JMAN!!!

“You want me to do what?!” Follo whispers incredulously, staring into your eyes like you just asked him to commit a heinous crime. In his eyes you may as well have. That list of kinks you just gave him shook him just a little.

Pulling hair. Spanking. Breeding, ect..

Sure, they weren't too crazy, and he wasn't as innocent as he looks—but he was afraid of accidentally hurting you, or doing something wrong. On the other hand, his pants felt painfully tight just imagining it.

A smile plays on your lips and you tilt your head in a soft manner. “What? You heard what I said.” Your hand curved around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “C'mon pleaseeeee?”

He sighs softly and leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, hands coming up to carefully cradle your cheeks. “I can't say no to you.” His voice a gentle murmur against your lips. His gaze drops to your lips, the soft, gentle curve of them—it's nearly hypnotizing. “You're so pretty, honey.”

A light pink dusts over your cheeks, humming against his lips—you pull him closer, letting your lips meet in a soft kiss. Follo sighs against your lips and settles between your legs, his hands traveling down your cheeks and every dip and curve of your body. He grasps your hips, dragging you closer gently while deepening the kiss—pushing his tongue past your soft lips.

“I don't want you to hold back on me.” You murmur, the sound of your voice muffled against his lips as your hands leave his hair to trace down his spine. He pulls back from the kiss and groans slightly, still worried about hurting you despite the aching urge in his cock to give in to your every whim. “You're sure, baby?”

You nod, grabbing the back of his shirt and slowly bunching it up to try and take it off him. He sighs wearily and takes off his shirt revealing his bare chest and torso to you. His head dips back down to press a soft kiss to your cheek while his hands pressed under your shirt, lifting it up and revealing more and more of your soft skin. “You're so perfect.” He murmurs, pulling your shirt off over your head, tossing the fabric mindlessly to the side.

For a moment he just admires you, admiring every soft curve, the way your skin looks under the dim light. It's undeniably sensual—it makes him want to handle you like something fragile, despite your clear want and need for him to be rough. Follo was normally very polite, so imagining him being rough, especially with someone he cared about so much, felt nearly impossible even with his promise to be rough like you asked.

He groaned softly and tugged down at your shorts, watching the fabric slip down your skin, showing off the panties you were wearing. Fuck, his cock felt harder, straining against his pants—throbbing just to be inside you. He couldn't help but whimper a little, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. His hand slides down to your thigh, spreading your legs apart—fingers tracing along the hem of your panties.

You let out a small moan, glancing down at him, watching his fingers inch closer and closer—dragging over your clothed pussylips, tracing up your slit before circling your clit softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes dart up to your face, watching your expression carefully—seeing how your brows furrow in pleasure. He increases the pressure of his thumb slightly, pressing down on your clit more.

A breathy whimper leaves your lips, bucking your hips—trying to get more friction. “H-hey… I said, be rough, not tease me.” You whined, a small pout on your lips. Follo laughed quietly, smiling before taking his fingers off of you. “Okay, okay.” He relents, dragging off your panties with a small tug—watching your hips lift for him and your legs spreading open for him.

He chokes back a moan seeing your dripping pussy, his gaze tracing your slit, the way your wetness and arousal drips down slowly. Biting his lip to muffle any sounds he rubs down your thighs till he reaches your folds. Carefully he spreads them with his thumbs, watching the way your hole flutters around nothing.

“You're just so… beautiful.” He murmurs, like he just can't say it enough. It will never be enough, to him words can't describe how gorgeous you are to him, from head to toe and especially when your cunt is dripping for him. A finger begins to prod at your hole, slowly, slowly pushing in without warning. He groans at how tight and wet you feel around his digit.

His hands aren't huge, he's not as big as the others in general—standing at a slightly above average 5 foot 9. He wasn't huge, but bigger than you, and his fingers were big enough to stretch out your tight pussy. Each time his calloused but gentle fingers push inside your honeyed cunt it feels like the first time all over again, warm and perfect.

A moan leaves your lips, quiet yet whiny and high-pitched, hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his fingers as he adds a second digit. The pace picks up, his fingers curling meticulously to hit your g-spot—tearing another louder moan from your chest, the sound almost guttural.

Your back arched, grasping his shoulders while arousal dripped from your cunt down to his fingers. Each curl and thrust of his fingers splashed wetness across your thighs and his wrist—the sight was erotic.

