost apologetic look that contradicts his harsh behavior. he strokes your hair with surprising gentleness, thumb brushing over your flushed cheek as he continues moving the dildo inside you.
"you're still my baby," he murmurs, his tone softening.
a soft moan left your mouth which catches his attention immediately, and a faint, satisfied smile touches his lips. his thumb strokes your cheek again, almost tenderly, despite the relentless rhythm he's keeping.
"good girl," he whispers, the words dripping with a familiar warmth. he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead while the dildo continues its steady pace.
“g-gonna cum soon.. hnghhh! f-follo..”
"that's right," he encourages gruffly, picking up the pace slightly as your moans grow louder. "cum on this toy like a good little brat." his thumb presses against your clit, adding stimulation as the dildo hits your deepest spot over and over.
your back arches off the bed, legs shaking as the orgasm crashes over you. he doesn't stop moving the toy, drawing out your pleasure until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess. only then does he pull the dildo out slowly, watching your body twitch from the intense stimulation.
he tosses the toy aside and climbs onto the bed, settling between your trembling legs. his hands frame your face gently, thumbs wiping away tears you didn't realize had fallen. his expression is a mix of sternness and tenderness as he leans down to kiss you deeply.
maybe you should keep acting up and eventually he’d give you the real thing.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ All of follo’s clothes, like a lot of the cleaners, are baggy. damn near consuming him with the way the soft material hung off his shoulders.
It made him look skinny, small. like the way a kid does when their parents throw a white sheet with cut out eyes over their head.
I mean sure, you expected some muscle. He trained really hard physically and mentally to become a cleaner worth respecting. But you definitely didn’t expect as much as he had.
The first time you saw him was after the whole information broker thing.
You were curled up on his bed, idly flipping through magazines.
The door creaked open. Your eyes shot up at the sound and you meet the exhausted, half lidded gaze of your boyfriend.
He broke out into a soft grin as your eyes lock.
“Darling you won’t believe what happened.” he groaned. Follo’s left arm reached up, pushing back sweat slicked bangs.
His Hair was tossled. sweat dribbled beneath his bangs, making them to his forehead in such a way that made your chest a little tight. with his uniform slung over his shoulder—
your eyes can’t help but travel a little down south to his clavicular.
His collarbones popped out with every slow inhale. Adams apple bobbing as his throat searched for anything to cool him down.
His chest heaved. Dribbles of sweat falling at the hard curve. Taking your stare along with it.
you landed at his torso. The curve from the small of his waist to where his baggy pants lowly hung off his hips. Down the way was lined with hard muscles that strained against skin in bold strokes. The land riddled in scars and minor bruising.
You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight. An akward little smile plays on your lips as you force your eyes back to his face.
“Oh really?” you finally hum after a moment of ogling.
“torture, i say. Torture.” Follo sighed.
He pushing himself forward off the door. Your breath shortened as you caught the way his forearms flexed as he drew himself closer.
he landed next to you with a soft bounce and began talking. Though the words don’t reach you. Instead it comes out more like the low nonsensical buzzing of a machine.
All you could really focus on was all the details you’d been to blind to see. The veins, the hard line of his shoulder and abs, his biceps—
god his biceps. You kept coming back to those in particular
His best feature is definitely his biceps. The many veins that ran in down to his wrist like rivers.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ from that day forth you were obsessed. You never longed to see something so bad. Any excuse you had to see them, you pulled out.
Granted you tried to be subtle. Asking him to do things such as opening jars and fixing things. And follo, ever so happy to be helpful, would oblige and you would shamelessly ogle.
“follo!” you’d call and he’ll come rushing to see you with a pickle jar in hand. veins popping in your arm as you struggled to pop it open.
As you look across the room to find him you light up and held it up to him.
“can you open this? i swear to god ,it’s made out of super glue or something… “ you would grumbled. Eyebrow furrowing in frustration.
follo fought a small smirk, all most prideful that you immediately thought of him.
He took it from you and setting it down on the counter. You’d watched as the veins popped and muscles twitched. with faux, very very practiced ease (hey! can you blame a guy for wanting to look good?) it would pop open.
A love sick smile tugs at your lips. “woah…look at you superman!” You clapped.
Follo’s cheeks warmed. “‘s not a big deal…’m sure anyone could do it.”
“No i’m serious! you’ve got like— Hercules strength with those muscles!” Too close to the truth you internally scold.
The raw admiration peaks through your tone, as it often does whenever his muscles got brought up.
Follo let out a soft chuckle. He reached around and scratched his neck bashfully, waving you off.
