IM PAST MY FLOYD FAZE BUT I DONT WANT THESE WORDS TO GO TO WASTE! For people here with troll fetish uh..... ENJOY!
You walk past the studio room and look into the window to see floyd passionately playing a hard rock song and banging his head up and down, his eyes closed and teeth gritted together in pure concentration. You stand her admiring him, wishing that he was fingering you on the studio closet.
You accidentally catch his eyes and he winked at me. HE RECOGNISED ME? Oh no this is bad though, he caught me watching him. OH SHIT HES COMING HES COMING. He drops his sticks and walks over to the door and opens it.
"Hey y/n, what are you doing here so late at night?" floyd questions. "Oh! I was just uhhh- uhmmm, i left my jacket here and i came to get it." I try to lie.
"At this time at night? Must be one special jacket." Floyd jokes.
"Well i- uhh best be going now, bye!" I nervously say as i turn around to find the nearest exit.
"N- no, wait." Floyd stammers and holds a hand out and grips your arm. Once you turn around you can feel his grip loosen. The feeling of his hands commanding me around, awakes something in me. "you mind staying to help me practise? You see i have to make a new beat for brozones new song, but i cant seem to figure out what it should sound like, maybe you could help? Besides, i like your company." floyd persists.
Chapter 2 Cumming soon ;)
Gotta make the final adjustments.
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Floyd X Reader (HARDCORE SMUT)
FanfictionFloyd fucks you whilst playing the drums. I wrote this months ago but forgot to post it. I am glad to say I am no longer THIS crazy for a 2 inch tall troll. He's still hot though. I'm sorry to all my friends. I don't know why I'm like this either...
