Puppyboy follo with a mommy and lactation kink but he's too embarrassed so you gotta force it outta him then reward him for even being brave enough to tell you (It was forced, But still) 🤤🤤🤤
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Save me, puppyboy Follo, save me.
I wish I could draw better and wasn't scared to make fanart cause I'd be pumping out puppy Follo art like CRAZY. And in my tag when you sent the one ask, I said if anyone draws puppy Follo to show me immediately. Well, my one goated moot ended up looking through my Follo tag or something and liked/reblogged a puppyboy Follo fanart I REBLOGGED BEFORE I REALIZED HOW IMPORTANT PUPPY FOLLO WAS!
♡ So thank you, Moot, for doing that. Almost ascended when I saw that. Can't believe how foolish I am to forget such things. ♡
But I'm gonna slide one little kink into this as well. I hope you don't mind. Thinking about what to write for this, it felt kinda right to add it. It's not a major part of this, but it just there. Also making this more canine-hybrid rather than just simple petplay. Feels more right to me.
Fem reader for this!
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Follo was the cutest puppy on the Ground. The most adorable little folded ears that rested on top of his head. A fluffy tail protruding from his lower back that aways seemed to wag when you just looked his way. The way his eyes seemed to grow bigger when he'd silently begged you for some attention. Truly, there is no other puppy who could compete with Follo.
You were quick to take Follo in. It started as a simple owner/puppy dynamic. You were someone to take care of him and keep him in check. But it was rather quick to become something more. You couldn't help it! Follo was so quick to fall in love with you. Being his owner wasn't enough for him. He needed more.
It didn't take long for him to become your cute little puppy boyfriend. His way of trying to "court" you was too adorable to not fall in love with. He became more affectionate, trying to share his food with you, giving you his toys cause he felt that since he loved his puppy toys so much then surely you would too! He was also very adamant about you wearing his clothes. His clothes were big and baggy so they fit you rather well. It was also Follo's way of telling everyone that he claimed you. No one could have you unless they went through the puppy. Him and Alan were ready to fight for you.
When things became intimate, the poor puppy was so shy, so inexperienced. You were his first time, and he decided that no one else would suffice. He didn't want anyone else. Only you. You were always so gentle with him. Always going at his pace. You were just so kind and patient. But your kind and loving nature made him crave something. There was something he wanted but he'd die if he ever had to say it.
He wanted you to be a Mommy to him.
It was so embarrassing for him. Everytime things got heated between you two, he had to actively fight the urge to call you Mommy. There's no way he could look you in the eyes if that happened. What if you made fun of him? What if you became disgusted with him and left? What if you told everyone and now all of HQ is making fun of him? He wouldn't want people to view him as lesser cause he had a Mommy kink.
But that's just one part of his desires.
He also had a love for lactation. Seeing milk start to bead out from a woman's nipples, spilling down her chest, and the taste had to be so divine! If you ever started to lactate, Follo would be insatiable!
So imagine how he was when you started lactating out of no where.
It drove Follo mad. He tried to be respectful, he really did! But he couldn't help staring at your chest, especially when your milk would leak through your shirt. The way you fussed about it. How you would complain about how sensitive and sore your chest was from having so much milk inside them.
You noticed though. You always notice. Follo was never good at hiding anything, especially anything sexual. It was so adorable seeing him try to act like seeing you lactate didn't turn him on. You saw how he was adjusting himself over his pants, trying to hide his slowly growing hard on. His little whimpers when you'd complain about needing some form of relief from having all this milk leaking out of you. He wanted to help so bad, but he was being so shy about asking.
So you confront him about it one night.
It was getting late. You told Follo to get ready for bed, he happily obliged, but was so horribly unaware for what was about to happen. He was so happy too. You had spent the whole day being extra caring to him. Extra spoiling. He had figured he must've done something good to be rewarded like this. Oh, how it was about to change.
Follo came out of the bathroom dressed in his sleep clothes: a simple t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. His ears relaxed and tail slowly wagging as he thought about the cuddles he was gonna get once in bed with you. He hoped to be able to cuddle his face against your chest. Your breasts were so much more softer now since you started lactating. They made for such wonderful pillows.
Crawling in bed, he waited patiently for you. You slipped into the bathroom when he came out, holding clothes in your hands that he assumed were a new set of pajamas. While it was true that it was new clothes, it was actually a cute lacey chemise set. It hugged your breasts perfectly. The lacey panties were revealing, leaving little to the imagination. You knew once you stepped out of the bathroom, Follo would immediately become such a needy puppy. He'd listen to your every word. It would help make it easier to get him to admit to what he wants.
