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customer service
⋆˚꩜｡ pizza delivery guy!martin x fem!reader .✦ ݁˖ in which the pizza is not the reason martin keeps showing up ⋆˚࿔ fluff! kissing! ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ enjoy!💗
every friday, the pizza place called ‘panic! at the pizzeria’ would call martin in when things got too busy.
he was delivering pizzas every friday.
including yours. especially yours.
he didn't actually work there. everybody knew that. the manager. the workers. even martin. what nobody ever knew, was that every friday, martin stayed a little longer than he was supposed to, while you just got a free pizza. nobody knew that even now, you were kissing him on your bed.
your parents loved that pizza place. they’d order a pizza every now and then just because. now that your parents were out for dinner, as usual, martin showed up with a pizza box tucked under one arm and that stupid pizzeria hat on his head.
"you look ridiculous” you told him.
"nice to see you too."
not even five minutes later, the pizza was forgotten downstairs.
you were upstairs in your bedroom, sitting so close to him on your bed while he looked far too pleased with himself. the kiss was soft.
one of his hands settled at your waist immediately, steadying you against him. the other slid up your back, warm through your shirt. he was so confident.
your fingers disappeared into his hair delicately.
which, unfortunately for him, completely ruined whatever effort he'd put into fixing it.
martin groaned against your lips.
"there goes my hair."
"you literally work at a pizza place."
"how do you think i get tips from divorced moms?”
you kissed him again before he could complain.
his hand tightened at your back, pulling you a little closer until there was barely any space left between you. your heart did an embarrassing little flip every time he looked at you like that. like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to tease you or kiss you.
usually both.
the room felt warm and quiet.
the kind of cozy that made it easy to lose track of time. which was why neither of you noticed the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. at least, not at first.
you pulled away suddenly.
martin groaned. “ugh, why did you-“
“shh!” you pressed a finger to his lips
“girl, c’mon, it was getting good-“ he said softly as he was pulling on your arm.
“shh, martin!” you whisper shouted.
“what- what are you doing?” he asked, confused.
“i think my parents are here.” you whispered, your heart racing fast.
martin chuckled and cradled your cheek with his thumb, soothing you. “baby, relax. there’s no one here-“
and that’s when the bedroom door swung open. you froze. martin froze. your mother stared. your father stared. then your mother blinked and pointed at him.
"honey...why is the pizza delivery guy inside your bedroom?"
martin still had one hand on your waist.
“uhh… customer service?” he said.
— ᨳଓ . a/n: heyyy guyss! i thought i should post this while working on chapter 4 of “still into you”🫶🏻
can yall tell that this was inspired by that one hamzah video where he was delivering pizzas in a music video😛 i am not the same after that
if not later, when?
“you’re so quiet” God forbid a girl thinks about the fanfic she read last night
