Paris x MALE!Reader (The Dummy's Dummy)

10

"Paris!" I yelled, slamming the door open then shut.

He raised a brow, before closing the book in his hand as he asked, "what is it y/n?"

"I'll be honest for you this time!" I said as I raised my hands up high, slightly sweating, before taking a big sigh.

He placed the book a little lower as he gave a confused smirk towards me.

"I want you to go out with me!" Ok, this time! This time this better not be a fucking dream or illusion!!

He snickered, calmly laying his back unto the couch, before saying, "alright."

"This isn't a joke right?" I muttered.

He looked back up at me again, before saying, "what joke, dear?"

"This isn't..!" I stammered, my vocal cord was stammering on it's own.

"This isn't another dream is it??" I yelped.

"What dream? You want to clarify if this is a dream or not?" He wondered.

Paris, I swear if this is a dream the next thing i'll do is slam my head unto a wall for a whole day.

"Yes!" I huffed.

He chuckled, while patting unto his lap.

"...what the fuck..?" I mumbled as I stared in utter confusion.

I mean why the hell is he patting on his lap??? What does it mean? I don't understand!

"What's wrong y/n? You want to clarify if this is a dream or not, isn't it what you want?" He asked.

I rubbed the back of my head, my mouth ajar open, but I couldn't mutter even the slightest of words.

"Come over here." He requested.

I took cautios steps which he somehow found amusing as I stood infront of him with a confused and red face.

"Now what..!?" I asked.

"You want to check if this is reality and not a dream right? Come sit on my lap for a quick test then." He snickered.

I instantly screeched from the words coming out of his mouth.

'Sit on his lap'??? Is he serious!?!

"Y-you want me to sit on your lap..!?" I asked.

"It's your choice y/n, i'm not an eight ball for your needs." He joked.

Omg....he's making me decide unto sitting in his lap..?

Although i've always wanted to sit in his lap....

What, no! Stop that y/n!!! You might be gay for him but why would you go overboard!?? If he had a lot of fans they'd all try to kill ylu just so they can sit on his lap instead! And why does this aswell feel like some fan service of a K-pop group member!??

Y/n, you're supposed to be the more dominant one here!!!

"I'm not sitting on your lap!" I declined.

Way to go y/n! You did it!

I quickly yelped, when I was suddenly yanked by the waist.

I stared back, face red as I tride to mumble, "P-Paris..?"

He continued to smirk as he rested his head unto his other empty hand.

Fuckin' hell, i'm so close to his face.

(Cliffhangers suck...writers block for a few days or so maybe...)