Hell who was he to correct you? Especially when your warm voice made him melt like butter.
The charade definitely doesn’t go on forever though. Follo may be slightly oblivious even when it came to love and attraction but he was way too observant for his own good.
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ The first hint he picked up on was the increasing amount of the attention you payed to him.
Well, that sounds a little wrong. You payed attention to him, just not much to his body.
Whenever you hung out, Usually involving you slumped between his legs on your mattress. your fingers would dance along the hard strokes and firm muscle. Rubbing up and down in all the ways the killed him.
poor baby follo would try his hardest to feign like he didn’t notice. Like he was totally unaffected. Though he would eventually break.
“Sweetheart?” He would hum, gently coughing to disguise the way his voice rose in pitch.
“mh.”
“sweetheart.” He tried again. You didn’t look up, not even a quick glance.
Follo sighed. “ you’re not even listening to me are you?
“no no i am…” you insisted half heartedly. Taking the opportunity to “reassuringly” squeeze the fattest, meatiest part of the arm.
And follo wouldn’t press any further, but damn did he notice.
The buzz he felt from your hands on him was like no other. But it would be too foreword wouldn’t it? plus that might’ve just been your thing! You drew stars in his palm too so it was no different right?
᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ The second thing that ticked him off was how all of a sudden you became very eager to spot for him.
You were never overly concerned with his workouts, i mean they were fine but you didn’t really care all that much. however, After a week or two of your…fascination, you had his schedule memorized.
Every Thursday, Friday and saturday after work he’d try and take refuge in the cleaners training room.
You think you’re soooo sneaky and soooo cool about it (you’re not.)
you would pass by, walking back and forth, lowly whistling as you snuck glances into the room.
You watched as he went about his routine. Lifting weights, push ups, planks, etc. Analyzing the slight crease of his brows and the way his arms shook when he leant down.
You tried to keep your distance. to control yourself. I mean what would follo think if he knew just how much of a freak you were for a little muscle?!
It wasn’t like follo was like a body builder or anything like that. just real lean with a prominent v-line that ran from curve of his hips to where you’d never seen. abs that curved around the cinch of his waist to his belly button. It wasn’t anything to freak out over!
Though your body always held more weight than your mind.
So When you see him drop onto the mat, you couldn’t help but rush over to “help”.
you burst into the room at the sound his body hitting the floor. as you enter you snatch the water bottle at the front counter and looming over him.
“Follo—“ you called.
his head jerked up at your voice.
he looked good. Too fine. He was strung across the floor on his stomach, allowing you to clearly see the low curve of his spine. the broad width of the shoulder, The hill of his ass.
You almost felt bad for looking at him like that. “You uh— you okay? I thought I heard something…” you coughed.
Follo smiled. “Yeah, I just got a little tired as all. No need to worry.” He slowly lifted himself back up with a soft groan.
He pulled his shoulder back, wringing it around in slow circles. “You need something?”
You scratched behind your ear. Shifting on the balls of your feet. “Ah uh…no…“
You should go. You needed to. but you couldn’t leave yet, not when he was right here in front of you! Besides, that would be a waste!
“But it is late. Maybe i should wait here though? To make sure you don’t trip up again?” The excuse was clunky, but you needed this. Bad.
follo’s lips pursed for a second in consideration and maybe a sprinkle of confusion.
“You really don’t have to do that. It was a one time thing, I don’t usually roll over like that I promise.” he weakly smiled
Your eyebrow twitched. Damnit.
“Yeah but, better safe than sorry right?” You smiled.
“you don’t gotta worry—“
“c’mon just let me stay!!!” you quickly interrupted.
After a moment he broke out into a grin. “you’re so damn sweet to me it’s unfair.”
“sweet” …yeah. that was one word for it.
any excuse to put your hands on him you took.
Your hands would trail down his shoulders with biting electricity. Rubbing circles into his muscles, coaxing out breathy whines and groans. Or you would press down on the elasticity of his abdomen to help him with some work out.
as soon as you got that little piece of premission you had gone haywire. Everyone could see it. and everyone else could see just how bad follo loved the attention
The tips of your fingers set him on fire. the warmth of his body paired with the chill of your hands was criminal (hes nearly came every time)
don’t even get started on if he’s injured and your patching him up. Which is also how you tragically said the unspoken.
Follo was slumped against the hospital wall on the small cot. Legs spread apart where you had taken place.
You gently felt around the gash in side. Antiseptic made the raw irritation of skin burn brighter and brighter against his tanned skin.
