♯ Gn!Reader x sleeper build!follo .⌇𖦹 ׂ
᭝ 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.
a/n: erm sorry this is short and a little clunky but some dumbass at my school decided to make finals week the same week i get out for summer??? so im kind of stressed and tired out. Reqs will be up soon tho!!
