The Pizza Girl

Pairing: Devon Lee Carlson/Reader

Summary: An unfamiliar face shows up at Devon's door with a pizza in hand. 3rd POV.

Word Count: 3.9k

Content: Porn trope, slight innocence kink, oral, use of sex toys, praise, pet names.

A/N: This was originally going to be a little blurb for the new patreon blurb series but I decided to just make it a full Devon fic. Enjoy!

'Y/n will arrive with your pizza in 17 minutes!'

Devon furrowed her brow at the notification on her phone. She indeed ordered the pizza, and it's from the right place, but she was used to seeing another name for the delivery driver.

Jason has delivered pizzas to her house for about a full year now. It was some small pizza joint that had quickly become her favorite, and Jason was always her delivery driver. So, to see a new name was...something else. But her interest was piqued just a bit.

She had been lounging around the house for a few hours, bored out of her mind. She had gone for a swim in the early morning and had been in her bikini and a thin beach robe ever since. The day had been so boring that the idea of seeing someone new was exciting to her. She was waiting patiently to hear that doorbell ring until it finally came. She nearly jumped off the couch as she walked over to the door. In those 17 minutes of waiting she had come up with different ideas of what this new delivery driver could look like. She was surprised when she opened the door and saw the pizza girl standing on her porch.

So this is Y/n. Devon can't deny that she's a cute girl...maybe a bit too cute.

"You're a new face," Devon says with curiosity. She didn't care that her flimsy robe had opened up and the pizza girl could see her tiny bikini underneath.

"Oh, yeah! You were probably expecting Jason, but I'm covering for him today!" This girl has such a bright and bubbly disposition that her voice carries throughout the foyer of Devon's house. She's so cute and seems naïve too, which is exactly Devon's type.

"Ok. Why don't you come in while I grab my money?"

Y/n nods her head and follows Devon into her home. Y/n has not been working this job for long, but she has yet to see a house as nice and big as Devon's. She looks around, completely awestruck by the size and nice décor everywhere. She's hoping for a real good tip since this woman clearly has money.

"You have a really nice house!" Y/n's voice echoes through the house and she almost gasps, this is a really big house.

"Thank you."

Devon rummages through her purse on the counter, looking for some loose change to give to the girl. Of course that's just for the pizza and her tip is going to be something a little bit more. She's just so bored in the big house and an unexpected cute face is exactly what she needs to enjoy herself.

"You can set the pizza on the table."

Once again Y/n nods obediently and awkwardly places the medium pizza box on the table. Rarely does a customer invite her inside, especially inside a nice house like this. She stands there cluelessly in her uniform; a black polo donning the pizza's store logo and some ripped shorts. Devon turns around with money in hand and her eyes glance down at the pizza girl's exposed legs. She wants to dig her perfectly manicured nails into her plush thighs and see if they'll leave an indent.

"Here's the money for the pizza. You can keep the change."

Devon hands her a 100 dollar bill, which covers way more than what the pizza actually cost. Y/n was in shock and felt nothing but gratitude towards the woman in front of her.

"Oh my god...thank you so much! I never get more than 10 dollars in tip. Thank you! It means a lot!"

"No problem, sweetheart," Devon loved that Y/n was fawning over her for giving her such a hefty tip. The girl looked at her with wide, bright eyes that were becoming increasingly irresistible to Devon.

"Alright well...have a good day!"

Just before Y/n is about to turn towards the door she's stopped by Devon's interjection, "wait a second." Worry began to replace that joy. She feared that she had the wrong order or somehow fucked up and was about to be scolded. Devon could see that new fear in her eyes and it made her pussy wet.

"I have to give you your tip."

Y/n furrows her brows in confusion. She had already stuffed the 100 in her back pocket which was her tip, or so she believed.

"What?"

"Don't you want another tip?"

Devon steps close to her, her robe completely open in the front which allows for her bikini-clad tits to brush against Y/n's chest. Y/n was confused but everything was happening so quickly that she didn't have time to process it. Devon lifts her hand and places it on Y/n's cheek while the other goes to her hip. "I bet you work so hard...don't you think you deserve a break?" Devon asks coquettishly. Y/n didn't know how to respond, but she nodded her head even though she knows there is more work to be done today. "Good girl."