Once you were freshened up and had your chemise on, it was game time. Turing off the bathroom light, you stepped out of the bathroom, looking at your little puppy to see his reaction.
When Follo looked at you he froze. He wasn't expecting this. He could already feel his cock starting to get hard. It had been a bit since you two were able to have some fun. Life had just been so busy recently due to work. And now here his beloved girlfriend was, standing in the bathroom doorway and looking at him with such caring eyes. He could feel the urge to call you Mommy start to rise. It sat right there at the back of his throat. Clearing his throat, he spoke.
"You look really beautiful in that."
A soft smile graces your face, immediately melting his puppy heart, "Well thank you, Follo."
You walk over, footsteps light and delicate. Getting into bed, you straddle the puppy which causes his face to flush red and eyes widen.
"Wa-wait! What are you doing?"
"Talk to me, Follo. You're hiding something."
That immediately makes him tense. Hiding? He wasn't hiding anything! Definitely not hiding anything. "I'm not hiding anything? I would never hide anything from you."
Clicking your tongue, you bring your face closer to his, making him blush worse. "Now, now, don't be a bad puppy. You're hiding something. I know you want something, honey. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. You know you have nothing to worry about, my love."
He wanted to say it. He wanted to get everything off his chest, but he was so scared. So embarrassed. To admit he wanted to call you Mommy and drink your milk? This isn't something a normal puppy would do! He couldn't do it. He wished he could just disappear now.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. If he kept looking at you, he'd crack. "N-no. It's okay. Can we... Can we just please go to sleep now? I promise I'm not hiding anything. I just think we're both exhausted from the week we had and need to rest." He's desperate to make this end. But you were never one to back down, something he always loved about you, til now since your using it on him.
"Follo, look at me please." A soft command, one he couldn't ignore. Looking up at you with soft eyes, small tears starting to form cause of how embarrassed and scared he was to confess. You hold his face in your hands and stroke his soft cheeks, trying to show him there was nothing to worry about. "I love you, Follo. You know you can tell me anything. I can see there's something you want. You don't have to be scared and hide it. I won't ever judge you. You're my beautiful puppy and I will never leave you, okay? Now, please just tell me what you want? I wanna make you happy."
Follo finally cracks, there's no turning back now. Tears well up more as he confesses, "I... It would mean a lot to me if I could... call you Mommy... And maybe I could help you out with your lactating problem and drink you milk?" He's clining onto the blankets desperately. He's finally confessed what was building up for so long. It felt good to get it out, but he was still so embarrassed to say that.
You smiled warmly at him and place a soft kiss to his shaky lips, poor puppy was so close to crying from embarrassment. "That's all? My baby, of course you can do all that! If it makes you happy, it makes me happy!"
The relief Follo felt was heavenly. The weight on his shoulders finally lifted. He was so worried for nothing! Why was he even scared in the first place? You always were such a kind and understanding person. It was one of the many reasons Follo fell in love with you.
He wraps his arms around your body and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent to help gst rid of the lingering anxiety. "Thank you. I was just so scared that telling you this would make you leave. I don't wanna lose you. I love you."
Returning his hug, you hold him so delicately, "I love you too, my puppy now..." You smirk, tone changing. "How about you come take care of Mommy."
Hearing you call yourself Mommy instantly makes Follo hard. The blood in his body rushing down to his puppy parts. He whimpers, feeling so needy. He needs his Mommy to help him.
"Please, M-Mommy." It feels so weird to finally say it. To finally say the title he's always wanted to call you. It's so strange, so embarrassing, so... perfect.
A small laugh escapes you. Everytime you think Follo couldn't get more cute, he proves you wrong. Getting off his lap, you sit down beside him. Taking one of the straps of your chemise, you slide it down your shoulder. It makes the top of your chemise, the side where the strap is being lowered, droop, revealing just a smidge more skin. Letting go of the strap, you grab the top of your chemise and pull it down to reveal one of your milk swollen breasts. It makes your puppy's mouth water. He wants to touch it. To feel the weight of your breasts and the softness. He wants to taste the goodness hidden within them. But he waits. He wants to hear you tell him that he can touch, that he can drink. He wants to be a good puppy for you. Bad puppies get punished and he wasn't trying to be deprived of the one thing he's wanted for so long.
