[S] Pico X Male!Reader

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//Welcome to the first fic of this book! I have written a lot of headcanons and wanted to take a break. This isn't a requested fic, I just felt like writing something. One thing that should be noted about my writing is that normally I will use gender neutral terms. If you don't want that then please say female/fem!reader or male/masc!reader. For smuts, I will always write two versions of it with male/female.

Plot: You and Pico have to go shopping for new clothes. By you and Pico, you dragged Pico to the mall so you can buy new clothes. Eventually after picking out clothes, you started trying stuff on and asked Pico what he thought of them. Some outfits were just too much for Pico to handle.

TWS: Strong language, mention of firearms (guns), derogatory terms (aka slut shaming).

Word count: 2505 words

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3rd P.O.V

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(Y/N) sat on the couch, scrolling through Instagram. Pico sat next to him, flickering through their Netflix account. Pico couldn't find a single good damn thing to watch. He sighed, letting his head lean back on the couch. (Y/N) looked up to Pico, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Is something wrong?" (Y/N) asked, stopping his scrolling.

"Yeah. I'm bored," Pico said, turned his head slightly to look at (Y/N). (Y/N) thought for a second before he sprung up.

"Let's go to the mall!" He shouted, his phone now slapped onto his thigh. Pico groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Are you fuckin' serious? I don't wanna go to the damn mall," Pico glared slightly at (Y/N), not in the mood for his shit right now.

"Yes, I'm serious! I need clothes. I've been meaning to go and now is the perfect chance!" (Y/N) explained, tugging on Pico's arm. "Please, Pico? I know you don't like going to places like that but for me?" (Y/N) asked, giving Pico a pouty face with puppy dog eyes. Pico looked down before rolling his eyes, standing up and reaching onto the table, grabbing his Uzi.

"Fine. Get up," Pico commanded, growling a little in raw frustration.

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(Y/N) ran around the mall, dragging Pico around with him as he ran from store to store to store. Sometimes Pico being a hitman had its benefits. They had finally arrived at (Y/N)'s (F/S) (Favourite Store) and (Y/N) was spending quite a bit of time here. He had collected two armfuls of clothes and was going to try them on. He grinned as he ran into a dressing room, leaving Pico to wait and judge the clothes he had grabbed.

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Pico's P.O.V

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(Y/N) had dragged me to the mall, for starters. Then makes me wait as he tries on how much clothes? He better look fine as fuck or I'm gonna start shootin' shit. I let out a huff, trying to get comfortable as I knew I would be here a while. I heard one of the doors opening and looked up from my phone and saw (Y/N) walking out. He had (Colour) skinny jeans on with a (Colour) crop top. I remember him grabbing these two pieces specifically saying they would look amazing on him and damn, he was right. I basically undressed him with my eyes, looking him up and down time after time again. My favourite thing about (Y/N) was his waist. It was curved into a bit more of an hourglass shape and it was the hottest shit ever.

"Damn, babyboy. Better change out of that before I undress you my damn self," I said, smirking as his face heated up slightly.

"You're supposed to comment on it, dick. Does it look good?" He asked me, turning around so I could see the back. I, instead, focused on his tight ass that was in front of me. I started mentally drooling, biting my lip.

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