To punctuate her words or praise, Devon kisses the shy little pizza girl. Y/n pulls back in confusion but Devon is quick and places her hand on the back of her head and brings their lips together again. Devon moves her lips so Y/n has no choice but to move them too. It was hard for her to process this, but she found herself liking this, or at least her body was. Her body responded quickly to the situation; nipples hardening and the wetness between her legs became more obvious. She wondered if she was allowed to do this since Devon is a customer and she's just a worker, but her body was telling her to let it happen. Someone so gorgeous like Devon is kissing her and touching her clothed body, so she shouldn't challenge it.

Devon pulls away from their sloppy kiss, a line of spit connecting their soft lips. She bites her lips and giggles at Y/n's flustered face. She wants to continue seeing her like this so she begins to unbutton her shorts.

"Such short little shorts for being a pizza girl...I bet you get a lot of stares."

Y/n whimpers under her breath like a helpless little thing as Devon unbuttons and unzips her jeans. The vulnerability is beginning to set in but she isn't going to put a stop to it. Devon lifts up her black polo half way before kissing her again. This time Y/n's response is a lot less tepid and she tries to kiss back with much more enthusiasm. It's not hard to achieve that once she feels Devon's hands slide into her pants and rub her sensitive clit through her panties. Y/n breaks the kiss to gasp a little bit at the light sensation of Devon's fingers pressing into her clit.

"I-I like this..."

Y/n is so shy, her voice trembling as she speaks, but she had to admit the overwhelming feeling inside of her. Her interjection was greatly appreciated by Devon who once again giggled at her response. She wanted to kiss her again, but then she felt greatly compelled to take those ripped shorts off of her body. Y/n lets Devon take control, but she does shimmy out of the shorts so they can fall to the ground. Much to Devon's surprise, Y/n is wearing something that is similar to a thong.

"Were you expecting to get lucky with one of your customers?"

Y/n looks away completely embarrassed. She only wore them because they were super comfortable and so soft. She wasn't trying to be sexy for anyone but the little strawberry pattern sure does make it look that way.

Devon teased her, but she sure does appreciate Y/n showing extra skin. She rubs her ass while inspecting the rest of her body and she just looks so delicious. Y/n is a bit ticklish which forces a smile on her face. She tries to hold back but once she sees how much Devon is enjoying seeing her like this, she lets a few laughs slip past her lips. Devon then glides her hand down the front of her body. She can feel Y/n's breath becoming a bit more steadier now so she decides to keep pushing things a little bit further. She pushes up that black polo of hers (even though she thought about keeping it on since Y/n looks so adorable in it), to reveal a matching bra. Y/n looks shy again but Devon ignores it this time. Once the shirt is over her head and discarded onto the floor, Devon is pulling down the straps of her bra down until Y/n's bra is loose enough to take off. Devon admires how hard Y/n's nipples are and how her body is being so responsive. She can't help but want to devour her.

"On the couch," she whispers. Y/n nods her head feverishly, which seems to be a habit of hers.

Devon has her mouth attached to Y/n's taut nipple before either of them are both fully on the couch. Devon feels the hard bud against her tongue and it awakens something inside of her. Y/n seems to be enjoying herself too, as evidenced by the giggles she can't hold back. Devon kisses down her body until she gets to her belly button. She peppers kisses on her lower belly. Y/n takes that as her cue to lay back on the couch. As she spreads her legs, Devon takes off the robe that is covering up her too-tiny bikini. Her bikini top is skewed, pressing her body against Y/n's so hard that one of her nipple's is exposed.

Y/n is so eager and excited, her legs are spread open wide and she's so hungry for Devon to come in between them and lick her out. This new job is so tiring and she works so much that it takes up a lot of her free time. She's missing out on the pleasures of life but this really nice woman is willing to make her feel good and feel another sort of pleasure.

That's what she expects from Devon, but what she gets instead is the brunette climbing onto the couch, pressing her body against hers and giving her a soft kiss before continuing to move upwards so she could straddle Y/n's head. It took the pizza girl by surprise but she was quick to adjust. She grabbed the thighs that were on both sides of her head as Devon lowered herself without hesitating. No one had ever sat on her face before, but Y/n figured it wasn't rocket science and knew instantly what to do. Her tongue came out and the first thing she felt was Devon's clit on her tongue. Devon bent over to rest her palms on the couch and let out a sigh of pleasure followed by a giggle.

"Good girl...didn't even have to tell you what to do."

The compliment made Y/n's heart swell considering that she feels like she's been working so hard lately without so much as a 'thank you'. Sure the tips were nice at times, but more often than not she was just leaving the pizzas' on someone's porch receiving a few dollars in tip from underneath a potted plant. The praise from Devon made her hungry for more, which made her lick Devon's clit at a faster pace.