Wrapping am arm around his shoulder, you pull Follo closer. Your hand goes from his shoulder to his head and guide his face towards your breast. "Here you go, baby. Take all that you want from Mommy."
That's all Follo needed to hear. He latches on right away. Swiping his tongue over your nipple real quick before he starts to suck. It doesn't take long before the creamy liquid fills his mouth and overwhelms his senses. It's tastes even better than what he expected. He's already addicted. His body is laying against you, legs straddling your one. He can feel his hard cock pressed aginst your plush thigh. It feels good, but he wants more. He grinds against your thigh slightly. He shudders as the pleasure from it spreads throughout him. Maybe if he asks nicely, Mommy will give him more.
He detaches from your leaking nipple and looks up with you with big begging puppy eyes. "Mommy, may I please have more? My puppy parts are starting to hurt. I need more. Please?"
Now how could you deny him after he was such a good boy?
"Of course, my pretty little puppy. Mommy is gonna take very good care of you. Just go back to drinking. You have to be so thirsty right now. It would be so mean of me to not take care of you after you were such a good boy for me."
Follo whimpers and says a little, "Thank you Mommy. I love you Mommy." before he goes back to drinking your milk. He closes his eyes as he feels you hand travel down his body. Soft caresses that start to make his tail wag slowly. You lift the bottom of his shirt up slightly and pull his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his puppy parts. You take a hold of it, feeling how hot and hard he is. His tip is leaking out so much pre, spreading it down his shaft helps make stroking him easier.
Follo moans aginst your breast at the feeling. You always knew just how to touch his puppy parts right. Your hand gentle yet firm enough. The perfect amount of pressure and the perfect speed of your hand rubbing him up and down. His tail starts to wag faster. He feels so good right now. This is exactly what he wanted. Mommy was taking such good care of him.
Maybe too well.
He can already feel his orgasm approaching. He wasn't ready. He didn't want to finish so soon, but he just felt so good.
He started to suck on your nipple harder and faster. Arms wrapped around your body so he can be as close to his Mommy as he can. His puppy mouth keeps filling up with milk. Oh how he could stay like this forever. Drinking Mommy's milk while she plays with his puppy parts.
Your hand speeds up. His moans start to get a little louder but muffled by your swollen breast. He can feel his balls draw up and get ready to expel cum from his cock. He wants to say something. He should say something. But he doesn't want to pull away from your breast for even a second.
Follo was in heaven and so were you. You could feel how wet you got from this. Feel how your cute lacey panties stuck to your pussy. You knew once your puppy came and had a tummy full of milk, he'll gladly help you out. He was always so eager to please you. His precious Mommy. He loves you so much and you love him just as much. Feeling him sucking on your breast and helping relieve the ache the milk inside you caused, it made you let out soft huffs and moans. Your beautiful puppy always made you feel so damn good.
"Oh goodness, such a good puppy. Does Mommy taste good? I must. I can feel how greedy your little puppy mouth is being right now. But that's okay. Mommy is so proud of you for telling her what you wanted. You can take all you want. If you keep being a good boy for Mommy, she'll keep letting you drink her milk. Does my little puppy wanna cum? Do you want Mommy to keep touching your puppy parts? Or would you like to put your puppy parts inside Mommy? I bet you would like to feel Mommy's pussy wrapped around you. It's been so long since your cute puppy parts were in Mommy."
Follo had to pull away after you said that. Mouth off your breast, gently pulling your hand off his pre slicked cock. He looks at you with desperate eyes. He needed more.
"Inside. I wanna be inside you, Mommy. Is that okay?"
You pull your panties off and throw them to the floor to be collected later. "Of course, sweetheart. With how much of a good puppy you're being, who would I be to deny you?"
You spread your legs out so Follo can get in between them. He admires your pussy, fingers dipping down to feel the wetness that's leaking out if you. He brings his fingers to his mouth to for a quick taste. Your slick tastes just as good as your milk. He doesn't know which is better.
He aligns his cock to your entrance and slowly sinks in. Warm, wet, and tight walls welcome his puppy parts in. It feels too good, there's no way Follo is gonna be able to last long.
He tries to start off slow and gentle, ge really did, but you just felt too good and he was already so close to cumming he couldn't help himself. Laying his head on your chest, puppy ears flattened down against his head, tail wagging aggressively, he thrusts in you so fast and rough. Moans, whimpers, and words of praise and encouragement fill the room. The wet sounds of his hips meeting yours so sinful but adding to the pleasure. You snaked a hand down to your clit and rub quick tight circles around it. You wanted to cum with your pretty little puppy.
