Somebody's Getting Laid Tonight - Phil Manansala and Tino Arteaga
Hey I was wondering if I can have one with Phil Manansala from Om&m where Tino is y/n’s best friend and he sets y/n up on a blind date with Phil, please and thank you!!
yay I love omam imagines for some reason cx hope you like it c: Again though not really a certain storyline but yeah I’ll live
"Y/N, you really need to go on a date." My roommate and bestfriend, Tino, says to me as he walks into our living room. Deliberately, I sigh our loud and ignore him. "C’mon, you haven’t been on one in ages, and I mean ag-" He begins to nag, so I interrupt him. "Thank you, Tino." I roll my eyes at him. "How about I set you up with somebody?" He offers, slumping down on the sofa next to me. "I don’t need your help to get me a date.” I mutter, even though really… I’m not exactly a girl to be picking up one hundred guys a week. He just looks at me, with a stunned ‘yeah right' expression on his face. “I don't.” I assure him, patting my thighs thinking of how to change the subject. He continues to stare at me sarcastically. “Fine, fine. Maybe I do. Just quit looking at me like that.” I say, holding my hand up to face. “Are you willing for me to set you up with somebody?” He asks, laughing to himself. “Yeah then, sure.” I answer, he'll probably forget about it soon enough anyway.
It’s 3pm in the afternoon, and I’m wandering around mine and Tino’s flat, tidying up. You wouldn’t believe how messy he was, there’s about five beer bottles in every room he sits in for ten minutes. I grab three in one hand, then make my way to the kitchen to put them in the bin. “Guess who got you a date.” His booming voice appears out of nowhere, scaring the utter shit out of me. “What?” I yelp, fearing my life. The three bottles jolt out of my hand and smash into the floor. “Now look what you made me do.” I mumble, tiptoeing through the shattered glass to the cupboard. Taking out a dustpan and brush, I kneel on the floor and begin to sweep as Tino looks at me amusedly. I roll my eyes at him and scoop up the shattered beer bottles.
“Not my fault you’re clumsy.” He sniggers, as he always does when I get agitated at him. “I am not clumsy.” I say in defence, frowning at him. “Mhm, sure.” He walks to the fridge, pulling out a beer. “And about the date tonight, it’s at-” Before he can go any further, I interrupt him. “I am not going on a date tonight.” I mumble as I walk over to the sofa. “Oh yes you are.” Tino says, following me. “And why would I want to?” I reply, taking a seat. “Because, this guy has booked you reservations at that place up the street, he’s paying for your dinner. He’s fairly tall, tattoos, his hair is long and dark, tanned skin, dark brown eyes…” He said it purposely in a seductive tone, trying to make me want to go on a date with this guy. Needless to say, it did work. “Mhm, tell me more?” I ask playfully, suddenly wanting to know more about this guy. “Well he’s genuinely just a nice bloke, known him for a few years. His name is Phil.” Tino says to me. “And can I see a picture of this, Phil?” I ask, tilting my head. “Eh, nah.” Tino declines, making me let out a sigh. “Why not?” I squint my eyes at him. “Because it’s a surprise.” He says, making a ‘duh' face at me. “But you already told me so-” I try to say, but he cuts in. “Nope, I don't care. You'll have to find out if you go out tonight with him. Will you?” He asks, raising his eyebrows. “Fine.” I mumble. “You win this round, but I will kick your ass someday. Mark my words.” I say jokingly. He rolls his eyes then begins to laugh. “So tonight, he will pick you up at half six, dress smart by the way, apparently it's a pretty fancy place. You'll drive off to this place, come home, you need to get laid. Then my work here is done.” He says, chuckling to himself. I give him the most unsatisfied look before walking off to my bedroom.