The aching growing bulge beneath his pants twitched, straining hard against the thick fabric—he whimpers, rubbing his crotch against your inner thigh while plunging his fingers in and out of you.

His brows furrow, looking down at you with something that can only be explained as carnal desire—and so very amenable to your every demand and need. Something in him snaps, his eyes are filled with more than just that desire, it's a mix of things, love, infatuation…lust. His fingers slip out of your sloppy hole before moving to haphazardly take off his sweatpants and boxers.

His cock springs free, smacking against his lower abdomen, just below his belly button. His reddish tip leaking a clear gossamer.

Your lips part at the sight, trembling at how he's looking at you—looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.

Follo, often seen as polite, and even altruistic sometimes—but now, he's like a different person, not churlish, but almost debauched. It makes you quiver, but it also makes you wetter. It makes you want him more—and to actually go through with what you asked. Rough you up a bit, and fill you with his babies.

His free hand slipped under your neck, tangling in your hair, smashing his lips up against yours. His kiss was firm albeit gentle all at once, pulling you close to press his bare chest to yours—tongues tangling together sloppily.

While his kiss grows messier your arms wrap around his torso—nails scratching down his back, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the head against your clit.

He swallows your moans, groaning as he pulls away—gazing down at your face he smirks slightly. “Are you sure you want all this?” His head cocks to the side curiously, making sure that you really want what you asked for—if you'll really take what he dishes out.

“Yes.” You mewl, growing impatient. You just need him so badly—whining when his cock presses against your cunt.

A small laugh leaves his throat, reaching down to grab your waist and flip you over onto your stomach as he mumbles, “Okay, okay baby. Don't get angry at me.” His voice is a soft but a low drawl, the gravel in it from the lust obvious. He grabs your hips and lifts your ass into the air–pulling you onto your knees with your face against the pillows.

You look back at him, biting your lip to muffle an impatient whine—watching while he aligns his cock with your entrance, prodding at your tight hole before pushing in. His eyes practically roll back, watching your pussylips swallow up the tip of his throbbing cock. He groans, hips stuttering as he grabs your ass—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

“So fucking tight…”

His hips buck forward pushing deeper, and deeper till he bottoms out. You mewl at the sensation of being filled up by his cock, fingers curling into the sheets as your walls tighten around him. He slips one of his hands down to the back of your neck, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, making your arch on his cock.

The sting of his hand yanking your hair hurts, but it makes your pussy flutter around him. How much wetter that makes you becomes obvious to him, seeing how your arousal already begins to drip down to his balls. He pulls back before slamming back forward, setting a rough pace—one hand on your ass, squeezing and pulling you back on his dick while the other pulls on your soft strands of hair.

Your sweet, mellifluous sounds fill the room, egging him on to ram into you harder. You cry out, ecstasy filling your body as his cock reaches all your gooey, sensitive spots. Your fingers clenched further against the sheets. Yanking your hair back further, he pulled you up—pressing your back to his chest continuing his messy, unrhythmic thrusts.

“You feel so—hng!—fucking good!” He slurs, completely and utterly pussydrunk—addicted to the way your tight, spongy walls squeeze him dry. “Gonna cum so deep, f'you, baby.”

He grunts, landing a sharp slap on your ass, the sting and vibration elicits a cry from your lips—a debauched, needy cry. The way he ruts forward unceremoniously, like he can't fucking stop even if he wanted to.

“Yesyesyes, d-don't stop!” You sob, tears pricking in your eyes as the tip of his cock bullies deeper, hitting your cervix. You nearly choke on your moans, back arching against his front. “Please…please cum inside me.”

He whimpers at your pleas, his hips stuttering against your ass—feeling how good you flutter and clench around him. Your body fits perfectly against him, you're perfect for him. His hand on your ass reaches around to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he is. He can't help but imagine how you would look with your tummy round and full of his baby. It just made him want you more.

His hips pounded forward harder, gasps leave his lips as he presses sloppy wet kisses against the side of your neck below your ear. Tugging your head back further by your hair to bare your neck to him, his tongue swipes a long sloppy line from the junction of your shoulder to your ear.

Your walls spasm around him, a telltale sign you're oh-so close to that impeccable brink of ecstasy. He smirks, biting down on your neck, pounding his cock deep into your sloppy cunt. Your arousal coats his cock, the creaminess of your pussy drips down his balls—heavy as they slap against your clit.

