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summary: when jean finally convinces eren to crawl out from under his rock to join society on instagram, he finds there’s a whole lot more than just pictures of food. there’s you.
wc: 15.4k (I know it’s a long one, hope you enjoy tho)
Eren Jaeger had recently found himself in a very, very deep hole. It all started innocently, when one of his best friends Jean had convinced Eren to crawl out of his hole and create an Instagram to join society.
“C’mon Eren,” Jean had teased over a week ago as they studied out on the lawn of their school. “You have no idea what you’re missing out on. No one even uses Facebook anymore, it’s all for moms who want to brag about little Timmy’s genius for figuring out one plus one equals two.”
“What do you even do on Instagram?” Eren’s brows knitted together in confusion, Jean whipping his phone out to show Eren exactly how to use it.
“You post pictures,” Jean navigated to his profile, tapping and sliding down to show Eren all of Jean’s shameless selfies.
“Of just yourself?” he breathed, not comprehending the appeal at all. Don’t people look at his face enough?
“Well, you can post anything you want, that’s the beauty of it. Plus, when you’re not doing that, you get to see and like other people’s pictures.”
“But it says here you follow, 1,536 accounts? And you have 5,000 following you back?” Eren asked incredulously, surprised about how popular his friend’s online persona was. “How do you even know that many people?”
“You don’t,” Jean shrugged, making a few taps to his home page as posts began to load up. “Celebrities have Instagram, our friends have Instagram, fuck, every attractive person on the entire planet has one.”
“How do you even find these people?” Eren’s questioning never seemed to end, the concept out of his comprehension. Facebook was one thing, he personally knew every single one of his friends and family there, and honestly he really enjoyed people just talking about their day to day ordeals.
That’s when Jean forced Eren to hand his phone over and download the app. Jean snapped a quick picture of Eren, to which Eren had no reaction time to. Before he could protest, Jean had already uploaded the candid with some random song lyrics as the caption. To be honest with himself, Eren had to admit that Jean had taken a very flattering picture. He had his knee brought to his chest while his arm dangled over, back slumped and relaxed while he sat on the blanket they had set down before lounging there, hair in his signature sloppy man bun. It was mid day, so all the shadows casted behind his body as the sun’s rays illuminated every high point and contrast of his stoic face.
After a few follow backs from his friends, Armin and Mikasa, he had accumulated a few dozen likes, and Eren couldn’t help the feelings of instant gratifications wash over him, “Okay? So, now what?”
“Now,” Jean began to instruct him, putting the phone back in Eren’s hands after showing him the basics of social media. “Go to my page, and start following whoever you want from my following list. There’s some really hot girls.”
And when Eren laid in his dorm bed that night by himself, he did just that. He really didn’t want to give Jean the satisfaction of showing him who he followed, or why he decided to. His finger scrolled and scrolled through the following list on Jean’s Instagram, hitting the follow button on a few bands he really enjoyed. But then, his hand stopped at one username in particular. The avatar showed a pretty girl, smiling brightly into the camera, sun’s golden rays blooming behind her hair.
Eren tapped on the username, and the first thing he took note of was the bio. ‘Connoisseur of mimosas and rock and roll’, he had to smirk at that, what a simple sentence to sum yourself up with. His eyes flickered to the link in her bio, titled, OnlyFans. He titled his head, Jean hadn’t mentioned what OnlyFans was? Did everyone have an OnlyFans too, like Instagram? He tapped on the highlighted link to be met with a page of prices. What the fuck was so exclusive about it that he had to pay ten dollars for a single picture? As he scrolled down a bit more, he noticed the pricing rising to the final payment cost.
“200 dollars for a personal Snapchat and to talk to me every day?” he read aloud, mouth open in disgust. “What the fuck is this?”
He hit the done option in the upper left corner, returning to the Instagram page in question. He tapped on the first photo, the girl’s back facing the camera, completely bare as her hair trickled down the center. She was sitting in a pretty pink bath, floating flowers all around, staring out a window, captioned, ‘wishing you were here’. His gaze lingered on the dips of her waist, before scrolling down to see the girl in some more clothing. This one was a much prettier picture, glasses set on the brim of her nose while she sat comfortably at a wooden table in a library. She stared directly into the camera, a pretty smile on her face while her hands sat perched under her chin. Some books were open on the table, and Eren took note of the quilted skirt peeking out from the under the bottom, her knees tightly crossed. ‘finals week is going to be the death of me, thank the universe for coffee’.
Eren back tracked out of the photo after double tapping, trying to drink in a comprehensive idea of what exactly people were paying so much money to see. He scrolled, and landed on his answer. The girl sat on a stool, phone angled in the mirror to take in her frame, wearing nothing but black lingerie and heels with a smirk on her face, the caption simply, ‘follow me on OnlyFans, link in bio’.
‘Hey Jean, what’s OnlyFans?’ Eren typed a quick text to his now mentor, patiently waiting as three bubbles appeared from his friend’s end.
‘Lol I see what you’re using Instagram for now, Jaeger’, was Jean’s only reply, and Eren could feel himself getting frustrated. Before he could type back an angry text, those bubbles popped up once again. ‘It’s basically porn, you pay for people’s pictures and videos’.
‘Why would someone want to do that? It’s free almost everywhere else’.
‘Because, young grasshopper, girls are hot and I’m trynna see some titties’.
Eren rolled his eyes at his friend’s stupidity. Deducing that Jean was obviously one of these paying customers, Eren felt a little more secure in himself as he tapped the follow button on the girl’s page. What he wasn’t expecting though was a notification informing him she had followed back, followed quickly by another one liking his only post. Eren couldn’t hold back a blush, heart thumping in his chest. Did this girl think he was good looking?
The thought didn’t sit for long as yet another notification popped up, this time a comment. The girl had simply put a heart eyed emoji, followed by a fire emoji. Eren retreated in haste back to her profile, analyzing every picture and caption.
That had been a month ago, and now Eren had a full blown addiction to the website, more specifically her Instagram. Eren was even paying for her OnlyFans now, making excuses that the money he spent would be used for coffees and lunches anyhow, and he really had to nip his caffeine addiction in the butt so he might as well spend his cash on her.
She had just posted a photoset, one of many on her page, completely naked aside from a gold necklace adorned on her neck, a simple initial of ‘E’ rested prettily on her collarbone. It was like she knew Eren was devouring her social medias on a daily basis. It was all for him, Eren had concluded. There was no coincidence that she had followed and liked his own page, it was all fate and meant to be. Eren had figured out how to DM someone, thanks to Jean showing him how to during one of their classes, and he had taken full advantage of the girl’s inbox. Unfortunately with no reply or read receipt to even prove she had received his messages, introducing himself and showering the girl with compliments. Oh, Eren was down bad. He even brought himself to pay out the $50 tier on her OnlyFans for the month, tired of entering his card information for every daily post.
His dick twitched hard as he drank in her form, curvaceous and beautiful and feminine. It wasn’t even like he just wanted to fuck her either, if he needed relief like that he’d just hit up one of the handful of girls he had saved in his contacts. Eren Jaeger wanted to take this girl out on a fucking date. They had so much in common, they were practically soulmates. She liked and followed all the same bands Eren did, posted on her stories all about her favorite foods and her zodiac sign. While he didn’t really believe in that shit, his Google search history of checking if Aries was compatible spoke to something completely different.
And then Eren began noticing something. How the library she frequently posted pictures in was the same library on campus. All the restaurants she went to were in an hour radius of him, half of them being his usual hangout spots. She lived locally, which thoroughly surprised him. Had he seen her around before? No, definitely not, he would’ve definitely remembered her pretty face. None of the girls that he knew looked like her, and if Eren didn’t know what a woman’s body felt like, he would’ve sworn her body was made of plastic.
Eren was practically an expert at Instagram now, and had plenty of opportunities to follow other beautiful women, but he chose not to. He felt guilty one night as he maneuvered through another pretty girl’s pictures, quickly retreating back to the comfort of his favorite girl’s instead. This was one of the reasons Eren had fought getting online for so long, whenever he found something he liked, he got obsessive.
His attention was drawn back to her naked photos, and he slipped his hand under the fabric of his sweatpants as he began to fuck his fist to her pretty image. All for him, he panted as he imagined what she would look like in front of him, beautiful and begging for his touch.
“Thank you so much,” you smiled graciously at the Starbucks employee in front of you, taking your large iced coffee from his hands.
“No problem, have a great day!”
You tossed your hair behind your shoulder as you turned around, the smile still vibrant on your face. Today was a good day, you decided almost as soon as you woke up. After studying for finals for nearly two weeks straight, you finally had a day off to enjoy yourself. Your best friend, Sasha, had convinced you to go on a small shopping day with her. You eagerly agreed that morning, toothbrush forgotten in between your teeth as your fingers rapidly tapped away to schedule a time. You were running out of sexy outfits for your OnlyFans content, and frankly, you really need some new summer clothes. Spring was drawing to a close, and you couldn’t just wear hoodies and leggings all year round, no matter how much you wanted to.
The mall was about two blocks away from the Starbucks, and as you chugged down your coffee, you slid your phone out of your back pocket of your jeans to see multiple notifications from Instagram. Just more people liking your posts, and some DMs, but you just rolled your eyes. You got tired of explaining on your stories that they were broken, and Instagram had no intent on trying to adjust it so you’d be able to view your messages and reply. You sighed, slipping it back into your pocket as you made your way through the entrance of the shopping mall.
Sasha was seated at a table in the cafeteria near the entrance you had just walked through. She jumped out of her seat, a wide smile on her lips as she strutted up to your form.
“You ate without me?” you pouted, smelling the leftover scent of pizza wash over you.
“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’m still hungry,” Sasha waved her hand. This girl had the fastest metabolism of a person you had ever met, so her statement didn’t really phase you.
“Okay, so, before I spend all my money and forget, we have to go to the lingerie shop,” you stated, stomping your way to the escalators.
“I’m guessing your OnlyFans is doing good?” she asked, knowing just how expensive this certain store was as she lingered behind you.
“Dude, you literally wouldn’t believe it,” you sighed dreamily. “If I had known how much money I’d be making, I would’ve done it way sooner. You should seriously consider making your own.”
“Nah, I’ll just let you have the spotlight on this one,” she snickered as the both of you stepped on the moving staircase. “Are they all creepy old men?”
“No, surprisingly, there’s a few people I have classes with that follow me,” you gossiped. “You know Jean from economics?”
Sasha nodded, eyes widening, “No fucking way, he’s my friend! I’m not that surprised though, he’s always talking to girls and asking for their Instagrams.”
“He’s never even talked to me, right? But he buys every single post I put out! Which is crazy, considering it’d just be cheaper for him to buy the subscription,” you shrugged, stepping off the escalator and walking shortly afterwards into the lingerie store. “That’s what most my viewers do, anyways.”
“Seen anyone else interesting?” Sasha hummed, eyeing the various garments surrounding her in intrigue.
Your eyes honed in on a strappy bright red one piece, “Just a few of his friends, I think. One of them is pretty cute, actually, but he’s only got one picture up.”
“You talking about Eren?”
You nodded, eyes lighting up, “Yeah, do you know him? I’ve never seen him around campus before.”
Sasha was beginning to plot, “Yeah he usually hangs out with Armin and Mikasa, but he goes to a lot of house parties. You know, actually, I think Jean is throwing one soon. He rented a cabin for after finals, you should come!”
“Won’t that be weird?” you scrunched your face, picking up the red one piece and moving onto the next garment that caught your eye. “Like I said, I’ve never even talked to him.”
“Yeah but you know Mikasa and me,” she raised her thumb towards herself. “Eren will be there too.”
“All I said was that I thought he was cute, Sasha,” you laughed her off. “But I’ll think about it. Text me the details and I’ll let you know if I’m free.”
“Something tells me Jean would be very happy to see you there,” Sasha chuckled, you giggling in response to her suggestive comment. The two of you picked through the selection of skimpy clothing, taking it up the cashier to check out.
