Follo Tunito is obsessed with kissing you… and absurdly afraid of being caught.
His hands wrap around your waist with a familiarity he no longer tries to hide, while his thumbs trace soft circles over the fabric covering your skin. He adores the way your lips move against his, warm, certain, as if nothing else in the world exists but that moment. He adores the way you hold his face in your hands, the way your fingers trace along his cheeks with a tenderness that completely unravels him.
If it were up to him, time would stay right there, suspended.
But it doesn’t.
“Follo! Tomme says he needs you to finish today’s report–oh…” Gris’s voice falls over him like a bucket of cold water.
The man freezes when he sees you, and Follo pulls away from you immediately, as if he had just been caught doing something illegal in the middle of the street.
“I… we were… uhm…” he stammers, feeling the heat rise all the way to his ears, completely unable to form a single coherent sentence.
Gris lets out a low, amused laugh, gives you a thumbs-up before mercilessly ruffling Follo’s hair.
“Sorry for interrupting. But Tomme needs you as soon as possible.” Without adding anything else, he turns around and walks away with an irritating calmness.
The silence he leaves behind is heavy.
Follo doesn’t turn right away. He just stands there, stiff, staring at some nonexistent point, as if he’s still processing what just happened. Then, slowly, he brings a hand to the back of his neck and sighs.
“I’m going to kill him…” he mutters, though there’s no real intent in his words.
When he finally looks at you, his cheeks are still flushed red.
“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen” he says, half embarrassed, half frustrated, but he doesn’t pull away.
Instead, he leans in a little closer and wraps his arms around you again; you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and you can clearly see how red his face is.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I have to go now” he says with a hint of hesitation, his face slowly moving closer to yours, never breaking eye contact.
And this time, when his lips brush against yours again, it’s briefer, softer… but also more deliberate.
“I’ll see you later” he whispers against your mouth, as if it were a secret.
He pulls away with effort, stepping back once, then twice, as if every inch costs him, and even so, before leaving, he can’t help but look at you one more time.
having a mental breakdown rn cuz the girl that requested this BLOCKED me and i dunno how i can show ts to her cuz i really wanted to see her reaction :'(
FIRST EVER TUMBLR POST EVEN IF I HAD THIS APP FOR A WHILE WOAW PLS CLAP
Just here to share art of my two babies... the girl is my gachiakuta OC Adret and I wanna make this account a dedication to these two lovelies (or just Follo stuff in general) I also post on tiktok, my name is FolloLover647 heh.... take this as my intro post if you will...