“Cum on my cock, baby.” He whimpers against your ear, the sound enough to send you over the edge. You cry out, thighs trembling, cumming hard against his cock. Your walls spasm as your orgasm wracks through your body—squirting on his cock, dripping all over the mattress.

“Fuck yes, baby.” He moans, his cock throbbing inside you like he might cum right now, but he holds back as much as he can. Relishing in your cries and the way you clamp around him. “You're gonna milk me dry, pretty.”

Follo desperately tries to hold back his own release, but he can't—slamming forward, lecherously chasing his release. His moans and whimpers are lewd, dropping his hands to your hips—letting go of your hair. Your body gives out, laying against the mattress with your ass up in the air just for him.

Gripping your hips bruisingly hard, his hips pound against your ass one final time before cumming silky gossamer inside your hole. He pants heavily, grinding his hips against you, pushing his cum deeper. In hopes of reaching your womb.

He pulls out, watching his release drip from your puffy cunt. He immediately pushes it back in with his fingers.

You let out a fucked out whimper, looking back at him. His eyes soften immediately, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. The action is a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. Though, meant to be soothing and gentle. “Was that good for you, pretty girl?” He tilts his head curiously, albeit looking tired with soft half-lidded eyes. His fingers slowly pull out of you and rest on your thigh.

“Mhm.” You reach up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to lay with you.

“Let me clean you up first.” He stumbles up, letting go of you to grab a towel. Padding back over he settles beside you, turning you over onto your back and spreading your legs. He gently wipes up the mess between your legs before tossing the towel.

You pull him back to lay with you again, bringing him close. His arms wrap around your waist allowing your head to rest carefully on his chest. Turning on your side you take his hand and place it on your stomach. “Let's have a baby?” You tilt your head, mimicking his curious expression earlier.

Follo smiles softly at your cute expression, kissing your cheek and then your lips he nods.

“Yeah."

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I almost never see anything of Follo, oh em gee he's such a cutie. 🥹 He's too underrated

“You want me to do what?!” Follo whispers incredulously, staring into your eyes like you just asked him to commit a heinous crime. In his eyes you may as well have. That list of kinks you just gave him shook him just a little.

Pulling hair. Spanking. Breeding, ect..

Sure, they weren't too crazy, and he wasn't as innocent as he looks—but he was afraid of accidentally hurting you, or doing something wrong. On the other hand, his pants felt painfully tight just imagining it.

A smile plays on your lips and you tilt your head in a soft manner. “What? You heard what I said.” Your hand curved around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer. “C'mon pleaseeeee?”

He sighs softly and leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, hands coming up to carefully cradle your cheeks. “I can't say no to you.” His voice a gentle murmur against your lips. His gaze drops to your lips, the soft, gentle curve of them—it's nearly hypnotizing. “You're so pretty, honey.”

A light pink dusts over your cheeks, humming against his lips—you pull him closer, letting your lips meet in a soft kiss. Follo sighs against your lips and settles between your legs, his hands traveling down your cheeks and every dip and curve of your body. He grasps your hips, dragging you closer gently while deepening the kiss—pushing his tongue past your soft lips.

“I don't want you to hold back on me.” You murmur, the sound of your voice muffled against his lips as your hands leave his hair to trace down his spine. He pulls back from the kiss and groans slightly, still worried about hurting you despite the aching urge in his cock to give in to your every whim. “You're sure, baby?”

You nod, grabbing the back of his shirt and slowly bunching it up to try and take it off him. He sighs wearily and takes off his shirt revealing his bare chest and torso to you. His head dips back down to press a soft kiss to your cheek while his hands pressed under your shirt, lifting it up and revealing more and more of your soft skin. “You're so perfect.” He murmurs, pulling your shirt off over your head, tossing the fabric mindlessly to the side.

For a moment he just admires you, admiring every soft curve, the way your skin looks under the dim light. It's undeniably sensual—it makes him want to handle you like something fragile, despite your clear want and need for him to be rough. Follo was normally very polite, so imagining him being rough, especially with someone he cared about so much, felt nearly impossible even with his promise to be rough like you asked.

