Katsu Tero

My freshman is better than your freshman!

my most important octa beings ♡

azul? who is azul? x''D

This is highly inspired by tiktoks I keep seeing of Enjin and Dear. I love Dear's energy and I feel like Bunny would definitely be wrapped around his finger.

Acting all cute in front of her and then being a menace to her boys when she's not looking. The idea cracks me up.

Also! Finally something that isn't a porn story lol,

Am I branching out? Probably not, I still love wetting dicks but every so often I get other ideas to write.

Follo trudged back to HQ after another long shift, shoulders aching, golden eyes already half-lidded with exhaustion and the familiar, comforting need that always pulled him straight to you. The thought of curling into your lap, face buried between your soft tits while you stroked his hair and called him a good boy, was the only thing that had kept him going through the last trash beast cleanup. 

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… “ :(

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.

follo tunito x gn!reader

word count : approx. 1.5k

summary : follo is infatuated with you. he has a lot of trouble hiding it, though…

warnings / tags : smut, dom(reader)/sub(follo), masturbation, pillow humping, thigh riding, finger sucking, grinding

writer’s note : oohehehe yes i love him

MDNI, suggestive/no smut, short fic , no proofreading

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!)

. ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 .ᐟ ꒱

𝜗ৎ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺; dildo use, basically bratty! reader(?), sorta mean! follo, praise kink, pet names, wc - 1.1k — masterlist ୨୧

follo was nothing but a sweet boyfriend.

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.

᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ cw: Suggestive!!!

᭝ 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.

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)

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.”