"Mommy. M-Mommy! Need to fill you. Need to breed my Mommy. N-Need to make my Mommy feel so good. I'm gonna cum, Mommy. May I please cum? Need to breed you, Mommy. Fill you up with my pups."
"Go on, my love. Cum for Mommy. Fill her up with everything you got. Such a good boy for Mommy."
With your permission, Follo cums and buries his head into your chest. Whimpering as his cock shoots out hot white ropes of cum deep into your pussy. It makes you cum as well. Walls pulsating around him, adding to his pleasure. He's grinding against you, riding out his orgasm and overstimulating himself. Tears fall from his eyes cause of how good he feels.
He finally stops grinding against you when the overstimulation becomes too much. He stays inside you as he kisses all over the tops of your breasts. Nuzzles, kisses, and little puppy locks here and there. Between each kiss, he murmurs out a thank you.
"Thank you, Mommy." *kiss* "Thank you so much." *kiss* "I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did." *kiss*
With a content and small laugh, you grab Follo's face, stopping his loving assault on your breasts, and pull him in for a deep kiss. His wagging tail starts to slow down as he feels exhaustion creep up on him. He wants to keep going, but he knows that once you sense how tired he is, you'll stop everything and have him go to sleep. Follo knows to not go against your demands.
You pull away from the kiss, Follo tries to follow your lips, but you place a hand over his mouth. "My beautiful little puppy boy. That was wonderful. You really are such a good puppy. I love you so very much. Now lets get you cleaned up and go to bed. If you keep being a good puppy for Mommy, she'll let you keep drinking her milk."
Follo perks up hearing you say that. He can be a good puppy. He can be more than that! Anything for his beautiful Mommy.
After getting cleaned up, and discarding all the clothes you both had on, you and Follo lay down together in bed. Blankets lay over top you two as you hold your puppy close. He's latched on to your other breast now. It wouldn't be fair to love on the one and not the other. Plus a little snack before going to sleep never hurt. You play with his hair as you both slowly fall asleep. This is just the start of more fun to come. Making your beautiful puppy boy Follo happy makes you happy. He can call you Mommy and drink your milk all he wants to as long as you get to shower him with your love and affection. ♡
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Oh my God did I get hella into this. This is my current Magnum Opus. I told you all I ain't playing about puppyboy Follo.
Will be posting this to AO3 as a stand alone fic since I made it longer than expected. Genuinely wasn't planning to make it the way I did, but you know what? I'm glad it turned out this way. This was fun to write, even if I had to take breaks cause I was getting too into it. Got another ask to write and I will rest for the night. In the morning, I'm gonna work on my Enjin birthday fic. I hope it turns out as good as I think this one did.
Also, this is my first time really sitting down to write a full fic AND it's my first time writing a smut fic. So please tell me if I did good and let me know what to work on so I can make better fics in the future. I have zero confidence in my writing abilities. Like, if I don't post this now, I will immediately scrap it and post something else. I didn't proof read this either cause I wanted to get this out there before I start to doubt myself. So please tell me if this is good or not. Thank you for reading this! :')
alsooo i just realized i could create the actual tunito nation here on tumblr with the communities feature...would y'all want that? i don't really use communities that much on here but maybe it could be fun idk :P
it would be for art, thoughts, fics, even events like what hannii is organizing right now, just fun times all around!!
lmk what y'all think :P
YES!! TUNITO NATION SHALL RISEEE!!!
i don't use communities like that but it'd be cool to be in it
Follo sheepishly coming up to you to ask something he thinks is super gross and that you’ll tell him off for. And he just beats around the bush for ages and plays it up as something really nasty and taboo and shameful and when you finally pull it out of him he just wants a footjob
I don’t know how I know this but I just instinctively know Follo has at least a little bit of a thing for feet, and maybe I do too for suggesting this but I’ve kinda made my peace with that idgaf
oh my god no you are so right
you and follo are sitting next to each other on his bed, watching a movie. he’s been quiet and fidgety the entire time and it’s making you a little worried, so you pause the movie and ask him if there’s something he wants to tell you. he squeaks, wringing his hands together and wiping them back and forth on his thighs.