You felt around bruised, twitching muscles as best you could.
as soon as the cotton swab loomed dauntingly over the wound he let out a small gasp.
“shit.” Follo hissed. Chest heaving as he sucked in the air around him. His muscles hardened beneath your touch.
You pressed down on the meat, gently rubbing soothing circled into skin.
“sorry sorry…” you winched.
“no no no… keep going, i can take it.” He Huffed in a hurry.
You bit down on your bottom lift as you studied the slash. After a moment of deep consideration and a deep breath, you fully committed the cotton swab to the plunge.
Follo’s head lolled back as he let out another broken whine.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried his hardest to hold back. You licked your lips. Your mouth was embarrassingly dry, it was damn near pathetic.
The look on his face made your lower stomach buzz with excitement. You swallowed and forced your head down past the glistening distraction.
“You know…atleast your abs gonna look badass.” You tried to lighten.
He looks down at you, eyebrows raising slightly.
Shit.
You quickly try and salvage. Looking back towards the first aid kit by your side and begin wrapping scratchy gauze around the damage. Pressing down once more, pushing a sharp gasp from his lips as you begin wrapping it around his slutty waist.
“I mean— not that they don’t already look look good— They look amazing. Like i would knaw on them if i could!”
Every word that spills out of your mouth digs your hole deeper and deeper. And when you finally manage to shut up and meet his half gaze you can’t help but feel pinned.
“you pay attention to my abs?” He stammered.
“Huh?” you blinked.
“…you think my abs look nice?”
God he had the worse case of puppy dog eyes ever. The room just got hotter and hotter under his scrutiny.
Your mouth opened and closed stupidly over and over. It was all too much, the proximity of you between his legs, his body heat infecting your own.
“…I…I mean…yeah. Your whole body looks great, it’s like a models.”the admission comes out low it’s barely audible.
“Ah! also how could i not notice i’m literally your spotter— trainer— whatever!” you added quickly.
“….” Follo’s cheeks began to swirl into a pretty pink. His entire body locked up. Rock hard.
You begin to sweat. five months of dating and you still got all nervous and awkward around him.
Follo didn’t say anything. His eyes just darted from yours to the placement of your hands on the cinch of his waist, the blood on your finger tips from your recovery efforts.
“baby…” He started slowly.
Your fingers come to halt. tremoring with nerves with no where to go.
“is this why you offered to help me when i work out?”
Damn it.
“i uh—…maybe?”
“y’know…I wouldn’t mind you looking at me like that, right?” he started slowly. like traveling across a mine field.
Your head snapped up almost instantly.
Follo looked away nervously. his face getting redder by the minute.
“I mean i could start sending you pictures of me flexing or working out whenever you’re not around… really you could do whatever you want with them.”
“…whatever I want?” you slowly repeated. like the words were too good to be true.
“yeah i mean… yeah whatever you want.” He nodded.
“huh…” you couldn’t stop the devilish smirk from forming on your lips.
“shit is that weird? sorry…”
“no no! you’re fine! I just didn’t think you would let me…think of you like that.”
“i mean I get— i mean everyone has their thing right? Plus your hands feel really nice so…”
You tilt your head at that last part. “they feel…nice?”
“Yeah…i mean especially when you’re helping me out. I dunno i just like being close to you i guess.”
Your eyes trail back down to his abdomen. You could feel your mouth begin to water slightly.
You gulped and nodded. “yeah…yeah me too.”
Your gaze flickered back and forth between him and his abdomen a few times. The tension in the air was almost nauseating.
You scooted closer and your hands began to trace over the sensitive bulging buds again. The bruises and cuts. This time your touch a lot less restrained as your wrapped him up.
Follo sucked in a deep breath as your slender fingers slid comfortably around his waist.
follo let out a shakey, high pitched breath. at the squeeze of the bandages around his ribs.
Yeah…you were in love with him and the feeling of his body against yours. You needed this. Therapy.
a/n: erm sorry this is short and a little clunky but some dumbass at my school decided to make finals week the same week i get out for summer??? so im kind of stressed and tired out. Reqs will be up soon tho!!
who you were sure absolutely hated your guts, after all, why else would he avert those uselessly beautiful eyes of his away from yours whenever you tried to speak to him and avoid any and all physical contact from you? Disgust. It had to be!
(because what else could it be? Not a head-over-heels loser too afraid to talk to or even touch his crush, right???)
who you had attempted to help out after he’d fallen down in front of you(like an absolute idiot, he’d muttered underneath his breath, fumbling with his sleeves), only for his suspiciously clammy hand to briefly brush against yours and almost immediately dart away from yours like it was poison - what the hell??
