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YOU'RE ALL I CAN IMAGINE ─── follo t.

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.

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