You walked out of the store together, giggling over small banter. Your trip to the mall was quick after that, and in the end you held a grip full of medium sized paper bags, walking outside the mall with Sasha.
“Oh, hey!” Sasha suddenly quipped, placing her bags on the sidewalk, pulling her phone out of her crossbody bag. “We should take a picture!”
“Sasha I’m not even wearing lipstick,” you half heartedly complained, getting ready to pose next to your best friend.
“Literally, you’re so fucking hot,” she deadpanned, turning her head to look you directly in the eyes. “Shut up and get in, bitch.”
You threw your head back in laughter, leaning in on the left side of her frame, pushing your hair framing your face behind your ear. You smiled widely while Sasha did the same, hearing a soft click of her phone, indicating the photo was taken. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, bringing it out to see a notification stating she had posted it to her story. You’d repost it to your story later after you grabbed food, you decided, the conversation turning to the topic of where the two of you would eat before heading back to your apartment to get drunk in celebration of your semesters ending.
Eren and his two friends sat crowded in Jean’s dorm room bathroom, passing around a blunt. He could hear Connie coughing harshly as it was passed to Eren, the boy taking a deep drag of the backwoods cigarillo. Exhaling slowly, Eren brought his phone out of his hoodie pocket to open it up to change the song playing, his phone instantly opening to Instagram.
Distracted now by his favorite obsession, he glanced at the stories section, her name front in the line, glowing in that now familiar pink and purple circle. Eren couldn’t have tapped faster, and when he did, his mouth hung open.
“Yo,” Eren spoke loudly, shoving his phone in Jean and Connie’s faces. “Sasha knows this girl?”
“Yeah, they’re like best friends,” Connie quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t know her?”
“No, I just saw we had mutual friends,” Eren’s eyebrows knitted together. “How come we’ve never hung out with her before?”
“I don’t know actually,” Jean said, exhaling the blunt after it was passed to him from Eren’s fingertips. “I had a class with her this semester, she seems nice.”
“You’re only saying that because she’s hot,” Connie chuckled. “I bet you’ve never even talked to the girl.”
Jean’s face ignited in a fierce blush as he found interest in the ceiling tiles, “Shut up. It’s harder to talk to girls than it looks. You should know that, Connie.”
“Hey! I talk to girls!” Connie leaned up from his seated position on the floor.
“Idiots,” Eren sighed, rolling his eyes. “Neither of you have any game.”
“Not all of us are as gifted as you are, Eren,” Connie protested, a smirk spreading across his lips. “You could talk to a fucking mouse and it’d figure out someway to talk back.”
Eren rolled his eyes again, harder this time, “You just talk to girls like they’re human beings, it’s not that fucking hard.”
“Oh yeah? Betcha’ won’t be saying that whenever you see that girl around,” Jean teased, finally passing the blunt to Connie in the rotation, Connie muttering something about hogging it.
Eren shifted uncomfortably on the closed toilet seat, “Whatever, Jean.”
“Speak of the fucking devil!” Jean shouted, scaring the very high pair of boys at the suddenness. “Sasha just texted me asking if she can bring her this weekend to the cabin!”
Eren’s heart erupted into a flutter of uneven beats, his face heating up. This girl he had been drooling over was going to be at a party, with him? He suddenly felt like a teenager, the idea of seeing his precious addiction face to face giving him full blown anxiety.
Soft thuds of the bass of the stereo filled the room, catchy pop music drawing Eren out of his stupor to gaze hastily around the room, searching.
“What’s up with you tonight?” Armin had asked him, drawing his attention away once again. “It’s been an hour since the party started and you’ve barely drunk anything.”
Taking note of the full red solo cup in his hand, flickering his gaze between the liquid and his best friend, Eren shrugged and tipped the rim back in his lips, opening his throat and taking large gulps until the cup was empty. “Happy?”
Armin laughed loudly, although only having two strong drinks, his best friend was beginning to feel the numbness of intoxication, “You’re really out of it tonight, everything alright?”
“Yeah I’m fine, just waiting for the smoke sesh so I’m not cross faded,” Eren smirked, lying easily. “Last time I got too drunk and decided to rip Jean’s bong, I woke up in some random front yard with one shoe on.”
Armin shook his head in disbelief, “You really need to start making better life choices, Eren.”
Eren shook the empty solo cup in front of his friend, “I’m trying here.”
Truthfully, the reason Eren wasn’t halfway to getting shit faced was because he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the girl of his dreams. She still hadn’t shown up yet, and Eren was getting anxious that she wasn’t going to show. Sasha and Mikasa hadn’t shown up yet either, which gave him a resemblance of hope that the three of you were together, and on your way currently to the party. His heart thudded heavily in his ribcage as he heard the jingle of the front door turn, and his attention was fully concentrated on the door frame ahead of him. His jaw dropped at the sight, his breath caught in his throat.
You asked Sasha earlier that day what you should wear to the party, and Sasha had just waved and told you whatever you felt looked the best. Not exactly helpful, you had just decided on black ripped jeans and a low cut shirt, paired with your favorite leather jacket and trusty Vans. You felt incredibly undressed as Sasha drove to Mikasa’s house, watching her modelesque frame saunter out her front door towards the back car doors.
“Mikasa, you could make a paper bag look hot,” you showered her with appreciation, her face blushing in response as she tugged her long sleeved body con dress towards her knees. “Fuck, should I have worn a dress? How nice is everyone else dressed?”
Sasha couldn’t have given two fucks about how she dressed in front of her friends, adorned in blue skinny jeans and a causal crop top, although her face was beat to the Gods, “Shut the fuck up, you’re one to talk about making paper bags look good. Besides, knowing the boys they probably made minimal effort, probably all wearing sweatpants.”
The three of you snickered at this, and Sasha pushed the car into drive and set out on your 45 minute journey into the mountains. Nerves hadn’t set in until you were face to face with the cabin door, nervous that the girls’ friends weren’t going to like you. Putting a brave face on, Mikasa grasped the door knob and pushed it open, the three of you gliding in.
Eren honestly had wanted to drop down to his knees and kiss the ground you walked on. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Your eyes were searching, for what neither of you knew, until your eyes had finally landed on him. You smiled politely, moving your hand up in a quick wave to both him and Armin.
Eren couldn’t fathom moving any single part of his body, so awestruck by you. Jean shook Eren out of his dumbstricken state with a hard pat to his shoulder, “Why don’t you go introduce yourself, Eren?”
“Fuck off, horse face,” Eren spat, trying to will himself to either make strides towards you or to break his gaze, neither working. “Why don’t you?”
“I’d love to,” he smiled wickedly, inspired by liquid courage to lock arms with Eren and force him closer to the trio of girls that had finally made their appearance. Armin followed behind, Connie emerging out of the bathroom to give his hello’s to his best friend Sasha and company.
Eren could hear his heart beat in his ears as he stopped right in front of you, forcing his mouth closed in a tight lipped grimace. He felt like a fucking teenager with a crush.
“Hi,” you introduced yourself, smiling widely. “It’s so nice to finally meet you guys!”
“Nice to meet you too!” Armin spoke up, oblivious to his friends’ reaction to the fresh pretty face of yours.
Jean and Connie wouldn’t admit it, but they were feeling their own nervousness. Jean’s out of guilt as he scanned your body top to bottom, Connie’s natural shyness kicking in due to the newcomer. Both were able to overcome it though, and offer up their own introductions. Your eyes landed on Eren once again, tilting your head, waiting for his intro.
“I’m Eren,” he swallowed. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” you looked down, smiling softly. You raised your hand then, looking up at the boys in front of you, revealing a handle of vodka. “I brought a gift with me too!”
“My kinda girl!” Jean spoke just a bit too enthusiastically. “Shots, shots, shots!”
Connie pumped his fist, chiming in, the rest of the party joining as well as the crowd made their way into the kitchen. Eren purposely hung back, trying to keep as close to you as possible.
“You happen to bring any chasers with you?” he had leaned in, tickling the side of your head with his breath.
“No, I totally forgot,” you sheepishly admitted.
“Looks like we’re all gonna get plastered then,” he chuckled smoothly, sending goosebumps down your body.
“Is it really a party then if at least one person doesn’t have their head in a toilet?” you had easily quipped back, feeling more comfortable now that the introductions were out of the way.
Eren hummed in half hearted agreement, feeling slightly more relaxed himself. Besides, his attention was being grasped by the plastic shot glass being shoved in his hand, as well as your dainty one. The group held up the shot glasses, a few phone cameras capturing the moment to post on their stories, and you all swung your heads back to allow the bitter liquid to trickle down your throats. Eren made a mild face, taking a stolen glance at your own to see your grimace, sticking your tongue out in disbelief at the taste.
Another hour had passed by, and Eren was running out of reasons to follow you around the cabin as you shifted between conversations to get to know the group of friends better. You hadn’t really noticed him trailing behind you, nor did you really care because you were very quickly warming up to Eren. It also didn’t hurt that he looked exceptionally better in person. His hair was lazily swung into a half top bun, wearing a couple of gold chains with his white tee tightly hugging his torso, tucked seamlessly into black ripped jeans displaying his muscular knee caps. Eren was definitely a looker, you shifted your gaze up to his face as he made some witty comment to Sasha, his eyes flickering to your face to catch your reaction.
“Oh my god, there was this one time,” Sasha spoke your name. “She had gotten so high during last year’s spring break, and the two of us and Mikasa came up with the brilliant idea of becoming one with nature. So, naturally, we ran to Walmart and bought this tent on clearance. Turns out it was made for kids, so none of us actually fit inside when we got back to Mikasa’s house. Mikasa and I curled up in a ball, surrounded by snacks, and this smart girl over here decided it was the best choice to just lay out on the lawn and pass out.”
“I wanted to watch the sun rise!” you laughed, trying to quickly explain yourself to Eren’s amused smirk. “And the grass was just so nice that night!”
“The grass was basically straw,” Sasha countered teasingly. “Twenty degrees outside, absolutely freezing. She was MIA for like a week afterwards with a cold.”
You shrugged carelessly, “Worth it.”
Now the two of you had sleeping on lawns in common? Eren scoffed inwardly. Yup, it was official, you were his soulmate. Still though, the topic of why you were so casual in person while your naked pictures existed online tickled his thoughts. He was hoping that somehow it’d get brought up naturally in conversation, saving himself the embarrassment if you were to get offended by his questioning. So far it seemed you liked him, not having said a word about him trailing after you like a lost puppy. Jean had been sending him knowing looks all night, Connie shooting two thumbs up at Eren while Armin looked on in confusion.
Mikasa had strolled out of the bathroom finally, joining the trio who stood casually in the living room, simply stating, “I’m starving. You guys think they deliver pizza out here?”
Sasha’s eyes widened in excitement, “I don’t care if it takes an hour to get here. We’re ordering right now.”
Already ahead of the two, your phone was pulled out in your hands to open up the Dominoes app, punching in the location of the party and placing the order online. Eren watched this all, peering over your hands to see the total.
“Guys, we should chip in,” Eren called out, grabbing the boys’ attention. “We’re ordering pizza.”
“No, no!” you protested, confirming the order. “It’s really fine, my treat.”
“But that’s really expensive,” he frowned, the group all joined together in the living room.
“Don’t worry, she’s got that OnlyFans money,” Sasha waved off Eren’s concern.
“OnlyFans?” Armin questioned, darting his eyes in between Sasha and you. “What’s that?”
Jean hid his blushing cheeks and your eyes flickered to him, then back to Armin, “I sell naked pictures online.”
“So what, a bunch of old guys give you money?” Armin had asked innocently, not judgemental in the slightest.
You giggled, relieved he wasn’t asking in a demeaning manner, “Actually, you’d be really surprised about who you know follows me. There’s a lot of people from school.”
Eren’s blood ran cold as he felt a sudden onset of embarrassment. Did that mean you had known this entire time Eren was one of these followers? If you did, you didn’t let on to it, smiling shyly as the questions ended. Eren hadn’t been done with the conversation, but pride from exposing himself in front of his friends kept his mouth shut.
