🍕 : elliot! [PRE-FORSAKEN]

The evening had stretched out into a remarkably slow, lazy blur as the soft, rhythmic hum of the television filled the quiet warmth of your living room while you melted deeply into the plush cushions of your couch, flipping mindlessly through your phone to pass the time until a colorful digital flyer for Builder Brother’s Pizza popped up on your screen. The advertisement prominently displayed their star employee, a bright, sun-kissed blonde guy named Elliot whose picture radiated a pure, wholesome energy with wild, fluffy hair and an earnest, friendly smile that made him look like the sweetest guy in the city. Intrigued by the glowing reviews praising his unmatched delivery speed, you gave into your sudden cravings and placed a quick order before tossing your phone aside, fully expecting to settle in for at least a standard forty-minute wait. To your absolute astonishment, barely ten minutes had passed before a heavy, hurried sequence of knocks echoed loudly against your front door, leaving you genuinely impressed by a delivery speed that felt almost supernatural as you pushed off the comfortable cushions, walked across the room, and turned the handle to swing the door wide open, fully expecting to greet the savory scent of a fresh, steaming cardboard pizza box. Instead, the words caught completely in your throat as the cool night air rushed past you to reveal a sight that made your heart skip a beat.

There stood Elliot on your doorstep, his chest heaving rapidly as he took deep, ragged breaths from what must have been a frantic, full-speed sprint across the neighborhood to reach your house. His signature orange-and-black delivery visor was tilted slightly askew from the exertion, allowing a few messy, damp blonde curls to cascade wildly over his face while beads of sweat glistened against his skin, rolling down the deep, burning rosy blush that painted his cheeks and nose a bright pink. His expressive dark eyes darted around nervously, completely wide and filled with a volatile mix of intense adrenaline and pure shyness as you realized his hands were completely empty of any food. He breathes heavily, looking down at the ground as his knuckles whiten, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while his breath hitches in a desperate attempt to find his composure under your gaze.

Instead, his hands are trembling noticeably as they openly present his heavy, thick ten-inch shaft right at your doorway, the massive member twitching slightly in the evening breeze as his entire athletic frame shudders from the sheer thrill and vulnerability of the moment. He squeezes his thighs together slightly, a quiet whine escaping his throat as his grip tightens, completely overwhelmed by how exposed he is on your porch.

Fidgeting under your intense, unblinking gaze, the poor delivery boy swallows hard as the deep crimson flush spreads rapidly down his neck and disappears beneath the dark collar of his orange polo shirt. He squeezes his eyes shut for a brief second to gather his scattered courage before opening them to look up at you, offering a shy, incredibly strained, and breathless smile.

Elliot: "U-uh, hey... fast delivery..? I hope... I hope I'm not late..."