#folloxreader

“Just what are you doing?” You chuckle, taking in the sight before you. You’d never thought you’d see your boyfriend wear a skirt, but here you are.

“Do you not like it? I’m sorry..” Follo sighs, feeling humiliated and embarrassed. He shrinks into himself and you can already imagine him curling up in a little hole.

“No baby, I love it,” You interject, not allowing him to get down on himself. He slightly raises his head, a little smile quaking at the edges of his lip. “But what inspired this?” You curiously inquire.

“Oh—um.” Follo scratches at his cheek, seemingly not wanting to reveal the truth. You tilt your head at him, raising a brow. He folds quickly while letting out an unsure sigh. “I overheard you talking about liking..

feminine guys.” Follo shyly admits, you cover your mouth but you're not able to stop yourself from laughing aloud.

That’s not what you meant by feminine men! He’d probably thought the post was talking about femboys when it was really talking about sweet guys like him. But wasn’t this a win, who are you to complain about such a blessing?

Besides, it’s a dream to bond with your boyfriend over something like this!

“Oh Follo! You’re so cute,” you gush, hopping up onto your feet to pull him into a hug. You plant a big fat messy kiss on his cheek and Follo smiles happily, a relieved expression overcoming him. “You know what would make me really happy?” You whisper in his ear suggestively.

“W—what?” Follo eagerly, eyeing you carefully. Your hands trail down his back and you playfully wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“If you let me do your makeup, it’ll really add to your whole look. Ooo and also put you in a big poofy dress,” you rant, excitedly chattering. “I have this dress I got in my Lolita phase, it’s a bit odd fitting on me but it’ll look great on you!” You cheer, basically hopping on your heels.

Follo deflates, the excitement gone but a new feeling of anticipation arising.

“Anything you want.” Follo shyly agrees, hiding his eagerness behind hesitant glances and coy smiles.

“Ah, Follo! You’re the best!” You squish his cheeks in his hands, moving his face around between your palms, cooing adoringly at the way the fat of his face feels. “I think a summery tone will suit you—“

Follo listens to you rant about all the things you want to try with him with a fond look in your eyes. He’s glad he tried this, you seem really happy with it. Not only that but he thinks he sort of likes it as well.

He wonders, do you find him pretty?