Later on, I’m in the bathroom getting ready for my date with Phil. I put on a thin layer of foundation in addition to some powder to smoothen out my skin. I wear some red lipstick, to bring out the colour in them and obviously, I’m kissable. I pout at my reflection, testing if it looks alright. I then study my eye makeup: eye pencil is okay, eye shadow looks fine, lashes are long and I have a distinctive wing with the liquid eyeliner. I flick my hair, analyzing the black curls. I smile to myself; Tino's right, it's been a while since I've been on a date and have made myself up for one.
I trot to my bedroom, finding the outfit I picked out earlier. A black dress is displayed on my bed. I bought it a while ago, but I've never worn it. Shuffling into it, I look in my full length mirror. It ends just above my knees. Approvingly, I kick on my ankle boots, just to make me that little bit taller.
Hearing the doorbell ring, I hop up with excitement. Tino waddles into my bedroom. "Y/N, Phil is he- wow." He says, looking me up and down. I'd like to say that this is the first time Tino has ever 'wow'ed at me, considering he always sees me looking like a mess. "You just look... Wow." He repeats himself, I smile. "Okay, where's the real Y/N? What have you done with her?" He asks jokingly. "Y/N? Y/N! Where are you? Who is this impostor?" He calls out. "Don't be such a bellend." I giggle, slapping his arm. "Definitely you." He chuckles.
I open the door. "Wow." Me and Phil both say at the same time. Standing before me is Phil, he looks exactly what Tino said he did. His skin is tanned, not too tanned, but just the right shade. His hair just passes his shoulders, and it's a luscious chocolate-like brown. His eyes are mesmerizing, stunning. But drawing my attention away was his sleeve of tattoos which was shown off by the band tee he was wearing. I then look down to his jet black tight jeans, which fitted him perfectly. Which makes me think: he's not exactly dressed formally to go out, is he?
"You look beautiful." He says, his voice is low and seductive, making me melt. I shy away; it's the first time in months that I've been complimented by a guy, I'm lucky to be called pretty once a year when living with Tino. "Oh, I feel terrible." He suddenly says, making me raise my eyebrows at him. "The dinner reservations, they messed up, and I, just ugh. I feel horrible. I mean, I did text Tino like fifthteen minutes ago to tell you, but..." He stammers, running his hand through his hair. I frown, then my glance sets upon Tino.
Stepping backwards into our apartment, he puts his hands up for surrender. "Y/N, I didn't mean to. I forgot. You were in the bathroom, I was gonna tell you. But I forgot, don't kill me, please." He says speedily. "One second." I smile at Phil before sliding out of my shoes. "Y/N, don't..." Tino says wearily. Regardless, I run at him and jump on his back. I lock my arms around his neck, screwing my thighs around his back. "Y/N, get off of me!" He shouts. Ignoring him, I begin to tickle around his ribs. "Y/N, oh for the love of god. Don't!" He yells, bursting into laughter. "Say you're sorry!" I say, continuing to tickle him. "I will, never say sorry to you." He answers, trying to reach for me and grab me off of him. "You will never win!" He yells, jumping to get me off his back. But I cling on for life, giggling as I do so."Shame then, isn't it?" I laugh, starting to tickle his chin. "For crying out loud, I am sorry!" He shouts to me. "Apology accepted." I giggle, hopping off his back and back to the solid floor. I shake my head a little, trying to regain balance. We're both laughing as Phil gives us a very strange look from the door.
"C'mon come in." I greet him, allowing him to walk in. Now that I don't have any shoes on, he seems a lot taller. "Nice to meet you, I'm Phil. " He introduces himself, giving me a sweet peck on the cheek. "I'm Y/N." I blush, his kiss leaves me tingling. "You can just kick your shoes off and walk in, we don't really care. Do we, Tino?" I ask him, he just shakes his head. I lead him to the sofa, where he takes seat next to Tino. "Be one second." I say, darting to the bathroom. I can't be bothered to keep my face plastered anymore, so I decide to wipe off the majority of my make up except some eyeliner and mascara. I return and take a seat in between Tino and Phil. "Nice place you got here." Phil says, acknowledging our flat. "It would be nice if I didn't have to live with an oaf." I giggle, relating to Tino. "I am here you know." He says, shoving my elbow. "And?" I ask, nudging him back. He rolls his eyes but grabs the telephone. "How about we order some pizza?" He says, I look at Phil, who nods his head. "Sure." I bob my head up and down.