(before dashing away to a corner where he could curl into a corner to hide his burning face, trying to ignore how his face burned and stupidly wide smile on his face - damnit! This was all your fault!! :(( )
who had started staring you down during mealtimes, his lovely gorgeous heart-stopping ugly eyes boring into the back of your neck wherever you ate, yet shifting away whenever you turned to give him a dirty look back - ignore the way your cheeks flushed red from the attention. ://
(his friends giggling like the maniacs they were when they started to notice the wistful sighs and lovesick expressions he’d make in your direction, teasing and laughing at their friend’s hopeless pining - “Oh, shaddup all ready!”)
your darling enemy who didn’t think of himself as your enemy at all, really, but most certainly saw you as a distraction - what, with the way your eyes sparkled when you were happy, the way your voice sounded just like honey, the way your lips curled upwards when you smiled… how was he not meant to be distracted??
(though he most definitely wasn’t opposed if you wanted to go out with him in your free time, just sayin’ <3333)
hi !! this is my first ask hehe 👉👈 can i request sharing lollipops with kaji ? ☺️
sucker
ren kaji thinks lollipops taste sweeter when they’re second hand
a/n : i think this ask was meant to be soft & fluffy but that is not my forte i fear 💪💯 enjoy rough kaji instead 🤞
ren kaji thinks lollipops taste sweeter on your tongue.
so when he comes home with a new pack of suckers & drags you into his lap, arm hooked around your waist as hot breath fans plush skin, you say a silent prayer & hope all his candies taste bitter.
ren kaji sticks a sucker through your lips with an mph ! so your jaw aches a little & your first thought is bitter lemon but bitter lemon melts into orange crush & fuck you hate oranges
kaji reads the expression on your face. “what, you don’t like it ?”
he pulls out the candy with a pop ! & sticks it in his own, tongue swirling over yellowstone as citrus bleeds over cavities. it’s already half melted from the heat of your mouth but kaji doesn’t seem to mind. candy tastes sweeter when it’s second hand.
“mm, tastes good. open your mouth.”
kaji says it like it’s a command but his tone is sweeter than a toothache. you can feel the cold of his fingers press underneath the hem of your tank top, sticky with lolli-wet and saliva & suddenly you’re skinless & vulnerable, an aching mess of jaw breakers & candy wrappers & whatever the fuck it is ren kaji needs you to be.
ren kaji sticks his tongue into your mouth.
you’re used to this. his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs & you can feel his teeth on your tongue & fuck his hold on your waist is bruising but you’re used to this. you sit pretty on his knee while he abuses your mouth & all you can think to yourself is lord i am lucky / his touch rots my skin / i hope our mouths bleed forever
ren kaji pulls away, candy colored strings bridging the gap between your lips. candy-wet dribbles down your chin & god you are so heart-achingly beautiful but ren kaji will never tell you this so you will never know it.
omg congrats on 100 followers!! do u think u could do kaji ren with fluff prompt 27 or 46?
renskaji's 100 celebration
27: defending them in front of others
The misconception is that everything thinks Kaji is the crazy one in your relationship.
Really, it's you. But in your defense, people are stupid and your boyfriend has a problem with letting others think whatever they want about him.
You can't let that stand. Ren Kaji is a lot of things, but he's far from deserving of the vitriol he receives from his past. It's the quickest way for you get pissed off, and it's probably a good thing your boyfriend can fight as well as he can with the way you run your mouth to morons in the street.
"Did you have to starrrt that fight? I just wanted dinnerrr." Enomoto complains one day. He's grumbling, but you know he doesn't really mean it, and he didn't hear what the rival team pressing into the town had to say about Ren.
"Of course I did." You nod, hands on your hips as you survey the damage done to the three boys you were accompanying to dinner. Ren, Enomoto, and Kusumi are sitting on the curb in front of you, shaking out their fists after punching so many idiots in the face. "They had some shit to say about Ren, so they needed a bite to back up their bark."
Your boyfriend doesn't seem affected by your admission of why you put yourself in danger by getting in the face of some creep and his friends nearly ten minutes earlier. You figure he's used to it by now, and instead of arguing with you on it, he just unwraps a new lollipop after finishing the last one.
You don't miss the way the tips of his ears are burning red, though. It's obvious he likes when you stick up for him, and that's all the more reason for you to do it.
Kusumi gives you a thumbs up in encouragement, and Enomoto doesn't comment back, so you know you have their approval. Not that you needed it anyways, because you'd keep defending Ren until the day you died.