Y/n has had sex with her fair share of girls, but she's never felt like she's been that good at sex. There is a bit of inexperience in her experience and it's noticeable to Devon.

"Push your tongue through my folds...just like that," Devon gives her instructions through a shaky voice. Y/n is good, but she wants her to be great. Devon feels like because she prompted this that it's her obligation to teach Y/n the ropes a little bit. Of course she's only fine tuning her to make her pleasure feels better but it will probably benefit Y/n in the future.

Y/n listens carefully to everything Devon tells her to do. Her tongue goes splashing into her folds and she licks at her slit which makes Devon moan louder. Y/n decides to pull her tongue away to lick from the bottom of Devon's pussy and all the way up to her clit. She felt like she needed to explore her entire pussy instead of focusing solely on her clit. Devon seemed to enjoy the exploration because she began to grind against Y/n's face.

"Fuck! Your tongue feels so good...so wet and so warm," she coos. Her eyes are nearly rolling into the back of her head at how better and better Y/n's tongue is starting to feel against her dripping sex.

It feels so good that she doesn't want to pull away, but at the same time she wants the cute pizza girl beneath her to feel good too.

Y/n thought she had fucked up when Devon pulled herself off of her face. Devon glanced down at her and saw how messy her face was with her juices; she almost came on the spot just from seeing that. Instead of just looking at the mess she had created so far, Devon straddles Y/n's face again but this time she is facing the opposite direction. Y/n doesn't question it, instead she grabs onto Devon's thighs again and starts licking her pussy. Her tongue works so diligently until she feels Devon rub her bare clit and her body hitches a little bit. Devon smirks at her reaction because she knows that she's going to take it a step further. She bends down and her face is planted between Y/n's thighs and thus her tongue plunges into her sweet pussy. Y/n is so wet, ripe like a sweet fruit. and shaking as Devon's tongue wiggles against her clit.

The two of them moan and hum into each other's pussy which fills the room and echoes throughout the house. Devon feels Y/n's hard nipples poking against her stomach and each time the supple skin grazes against hers she feels a jolt of electricity inside of her. It feels good for Y/n too whose nipples feel like they're one fire. In fact her whole body feels like it's aflame and the only one that can extinguish that fire is Devon. She wants to cum so bad. She licks Devon's pussy eagerly as the brunette on top of her ramps up her movements too. The sound of their wet tongues splashing into each other's pussy is so filthy that Y/n feels like she's walked onto a porn set instead of someone's house. It is pretty cliche for the someone to fuck the pizza delivery person, but she doesn't care at all.

Devon's tongue moves from Y/n's clit and down closer to her asshole. All it takes is one lick in one of the most sensitive spots in her body and she's cumming. The strangled cry she lets out into Devon's pussy signals her orgasm to the brunette, so her tongue comes running back up to Y/n's clit. It doesn't take long for Y/n to get so sensitive and almost try to buck Devon's mouth off of her clit, but Devon is too determined. She's getting close herself and she wants that pussy in her mouth as she cums. She grinds against Y/n's sweet face, the pizza girl's nose bumping against her and her tongue gliding all over her pussy. It's enough agitation to make Devon cum right after Y/n. Both are shivering, one from her current orgasm and the other from a lingering orgams. Devon finally pulls away from Y/n's poor clit so she can moan out loud.

"Yes! Just like that! Make me cum! Such a good girl!" She cries out.

The desperation in her voice makes Y/n lick at her until Devon can't take anymore and quickly moves off of her face.

Devon gets off the couch and stands up. Y/n watches her closely to see her next move as she pulls her legs closer to her body. Now with more room on the couch, Devon sits next to her. She eyes her as Y/n seems to turn into a shy little thing once again. It makes Devon laugh seeing her act like that knowing that her tongue was just stuffed in her pussy seconds ago.

Devon grabs the back of her head and crashes her lips into Y/n's. She's instantly hit with the taste of herself on Y/n's tongue that begins to mix with Y/n's taste on her tongue. Their tongues dart out of their mouths and bump against each other's. It feels much more charged than before. When Devon pulls away, they're both panting and their faces are so warm.

"Have you ever been fucked before?" Devon asks her as she tries to steady her breathing.

Y/n simply just nods her head because she feels like she is unable to speak properly.

"Use your words."

"Yes," she responds sheepishly.

Devon has figured that since she didn't seem completely inexperienced. However, she wanted to crack open Y/n's world completely.

