#follo tunito smut

[kingkatsuki]

Only Kitten and I like this man so no one will read it but just in case spoilers for Gachi 105.

@katsukikitten has me thinking about Follo hurting his hands after this weeks chapter🥺

Pairing: Follo Tunito x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, fluff.

Word Count: 0.9k.

When follow returns from their visit to the Information Broker it’s the first time for a while that he’s felt useful.

You don’t even notice at first when you wrap him into a fierce hug, his hand clenching and unclenching behind you as he presses it against the small of your back to hold you against him. You can’t see his face contort in pain from the position as you bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent which is now a mixture of him and Rudo as you pull back to get a proper look at him. Noticing the change in shirt first as he grins at the confused look you give him when he comes back to base still wearing Rudo’s clothes, shrugging it off as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll tell you about it later.”

He tips his head for you to go with him, not wanting a moment without you since his last excursion. So you follow him through the building and sit yourself on the bathroom counter as he begins to peel Rudo’s clothes off, letting them drop to the floor as he comments on washing them before returning them— not that Rudo would even notice, you reckon.

But you can tell his hand is hurting as he keeps clenching and unclenching it, wincing in pain as he tries to adjust his grip as he turns the shower on. You notice it more when he steps behind the curtain, leaving it partitioned so you can still see each other as he lets the soothing stream of warm water splash against his neck. It’s the muted “fuck” that sounds beneath his breath when he reaches for the shampoo that has you finally pressing him further and he tells you what happened.

And it doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen you naked before his cheeks still flush scarlet the moment you start pulling your own clothes off to step behind him beneath the stream of the barely working faucet. Reaching past him to grab the bottle of shampoo as you begin to later his hair beneath your fingers, scratching your nails against his scalp as he leans into your touch. Groaning softly as you work all the dirt and grime from the Abyss out and down the drain.

You’re meticulous in your movements as you venture lower, grabbing his body wash as you massage his tired muscles gently. Working out all the kinks as Follo’s eyes flutter shut, drawing out a groan from deep in his throat that sends shockwaves directly to your clit as you try to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate the tension.

Deliberately pulling him into a sensual kiss as your lips move languidly in tandem, tilting your head to the side to deepen it as you swallow his soft moans on your tongue. His lips feel chapped against your softer ones as you glide your tongue against the surface before delving deeper, dipping past his lips as you stroke it against his. Your hands smooth along his bare chest as you follow the path of his sternum, his heart racing beneath its cage as you map out the undefined muscles of his belly. Feeling his cock harden against your hip as he instinctively moves to pull you closer, pawing at your hips before he’s reminded of the throbbing pain that shoots through his veins at the movement as he breaks the kiss with a sharp hiss through clenched teeth.

It’s then that you focus on his hands. Already feeling the heat radiating from them after his encounter with the watchman’s gloves, letting your fingers stroke against the worn callouses on his fingers from the times he’s tried to prove himself as a Cleaner without a vital instrument. Working that much harder than his comrades to try and show them that he’s worthy to stand with them, as though that would ever be in question.

You lift his palms up to kiss them, feeling his fingers flex as he moves to cup your cheek. Cradling your face in his hand as you reach down to give the other hand the same attention, drawing out more pretty sounds from his parted lips as he leans forward to press his forehead against yours.

“I didn’t think we were gonna make it.” His voice is gruff, harsher than usual as his throat feels hoarse. He tries to clear the tickle before speaking again, “There was a huge trash beast, it got Riyou. I thought—”

You know exactly what he thought — That he wouldn’t make it back to you.

He tells you everything. From the information broker, to the stupid race, to the trash beast that was guarding the last will and testament of Canis Surebrec. How lucky he was to be alive, because the pain in his hands was nothing compared to never seeing you again.

“So you saved everyone,” You smile, continuing to stroke his sore palm as he shakes his head slightly.

“Nah,” He mutters gruffly, “I couldn’t have done anything without them— and we don’t even know if Riyou is gonna be okay—“

“Follo, she’ll be fine. She always is—” You pull back so that your eyes meet his, reaching up to cup his cheek as you cradle it gently, “And they couldn’t have done it without you.”