And you'd probably argue with others for him even after that, too.
"Tell me before you start a fight, next time." Ren finally speaks up, his fingers fiddling absentmindedly with the candy wrapper he usually just stuffs in his pocket. The action helps to melt away the frown that’s been etched into your face since you heard what the jackasses from out of town were saying.
He’s appreciative, you know, even if he won’t say it.
“Noted.” You stick out your hand for Ren to take, and he does, but he pushes himself to stand instead of pulling on you. Enomoto and Kusumi are quick to follow, and soon the four of you are back on track to the restaurant you’d picked for dinner.
“Pain in my ass.” Ren mumbles, and you know he’s talking about you.
He can’t hide the twitch of a grin in his cheek, though. You squeeze his hand, darting out to press a kiss to his jaw while walking behind Enomoto and Kusumi.
The sugary treats that sat in his pockets were constantly in his mouth, sometimes acting as replacements for nutritious foods. He had never given the side effects of living off of lollipops any thought, until his body began to show that it had had enough.
Kaji did not wonder why he had been feeling more fatigued after patrols, brushing it off as him not sleeping enough or just being tired of the same, monotonous routine. He also, did not pay any mind to the growing pains on his bones, and how his nails were easily breaking with every punch that he threw.
The one who did notice, though, was you.
Because it was not fun to hop into the shower after a long, tiring day, only to find platinum strands scattered all over the floor.
You were a bit puzzled as to why your apartment was suddenly covered in your boyfriend's hair. It did not take long for you to realize that something was wrong when you laid on top of your boyfriend on your sofa, his fingertips softly drawing circles on your back and giving you small scratches on accident.
Ren Kaji paid no mind to his health, which meant that you had to assume the role of his personal nurse, and it was no easy task.
Pills and capsules were an absolute no, as he straight up denied them as they were 'a total hassle'. Effervescents were your next choice, disguising them as soda and offering them to Kaji, earning a scowl in return as he shook his head in denial.
So when you stumbled across vitamin lollipops while inside the pharmacy, you knew you had hit the jackpot.
Every vitamin you could think of, stuffed inside your boyfriend's favorite treat. The packaging was identical to Kaji's usual lollipops, which was the cherry on top. You had a perfect plan, and in order for it to work, patience was to become your strongest virtue.
It was a slow start.
Every morning, you would offer the blond gremlin next to you a vitamin lollipop, even stuffing them in his pockets for him to grab when he's on patrol. He would take it from your hands with no issue whatsoever, being under the impression that they were the same as usual. His brows furrowed.
"'nother flavor?"
"Mhm. They brought back the cherry ones, and there's orange too."
"Oh. Cool."
Slowly but surely, you had turned into Kaji's personal lollipop dealer, with him shooting you texts asking you for more lollies. It took weeks for Kaji to fully 'return' to normal, if you could even call it that—your boyfriend was better than ever. Sure, the lollipops cost a pretty penny, but the shine on your boyfriend's radiant skin, strong nails and full set of hair made it all worth it.
One morning in particular, your boyfriend stared at you, his palm open and extended towards you.
"Need something, Ren?"
"You give me an orange lollipop every morning before I leave."
You chuckled at your boyfriend's subtle pout, "I ran out, Ren. I'll get some more today, alright?"
Kaji nodded before placing a quick peck on your forehead, heading out the door.
Who knew the perceptive Ren Kaji was so easy to condition and fool?
n. first time writing for winbre how r we feelin tonight
3 times he should have been mad at you & 1 time he was
ren kaji x reader, wc: 3k, req? no.
Sakura thinks he's gotten to know his fellow Bofurin members pretty well.
Suo likes to be a tease. Nirei likes to know everything about the people he admires. Hiragi is a worrier and Umemiya is a fantastic leader.
He thinks he knows about Ren Kaji, too. He's a hothead, who likes to keep to himself and doesn't let others mess with his personal bubble.
Except, Sakura is coming to realize, there's an exception.
And it's you.
He doesn't notice it right away. You're not a member of Bofurin, but just someone who hangs around. A friend of the second years, really. He knows enough about you to know that you've been friends with Kaji since middle school, and that's about it.
Oh, another thing Sakura knows about you.
Kaji lets you get away with things that would get a lesser man beaten up.
first offense: stealing his candy
Sakura isn't sure why he’s trailing behind Tamon team's second years on patrol, but he’s doing his job diligently. Kaji is leading the group, with Enomoto and Kusumi close by. It's been a relatively slow afternoon, and he's thankful that he doesn't have to worry about chasing down any losers that wander into town.