He groaned softly and tugged down at your shorts, watching the fabric slip down your skin, showing off the panties you were wearing. Fuck, his cock felt harder, straining against his pants—throbbing just to be inside you. He couldn't help but whimper a little, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. His hand slides down to your thigh, spreading your legs apart—fingers tracing along the hem of your panties.

You let out a small moan, glancing down at him, watching his fingers inch closer and closer—dragging over your clothed pussylips, tracing up your slit before circling your clit softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes dart up to your face, watching your expression carefully—seeing how your brows furrow in pleasure. He increases the pressure of his thumb slightly, pressing down on your clit more.

A breathy whimper leaves your lips, bucking your hips—trying to get more friction. “H-hey… I said, be rough, not tease me.” You whined, a small pout on your lips. Follo laughed quietly, smiling before taking his fingers off of you. “Okay, okay.” He relents, dragging off your panties with a small tug—watching your hips lift for him and your legs spreading open for him.

He chokes back a moan seeing your dripping pussy, his gaze tracing your slit, the way your wetness and arousal drips down slowly. Biting his lip to muffle any sounds he rubs down your thighs till he reaches your folds. Carefully he spreads them with his thumbs, watching the way your hole flutters around nothing.

“You're just so… beautiful.” He murmurs, like he just can't say it enough. It will never be enough, to him words can't describe how gorgeous you are to him, from head to toe and especially when your cunt is dripping for him. A finger begins to prod at your hole, slowly, slowly pushing in without warning. He groans at how tight and wet you feel around his digit.

His hands aren't huge, he's not as big as the others in general—standing at a slightly above average 5 foot 9. He wasn't huge, but bigger than you, and his fingers were big enough to stretch out your tight pussy. Each time his calloused but gentle fingers push inside your honeyed cunt it feels like the first time all over again, warm and perfect.

A moan leaves your lips, quiet yet whiny and high-pitched, hips bucking to meet the thrusts of his fingers as he adds a second digit. The pace picks up, his fingers curling meticulously to hit your g-spot—tearing another louder moan from your chest, the sound almost guttural.

Your back arched, grasping his shoulders while arousal dripped from your cunt down to his fingers. Each curl and thrust of his fingers splashed wetness across your thighs and his wrist—the sight was erotic.

The aching growing bulge beneath his pants twitched, straining hard against the thick fabric—he whimpers, rubbing his crotch against your inner thigh while plunging his fingers in and out of you.

His brows furrow, looking down at you with something that can only be explained as carnal desire—and so very amenable to your every demand and need. Something in him snaps, his eyes are filled with more than just that desire, it's a mix of things, love, infatuation…lust. His fingers slip out of your sloppy hole before moving to haphazardly take off his sweatpants and boxers.

His cock springs free, smacking against his lower abdomen, just below his belly button. His reddish tip leaking a clear gossamer.

Your lips part at the sight, trembling at how he's looking at you—looking at you like he wants to eat you alive.

Follo, often seen as polite, and even altruistic sometimes—but now, he's like a different person, not churlish, but almost debauched. It makes you quiver, but it also makes you wetter. It makes you want him more—and to actually go through with what you asked. Rough you up a bit, and fill you with his babies.

His free hand slipped under your neck, tangling in your hair, smashing his lips up against yours. His kiss was firm albeit gentle all at once, pulling you close to press his bare chest to yours—tongues tangling together sloppily.

While his kiss grows messier your arms wrap around his torso—nails scratching down his back, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock, rubbing the head against your clit.

He swallows your moans, groaning as he pulls away—gazing down at your face he smirks slightly. “Are you sure you want all this?” His head cocks to the side curiously, making sure that you really want what you asked for—if you'll really take what he dishes out.

“Yes.” You mewl, growing impatient. You just need him so badly—whining when his cock presses against your cunt.

A small laugh leaves his throat, reaching down to grab your waist and flip you over onto your stomach as he mumbles, “Okay, okay baby. Don't get angry at me.” His voice is a soft but a low drawl, the gravel in it from the lust obvious. He grabs your hips and lifts your ass into the air–pulling you onto your knees with your face against the pillows.

You look back at him, biting your lip to muffle an impatient whine—watching while he aligns his cock with your entrance, prodding at your tight hole before pushing in. His eyes practically roll back, watching your pussylips swallow up the tip of his throbbing cock. He groans, hips stuttering as he grabs your ass—fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

“So fucking tight…”

His hips buck forward pushing deeper, and deeper till he bottoms out. You mewl at the sensation of being filled up by his cock, fingers curling into the sheets as your walls tighten around him. He slips one of his hands down to the back of your neck, grasping a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back, making your arch on his cock.