It was around one in the morning when the party was at its peak. Sasha was being held up by her legs by Connie as she did a keg stand, you and the group cheering the girl on in your own drunken hazes. She tapped the large can, indicating she was finished, Connie settling her down on solid ground as she belched loudly.
“That was fucking awesome, Sasha!” you giggled, throwing your arms up and around her. You were definitely feeling the shots you had been feeding yourself all night, holding your red solo cup high above the girl so it wouldn’t slosh on her.
“You should totally try it!” she encouraged devilishly.
You pouted then, taking a moment to consider, “I’ve never done a keg stand before, what if I can’t do it?”
“I’ll help you!” Eren all but pounced on the opportunity, your smile turning into a tipsy giggle. “It’s not that hard, you just keep chugging until you can’t anymore. I’ll hold you, you got this.”
You lightly blushed, nodding your head at the encouragement, bringing a fist to your chest as a salute, “I’ll do it! We gotta’ put on a cool song though, if I’m going to fail miserably I might as well have a good song to do it to.”
Mikasa volunteered, as she was already DJ, having the best music taste out of everyone in the group. She dug her phone out of her pocket, switching over to a ‘Pursuit of Happiness’ remix. Connie whooped at the choice, and everyone began to chant your name as you hovered by the keg, very nervous. Eren then placed his large hand on the small of your back, leaning in to reassure you once again. You gulped, nodding that you were ready to get into position.
“Okay, so you’re going to lean your arms on the top of the can, and I’ll grab your legs. Like when you were a kid and you’d do that stupid wheelbarrel thing,” Eren easily explained, chuckling lightly. “Use your hands to let me know when you’re done.”
You did as you were told, resting your upper body against the keg as Eren hooked his arms around your calves. He couldn’t help but admire how strong your legs felt in his grasp, and how right it felt to finally have some bodily contact. He had been trying to figure out a natural way all night, and he was bubbling over in excitement, the chance had arisen, glorious in the promise of touch.
You placed your lips hesitantly around the tap, opening it up into your mouth, and began to chug. ‘Chug, chug, chug!’ was chanted all around you, even Mikasa joining in on the fun. Fists bumped in the air, and you felt like the coolest fucking person in the world. Doing a keg stand wasn’t exactly in your goals list, but fuck did it feel like it should’ve been as your ego inflated.
“That’s it, you’re doing great!” Eren’s thumbs brushed the inside of your knees, leaning in to whisper. “Good girl.”
You sputtered around the tap, choking harshly. You removed your mouth quickly to gasp for air, and the tap shot up all over your shirt, jacket long forgotten resting on the sofa in the living room. Eren moved your legs down to the floor quickly seeing this, and wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you as your arm shot out to grab onto something, in this case his other arm.
“You alright?” Jean asked, a look of concern washing over his features as you finally got some air into your lungs.
“Yeah,” you coughed again, blushing in embarrassment. “I definitely made a mess though.”
“I brought some extra clothes with me,” Eren offered quickly. “One of these idiots always manages to somehow spill something within the first hour of drinking. I’ll show you where my bag is at.”
You smiled in appreciation, biting your tongue to accuse him of purposely throwing you off your game with his little praise that had your knees buckling. He unwound his arm, taking your hand and leading you to the staircase by the entryway, your smaller form following behind him as he thudded up the stairs. Three doors greeted you at the top, and he led you into the master bedroom, plainly decorated and lacking personal belongings. You watched as he chucked a duffle bag onto the mattress, unzipping it and going through his clothes. He found a sweatshirt, smirking inwardly as it had been one of his old sports ones with his last name embroidered on the back. Proud he could provide a claim to you, he extended it to you, and you gladly accepted it.
“Well, you did really well in the beginning there,” he chuckled, whisking his stray baby hairs behind his ear. “Sucks about the shirt though. The first time I tried to do a keg stand, I barfed everywhere.”
You laughed lightly, fingering the hem of your shirt, “I guess it could’ve been a lot worse. Still, at least I can check this off my bucket list.”
Eren’s eyebrows shot into his hairline as you lifted your shirt to reveal your bare stomach, and he whisked his body completely around so you didn’t see his reddened cheeks, “You could’ve asked me to leave.”
Behind him, you let a mischievous smirk cross your lips, “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”
Eren’s mouth fell open at your bold statement, letting his words leave before he could stop them, “You know?”
“Of course,” you discarded the sodden shirt to the floor, sitting on the bed instead of tossing the sweatshirt on. “You’re my favorite viewer.”
He caught your movement in the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to take in the sight. Fuck, you were even more beautiful in person. Your bra was white and pretty and dainty, pushing your tits together, accentuating cleavage that Eren wanted to bury his face in. His gaze moved up to your face, smiling so innocently at him as he let out a dark chuckle, “Is that so?”
You hummed, leaning back to expose your form a bit more, feeling confident from the alcohol, “You like every one of my pictures, you buy all my content, you’re pretty cute, of course you’re my favorite.”
Eren’s ego soared as he turned his body completely towards you, taking a small step forward, “You’re just so beautiful, how could I not? I do have to ask this though, how come you never answered any of my messages?”
“Oh, my DMs are broken. Instagram doesn’t let me view them or respond,” you explained easily. “You know, you could’ve hit me up on OnlyFans, I definitely would have answered you.”
A blush crept up on Eren again as he averted his gaze to the floor, “I didn’t think about that.”
You giggled softly, “What’d you send me anyways?”
“I asked you out on a date,” he admitted, growing more nervous. “Told you that you were really pretty. Y’know, stuff you probably get all the time.”
“Most of my messages are from guys trying to take me out drinking and to get a quick fuck,” you scoffed. “Y’know, if the offer is still on the table, I’d really like to take you up on it.”
“Really?” Eren’s eyes met yours in surprise, you watched his Adam’s apple bob along his throat as he gulped. “You’d want to go out with me?”
“Yeah, who else is going to hold me up when I try to do a keg stand again?” you smiled sheepishly, batting your eyelashes. Eren’s hands twitched at his sides, fuck, you were so pretty.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked seriously, his gaze hardening as he felt a wave of possessiveness. In his mind, you were already his girlfriend. You had accepted his date, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to push his luck further.
Eren had never felt the way he feels right now. He took immediate notice of your blushing cheeks, your confident lean turn into a shy arch as you pushed your body into a hunched over seating position. Eren had experience with girls, that everyone knew as a fact, he was very far from being a virgin. You made him feel like a fucking virgin, heart beating wildly in his chest. All he wanted to do was to grab you and hide you away for his own greedy pleasure, the darkest parts of his mind tickled by the thought. He had laid a claim to you way before he had ever met you, and he wouldn’t let you escape now that he had you here, alone.
You didn’t answer his request, you pushed yourself off the mattress and met his staggering stance halfway. Unknown to his wicked thoughts, his past month of obsessing of you, you leaned up, gently brushing your lips against his. No one had ever asked you this simple question before, instead just taking the action as if they had owned you, and you thought to yourself that you could really love this boy who presented himself so innocently to you.
The soft placement of your lips to his was not enough, and Eren buried his mouth with your own, moving both of his hands to cup your face. He could feel your jaw beneath the pads of his fingertips as you attempted to meet his pace, sensual and passionate. The need for air forgotten for the both of you, sucking in deeply through your noses as the space continued to close between your bodies.
“Gonna take you someplace real nice,” muttered Eren as he pulled away slightly to gaze his half lidded eyes on your fluttering eyelashes, your gaze now hidden from him. “I know you like that one place in the city, I saw your little post of you wearing that tight dress. You looked so fucking pretty.”
Tingles shivered up your bones, a sharp intake of breath as you fluttered your eyes open to take in his deep lustful expression, “I’ll wear it for you, if you want.”
“Wear my necklace too.”
You pulled away completely this time, baffled, “Your necklace?”
“The one with the ‘E’ on it,” he breathed, moving forward to accommodate the sudden distance, his lips meeting the corner of your mouth. You realized then what he was referring to, a small smirk uplifting his kiss. You wouldn’t tell him though that the necklace in question was just some random trinket with no meaning you had purchased, or that you hadn’t even recognized the pretty cursive as a letter. You figured out very quickly Eren’s little crush was a bit more involved than just him attached to your hip at this party. No, it was way deeper than that. All of the likes, the money, the new information of messages made sense to you. Eren had believed you were his, and he had sought out confirmation all night to prove it.
“Okay,” you played along to his fantasy, an expert since it was your job online already to provide this to your viewers. “What else do you want me to wear?”
“There’s this one set of lingerie,” Eren was the one to pull back now, letting his teal eyes trail downwards to your chest, displeased by the lack of skin shown to him in that instance. “The black lacy one, fuck, wear that. You look so fucking sexy in that.”
“You don’t like when I wear white?” you pouted, bringing your hands to rest against the peak of your breasts, framing them like a picture.
“I like anything you wear,” a smirk crossed his features, eyes locked in on your tits. “Or what you don’t wear.”
You were met with two choices then. One, kiss Eren and get dressed and save yourself for your date, or two, fulfill his now present fantasy of his that was beginning to morph into your own. You mentally battled the decision in your mind, feeling the desire curl in your stomach at each option. If you were to give in now, Eren might not want to continue to chase after you, the promise of an actual date forgotten. Not to mention the party of people down stairs, the thud of music softened behind the closed door of the bedroom indicating it was still in full swing. Eren saw your hesitation, and let his hands travel to your elbows comfortingly.
“I know we technically just met,” he started, eyes now locked in on yours in genuine honesty. “But I really like you. You’re all I’ve thought about for the past month, so if you don’t feel comfortable going any further, that’s okay, I’ll wait. I’ve waited this long.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you bit your lip as you watched his teal orbs flicker to your mouth. “It’s just — oh God, this is embarrassing to talk about so soon.”
“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t judge,” he cooed, bringing just a hand up to soothe over your cheek.
“I’m not exactly quiet,” you admitted, gesturing towards the floor. “I don’t really want to be the girl who fucks someone at the first party they show up to.”
Eren hadn’t predicted you to be loud in his fantasies, but he was really wishing he had. He held back a groan at your confession, images of what could be filling his dirty mind, “Fuck, okay, no problem. I don’t have any condoms with me anyways.”
“Actually,” you drawled. “I’m on the pill, so as far as that goes, that doesn’t really matter. I’m clean too, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
Boxes were being ticked quickly off of Eren’s checklist, and he let his jaw hang open, “I’m clean too, I don’t fuck anyone without a condom, to be honest.”
I’m going to fuck her raw, is all that was going through his mind. Treat her so good, take her out wearing her pretty little dress and treat her like a fucking princess.
“Please tell me you’re free tomorrow,” Eren pleaded. “I’ll take us fucking anywhere you want.”
“I am, actually,” you batted your eyelashes.
“Cool,” he muttered, beginning to feel drawn into your lips again. As you began to lean back in, a sharp knock sounded at the door.
“Hey! Everything alright?” you both froze, recognizing the voice as Armin’s. Of course he’d be the only one to dare interrupt, and the party below had discouraged him. Eren had taken you upstairs, and while they were all aware of the possibility of the two of you would be hooking up, Armin was more concerned that one or both of you had gotten sick and were in need of help.
“Yeah, we’re fine! Be out in a second!” Eren shouted, feeling suddenly frazzled from the intense interaction between you two. If Armin had opened the door, seeing the two of you locked in together so closely, making out feverishly, it would be completely mortifying. Especially since it wouldn’t be the first time Armin had accidentally seen his best friend in a suggestive situation.
You pecked his lips quickly then, breaking out of his embrace to throw his sweatshirt over your head. Eren was counting backwards in his head to rid himself of the half erection in his pants, nearly impossible as he thought about how pretty you looked in his clothing.
“C’mon,” you tugged at his hand, urging him to follow you back downstairs. “We have a pizza to eat and friends to convince that we definitely didn’t just fuck for ten minutes.”