That's when you appear.
You're in your school uniform, he notices, but what grabs his attention most is how you easily slide up to the second year's grade captain.
"Hey, Ren," You smile the moment Kaji tugs his headphones off of one ear. There's not much emotion on his face, but the fact that he's even acknowledging you shows how much he cares.
"You just get out of club?" Kaji asks, and Kusumi pulls Enomoto and Sakura away to give you a moment of privacy to chat. You offer the boys smiles as they pass, but you're much too entranced by Kaji before you to pay them much mind.
"Yeah," You nod, assuring him. Your smile melts into a pout, and you watch as Kaji's eyes track the change despite his expression staying fixed neutral. "I'm supposed to go to extra tutoring classes now, but I'd rather skip."
"idiot," He huffs before he, most likely, even thinks. You don't blanch at the abrasive comment like most would, though. Instead, the edges of your smile start to come back. "You're too worried about your grades to skip tutoring."
He's right, but you don't feel like admitting it.
"It'll be almost dark by the time I'm out, though." You're pouting again, fingers twisting in the fabric of your uniform skirt. It's not that you're nervous; more so in need of something to occupy your hands while you chat.
"Text me what time and I'll walk you home." Kaji offers casually, though you see the red flush starting to creep up from under the neckline of his sweatshirt. "Don't be stupid and walk home at night alone."
"Okay," You roll your eyes, dragging out the two syllable word, but you're smiling nonetheless. "You have a funny way of showing you care, Ren."
"Shut up." He huffs, the exasperated sound drawing a laugh out of you. It's light and airy, and you don't miss the way Kaji seems to flush brighter at the sound.
You wish you could stay and talk all evening with him, but you really do have places you need to be. With a sigh, you pout once more and check the time on your phone.
"Shit. I've got to run or else I'll be late." You groan, shoving your phone back into your pocket. You take a step forward, towards Kaji, and that's when it happens.
Sakura can only watch—in utter horror—as you shove your hand into the front pocket of Kaji's hoodie. Right where he keeps his candy stash hidden away.
You do it so casually, so naturally, Sakura almost doesn't believe his eyes. It's over in nearly the blink of an eye, too, before you emerge with a stolen lollipop clenched tight between your fingers.
From where he's watching with the others a few paces away, Sakura braces, waiting for Kaji's shouts to back off of him.
But it doesn't come.
Instead, Kaji sticks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a second lollipop—extending it to you silently. You're grinning as you collect it alongside your stolen candy, and Sakura is trying to figure out how you're getting away with extra lollipops and no shouting.
He can only watch, in both confusion and amazement, as you accomplish a task no other would be able to.
You leave with a cheery goodbye, and Sakura is left with ears burning red after witnessing the situation.
verdict: not guilty
second offense: touching his headphones
Sakura thinks it might be a one-off thing. That Kaji might've just been in a rare good mood, or figured it might look bad if he shouted at you in the street on patrol.
They're not very likely, but it's all he has to work with.
Until a few days later, there's an impromptu Bofurin dinner at a local restaurant.
It's Tamon team leadership, mostly. Plus Umemiya, who makes up in energy to fill the space. The dinner is fine, nothing remarkable, until just before orders are placed and you arrive.
He hasn't seen you since he ran into you on patrol, and Sakura can only watch as you take the last open seat next to Kaji.
Kusumi, Sakura realizes later, had vacated his spot to make room for you.
You're smiling at everyone as you join the rowdy group of Bofurin boys. Kaji barely glances up from the menu as you sit down, but you do feel him knock his leg against yours under the table in acknowledgment.
He's wearing his headphones inside the restaurant, so you know something is bothering him. Probably from patrol, or class, and you make a note to ask him later before diving into the conversations happening around the table.
"I didn't know you'd be coming!" Umemiya cheers loudly, just as soon as you're settled. Hiragi hisses for him to quiet down, but the warning falls on deaf ears.
"I wasn't," You admit, toying with the edge of the menu to busy your hands. "But Ren texted and said to meet you guys out."
There's a chorus of 'oh, that makes sense' that rings out from around the table, and the topic swiftly moves on. You're quick to decide what you want from the menu and set it aside, pulling out a pen from your purse instead of joining Umemiya's conversation regarding vegetable plants.
There's a paper napkin on the table sitting between you and Kaji, and you draw a nine-square grid on it without saying a word. In the center, you mark the letter x, playing your first move.
You press your knee sideways into Kaji's thigh, leaving it there even after you get his attention.
