On the way to the news studio, you run pass the local Papa John's Pizza you work in. You spot a figure wearing a Papa John's uniform but the figure of the person was unfamiliar. Who is he?
You slow down after sprinting on all fours to get a better view of the mysterious man.
Dude, slow down.
Your efforts are futile. In attempts to stop, you end up ramming the man right in his dick. It's like an airbag. This isn't good.
Who is this soft dicked stranger and why is he wearing a uniform?
"Uh, oh. I didn't see you there."
He pulls you up into his muscularly built chest. You stare into his shimmering hazel eyes before glancing up at his receding hairline.
Yo wtf. Who are you?
"I should probably let go of you, haha."
Uh, ok. What's up with guy? Why isn't he letting go??
"Oopsie woopsie, where are my manners? My name is Steve Richie."
You didn't ask nor did you care really. Didn't this guy see that you were in a rush-
"Soon, I'll be the new CEO of Papa John's! Isn't that neat?!"
The...what?
THE INCIDENT WITH PAPA HAPPENED LITERALLY AN HOUR AGO. THEY'RE TRYING TO REPLACE HIM ALREADY. OK, TIME TO GO DICKO MODE. IT'S THE TIME TO CALL THIS SON OF A GUN OFF. IT'S YOUR TIME TO DEFEND PAPA'S HONOR AS THE TRUE CEO AND LEADER OF THIS PIZZA EMPIRE. YOU ARE THE MISTRESS WHO IS PREGNANT WITH PAPA'S CHILD WHILE THIS HEATHEN INVADER TRIES TO DETHRONE EMPEROR THE GREAT PAPA. ASSUME YOUR DOMINANCE ON THIS INFERIOR BEING. CALL APON THE GODS TO GIVE YOU THE STRENGTH TO DEFEAT THIS WORTHLESS DEMON.
"Ok."
You utter fool.
"Yep. Soon, my name will be on every Papa John's Pizza restaurant in the country."
Steve says as he looks longly at the Papa John's restaurant. You see the determination and drive in his eyes. If you hadn't met Papa, you would be slobbing on Steve's knob on a heartbeat. But you aren't a filthy causal. You go for gold, not silver.
"Uh..You know I work here, right?"
You are still in Steve's big sweaty arms but to your surprise, you are not completely hating it.
"Wonderful! I'm so glad to be working with you?"
Steve's eyes shine with excitement as he tightens his grip on your body.
"So what's your name, young man?"
"I'm..uh..the Delivery Guy."
"Delivery Guy, huh? It's will be a pleasure working with you~."
Steve releases you from his vice grip but still continues to lock eyes with you.
"Yeah... I really have to go."
"W-wait! You can't just leave! I barely know the ropes yet! You have to teach me, Delivery Guy."
"But I-"
"Plwease Deliwery Gwuy.~"
Steve lowers himself to the point where he's whispering in your ear.
"You're gowna stway with me, right~"
Yo. Why the fuck your peepee hard? This is an utter betrayal against Papa John. You can't allow these single braincell games. You're better than this.
"Ya."
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Papa's Deep Dish Surprise (Papa John x Reader Delivery Guy)
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