The group hadn’t made a single comment when you two rejoined the party, only just knowing smirks from Jean and Connie to Eren. Sasha had wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you quickly pulled her and Mikasa into the bathroom to recap what had just occurred upstairs. The girls clapped drunkenly at your news of a date, incredibly excited that their best friend was finally going out with a boy. The night had ended around three in the morning, bodies scattered throughout the house to pass out wherever they pleased. Eren had continued to stay by you the rest of the night, this time, not shy at all as he stole touches to your back. And when it came time to pass out, you felt smugness as he rested his head on your back while you laid on your side on the same bed upstairs, his arm thrown tightly around your waist. Sasha curled up in front of you, your own head snuggling into her shoulder as the room spun you into a deep slumber.
You sat at a vanity in your apartment bedroom the next evening, applying various makeups to your face. Mikasa had awoken you and Sasha pretty early the next morning, wanting to go home so she could get ready for her job. Eren snored quietly behind you as you tried your best to maneuver out of his grasp, and the three of you cleaned up the cups and plates scattered around the house as a thank you to Jean for the invitation. Sasha had driven you all the way back to your place when you realized you were still wearing Eren’s hoodie, and you smirked. Now he definitely had a reason to get you on this date tonight, you had something that belonged to him.
When Eren had woken up, he truly believed for a few minutes that you had just been a dream. Pictures and videos posted all over Instagram had shown him differently though, the two of you leaning against each other on the leather couch smiling drunkenly on Armin’s story had his heart pounding. His arm was around your shoulders, your head was tilted in the crook of his neck, and then Eren remembered that he was going to see you again tonight. He took a screenshot before the story moved on to a video of the group in a heated discussion about music tastes, a quiet chuckle made its way out of his throat as he recounted memories that would become very fond to him.
He had posted the picture then to his Instagram, a few others followed after that included him and his other friends. Eren tagged all of the people, but most importantly, the picture of the two of you was the first in the line up of the photo set. A few messages hit his inbox after he hit the post button, some classmates asking if you were his girlfriend, because you were wearing his sweatshirt in the photo. He decided to not respond, because as much as he wanted to tell them yes, he knew he’d be jumping the gun. His heart raced as a notification popped up — you had liked the picture, and added a comment, ‘last night was a movie’ with a kiss emoji. When he refreshed the page, your lit up story showed him that you had even reposted his photo set. His ego soared, his affections no longer one sided, and he couldn’t fucking wait to take you out later and show you the best time he could.
Eren had gotten your phone number from Sasha not long before your date, asking for your address and trying to pick out a time to head out to dinner. You tapped a response quickly, and looked at the clock to gauge how much time you’d need to be fully ready. That had been about three hours ago, your body had been scrubbed and shaved, hair curled prettily down your back as you added the final touches of lipstick to your lips. The dress Eren had talked about was laid out on your perfectly made bed, a pretty satin champagne colored fabric, and your apartment was fairly clean, fully expecting his company after the date of all went well. You dressed yourself easily, slipping on black heels when you heard the chime of your phone, letting you know Eren was awaiting you outside.
When the elevator doors chimed open as you walked into your lobby, you saw from the entrance doors Eren leaned back casually against the Uber he had offered to pay for. His attention immediately focused on your form as you exited your building, his gaze flickered all over your body.
“You look incredible,” Eren easily complimented, pushing himself up to stand straight. He leaned in to kiss your blushing cheek as you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’, and he pulled the door handle of the sleek black car, ushering you inside. He slammed it closed after you had positioned yourself comfortably, giving the driver a soft greeting as Eren circled around the back, getting in on the opposite side. The directions were already plugged into the driver’s GPS, and it took less than twenty minutes to get to the restaurant in question.
This gave you enough time to take in Eren’s appearance, and damn if you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to do so, the sight practically mouth watering. His hair hung low in a messy bun, a few complementary strands hanging out to frame his sharp jawline. His torso was adorned in a sheer white long sleeve button up, a small portion of his chest revealed as he had left the top buttons alone, chains hanging against his collarbones, silver in color this time. Black slacks that tightened around his thighs and calves had you biting your lip in appreciation, his legs spread as he took up space in the backseat.
“Staring isn’t very polite,” he had leaned in, taking notice of your devouring gaze.
“Stop dressing like a whore and maybe I won’t stare,” you teased back, chuckling quietly when he swatted your exposed thigh lightly. He kept his hand there for the rest of the drive, enjoying the comfortable silence as the quiet hum of the radio filled in the gaps.
When the Uber had slowed to a stop outside of the fancy restaurant Eren had insisted taking you to, he swung the door open before you had a chance to reach for the handle on your side. He raced to the other side of the car, pulling open the door and extending his hand out for you to grasp onto. You circled your fingers around his palm, and he tightened his grasp as you swung your legs over the flooring, and stood before him. The two of you thanked the driver, and he sped away shortly after. Hand still locked in with yours, Eren led the way inside the opened doors of the restaurant. Inside, a hostess wearing a very classy black uniform greeted the two of you.
“Reservation for Eren,” he spoke smoothly, and your eyes widened in surprise, expecting to have sat and waited for at least a half an hour before you had been seated.
“Right this way,” she smiled politely, two menus in her hands as she welcomed you into the dining area. You followed behind Eren, realizing that this place must’ve been a lot more expensive than you originally had gauged. All the guests appeared in their very best formal attire, and the chatter was soft as the beautiful notes of a piano resounded throughout the space. While you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the music was coming from, you had a strong feeling that there was a physical player somewhere in the midst, it sounded so clear and professional. When the hostess had sat you down in a booth secluded against the furthest set wall, she smiled politely once more and informed you that the waiter would be with you soon.
“Eren,” you hissed as you sat opposite of his smirking form. “This place is stupid fancy!”
“Don’t worry about it,” he waved easily. “I got it, I promise.”
“How are you able to afford this? I’ve got a little bit of money and even I couldn’t go some place this nice,” you questioned, feeling a small pang of guilt. He was going to go broke trying to treat you to a very nice, albeit expensive, meal.
“My dad is a doctor,” he shrugged, picking up the menu and eyeing over their drink selection. “He sends me money whenever I come around and help around his office.”
“Following in the family footsteps?” you tried at the conversation, realizing you virtually knew nothing about the boy in front of you.
“Nah, I’m more into the business side of things,” he smiled up at you then, showing off his pearly white teeth. “What about you? What are you majoring in?”
You spoke of your major, Eren carefully listening in of your passions and your goals for your future ahead. He was pleased to hear that you were ambitious, smiling as he was enamored by your speech. Not that he minded a single bit about your online job, but to hear that you had a legitimate career goal soothed his worries.
A finely dressed waiter greeted you shortly, introducing himself and taking the both of your orders in one go, and stole away the menus. The rest of the date flew by quickly, tipsy from your cocktails and full of giggles as the two of you got to know one another. Although Eren was already knowledgeable about a number of your likes and dislikes and personality quirks due to Instagram, you had the undisguisable pleasure of learning his right then and there.
“So,” you leaned your elbows onto the table, resting your chin atop of your closed fists. “Tell me, how many girls have you taken here before?”
“Not a single one,” he chuckled lowly, passing the black booklet encasing his credit card as the waiter stopped at the table. “This is actually my first time taking anyone out somewhere so fancy. Usually I just hang out at the more lowkey spots around campus.”
“I would’ve been totally okay with going somewhere like that instead,” you frowned, that same guilt flooding back to your stomach. Eren hadn’t even let you see the bill before he had given it away, so you were completely ignorant as far as how far the total rang up. “You really didn’t have to take me out to such an expensive place.”
He rolled his eyes playfully, smirking as he did so, “Had to take my favorite girl somewhere nice, show you off in that gorgeous dress of yours.”
You blushed, moving your fists to hold your cheeks to try and contain the heat, “Fine, but next time, I want to see one of these ‘lowkey spots’.”
“Next time, huh?” Eren mused cockily.
“Yes, I guess I had a really great time tonight, consider yourself honored,” you giggled half heartedly.
“Oh believe me, I do.”
Eren had walked you to the front door of your apartment like the gentleman he was. Really, he was just trying to procrastinate leaving you, not wanting the night to be over with quite yet. Luckily, you were on the exact same page as he stood awkwardly behind you while you unlocked your front door.
You turned, an eyebrow raised, “Well? Are you coming in or what?”
“Say less,” he sighed in relief, following your sauntering frame inside your apartment. He was initially impressed as you flicked the light switch on the wall up, illuminating your precious space. Very clean and organized, he felt a pang of jealousy, knowing his own dorm room was scattered with clothes and empty water bottles. If he had only seen what your living space looked like before you had straightened up, he might have felt better about himself.
“I have some róse in the fridge,” you offered, making your way to the kitchen. “Would you like a glass?”
“No lie, that’s literally my favorite wine,” Eren groaned. “How are you this perfect?”
You laughed loudly, grabbing two wine glasses from your cabinet, opening your fridge and retrieving the bottle. Filling the glasses generously, you left the bottle on your kitchen counter and turned around, Eren a lot closer than where you had left him a moment ago. You extended his cup, which he graciously took and sipped. You mirrored him, gulping down your own mouthful.
“Y’know,” he started, gazing around your kitchen space. “For all that talk of mimosas in your Instagram bio, I really expected there to be a lot more pictures of you drinking them.”
You chuckled once again, “Believe me, I have plenty of orange juice, vodka, and champagne here. We had such a classy dinner, I thought I’d try and match it with some wine. Besides, vodka brings out the worst in me.”
“Ah, lady in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes, swatting his bicep harmlessly. “I get what you’re about at brunch with the girls.”
“If I had a nickel for every time Mikasa had to peel me and Sasha off the pavement after mimosas and scones, I’d be fucking rich,” you giggled once again, raising the glass to your lips.
“I’m really surprised we hadn’t met each other before last night, especially because Mikasa and I have been best friends since we were little,” Eren raised an eyebrow. “She’s basically my sister, and never once did she say anything about you, I only met Sasha because Connie’s attached to her hip and they share the same brain cell.”
“If it makes you feel better, I only knew Jean existed because we had a class together this semester,” you shrugged, purposefully leaving out the part where he consumed your content almost as much as Eren did.
“And of course me,” Eren smirked cheekily. “Because I’m your favorite viewer, like you said.”
“Don’t make me regret telling you that,” you pointed your glass towards him in a fake threat.
“It’s okay, you’re my favorite girl, so it evens itself out,” Eren placed his half drunk glass on the counter top, his gaze much more seductive. “Besides, you wore my necklace like I asked, I gotta tease you a little bit.”
“I wore pretty much everything you wanted me to,” you smirked, copying his actions and settling your own cup down.
“Did you now?” he took long strides to stand in front of you, toying with the necklace that he had laid claim over.
“I can show you, if you want to see,” you leaned up with full intentions of capturing his kiss.
“There’s nothing else I would rather do, pretty girl,” Eren cooed, licking his lips before meeting you in the middle. His arms circled around your waist, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as the pace started out slowly. Gentle was not what either of you wanted though, the desperation seeping in fast as his fingers explored your sides.
“Bedroom,” you gasped as he removed his lips and attached them to your jaw. He had no qualms of fucking you right out here in the kitchen, so he made no effort to move. Realizing you had to take the reins, you moved backwards from Eren, smirking as he groaned from the sudden distance. His eyes followed you predatorily as he began to chase after you, your back meeting the wooden paneling of your bedroom door. He attempted to recapture your mouth, but your hand was faster in turning the door knob, and you began to lead him back until your mattress met the backs of your knees.
“Want you to show me what you’re wearing under that dress,” Eren demanded, playing with the short hem that rested on your thighs.
You nodded, giving him the silent okay to take off the fabric encompassing your frame. You turned so your back faced him, moving your hair out of the way so he could unzip the back. His eyes followed as he fingered the silver zipper, agonizingly teasing himself as more and more was revealed to him. Seeing the straps of the black lace he had requested drunkenly the night before, his patience snapped as he pulled the metal piece down faster. You slid the tiny straps off your shoulders at the sweet feeling of release, and Eren’s dick was rock fucking solid as it pooled around your feet, you kicked the silky fabric to the side and faced him once more.