With you offering him the pen, he knows what you want and he's quick to acquiesce. He doesn't remove his headphones, though, and you pout at the action.
He marks an o in the top right corner of the grid.
You get through three silent games of tic-tac-toe—moving closer into his space each turn—before the waitress comes back around to take the orders. There's nothing of note happening, until she gets to Kaji, who can't hear her ask what he wants with his headphones still on and blaring music.
You react before anyone can even wave to get his attention, much to Sakura's horror.
One moment there's silence, waiting for Kaji to realize he's being spoken to, and the next—you're pulling his headphones off and holding them close to your body, out of his reach.
"Ren," You call his name gently, headphones still clutched in your hands. You nod your head in the direction of the waitress, catching him up to what's happening around him. "What're you ordering?"
Sakura expects there to be a blowout, right there in the middle of the restaurant. He's never seen anyone touch Kaji's headphones besides Kaji, and you just tugged him right off his head without any preamble.
Instead, Kaji just looks at the waitress and gives his order in a bored tone. He makes a note that he's paying for your meal, too, and no one else at the table seems to bat an eye.
"Put my headphones in your bag," Kaji tells you flatly. He's not ordering you around, but he's earned the stern attention of Hiragi down the table for his response. You don't need the older boy to help rein Kaji in, though, because you don't even flinch before leveling him with a pointed look. Kaji huffs, the tips of his ears suddenly tinged red. "Please."
"That's more like it." You grin, happily stuffing Kaji's precious headphones into your purse for the remainder of dinner. "I'll keep 'em safe, Ren."
"Yeah," Kaji huffs, fiddling with the pen and not looking directly at you. He's entirely too apathetic about headphones he's never seen without, and it doesn't make sense to Sakura. "Whatever. Your turn."
Sakura can only watch as you and Kaji go back to your own little world, heads ducked close together and mumbling about the game you're playing on a napkin.
Sakura flushes. He thinks he's starting to put the pieces together.
verdict: not guilty
third offense: taking his clothes
Sakura doesn't really mean to catch the third time Ren Kaji should blown up on you.
It's just, Pothos Café is his place. It's part of his daily routine, a place of comfort, whether he wants to admit it or not. He doesn't go into the café one weekend morning for breakfast with the intent of observing you and Kaji, but it's just something that happens.
The two of you are already seated in a corner booth by the time he arrives. Papers strewn out across the space, two mugs of coffee and a single plate already emptied of its contents. You wave to Sakura, and he waves back, but then he sits at the counter to order and you go back to work.
It took a lot of work to convince Kaji to go out and study with you on a Saturday morning. Really, you're impressed with yourself that you managed to pull it off.
Though, he has spent the better part of your study time looking at his phone, headphones sat around his shoulders but blasting music so loud you could hear it from across the table.
The spirit is there, at least.
"Are you getting any more coffee?" You ask Kaji, breaking the silence that had fallen over your chosen booth while you worked through a mountain of homework. You've been eyeing your empty mug for the past five minutes, debating about asking Kotoha behind the counter for a refill.
"Why? You want some?" Kaji counters with a question, looking up from his phone for the first time in a while. You guess he more so agreed to go to Pothos with you than to go to Pothos and study.
"Yeah, I think." You decide, setting down your pencil with the intention to get up and ask for a refill. But you don't get to move more than a few inches before Kaji is up, your mug in hand as he walks towards the counter.
You smile as you watch him go, asking Kotoha for a second mug so your studying isn't interrupted. It's silly, really, how such small things make you so happy.
While he's up, you spot his bag sitting on the opposite side of the booth just as the chill of the café suddenly gets to you.
"Ren, I'm taking your sweatshirt!" You call out, more as an announcement than asking for permission. By the time Sakura turns his head to look, you're already digging in his bag to look for the aforementioned article of clothing.
Kaji is leaning against the counter, near enough to Sakura that he's cautious as he waits for his response. If not shouting, Sakura thinks, then at least a stern warning to stay out of his stuff.
Instead, Kaji shrugs, barely looking up from his phone to see what you're doing.
"'Kay," Kaji mumbles, waiting for Kotoha to refill your coffee. "Don't spill shit on it this time."
"I won't," You reply cheerily, tugging the sweatshirt on and getting back to work.
Like it's all normal.
Sakura feels his mind stall, then his face flush. Kaji had said this time. Which means you've taken his clothes more than once. Sakura feels like he might combust if he thinks about it too long, so instead he turns and blushes into his plate of omelette rice.