“no! no, i was just-uh, just really interested in the movie!”
you take his clammy hands into yours, turning your body to face him. “i wasn’t born yesterday, follo. come on, something’s obviously bothering you.”
you soften your voice and squeeze his hands, “you know you can tell me anything, baby.”
follo lets his upper body fall into you, forehead landing on your collarbone. he groans, “ugh! it’s just so gross!”
your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “gross? what do you mean gross? it can’t be worse than when you got so drunk you puked on gris’s shirt, dude.”
“no that’s not-it’s different.”
he sighs into your chest before saying something unintelligible.
“huh?”
“i said iwantyoutogivemeafootjob.”
you pause, your brain processing the string of rushed syllables. when you finally understand, you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up. follo pulls away from you, turning to the other side to bury his face in the pillows.
“you’re laughing! i’m disgusting and you’re laughing because you think i'm a freak!” he cries. you throw yourself over his back, still laughing, and wrap your arms around him.
"follo, look at me."
when he sits up, his face is bright red and he won't meet your eyes. you cup his hot cheeks in your palms pull him in for a soft kiss. "i will totally give you a foot job, are you joking? that's so hot!"
he finally meets your gaze, his eyes wide. you see his thighs squeeze together, and when you look down, he's already half-chubbed in his sweats.
A jumble of limbs and bodies on the rec room's couch isn't the image that comes up when people think of coordination, but Follo assures that you knew exactly what you were doing.
He huffs, pouting as his arm scrambles to land anywhere near your body, for your foot on his abdomen obstructed his goals. Despite his time being a Cleaner, fighting alongside Givers to disarm Trash Beasts and being much stronger than the average Groundling, his attempts to land a meaningful blow remained fruitless.
Your laughter fills the room as you swat his hand away, conveniently dashing his hopes of triumphing through sheer strength in a fell swoop.
He lifts himself from you for analysis, sitting backward against one of the armrests of the couch. He squints—you're no Trash Beast, but you are human. There has to be a pattern to your attacks somewhere...!
Follo lunges from his knees, planning to wield the element of surprise as he aims for your waist. His arms already launch to protect your head from the blunt force of the arm rest, and he's already hovering above you. Your arm already stretches out, grasping at his shoulder to pull him down. At the same time, Follo tries to leverage his surprisingly gentle hold on your head to pour all the strength in his arm to corner you against the backing of the couch.
Unfortunately, he feels the all too familiar foot on his stomach.
His first instinct was to start begging, "Please, let me have this!" but it remained caught in his throat. No, his stubbornness must overpower yours. His pride was on the line.
He hears a muffled snicker that as he looks up, snuck past the fingers covering your mouth. Even if he couldn't hear it, your eyes said it all as they creased at the outer corners, failing to hide your smile. The gap in your defense couldn't help but make him mirror your grin, in spite of the poorly disguised taunt.
And dammit, he fell for it.
However, his naïveté regarding overpowering your endearing self only through sheer willpower actually led to a break through for this particular swing of his arm. He thought it was another one of his futile attempts since his fingers only barely brushed against your torso. Strangely enough, you shriveled up—your torso bent and your thigh shot up to protect from future attacks. You even went as far as to physically turn away from him, leaving the other side of your torso open.
"Oh?" His smile spread a bit more sinisterly, just barely brushing his fingers against the side of your stomach again before you reacted the same way.
There was no mercy left within Follo as he advanced on both sides, tickling you to oblivion as you kicked your feet against the couch, both your and his laughter echoing from the walls of the rec room as if the two of you were the only people in the world.
"Gah—Follo!" You screamed, trying to regain the upper hand you had by pushing at his legs with yous, but to no avail.
"Yeah?" He replied casually, more focused on winning rather than listening to your cries. This was it: his first victory. All he had to do was wear down your hope from escaping his tickles until—wait, what were you—
He was in for an absolute shocker as you managed to grab at his face out of nowhere, like if you threw a slice of cheese at his forehead all of a sudden. Taking advantage of his system resetting, you escaped from the gap away from the couch and under his body, shoving his body against the backing as you stole his position above you, a shadow cast along the length of your body and by extension, on to him.
Terrifying.
At the same time, it was really, really hard not to burst into a fit of laughter from all angles of the situation once the two of you managed to gather your bearings. The sight was the same whether looking through the eyes of you, Follo, or the random Cleaner who was probably passing through, as you managed to trap him by spreading your limbs like a web on the top of the couch and at the seating cushioned part.
His chest rose and fell with a deep gap in between as his golden gaze stared into yours. A few seconds pass, and a small chuckle escapes from his lips.
He wasn't sure how he thought the outcome would come out any differently this time.
