꒰ঌ ໒꒱

— thank you kitten.. i wasn’t expecting it to do so well but i’m glad ppl enjoyed it !!

gn!reader, extremely hot summer at cleaner hq, they’re both awkwardly crushing on each other so mutual feelings, fluff i think, poor attempts at flirting, love confession, and super short drabble..

follo slumped back, a wet towel resting on the upper half of his face in an attempt to cool him down.

bullets of sweat cascaded down your forehead, chapped lips parted and heaving out exhausted breaths. swiping the back of your arm across your forehead you exaggerated a well warranted groan before dropping your limb back to your side.

you spared him a glance, your eyes slowly taking in every detail of his features before closing them. if you didn’t you’d probably spend the little, heat exhausted time you had left looking at him.

though.. it didn’t particularly sound horrible.

currently all of the cleaner hq ac’s were out. with the continuous waves of scorching heat literally hot enough to melt a person, the timing couldn’t possibly be worse.

sure, corvus was already working on fixing everything but every possible rational and logical way of thinking is unfortunately thrown out the window when you’re on the brink of a heat stroke.

“i would kill for something cold to eat..” you mumble out breathlessly, leaning further into the couch.

“oh, that reminds me..” he shot up, his towel falling onto his lap before being discarded as he made his way towards the mini fridge across the room.

you heard it open and close before he swiftly made his way back to you, a cold treat in hand that you swore ran out yesterday!

“just incase you wanted it.”

you always did, and he always tried to remember.

he handed it to you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as you took it. you stared at it in awe, unwrapping it with a comedic amount of care.

follo may not have been the most articulate with words or the rich enough to buy you what he thought you deserved, but his actions were nothing if not attentive.

he pays attention to you with a yearn for understanding and respect— he tries his hardest to let you know that he cares deeply for you.

“i never noticed how long your eyelashes are. it’s cute.” you note, smiling up at him a bit nervously.

his body freezes, the tip of his ears growing red as you enjoyed the cold treat he saved for you, completely oblivious to the effect your words had on him.

follo slowly regained his composure, returning to his spot next to you quite robotically. his hand covered the bottom half of his face, eyes shut as he tried his hardest to convince himself that you didn’t truly mean what you said.

suddenly, a soft— but noticeable— breeze of air flowed towards him. he blinked before looking towards the direction it was coming from.

you were fanning him off with a poorly made paper fam. tufts and thin strands of his hair flying up as you continued. he stared with confusion, but didn’t move or stop you.

“i don’t wanna be the only one cooling off!” you grin, fan in one hand, and your treat in the other.

“you don’t have to do that.” follo glanced at you, melting into his spot as cool whispers of wind danced across his skin. it wasn’t nearly enough to cool him down but the thought and consideration of your actions was enough.

“it’s alright, i want to.” you smiled, waving his concern off. he couldn’t deny that it felt nice, so he nodded and smiled contently before closing his eyes.

a few minutes passed by with the two of you sitting in silence until your wrist eventually began to cramp up, making you check on follo before slowly halting.

you watched as his chest fell and rose with each breath he took before slowly trailing up to his face. his eyelids were shut, soft lips parted ever so slightly.

from the arch of his eyebrows to the curve of his jawline, there was nothing in the world that could even compete with his beauty.

“..i love you.” you whisper out, expecting your words to never have reached his ears. your voice was soft— purposeful. you’d never say something you didn’t mean.

especially not when it involved follo.

his chest paused, and for a moment you swore you felt your heart sink to your ass. was he.. actually asleep?? did you just semi-accidentally confess??

follo’s eyes slowly opened and quickly found yours as the room filled with a thick, embarrassing silence. his face was deeply flushed and a small part of you didn’t mind being caught if it meant seeing a cute reaction like that on him.

it was safe to say that follo was in fact, NOT asleep.

. ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ 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.

c.w. camboy follo, reader is camgirl, sub follo at some point, oral (f), follo like going down on you, slight hairpulling, vaginal sex

camboy follo! who tries to act super confident on camera. all dirty talk and groans when the cameras watching, saying things like "you'd like that wouldn't you" to all his loyal fans as he languidly strokes his cock, but behind when the camera's off he's all pathetic with his whines and moans as he sloppily strokes his cock to one of your videos.

camboy follo! who's choking on his breath when you send a direct message his way, asking if he'd wanna collab. he practically drooling at the message as it sits in his inbox, dick aching against his pants. how could he say no to you?

camboy follo! who gets super shy when the two of you first meet, quietly muttering on about how big of a fan he is as the tips of his ears redden and his eyes stray elsewhere. when you ask him if he'd like to do "a little test run" before you film the real thing, he's struggling to get a word out and merely opts for a desperate nod.

camboy follo! who's nothing like he is in a livestream; needily grasping onto your thighs as he buries his face in your moist center, a sloppy mix of drool and your essence drips from his jaw as his nose nudges at your sensitive bud, with every soggy slurp he took a shuddery moan would vibrate core. he ravaged you like a man starved—and maybe he was with the way he'd suck on your clit before licking a slimy trail along your petal-soft folds, his hips staggering as he humped the mattress beneath him.

camboy follo! who you practically have to tear off of you with ragged breaths. his golden orbs are now a hazy husk of what they once were, almost like a zombie as he begs for more, nearing the point of sobs. “please, jus’ a lil more.”