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We Were Fighting? (C.Gallagher x F!Reader)

Summary: Flashing Carl during an argument.

Warnings: Suggestive(?), reader has nipple piercings!

Word Count: 308

Notes: Sorry that this is like very short and very much ass but I'm currently having writer's block and trying to write all of the requests as well as fics I've been meaning to write. Also, this is based off of something I saw on IG. A girl and her bf were "arguing" and she flashed him (off camera) and he stopped literally immediately after that.

You can't even remember what the two of you were arguing about. It's been going on for too long especially when it was started because you asked him to just put the toilet seat down when he's done pissing.

"I just don't see why you'd be upset at that."

He just kept going on and on about how he doesn't understand why you'd be upset at it. "Why does it bother you?", "Why do I have to do it?", "Do you gain anything from me putting the toilet seat down?"

At this point you were just listening to him ramble on and on. You already told him you were done with the conversation, but he didn't hear that.

You walked up to his room trying to think of a way to get him to just shut his mouth and forget about the argument. Though it wasn't intended to be an argument you just asked him to stop leaving the seat up because you kept falling in.

"It was a simple question, Carl. 'Can you put the seat down after you take a piss?' Not that hard to comprehend." you sighed, still not understanding why he's starting an argument over a question as small as that.

You turned to face him and lifted your shirt up. You weren't wearing a bra so he could see your pierced nipples harden in the cool air. He'd hate to admit it, not really, but it turned him on.

Honestly anything you did turned him on, but this, lifting your shirt up while he's already having a hard time focusing on this "argument" because he could see your nipples perking and poking through the fabric of your shirt.

"Apology accepted," he smirked, sitting on his bed, "Come here, ma. Lemme suck on 'em." he said, patting his lap and holding his arms out.