"I'll be right back."

Devon gets off the couch and leaves Y/n alone. Y/n feels a bit lightheaded from cumming already. She looks around and a part of her wonders if they're the only two in the house. They have to be though because someone would've heard them and came to see what they were doing. This house is so big though...it seems impossible that someone like Devon would be living alone here.

With a purple sex toy that doesn't exactly look like one of those realistic dildos. It was long and had ridges on it. The end seemed to curve a little bit and looked like a bubble. The buttons on it let Y/n know that it wasn't just a dildo, but a vibrator. It comes roaring to life when Devon presses one. Devon sits on the couch on the spot she was just in and lowers the setting. Y/n holds her breath as Devon runs the purple toy down the valley of her breast.

"Do you have a vibrator at home?"

"N-No."

"Really? You just use your hand? Well, with this job you'll be able to buy yourself a really good vibrator."

The vibrations against her skin have a larger impact on Y/n than expected. Goosebumps form quickly on her skin and her chest is beginning to rise and fall much faster now. She coos as it buzzes against her skin, around her nipples, down her chest, and finally to in between her legs. She waits patiently for Devon to slide it into her already wet pussy. With all the cum that's left, it will be easy to slide inside of her. But, what Devon does instead is rub the toy against her puffy folds. She avoids Y/n's clit, but it still feels good. Y/n bites her lip to hold back a moan but it comes out, albeit a bit strangled. Devon keeps running the toy along her pussy for what feels like forever. The sweat on Y/n's brow feels like it's going to start sliding down her face until Y/n feels the vibrator toy go inside of her. She gasps at the stretch the toy gives her. It's not thick at all, but it is long and reaches deep inside of her. She's almost embarrassed about how easy it can slide in and out because of her wet pussy.

Devon is quite pleased with how wet she is and the sight of her toy sliding into such a pretty girl. Y/n's juices drip onto her couch (something she will have to clean up later but doesn't care about right now. "Does it feel good?" She asks even though she knows the answer. The curved end does wonders and she can feel Y/n trembling from the toy rubbing against her sweet spot. Y/n's pussy gushes around the toy as she nods her head feverishly to answer Devon's question. Her desperate voice makes her pump the toy in and out of her pussy faster. Both Y/n and Devon are enamored by the site of the toy pumping in and out; every time it comes out, it is covered in Y/n's slick. "Good girl," Devon praises her once again.

Y/n cums again, embarrassingly fast. The vibrations buzzing against her walls and the curve of the toy is what did her in so quickly. She cums much harder this time; it seems impossible not too when she was so overwhelmed and still reeling from her previous orgasm. Devon laughs seeing her tremble and whimper again.

"So desperate for me...it's so cute," she nearly whispers. Devon bites down on her bottom lip as she continues to move the toy in and out of the pizza girl's cute, gushy pussy. She doesn't want to pull out of her yet, but she also doesn't try to push her limits anymore. She looks up at Y/n's face and sees it scrunched in pleasure with her eyes shut tight. She takes the opportunity to lean forward and suck on Y/n's hard nipples which makes her moan louder. Devon's slurps on her nipples in a loud, lascivious way. She would love to make Y/n cum for a third time, but she knows her cute pizza girl has to get back to work.

She pulls the toy out of her pussy and stares at her handy work. Y/n's pussy is so messy, beads of cum tangled in the hairs and smeared on her folds. "C'mon pretty," she begins, bringing her hand to Y/n's hot cheek, "you gotta get back to work."

Everything had felt so surreal, like a perfect sweet dream. Y/n realized that it wasn't a dream, but reality once her uniform was back on. She's sure there was something a tad bit different about her, maybe her hair is a little bit messy or her make-up is slightly smudged; she hopes none of her co-workers or customers will notice.

Devon, however, looks collected and thoroughly satisfied. She walks Y/n to the door while completely naked. Y/n thought she would feel awkward, but it's not like her neighbors could see her so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Will I see you around?" Devon asks a bit shyly as if her tongue wasn't shoved in Y/n's pussy some 15 minutes ago.

"Maybe...I hope so."

Devon smiles as she leans on the frame of the door.

"I'll make sure to personally request Y/n as my delivery driver next time. Next time come with something special, okay?"

"O-Okay," Y/n responds as if she's talking to her life-long crush.

Devon waves at her and Y/n backs away before turning around and walking to her car. She wishes she can stay, but she can't. She just hopes she gets to put in that "special delivery" some time soon.