He tries to pretend he doesn't hear Kotoha snickering.
verdict: not guilty. possibility of repeat offenses.
final offense: letting some no name shishitoren boy get too close to you
Sakura has no idea what occasion Umemiya managed to come up with for Bofurin's latest mixer at the school.
It's not just Furin High in attendance, but Shishitoren and other friends, too. Like you. He doesn't think much of it when he sees you arrive early on in the party, his focus more so on surviving an evening of Suo's public teasing.
It's not until later when Nirei grabs his arm and whisper-shouts your name that Sakura realizes something might be wrong.
"Oh no." Nirei panics, setting Sakura on edge and merely gaining Suo's attention. "Kaji isn't going to be happy about this..."
"What's happening now?" Sakura is on alert, head swiveling around to find the source of Nirei's panic. All he finds are party goers enjoying the drinks and snacks painstakingly set out on tables, mixing and chatting like any normal event.
"Ah, I see." Suo hums, though his smirk doesn't fade, so Sakura thinks it shouldn't be too bad. "Poor boy won't know what'll hit him."
"The hell are you two on about?" Sakura snaps, tired of looking around like an idiot and being the only one not in the know. It's then that Nirei repeats your name and points, picking you out of the crowd.
You're on the outskirts of the mixer, near one of the refreshment tables. You're talking from somebody he doesn't recognize from Shishitoren, and Sakura's face immediately flushes when he takes in the boy's body language.
Clearly, you're being hit on.
From what he can see, you're being a good sport about it. You've always been kind every time he spoke to you, and he doesn't think this time is different.
But even from so far away, Sakura can tell that you're not interested.
"What's the big deal? If he's making her uncomfortable, we can step in." Sakura shrugs, watching your interaction with the Shishitoren boy closely for any signs that you want out of the conversation.
"That is the big deal." Suo croons, point unsubtly to a new figure on the scene. Kaji.
Sakura can only watch as Kaji storms up to you and the Shishitoren boy, frown etched so deeply onto his face it can only scream trouble. Still, you only smile at Kaji, far brighter than what you had given the other boy.
Kaji pulls his lollipop from his mouth like he's going to start yelling. You shove the candy back in to muffle whatever he had to say.
"Uh," Sakura can't look away from the scene. He's ready to interrupt if Kaji starts to blow a fuse, but he knows Enomoto, Kusumi, or Hiragi would be better suited to help. "Should we—"
He interrupts himself, then, when you wrap your hand around Kaji's and drag him in the direction of the school. He watches until the two of you disappear into the building, and it's then that he looks at his two friends.
"What was that?" Sakura asks, but his face is starting to burn a deep crimson and he thinks he knows before anyone can answer his question.
"You didn't know?" Nirei asks, like anyone is as informed as him about members of Bofurin. Sakura just looks at him blankly, trying to avoid Suo's smug look at his blush. "They're dating. Have been, for a while."
And that... makes too much sense.
The one time Sakura sees Kaji get upset with you—and Kaji's not even upset with you. He's not mad. He's jealous.
Sakura's face is burning, now.
verdict: guilty
sentence: dealing with a pouty Ren Kaji
"Were you jealous, Ren?"
"No. Shut up." Your boyfriend fires off two quick to be believable.
Not to mention, he nearly just went off on the poor unsuspecting Shishitoren boy that was hitting on you.
You've snuck away from the mixer and into his empty classroom to take a break from the crowd. You're not sad to be away from the party, especially not when you're with Kaji.
"I can't believe it," You giggle, shaking your head. Perched atop a desk, you're sitting taller than Kaji. It doesn't help that he's slouched in a chair beside the desk you're on, arms crossed and headphones around his neck. "You were totally jealous."
"'M gonna leave if you don't stop." Kaji threatens, but you know it's empty. He's not convincing in the slightest—not when he leans forward to rest his elbow on your desk, chin propped up in the palm of his hand. "So what if I don't like seeing some idiot hit on my girlfriend?"
He's frowning, pouting, up at you. You're weak to the sight, and you know you need to reward him for expressing his feelings on the situation so openly.
"Sorry," You offer to soothe the burn of what had happened. Leaning forward, you press a short kiss to his pout. It's more of a peck than anything, and you know it's not enough to satisfy him. "I won't let it happen again. Cross my heart."
You sign over your chest, but before you could get through half the motion, Kaji grips your hand in his, threading your fingers together.
"Don't apologize for what that moron was doing." He's still frowning, and you know you have a while until you can get him back to normal.
You kiss him again.
Your boyfriend has a short temper, but never with you.