The sting of his hand yanking your hair hurts, but it makes your pussy flutter around him. How much wetter that makes you becomes obvious to him, seeing how your arousal already begins to drip down to his balls. He pulls back before slamming back forward, setting a rough pace—one hand on your ass, squeezing and pulling you back on his dick while the other pulls on your soft strands of hair.

Your sweet, mellifluous sounds fill the room, egging him on to ram into you harder. You cry out, ecstasy filling your body as his cock reaches all your gooey, sensitive spots. Your fingers clenched further against the sheets. Yanking your hair back further, he pulled you up—pressing your back to his chest continuing his messy, unrhythmic thrusts.

“You feel so—hng!—fucking good!” He slurs, completely and utterly pussydrunk—addicted to the way your tight, spongy walls squeeze him dry. “Gonna cum so deep, f'you, baby.”

He grunts, landing a sharp slap on your ass, the sting and vibration elicits a cry from your lips—a debauched, needy cry. The way he ruts forward unceremoniously, like he can't fucking stop even if he wanted to.

“Yesyesyes, d-don't stop!” You sob, tears pricking in your eyes as the tip of his cock bullies deeper, hitting your cervix. You nearly choke on your moans, back arching against his front. “Please…please cum inside me.”

He whimpers at your pleas, his hips stuttering against your ass—feeling how good you flutter and clench around him. Your body fits perfectly against him, you're perfect for him. His hand on your ass reaches around to press against your stomach, making you feel just how deep he is. He can't help but imagine how you would look with your tummy round and full of his baby. It just made him want you more.

His hips pounded forward harder, gasps leave his lips as he presses sloppy wet kisses against the side of your neck below your ear. Tugging your head back further by your hair to bare your neck to him, his tongue swipes a long sloppy line from the junction of your shoulder to your ear.

Your walls spasm around him, a telltale sign you're oh-so close to that impeccable brink of ecstasy. He smirks, biting down on your neck, pounding his cock deep into your sloppy cunt. Your arousal coats his cock, the creaminess of your pussy drips down his balls—heavy as they slap against your clit.

“Cum on my cock, baby.” He whimpers against your ear, the sound enough to send you over the edge. You cry out, thighs trembling, cumming hard against his cock. Your walls spasm as your orgasm wracks through your body—squirting on his cock, dripping all over the mattress.

“Fuck yes, baby.” He moans, his cock throbbing inside you like he might cum right now, but he holds back as much as he can. Relishing in your cries and the way you clamp around him. “You're gonna milk me dry, pretty.”

Follo desperately tries to hold back his own release, but he can't—slamming forward, lecherously chasing his release. His moans and whimpers are lewd, dropping his hands to your hips—letting go of your hair. Your body gives out, laying against the mattress with your ass up in the air just for him.

Gripping your hips bruisingly hard, his hips pound against your ass one final time before cumming silky gossamer inside your hole. He pants heavily, grinding his hips against you, pushing his cum deeper. In hopes of reaching your womb.

He pulls out, watching his release drip from your puffy cunt. He immediately pushes it back in with his fingers.

You let out a fucked out whimper, looking back at him. His eyes soften immediately, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly. The action is a stark contrast to his earlier roughness. Though, meant to be soothing and gentle. “Was that good for you, pretty girl?” He tilts his head curiously, albeit looking tired with soft half-lidded eyes. His fingers slowly pull out of you and rest on your thigh.

“Mhm.” You reach up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to lay with you.

“Let me clean you up first.” He stumbles up, letting go of you to grab a towel. Padding back over he settles beside you, turning you over onto your back and spreading your legs. He gently wipes up the mess between your legs before tossing the towel.

You pull him back to lay with you again, bringing him close. His arms wrap around your waist allowing your head to rest carefully on his chest. Turning on your side you take his hand and place it on your stomach. “Let's have a baby?” You tilt your head, mimicking his curious expression earlier.

Follo smiles softly at your cute expression, kissing your cheek and then your lips he nods.

“Yeah."

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I almost never see anything of Follo, oh em gee he's such a cutie. 🥹 He's too underrated