“You’re wearing everything I told you to,” he stated, drinking in the sight of your scantily clad body. “Good girl.”
You bit back an embarrassing moan at his praise, feeling the heat pool between your thighs. It came as such a shock to you to be so reactive to his words, and it came slamming into you that maybe you weren’t as vanilla as you had previously believed. You had a kink! It all made so much sense, why you felt such pride and arousal from complete strangers giving you their attention and compliments online. You yearned for it, craved the affections, and now that Eren stood in front of you, more than willing to shower you with pretty words, all the moisture in your mouth dried up. You wanted him so fucking bad.
Eren’s hands met the naked skin of your waist as his palms etched over your soft stomach. They met in the middle of your back, leaning your back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of you, a single hand coming up to work on discarding his button up. You rushed to help, pads of your fingers working the buttons open until he revealed his bare chest, his chains hanging above you. He worked his arms out quickly, tossing the fabric onto the floor. He brought his lips to yours, this kiss much more desperate and needy than the previous ones. His hands explored every inch of your body, the tops of your thighs to the swell of your breasts. He tugged on the soft lace at the top, slowly bringing the black fabric down to expose the complete fullness of your breasts. A sight familiar yet somehow new made Eren groan, the pads of his thumbs brushing against your pretty nipples, instantly hardening them.
You moaned lightly, throwing your head back and arching your back into his touch. How many times had Eren pictured you just like this?
“I fucked my fist so many fucking times thinking about you,” he confessed as he pressed slow open mouthed kisses to your collarbone. “You have no idea what your pictures did to me, no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
He leaned his bottom half forward, pressing his thick clothed erection into the meat of your thigh. You let out a whimper, head foggy as his words made your pussy clench around nothing.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he licked a stripe up your neck, leaving a wet saliva trail as he wrapped his lips around where he could feel your pulse the strongest. “My pretty girl.”
While Eren wanted to talk about what you did to him, all you could think about was what he was doing to you. The want and need that coursed through your veins was like a drug, you could feel him worming his way into your bloodstream, straight to the center of your heart and out to the warmest parts of your body. And you felt like an addict in that moment too, and every moment you would spend with Eren there after. You could feel his kisses as if he was underneath your skin, his entire body pressed against yours. So, so close, yet not close enough.
“Take off your pants,” you demanded shakily, placing your hands at the button of his slacks. He seemed to be on the same page of you yet again, and he followed his instructions without delay. He kicked out of the tight pants with ease, and you were more than pleased to see he had rid himself of his boxers too when you heard the thick slap of his cock meeting his stomach.
“Oh my god,” you breathed, eyes widened. “Eren, that’s not going to fit.”
“Don’t worry,” he soothed your hair back from your face, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”
He started to move south, licking and giving attention to your right nipple as he did so. While the idea of him giving you thorough attention was erotic, you really wanted to please him for your first time together, unknown to you as Eren had thought the exact same thing, wanting to make you feel so good you’d come crawling back to him for more.
You pushed yourself up into a seating position, Eren’s eyes flickering in confusion as you stood up. This look didn’t last for long as you switched positions, pushing his torso onto the bed as you rested atop of him, feet placed firmly on the ground. His mouth hung open in disbelief as you began to return his assault on his neck, sucking and kissing and even biting along the columns. He let out a shaky groan, unable to hold it back as your hands traveled down his chest to his abdomen, feeling over the muscles there.
“What’re you doing, princess?” Eren questioned teasingly, not trying to get his hopes up on what your plan seemed to be.
“Wanna’ make you feel good,” your eyes flickered up to meet the dark green of his eyes, watching as his pupils expanded as the realization hit him like a brick.
“Fuck, okay,” Eren subconsciously widened his thighs then, bringing himself up to lean on his elbows as your kisses followed shortly behind the trail of your fingers.
Your mouth met the defined muscle of his stomach, and your eyes drifted up to catch Eren’s reaction as you neared closer to his aching cock. His eyes were hardened on you, brows knitted together, he almost looked angry. You kitten licked above his navel, and knew the anger was superficial as he threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan. You leaned your body in closer, pushing your exposed chest against his length. He whipped his head forward again at the contact, his lips opened as he inhaled shaky breaths.
Part of you had kind of wanted to hear Eren beg for your mouth, but the thought had quickly left your head as he entangled his fingers into the back of your scalp, massaging gently as he did so. Without a moment of hesitation, you lowered your face so you were eye to eye with his thick shaft. Honestly, you really hadn’t expected Eren to be this big. You had caught a glimpse of his half erect member tenting in his pants the night before, but as it stood to full attention, you were very much intimidated by the sheer size. You gulped, putting on a brace face as you continued on.
The sound of Eren’s groans growing louder as you licked a bold stripe from the bottom of his base to the tip of his head had stirred your cunt deeply. You were on your knees now, feet tucked up under you when you felt the wet patch of your panties touch the back of your heels. You licked a few more times, your right hand trailing down from his stomach to grip him more upright. You pulled all the saliva in your mouth onto your tongue, and wrapped your lips around his tip while your hand secured a purposeful grip at his base. You started slow, only sucking in your cheeks and moving your tongue along the underside of his head, pumping him at the same pace. You could feel beads of spit meet your knuckles, circling your tongue around the entirety of his fat mushroom tip. You smoothly licked along his slit, collecting his gushing precum and tasting the salty liquid.
Meanwhile as you had just started your worship of his cock, Eren was watching you in disbelief as your eyelashes fluttered along your cheeks, mouth prepping yourself to take in his full length. He had pulled himself into a sitting position now to provide you the best angle he could. He was in complete awe, furrowing eyebrows and his mouth hanging open, he knew in that moment there was absolutely no point of return. He would follow you from here on out, whether it be online or in reality, wherever you would go. Soulmates, he reminded himself while he collected your hair into his fist and away from your mouth. You were his fucking soulmate.
You pressed your knees upward, eyes opening. Eren’s pupils were blown out, his breathing irregular, and you wanted to watch him completely unfold as you angled your head to drop lower onto his shaft, hand working just a little faster.
“Fuck —“ he stuttered, eyes blazing into yours. “That’s it, take all of me, you’re such a good girl.”
You moaned lightly at his praise once again, and Eren’s cock hit the back of your throat. You pulled your lips up slowly, tongue caressing the underside of his member the entire time, and quickly brought your unoccupied hand into a fist. This was the first time you would be trying out this trick, reading it in a magazine since your gag reflex was very strong and this helped soothe the impulse. Eren was not prepared in the slightest as you removed the hand gripping him, letting his dick fall forward a bit more. You took a deep breathe through your nose, spit coating his entire cock now, and pushed your mouth fast back down his shaft.
Eren let out a strangled gasp when your nose brushed against his pelvis, “Holy fucking — fuck. Shit, yeah, just like that. You look so fucking pretty right now.”
Tears were threatening the spill over your lash line and you bobbed your head furiously, taking in as much as you could before you gagged. You stared up at him the entire time, watching his face screw together as you lapped and sucked his cock. Your jaw was aching already from his size, minding your teeth placement as you quickened your pace. You returned your hand to wrap and pump whatever your mouth wasn’t able to reach as you set yourself into a more comfortable pattern. Your other hand cupped his balls, swirling them softly in your palms.
Eren’s fingers yanked you back, his dick falling out of your lips in a soft pop, as you looked up in confusion, “Gonna’ stop you there baby, gonna’ make me cum.”
His hand in your hair guided you back up to his lips, and Eren could taste himself as his tongue pushed through your swollen mouth to enter yours. You moaned into the kiss, so sloppy and messy, you took no notice of Eren’s hands wiping away the leftover dribble on your chin. He yanked you back, a bit rougher this time, and you panted, rubbing your thighs together at the force. He eyed you up, your beautiful tits still on display, the fabric of your lace bra folded underneath them.
“Get naked for me, princess,” he cooed, untangling his fingers from your scalp. You did as you were told, practically ripping the lace set off your body as you soon stood stark naked in front of Eren. He pushed his legs up, joining you. You felt very small then as he towered above you, playing with the tips of your hair, he guided you around until you were forced to lay yourself flat on your back on the mattress once again.
Eren caressed your shins as he stood tall in front of you, never breaking eye contact. You could still see the glistening of your saliva on his cock, and heat continued to pool in between your thighs in anticipation of his next move.
“Look at you,” he whispered, wrapping his fingers on the tops of your bent knees, legs closed together. “So pretty, it almost hurts to look at you.”
His darkened eyes shot down, drinking you all in before settling on your closed legs. With his hands, he gently forced them to part, and he let out a quiet moan at the sight in front of him. Dripping in arousal, almost sparkling and shining like the gem you were, your pussy spread open for him, begging for his attention. His gaze darted up back to your face, trying not to get too carried away as he admired your beautiful body.
Eren let out a dark chuckle, stroking his hands to the meat of your thighs, “You have no idea the things I have planned for us, princess.”
You whimpered, unable to voice a single word. His right hand moved towards your center, and you gasped sharply as he gently grazed your folds with the lightest of touches. His thumb landed a hair above your clit, and you squirmed, desperate now. He circled so slowly on your pearl, gazing on with an inflated ego. Eren wanted you to beg for him, to tell you all about those ideas he had going on in his head while he fucked his fingers into you.
He decided to go easy on you though, you had plenty of time ahead of you to learn exactly what he wanted when it came to the bedroom, he cooed, “I’m gonna’ show you off, just like you deserve. Gonna’ buy you pretty things, treat you like the fucking princess you are — gonna’ be my pretty girl.”
“Please, Eren,” you whimpered, attempting to push your pelvis into his hand, failing miserably as his other one gripped your thigh in place. “I need you.”
“Tell me exactly what you need, baby,” Eren smirked.
“Everything,” you breathed out. “I want you to keep calling me pretty, wan’ you to fuck me.”
“We’ll get to that part soon,” he paused, lowering his head to your inner thigh, getting to his knees on the floor. “Just need to make you feel good first, pretty girl.”
Eren licked a bold stripe up your pussy as you mewled, feeling a shred of relief as the tip of his tongue circled your clit. You felt a bead of saliva, probably mixed in with your own arousal, travel down the seam of your ass. Eren was starving, and you tasted so delicious, a sweet tart flavor exploding across his taste buds. He flattened his tongue, and looked up to watch your gorgeous face as his lips engulfed your clit.
You threw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you attached your hands to your breasts, pulling and tugging on your nipples. He positioned his hands to the back of your thighs then, somehow managing to spread you open even more. The sounds he made in between your folds were wet and sloppy, and he rubbed small circles with the pads of his thumbs into the creases where your legs met your ass.
He never broke away from your face, watching everything unfold before him. Now that you were free from his solidifying grip, your hips were rolling. He watched your ribs expand and fall as you moaned unabashedly, rubbing your cunt into his mouth. Eren had never seen a more beautiful sight, and suddenly, it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. His right hand itched closer to your opening, and you trembled at the prodding of his index fingers. His tongue flopped around sloppily, slurping your bud in between his lips as he entered you slowly, cock pulsing at the feeling of your slick velvety walls greeting his finger.
Here he was, on his knees before you, eyes heavy and swirling because of you. You arched your back as he pumped the single digit in you slowly at first. He felt the tight clench of your walls as his tongue flicked at a certain angle, pleased that he had discovered very quickly how he was going to get you to cum. Eren was impatient, and as much as he wanted to stay between the heat of your thighs for hours if you’d let him, he really needed that orgasm from you. The tip of his pointer finger left you briefly, and you whimpered at the sudden loss, quickly becoming breathless and he slammed it right back in alongside his middle finger. They curled inside of you, brushing right against the soft spongy wall that was your g-spot. You were gushing for him, the sloppy noises of his assaults resounding around the bedroom.
“Fuck, fuck,” you panted, feeling your breasts bounce as he fucked his fingers into you at an alarming pace, tongue following the pattern eagerly. “Oh my god, I’m so close, Eren, I’m gonna’ cum.”