An hour later and we've all finished eating our slices of pizza. It's about half seven, so I decide that me and Phil should have some alone time. "Wanna come to my room?" I offer, patting Phil's thigh getting his attention. "I have a TV and stuff in there, we could watch a film." I smile at him. "Of course." He answers, giving me a grin back. I take his hand and pull him up, walking into the direction of my bedroom. Tino wolf whistles, so I pick up a plastic cup and throw it at him, earning a nice old "Ow!"
Switching the lights on, I walk up to my TV and switch it on. I flick my head to the bed, gesturing for Phil to sit on it. "I'm sorry for Tino." I say to him as I take a space next to him on my bed. "No, I'm sorry for mucking up the reservations for tonight." He apologizes. "No need to worry, doesn't really fuss me." I assure him. "But look at you, you're all dressed up to go out and I just messed it all up." He sighs, rolling his eyes to himself. "C'mon, I don't care." I say, stroking over his leg lightly. "Really?" He asks, I shake my head. "But you really do look beautiful, it's almost breathtaking." He murmurs, admittedly, I already have a soft spot for him; he's really sweet. "Almost?" I ask jokingly, making him laugh a little. "Okay, you are breathtaking." He says, brushing his hands on my cheek. I flush red. "You are a shy one, aren't you?" He chuckles softly and I nod my head. "I can be if I'm not comfortable with somebody." I shrug. "And how could we make this comfortable?" He asks, leaning on his elbow. "I don't know... Comfy stuff." I giggle clueless. "What about... low lighting, laying down and cuddling?" He suggests slyly. In my mind I think he's crazy, but I agree to it anyway.
He leans over my bedside table and switches on a lamp before jumping out and switching the main light off. It sets off a cool and relaxing atmosphere. "Mind if I?" He says, tugging at his shirt. Hell no I don't. "Nah." I smile as I watch him hoist his shirt over his head. I stare at his chest. I wouldn't say he was overly muscly, but it was certainly toned. His tan only seemed to make him appear even more attractive.
Casually, he slides back into my bed, closer to me this time. "Now, where were we?" He asks, leaning on his elbow again, smiling irresistibly. "Just, talking." I almost stutter. "Mhm." He hums. "I like your tattoos," I compliment him, brushing my hand over his left arm, feeling up his sleeve. I feel him tense at my touch, but he grins. "Why thank you." He tilts his head as he looks down at me admirably. "You really are gorgeous." He says, beginning to stroke my cheek softly again. "You think?" I ask him, dropping eye contact and following the path of my hand. My hand begins to trail carefully to his shoulder, then down his chest. "Yes I do." He murmurs, becoming closer to my face. "That's good.." I say in barely a whisper, his lips about one inch away from mine. "Mhm." He hums again, his hand creeping round to my back. I look up into his eyes and I see them sparkling, filled with adoration. Subtly, he unzips the back of my dress and begins to slide it down my body.
He pauses at my waist, and rubs his hands over my ribs. My fingers trail down his jawline before I join his lips to mine. Immediately, one of my hands snake around his neck whilst the other continues to venture over his chest. His lips were so soft and gentle, carefully binding our lips together. He brushes his skin against mine gracefully, allowing my body to glide smoothly across his. I felt completely lost in the moment, so lost that I didn't notice Tino sneak into my room and...
"Somebody's getting laid tonight!" He toots loudly, causing me and Phil to jump out of our skin. "Yes, and it is not you, now get out!" I yell, trying not to smile as Phil chuckles. "Y/N and Phil, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G" He begins to sing. "Tino I hate you so much it is unreal." I mumble, pulling my duvet under my head.
