PEZZY X GN!READER
PRNS; THEY/THEM
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READER POV;
I hate motorbike guys, they're always some old man wearing leather and being a dick to me. I guess that comes with working at the gas station, you see one biker and 10 more come barging in and hitting on you with their smoker lungs. It sucked. I hate looking more feminine than the other people at my workplace.
"$12.75." I was ringing up a customer and I heard a bike pull up to the gas station. Oh great, an old piece of shit, here to hit on me for no reason. It's a shame that bikers have such a bad reputation with me, since motorbikes are cool, I've always wanted one since I watched teen beach movie for the first time.
(Cruisin' for a bruisin' from teen beach movie totally didnt come up at my playlist during writing this, perfect timing for it lmaoo)
My thoughts were stopped when I heard the ding of the door opening, signalling that the biker was inside the store now. Oh great, he's coming towards me, I bet when he takes the helmet off he'll look like a fossil.
He took his helmet off, holding it in one hand and holding his credit card in the other. Oh. He's hot. I thought, listening to him speak.
"I need to pay for gas, can you put it in the system or something, I don't know how it works." He chuckles, Oh. His voice is pretty.
I nod, "Yeah, I can put that in the system, I just need to write down what I'm doing so that any customers know why I'm missing." I explain, scribbling something down. I make sure he doesn't see that I've put the note in the same hand as his card.
He walks outside and I follow him, scanning my card on the scanner so it goes into employee mode. I put his card numbers into the system, successfully paying for his gas. I hand the card back to him, wrapping it in the receipt so that he doesn't feel the note underneath.
I walk back inside, getting back to work and hoping my plan works.
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PEZZY POV;
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I take the receipt off my card, feeling another piece of paper underneath, I look at it. It reads; 'Call me; ######-##### - ____' I chuckle, putting my card in my wallet and the paper in front of it.
Driving home, I think about the person I saw in the gas station. They looked androgynous, and hot. I get home and close my garage after putting my bike in park and shutting it off, leaving my helmet in the room with it. My curiosity gets the better of me and I call the number, hoping they've finished their shift by now.
It rings through and goes onto voicemail, I listen to the after message, "Hey, If you're the cute biker guy, I'm not off my shift, if you aren't, sucks to suck I guess." It ends there, I laugh. They must've set a new one after I left.
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READER POV;
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I clock out, ending my shift and getting in my car. I check my phone, seeing a missed call from a random number. I find myself calling it back, getting an answer after two rings, "Hey, Is this hot biker guy?" I ask, weird way to start a call, but whatever.
"I don't know, You tell me, is this the hot gas station worker?" He asks back and I laugh.
I put my phone on speaker, pulling out of the gas station staff parking lot. "If that hot gas station worker is named ____, then yeah."
He chuckles, "Then if that hot biker guy is named Pezzy, then yeah, its me." He replies. I hear typing on a keyboard and clicking on a mouse.
"What 'cha doing?" I ask, smiling as i park my car, turning it off and closing my garage door. I sit on my sofa, laying down and looking at the ceiling.
I hear a little more typing and then he speaks, "I'm just chatting with a friend, He's asking if i wanna play mario kart tonight." I laugh.
I false pout, "I wanted to maybe hangout with you..." I fake a little sad voice and he chuckles again.
"I mean, I can postpone mario kart for a little date..." He offers.
I smile again, sitting up and making my way to my room, "I can go out if you want to." I go into my closet, finding a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, grabbing my zip-up hoodie to take with me.
I hear him get up and presumably walk to his closet to get clothes. "Its a date then." He says and My heart beats faster. A date? With a hot biker guy? This has to be a dream... But it wasn't a dream, this was very much real, I was going on a date with a hot guy tonight, and I had to be ready soon. We agreed on 8:30pm and he hung up, it was already 8pm. I had 30 minutes to get ready.
My clothes were easy to get on thankfully, I saw that he had messaged me and I checked it.
Hot Biker guy 🤤🤤🤤
Hot Biker guy 🤤🤤🤤
Yo is it cool if i pick you up on my bike?
You
omg i would love that
Hot Biker guy 🤤🤤🤤
Perfect
I'll bring my second helmet
Whats your address btw
I forgot to ask it lmaooo
You
##############
Hot Biker guy 🤤🤤🤤
Be there soon ;)
Oh my god.
My mind was racing, my heart was pounding harder than before. This was happening. I finish getting ready, shoving my shoes on and tying them tight. I hear an engine rev outside my house, he must be here.
I open my door, seeing Pezzy sitting on his bike, a helmet on his head and another in his hand. He puts his visor up, and I see his face again. "Hey."
"Hey." I reply, smiling at him. He smiles back, handing the helmet to me. I shove it on my head, getting on the bike behind him.
He turns back to me, visor still up, "You wanna go to my house?" He asks.
I attempt to put my visor up too, ultimately failing, and he does it for me, "Yeah." I answer, laughing a little bit at my failed attempt to put the visor up.
My visor is flicked back down by him and he puts his visor back down. I see him start driving and I hold on tightly to his waist, not wanting to fall off onto the tarmac.
Eventually we end up at his house, and he parks us in the garage. We both get up off the bike and take off our helmets.
"Wait here." He says to me, and I wait in the garage, sitting on the bike again, pretending to rev it, making engine noises.
He comes back and sees me sitting on the bike again, he chuckles seeing what I'm doing. I look up and see him laughing at me and I laugh too.
I
stop laughing after a few minutes and look at him, he stops laughing as well. He moves towards me and sits on the bike with me.
My back is pushed into the handle bars as I stare at him. A million different thoughts fill my brain, but one is more prominent than the others. Kiss him. My mind races more and he places his hand on my cheek.
His eyes dart to my lips for a second, coming back up to meet mine, but I wasn't looking in his eyes, my eyes were lingering on his lips, admiring the soft flesh.
I watch him move forward and I follow, closing my eyes as our lips meet in the middle. I feel his tongue lick my bottom lip, attempting to escalate the situation. I let it happen, opening my mouth and letting our tongues dance.
I find my arms around his neck and his on my lower back. He pushes me further back into the handlebars. My hands tangle themselves in his hair, lightly tugging softly.
We pull apart for air, "Does this mean we're dating?" He asks an important question.
Were we dating? Was this a one time thing?
"If you want to, then yeah." I pant out in-between breaths.
He kisses me again, immediately shoving his tongue into my mouth this time, I greatly accept, softly moaning at the feeling. We kept going, pulling eachother impossibly closer on the motorbike.
We hear the garage door open, one of his roommates presumably going out in their car. "Ayo? Not in the garage bro." I pull apart, looking over to the noise.
There was 3 men standing there, a hispanic man, a black man and a white man. I blush, wondering how long they could've been standing there. I shove my head into his t-shirt, attempting to hide my ever reddening face.
"Listen, Pezzy, I get you can pull bitches, but let's not fuck in the garage man, come on." The shorter of the 3 men say, chuckling.
Pezzy laughs, "Shut up, Droid." He replies, getting off the bike and dragging me with him by the hand. I get dragged past the 3 men who were chuckling to themselves.
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Requested by; spencywrites
pezzy motorbike 🤤🤤🤤
I love motorbikes so much and my hyperfixation on frouse, specifically pezzy, droid and puffer was fueled after I found out pezzy has a motorbike
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