He pulled his mouth back momentarily, voice husky and pleading as he told you, “Cum for me, baby.”
You slammed your hips down onto his knuckles, feeling the underside of his palm and your slick. He had been reduced to curling and angling his fingers inside of you, watching in adoration and awe as you bounced yourself on his fingers, rubbing your pretty pussy against his mouth. Eren had just become a bystander at this point, he was pretty much forced to be stilled as you used his mouth and hands so greedily, feeling an unfamiliar swell in your cunt.
And when your back arched, and your walls clenched so fiercely tight around his drenched fingers, Eren found his forever love. He’d do anything, be anyone, whatever the fuck that was asked of him, to see this sight for the rest of his life. You were vibrating, legs shaking so strongly, Eren had to mentally catch up when he felt a gush of hot liquid soak him. He shifted his gaze down in shock, and holy shit, you were squirting.
You swore you had never orgasmed like this before, it was more than stars you were seeing behind your closed eyelids. It was pure black, absolute nothingness as your brain short circuited. It was like your pussy was taking a deep breath, because when the onset of contractions hit you, you thought you were going to pass out. And poor Eren, who stared dumbly in front of him at how intense your muscles were flexing, was already so deeply in love with you and was confessing his eternal devotion to you in his mind.
When your cunt had settled down, and your hips relented in pushing yourself against Eren’s face and hands, you let out a low moan as he slid his drenched fingers out of you. He stared at his hand, shining with your cum, and flickered his gaze up to you.
“I’m going to fucking marry you,” he growled. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”
You let out an exhausted laugh, “Would you believe me if I told you that was the first time I’ve ever squirted?”
“I’m buying you a goddamn ring tomorrow,” he placed a kiss to your inner thigh, moving his body up to hover above you. Eren’s hands wrapped around your thighs once again, propping your knees to your chest. He saw the slight trace of fear in your eyes, and he paused, “You okay?”
“It’s just,” you gazed at the point between your bodies. “Are you gonna’ fit?”
Eren leaned forward, feeling slightly relieved, his face still dripping in your essence, and he placed a sweet, romantic kiss to your lips, pulling away to murmur, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
You nodded your head, letting the worry roll off your body as one of his hands caressed your cheek, never breaking eye contact with him. The other hand reached in between your centers, grabbing his throbbing cock and sliding himself along your pussy. He was soon coated in your juices, and both of you were letting out quiet moans. As he sunk his tip into your entrance though, you were gasping loudly.
Eren really had wanted to be gentle, he had no intentions whatsoever of hurting you, but he had realized very quickly that you were going to be the one to set the pace in the relationship. Because as soon as half of his shaft was anchored in your heat, your hips slammed upwards to engulf his entire length. He bit back a yelp at the suddenness, fisting the sheets by your waist in a tight grip. If Eren didn’t feel like a virgin before, he sure as fuck did now.
You didn’t realize just how prepped that orgasm had made you, or how sensitive. What you had believed would’ve been pain was insurmountable and mind blowing pleasure, and you smiled in pride as Eren’s jaw fell open. You felt his hands fall from the underside of your thighs, and you took the opportunity, leveraging your legs, and thrusted upwards. Eren bottomed out inside of you, and you winced slightly at the mild pain of his tip meeting the wall of your cervix, the stretch of your walls accommodating him as you fluttered around him.
“You’re so big, Eren,” you moaned out, moving your hands to grasp his flexing biceps. “‘Feels so good.”
Eren was fighting an internal war — go as slow as physically possible as to not bust in your heavenly pussy in three strokes, or give you the best two minutes of your fucking life. Because it was absolutely all way too much, your gorgeous face, your soaked core, the way you gripped his cock so tightly. You were a vixen, Eren’s personal vices wrapped up in one human body. He couldn’t help but take notice of how perfectly your bodies fit together, your pussy made for him.
“Eren, move, please,” you whined, attempting to squirm your hips. He shot a hand down to your hip, stilling you as he gave you a warning glare.
“I’m trying really hard not to cum inside of you right now,” Eren groaned, finally moving his hips. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Making it real hard for me right now.”
Little was Eren aware of your pussy still on edge from the mind blowing power of your first orgasm, and you mouth lolled open as he slowly fucked you. If you were to touch your clit, or have any type of pressure there right now, it would be over for you as well. You’d have all the time in the future to have long, drawn out sex with Eren, but the two of you were just way too turned on and aroused by each other to have anything but heavy and fast sex. With a slight hesitation on your end, also not wanting to cum so quickly around his length, you rocked your hips into his fastening pace.
Eren chose the latter of his two options then, feeling the ridges of your pussy pulse and flutter around his cock. He pulled all the way back, tip daring to fall out of your little hole, and he flung himself right back in to the hilt. He repeated this a few times, and you were trying your best to hold back screams. Eren was drooling at the sight of your pretty pink pussy taking him, sloppy and messy from his saliva and your cum. He brought his attention to your bouncing breasts, molding one into his palm, rolling the nipple in the center.
Eren’s thrusts quickened dramatically, and he knew that your warning from the previous night had been true. You were screaming, calling out his name and several swears and ‘oh my god’s. This only encouraged him more, ego pretty much stroking his own cock as he plunged into you at a dangerous pace. He knew he was going to fast approach his orgasm, but Eren wasn’t stupid either. He could feel the clench tightening around him as he fucked right into that pretty spot inside of you, the way your breathing changed after a few seconds of that. Eren would become your number one expert, knowing every tell tale sign of your body, and what you were feeling. From one orgasm, he knew how your breathing changed, and Eren was determined to take you to those heights again.
Keeping the flick of his hips at the slamming pace he was at, he brought his thumb to your swollen clit. At the impact, your eyes screwed closed over the overwhelming pleasure. You felt a twinge of pain, just so sensitive from how strong you came before, but didn’t stop Eren as he rolled your pearl in fast circles, putting delicate pressure on the very top. It took maybe three strokes of his cock and a slight unsteady irregularity in his pattern to get you right where he had wanted you — desperate to cum alongside him.
“I’m so close, Eren,” you moaned out, lower body buzzing in anticipation.
“I want you to cum on my cock,” he demanded, a shocked moan crawling out of his throat at the first clench. “Oh, fuck, good girl.”
You spasmed under him, eyebrows shooting up in a furrow as you arched your back uncontrollably, the wave of your second orgasm slamming into you like a train. You could hear the squelching of Eren fucking your pussy as you contracted around him, or as he tried to. It was pure ecstasy, a feeling of wholeness filling you entirely. Half way through your orgasm, he grabbed the base of his cock, sliding out of you as he pumped himself fast above you. You held your legs open, breathing heavily as Eren watched your muscles contract in astonishment. He had never made a girl cum like this before, so hard and so visually. Your beautiful face, eyes encouraging him to cum, was all he needed. His dick was covered in you, his fingers sticky and soaked. It was all so fucking sloppy, and the thought and sight of it all caught up to him.
You felt the hot ropes of cum hit your belly, moaning at the sight. Eren was fucking his fist, cock thrusting in his grip like he had been doing in your pussy. His head hung forward, eyes drinking in the entirety of you. He shot his load on your lower half, stroking himself down after a couple of minutes, breathing heavily.
He eyed the box of tissues on your nightstand, and grabbed a few, languidly wiping his cum off of your abdomen as the two of you tried to catch your breath, or bring a ration thought back into your minds.
“We just had porn star sex,” you giggled tiredly.
“Oh yes we fucking did,” Eren smirked. “Not to like hype you up or whatever, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Your pride and ego swelled as he finished wiping up his cum, discarding the tissues in the bin on the floor. He hadn’t given you much time to respond, asking where the bathroom was so he could grab a rag to clean you up. You were humbled, affection rising in your chest when he returned to take care of your exhausted body. No one had bothered with aftercare before, and right then and there, you knew Eren was a keeper.
“Thank you,” you yawned out, stretching your legs in front of you. Eren hung around a little awkwardly, not sure of what to do. “You can spend the night, if you want to.”
He raised his eyebrows, a smile crossing his face, “Do you want me to?”
You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself back until your head met your pillows and lifted your comforter, gesturing for Eren to join you. And that he did, pouncing on the offer and sliding into bed with you, not hesitating for a second to wrap his muscular arms around your waist. He kissed you gently, pulling away to place his lips on your shoulder as you began to drift off.
You awoke alone in your bed, the bright rays of the sun hazy as you blinked the sleep away. You could smell and hear the sizzling of breakfast in your kitchen, your bedroom door swung wide open. You threw your legs over the mattress, stealing a quick look at yourself in the mirror. You cringed at the mascara stains under your eyes, taking a tissue and wiping underneath your lashes to look presentable enough for the man looming in your kitchen. You discarded the tissue, and slid on a pair of fresh panties and Eren’s enormous sweatshirt you had yet to return, and padded your bare feet across your floor to join him.
Eren’s back faced you, his form only clad in a pair of boxers as he focused his complete attention to the frying pans in front of him. You smirked, leaning against your counter, placing your chin in your open hands.
“Good morning, Chef Eren,” you teased, catching him off guard as he jumped a bit.
He turned to face you, hair a complete mess as a boyish smile graced his face, “Morning, princess. I hope you don’t mind my mess.”
“It smells amazing, so I guess I can figure out a way to forgive you,” you sighed dramatically. “Only if there’s coffee involved, though.”
“Way ahead of you,” he moved his legs over to your coffee machine, a pair of steaming muga awaiting his hand. He grabbed one, a plain white mug that matched the rest of your kitchen set, and set it on the counter in front of you.
“If you’re trying to earn extra credit, it’s working,” you said, dumbstriken.
“Gotta’ show you I’m boyfriend material,” he wagged his eyebrows, turning back to the frying pan before cutting the heat off. “I couldn’t find your plates, though.”
“Cabinet above the sink,” you directed, pulling out a stool from underneath your kitchen bar. “Forks and stuff are in the drawer by the refrigerator.”
Eren nodded, collecting two plates and the necessary utensils from their designated areas. The sight of eggs and bacon made your mouth water, and you were about to get a key made specifically for Eren to waltz in every morning to cook you this glorious meal every single day. You thanked him as he set your plate in front of you, and you dug in.
“Eren, it’s so good,” you complimented after chewing. “You really know how to treat a girl.”
He simply laughed, and the two of you fell into a pleasant conversation. And then by the time mid day rolled around, the two of you had talked all about where you’d be spending the evening. The night had ended just like the one before in mind blowing sex, the morning after repeating itself, and again, and again.
A month later, you had updated your Instagram bio. ‘Connoisseur of mimosas, rock and roll, and Eren Jaeger’. And when it had come time to update your OnlyFans content, you were more than happy to have your own personal photographer to use at your discretion. Just as long as you continued to wear his necklace, Eren would take as many pictures as you needed him to, knowing you’d end up in each other’s beds at the end of the session anyways. And he’d continue to follow you, this time though, you’d gladly send him his favorite pictures for free.
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sugar never tasted so sweet
01: it’s a date!
f!reader x msby jackals
tags for this chapter: none!
summary: as a last resort for quick cash, you sign up on a sugar baby website. you are starting to lose hope until a unknown man named yuu aizawa asks to take you to a msby black jackals game. however, you didn’t expect an old friend to notice you.
word count: 3,707
a/n: welcome to the first part of a super long series haha. anyways, thank you for all the love this has received so far! i didn’t expect this kind of response. it might be a while under we get to the smutty parts since I didn’t want this to be a porn without plot kind of thing. almost with every chapter there will be a link to a poll, feel free to vote! I want to make this as interactive as possible with you as the reader. at least for me, i enjoy when the author lets the audience choose what’s next.
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The morning sun peaks through your sheer curtains, such a nice way to start a new day. After doing a quick stretch to loosen your stiff muscles from sleep, you sit down at your messy desk. When you logged into your email and checked the inbox, you knew that you shouldn’t have. Your day was immediately ruined as you clicked on an email from your school labeled important.
Dear Miss Y/L/N,
I hope this email finds you well. Thank you for choosing Kindai University to further your secondary education. Your account has now been updated with the completion of the Fall 2020 semester. Until you pay your remaining dues of 100,000 yen, you are unable to register for the Spring 2021 semester. All of your scholarships and grants have been subtracted from the total amount. If you have any issues or would like to form a payment plan, do not hesitate to schedule an appointment with our Financial Aid office.
Have a good day!
The Dean’s Office
“Have a good day,” yeah right, you think to yourself. Your options are limited to pay off the debt, you can’t get a loan from a bank since your credit is utter crap, all thanks to an old roommate who never paid rent on time. So the only other option would have to be getting a job. You remember how a friend mentioned that a lot of the girls on your campus either have an OnlyFans or a sugar daddy to get some extra cash. Even though you’re pretty sure she was over exaggerating on the “a lot” part, it wasn’t a bad idea. OnlyFans is not ideal since you weren’t quite there yet with being comfortable with yourself. Ultimately you settle on finding a sugar daddy, and you need one quick.
After a couple Google searches and YouTube videos later, you find a website that you deem as safe. As you fill out your profile, the thoughts of insecurity fill your brain, what if no one matches with you? A couple minutes later you begin receiving direct messages from extremely older men, old enough to be your grandfather. In a state of panic, you go back to the settings and change the age range to 18-31. You let out a sigh in relief as men a little bit older than you show up instead.
Most of your matches were definitely scammers and catfishers, thankfully all of your beforehand research pays off. Every site warned you about this, and not to get sucked in the trap, that they’re just trolls wasting your time. You are able to separate those who seem to be real with the technology of reverse image searching, easily sorting out potential contestants.
A few days pass and you are starting to lose hope, the messages seem to bring you nowhere. You decide that it’s the time to admit defeat and start looking at more realistic jobs like retail or fast food instead. How could you be so stupid? You want to punch yourself for thinking you’d find someone so easily. This is something people spend months in preparation for creating the perfect profile, picking out the perfect sugar daddy/mommy, and ultimately getting their checks presigned. Why would you be different from every other person on this website?
The music playing off your phone suddenly pauses, notifying you of a received message. But you haven’t given up hope quite yet, the possibility of it being from the sugar daddy website lingers in your mind. Quickly unlocking the phone, you confirm your suspicions that it is from the sugar daddy website.
“You matched with Yuu Aizawa! Would you like to send a message?”
If it was actually humanly possible, your jaw would have definitely dropped to the ground. The man shown in the pictures is undeniably handsome. He has a sharp jawline, defined bone structure, and with hair slightly greying around his temples. Something different from all of the other men on this website that are either bald or going bald.
As you continue to scroll through his profile you notice that he’s a MSBY Black Jackals fan. Which is not shocking to you since the website pairs your matches based on the selected current location, you are residing in Higashiosaka, the team’s home city. With another reverse image search to make sure some creep isn’t catfishing as him, you discover that he is indeed a real person. This Aizawa man lists himself as the head manager of a financial department at some company’s name you don’t recognize.
Yuu Aizawa: Hi! How are you?
You: I’m doing well, what about yourself?
Yuu Aizawa: I’m alright myself, being busy with work and in need of a vacation haha. I noticed that you’re a Black Jackals fan?
Your mind racks at how he’d know that fact about you, completely forgetting that you added a picture of you to your profile, holding a banner while wearing Sakusa Kiyoomi’s jersey number.
You: Yeah! I really enjoy watching volleyball, back in high school I used to play. I sadly had stopped playing when I enrolled into college, but I still love the sport dearly.
Yuu Aizawa: Same here! I graduated from a Boy’s Volleyball powerhouse in high school, and played on the team.
Humble brag, you keep the comment to yourself.
You: Wow! What position did you play? I was a setter.
Yuu Aizawa: I played as a libero! Hey, I know that this is super sudden and out of the blue but, I have an extra ticket to the upcoming Black Jackals home game next week. My buddy was supposed to come with me but couldn’t get the day off. Would you like to join me? You won’t have to pay me back or anything. I figure it would be nice to meet at a place we would both enjoy!
You: Sure, that sounds awesome!
As the day of the Black Jackals game becomes closer, you get more and more nervous, until the day finally comes. You’ve been texting with Yuu everyday, talking about yourself and your respective jobs, if this doesn’t work out maybe you could be friends instead. Can you even do that with a man who is looking for a sugar baby?
Today is finally the day, you made sure to wake up extra early and eat a full breakfast. A couple hours later, you slip into the clothes you picked out yesterday. Deciding on a comfortable outfit, making sure to fix the MSBY jacket over your shirt, so you won’t get cold. The walk to the nearby train station wasn’t bad, only being a couple blocks from the apartment complex you live in. When you settle down in a seat on the bullet train, you make sure to text your friend that you safely got on the train. Just making sure that she’d know where you are at all times in case she had to bail you out or if he is a creep.
“Now approaching the Ohsu Higashi Stadium.” The automated voice announces over the speaker.
Once the train stops, you step off at the correct station and make your way towards the stadium. A short walk later, you arrive in front of the huge stadium. Various fans are sporting Black Jackals or EJP Rajin merchandise around the area where you were agreed to meet Yuu. A tall man lightly taps your shoulder, as you turn around you instantly recognize him as Yuu.
“Excuse me, are you Y/N Y/L/N?” The man asks, making sure you weren’t the wrong person.
“Hi! Yes, I am. It’s nice to meet you in person, Aizawa.” You nervously giggle, scratching the back of your neck. It’s as if you traveled back in time and turned into a school girl with a crush.
“Oh, no need with the formalities, just call me Yuu! Come on, let’s go see our seats.” He guides you to the entrance, placing a large hand on your shoulder. Yuu steers your body in the opposite direction you had planned on going.
“The entrance is this way.” Yuu replies with a cheeky grin.
Your knees feel weak just by looking at him, eyes taking in his much taller form. His biceps flex in the tight shirt he is currently wearing when he bends down and throws a piece of trash away. With one hand, he brushes his hair out of his face, long and thick fingers tame back his wavy hair. Something is present on his mind, you can just tell by the way his neatly groomed eyebrows furrow together. Before you can ask what’s wrong, he looks up at you, pretty brown eyes pouring into yours. Has he always had such long eyelashes?
“What?” Yuu asks, chuckling at your momentarily stunned state.
“Am I distracting you?” He teases, pinching your cheek with his thumb and pointer finger. The rough pads of his fingers feel foreign on your cold cheeks, his warm hand is inviting. All of your past lovers meticulously made sure their hands were soft, but Yuu is different, not in a bad way, just something you’d never experienced before. He’s enticing, someone you’d love to get to know better.
Once you both reach the line to the entrance, you decide on starting up the conversation again, distracting yourself from the extremely handsome man you’re on a “date” with.
“So what do you think about the team they're playing against?” You twirl your thumbs around each other, avoiding looking at Yuu in the face.
“EJP Rajin?” Yuu asks, you nod. “They’re a tough opponent but I believe in our boys.” He comments, which earns a couple hollers from nearby fans. Yuu puts his fist in the air and cheers along with them.
You laugh at how easily Yuu is able to make others happy, your heart races at the bright smile on his face, showing signs of true glee. “Yeah, same here. I think their defense is going to be a problem. Suna Rintaro, #9, is a really flexible middle blocker, he graduated from the same high school as me.”
“Really? That’s cool! Did you ever watch the matches when Suna or Atsumu was there?” Yuu is trying to pry an answer out of you. Something he has to do in case any other man poses a potential threat, but you just don’t know it yet.
“Hmm…” you ponder for a moment, trying to remember. “Yeah! I went to the Nationals during Suna’s second year. One of my friends played out there.” You feel the tension of talking about other men, something the sites mentioned you not to do.
In a quick attempt to change the subject, you go back talking about EJP. “Komori Motoya, #10, is also a really strong player. It’s going to be a tight match.” You finish off your comment exactly when the security lets you two into the stadium.
“Right this way,” one of the staff members motions you to follow her.
You oblige but give Yuu a confused look, he brushes you off. As you get closer to the court, the more shocked you become, you have to remind yourself that he did sign up on a sugar daddy website. So you shouldn’t be surprised at how much he spent on these seats. The staff member points out your seats, you both give her a thank you, and she goes back to her assigned area at the entrance.
“Here, you need to wear this,” Yuu hands you a Black Jackal lanyard with a neon tag attached that says your seat number. Before you can question why, he quickly explains, “Just in case someone won’t let you come back to your seat if you leave for something.”
You give him a nod in confirmation, gawking at how close you are to the court. Your seats give you a perfect view from the Black Jackals side. You put your purse under the seat, but instead find a small bag filled with assorted Black Jackal goodies. A free hoodie, banner, snacks and a discount code for their online store.
“These seats must have cost a fortune, Yuu.” You comment, showing the goodie bag in your hand. He gives a curt nod, observing you still taking in every small detail of the court even though you've now been seated here for over 20 minutes.
“Nah, it’s not that big of a deal. I work for the company so I get them for free.” Your date tries to play down the price, acting like these aren’t 30,000 yen seats a piece.
“Really? What’s your job here?” The banner is extremely high quality, your fingers trace over the MSBY logo.
Luckily you are still paying close attention to the court and can’t see Yuu’s face of anxiety. This whole elaborate plan of finding the team a sugar baby is a lot more work than he signed up for. You ask too many questions for his liking, forcing him to be quick on his feet to not seem the slightest bit suspicious.
“Oh, I’m in charge of the finances. So personal spending, equipment purchases, etc.” Yuu doesn’t want to go into too much detail or else he might slip up. It’s not like he’s going to flat out say “Yeah the reason I’m talking to you is because the boys are interested in having a sugar baby and since I’m in charge of finances I have to find one they’d like to spend their money on.”
The MSBY Black Jackals’ opening song starts to play signaling the team is coming out. The crowd starts to go wild and screams echo throughout the stadium. You press yourself as close as the guard railing will let you and cheer equally as obnoxiously loud as everyone else. Lucky for Yuu, he brought ear plugs with him to block out the noises, feeling a migraine coming upon. He just wants to go back to his desk job and not deal with all this craziness and added stress.
The song is turned down to let one of the announcer's voices to talk.“Starting off on EJP Rajin’s side…”. His voice booms over the loudspeaker, listing off each player and their position.
Your eyes perk up when the announcer calls out Suna Rintaro, he looks so different, nothing like the seventeen year old boy you saw all those years ago. His face is sharper which matches his fox-like eyes more, but still has that unreadable face that puzzled you all for eternity.
When Suna walks by the MSBY side, he looks up at the crowd, waving to some of the fans who were calling out his name. As he nears your spot, his eyes meet yours, quite literally stopping in his tracks. You mumble a “sorry” to Yuu, ignoring his questions.
“Sunnie…” Your voice rings in Suna’s ears, a flashback occurs in his mind, remembering when you two were younger. A smaller version of you crying into his shirt, clutching on the sleeve, begging him to not leave.
“Y/N, is that you?” He asks, that unreadable face is gone.
“Y-yeah, it’s me Sunnie…” You have to bite the inside of your cheek from crying, he reaches a hand out to yours.
“It’s been too long without you Y/N,” Suna holds your hand for a moment until another player is announced, forcing him to go.
“Wait! Rin!” You call out, daggers hit your back from other fans watching you in the encounter.
“I’ll find you later, Y/N, okay? I promise!” The boy you remember from your childhood looks at you like the last time he did before leaving you all alone.
“Playing at home, we have the MSBY Black Jackals!” The other announcer speaks, on queue, their side cheers and hollers. Various fans wave their banners and sound off their noisemakers. His voice snaps you out of your trance, quickly shaking off your current emotions. You have a job to do and that’s finding a sugar daddy, not rekindling with Suna.
“We have the captain, #4, Meian Shūgo!” Meian gets up off the bench and high fives both of the MSBY’s coaches. Then runs down their side of the net, all while waving to their fans left and right. He looks up briefly at your section, taking his time passing by, as if he were looking for someone in particular. You could’ve sworn that when his eyes met yours and gave you a small smile.
“Was it only me or did Meian Shūgo stop at our section before continuing?” You ask, snapping Yuu out of his zoned out state.
“Mhh, sure looks like it.” Yuu comments, watching the way Meian ogles at you on the sideline. Oh wait until after the match, he’s going to get an earful from management. Yuu snickers to himself at the team’s future punishment.
“Probably because these are the closest seats and they pay big bucks for them.” You brush off your own suspicions, thinking too much into it. The encounter with Suna was unexpected, you definitely didn’t think today you’d see him, let alone talk to him.
“Inunaki Shion, #6! MSBY’s libero!”
Inunaki runs by, beaming in excitement, while waving at all the spectators. Momentarily flashing a peace sign to the crowd. He goes to stand next to Meian, as they both lean over and discuss something. You keep an eye out for Suna on the opposite side, who is talking to a teammate and then looks in your direction. Hate being caught, you focus back on the announcements.
“Tomas Adriah, #9, middle blocker!”
Adriah walks off to the coaches and gives them high fives, he looks up at the crowd as if he were trying to memorize everyone’s faces. When he gets to your section, your eyes meet for a split second before he breaks eye contact and joins his teammates. Even if it was a fraction of time for him, to you it felt longer.
“Barnes Oriver, #10, outside spiker!” The tallest player separates from the group and smacks his hands down on the coaches’s palm, causing them both to jump in shock, shaking their hands off trying to get rid of the numbness. He runs down the net, quickly joining the already announced players.
“Kōtarō Bokuto, #12, outside spiker!” The crowd erupts in cheers when Bokuto runs by each area, pointing at random people. He stops, facing the fans and shouts his signature catchphrase of “Hey! Hey! Hey!” while making a fist. Meian pats Bokuto’s back when the grey haired man stands beside him.
“Miya Atsumu, #13, MSBY’s setter!” It seems as if every single female fan shouts out his name when Atsumu’s name is announced, an attempt to get him to stop in front of them. Surprisingly when he nears yours, he gives out a couple high fives to those practically hanging off the railing at the possibility of touching him. Atsumu walks a little further and signs some kid’s jersey, who turns around and shows it off to his father.
Trying out your luck, you call out his name and he perks up at your voice, rushing over to you. Atsumu holds a cheery smile, ignoring all of the surrounding fans. Who desperately climbs down and tries to reach out and touch the setter. Atsumu takes your hand and gives it a light kiss before sending you a wink. Some girls comment on how lucky you are and some are rude acting like they would even have the chance of dating Atsumu.
You lean over the railing stunned, star struck at your encounter with the very popular Atsumu Miya. as you brag to Yuu about the encounter. The match hasn’t even started and Yuu is already so done with it. You stare at the hand Atsumu kissed, smiling to yourself at his flirty gesture. So much in a daze, you don’t notice that Meian slaps Atsumu’s back while telling him off.
“Sakusa Kiyoomi, #15, wing spiker!” The sports reporter then proceeds to list off Sakusa’s record and previous achievements which take a whole lot longer than you’d expect. Sakusa takes off his mask and quickly applies hand sanitizer to his hands before he gives his coaches the customary high fives. His gaze is barely at eye level while he walks over to the other side of the court to join his awaiting teammates, only to wave at fans every so often as required by management.
“Sakusa, play well!” You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth to make it sound louder. Sakusa looks up briefly, and gives you a thumbs up, with a small smile on his face. A bunch of girls scream, thinking that was directed at them, grabbing onto their friends in excitement. Pride rushes through your veins, feeling accomplished that you made the Sakusa Kiyoomi smile. Atsumu nags at Sakusa on the sideline, making an impression of him, causing the crowd to laugh at the duo’s act.
“Let’s give one of the newest Jackals a Jackal welcome! Hinata Shōyō, #21, wing spiker!” The coaches raise their hands up high and Hinata jumps, giving him a high ten. Hinata’s smile lights up the stadium, as he runs by adoring fans. He pounds on his chest with a closed fist, as if saying you can count on me. The announcers finish off talking about their insights on the game, while you sit back down in your seat.
“Did you have fun?” Yuu asks, giving you a smile at how excited you became just by the introductions.
“Yes! Did you see how they stopped in front of our seats!” You unawarely grab hold of Yuu’s hands, taking them into yours.
He looks down at them and gives it a friendly tug, “I did. They seem to like this area.” Yuu comments, laughing at your expression.
“The Miya Atsumu kissed my hand! Did you see that Yuu? He kissed it! Did you see Kiyoomi Sakusa give me a thumbs up? Sakusa never interacts with fans!” Your eyes light up at the memory, smile widening even more.
“Wow, I might have some competition then.” Yuu laughs at how you reassure him that it was nothing. But he knows they did it for a reason.
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Retweet | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
This was a request from @redbeanteax for my Bakugou Birthday event, but I had to change it into a fic because we’ve thirsted over this idea for a while now. It’s based off the hashtag #undressacharacter artwork that artists do on Twitter where they ask for retweets and likes in exchange for drawing the characters stripping!
Word Count: 2600.
Quarantine was boring, there was only so many cat videos you could watch before you were going completely insane. Not that you were someone who went out often, but the fact that you were now forced to stay in doors only made your desire to go out even bigger. Desperate to reconnect with the world.
Resigned to the fact that it would be yet another day indoors mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you opened Twitter, hoping that the app would do something to quell your boredom if only for an hour or so. Last week, Red Riot had posted a video of him putting his shirt on while doing a handstand and you had shamelessly put that video on repeat, watching it so many times that when you had checked the time on your phone three hours had passed.
Hoping for more delicious media like this again today, you scrolled down your timeline, rolling your eyes as you noticed Deku had posted another video of him training. This must’ve been the third this week?
"Do not like.” You muttered to yourself.
In an attempt to avoid the picture you went to scroll down further but your eyes noticed a cocky retort from your favourite Pro-Hero.
That all you got, you damn nerd.
His words alone brought a massive grin to your face, burying your face into the neck of your sweater as you clicked onto his profile, reminding yourself of the perfect image he’d chosen as his profile photo. Clad in his hero outfit without the bulky gauntlets, his strong arms crossed over his firm chest, making his pectorals look more defined as you drank him in. You could probably waste at least three hours staring at this image alone, his head turned to the side just enough to notice his undercut and defined jawline.
You clicked off his picture and looked down at the posts, the most recent tweet posted was five minutes ago. He was online. Or at least, his PR team were online for him. Some of the tweets he put out didn’t always seem like they were from him.
This one in particular was definitely written by him, laced with his usual harsh sarcasm and colourful language.
I’ve been told you fuckers are struggling through this shitshow so give me 5,000 likes for a surprise.
The picture that was paired with the tweet already had you gushing, and he was fully clothed. His hand held his cellphone in front of him, taking a strategically placed mirror selfie. The device blocked most of his face but you could still make out his vermilion red eyes glaring into the surface, probably hiding a smug grin. A stringy black vest top hung off his shoulders, exposing his defined collarbones and leading down to show the curve of his pecs. If he shifted his pose one of his nipples would probably be exposed, the thought making you clench your legs together as you imagined what he’d look like. His hand carded through his messy hair, exposing his perfect forehead, the smooth surface almost glowing in the low light of his bedroom. Your eyes continue lower to see the sweatpants that hung low on his hips, the material tight enough for you to see his prominent bulge, straining against the flattering material.
This man was pure sin.
You watched as the likes and retweets surged in, the number steadily increasing while you continued to take in the picture, immediately moving your fingers up to save it, just in case he had a change of heart. This was something you were going to keep in a special folder forever, something to cherish during the shitty quarantine.
What you got to show us, Ground Zero?
You added your own like and retweet to the image, adding a flirty response underneath it as you eagerly awaited his next tweet. You knew it wouldn’t take long, he’d asked for a ridiculously low amount of interaction, you were certain he’d get more than five thousand comments alone on the picture. Slowly zoning out as you watched the numbers increase, moving back to assess the image again, this time trying to see as much of his bedroom as possible. He was obviously at home bored under quarantine too. You could just about make out a set of weights in the background and his amazing looking bed, the sheets looked dark and expensive, wondering what it would feel like to have him pin you against them.
He must have reached the next milestone pretty quickly because as soon as you scrolled back up your timeline you already noticed another picture. This one far more cocky than the last. It was another mirror photograph, the same position, but this time the phone was angled just enough to show his bare feet, socks bunched in one of his thick fists as he smirked towards the camera.
Fuckin’ perverts. What were you expecting? Next tier 15,000 likes, 5,000 reblogs.
Staring at the same photograph you tried to make out the thick bulge between his legs, you were certain it looked far more prominent than in the last picture, his chin angled at just the right place that you could see the darkness of his five o’clock shadow framing his jawline, immediately imagining what it would feel like to have that pressed against your skin as he dipped between your inner thighs. Your body quivering at the thought as you even zoomed in on his feet. You didn’t even like feet but here you were assessing every inch of this perfect man's body.
Coming out of the picture you were caught completely off guard by another photograph, your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes drunk in the exposed skin on full view. Defined muscles leading down to a prominent v-line, his sweatpants hung low on his hips and a messy trail of hair ran down his middle disappearing under the hem as it lead towards the impressive bulge between his legs. He’d moved the phone lower this time, giving you a better view of his defined jawline, his lips curved in a smug smile as he flipped off the camera.
Knew that would get your attention, fuckin’ pervs. Want more? 30,000 likes, 15,000 reblogs.
Your fingers danced across your screen as you moved to like and retweet the image again, saving it to the same album you had reserved for Ground Zero immediately after. If this was what Quarantine was going to be like, you never wanted it to end. You watched the numbers creep up even faster than the last one, this time opting to scroll through the comments people were leaving on the photograph. Most of them complete filth, telling him what they wanted to do to him and asking him if they send him money will he just take it all off. You had to laugh at one person trying to give him the link to OnlyFans in an attempt to get him to create an account.
You loved when Ground Zero was actually posting on his account and not someone from his PR team because his tweets were always so funny and genuine. Random quips and insults to people, not caring if they were fans or not. Watching as his team tried to do damage control after his outbursts. You had to assume they knew what he was doing right now, you could imagine them having an absolute field day if they weren’t aware. Trying to fix the situation as quickly as possible to avoid a dip in hero ratings. Although, you assumed with the attractive pictures that he had posted paired with the desire for likes and retweets that there was something behind this ploy.
Your heart almost stopped when you saw the banner flash at the top of your phone.
GroundZero has liked your tweet.
What. The. Fuck. You held your phone to your chest and let out a high pitched squeal, kicking your legs as you tried desperately to calm yourself down. It was probably his PR Team, going through and trying to like as many of the incoming tweets as possible, to keep people interested, on the hook of whatever this was. You quickly screenshot the message on Twitter, showing his profile with a like beside your tweet. There had been a few other people who liked the message you’d sent too but his profile sat at the top, his profile picture smiling back at you.
You were preparing to make a tweet about this, a silent brag to the world that the GroundZero liked one of your tweets, your newest claim to fame, even if it was probably his PR team it still counted, but another tweet from GroundZero caught your eyes.
This time all that was captioned was an explosion emoji followed by a picture of Ground Zero again, this time the front facing camera angled towards his body, vermilion eyes gazing at the camera from under messy blond spikes as he held the camera up to get his chest in full view, the closer angle making it easier to zoom in to see everything, even each cut and scar that marred his perfect body. Only adding to his beauty as you immediately moved to like and retweet the image with a final caption.
Can I just sit on your face already?
A second tweet coming in that had information on an Official GroundZero webstore, a pictures of various articles of clothing flashing up on your screen followed with a generic caption and a link.
LIVE NOW. GroundZero Official merchandise. Use code: TWITTER20 for 20% off your first order. Thanks for playing along.
You would definitely have to check that out, your fingers pressing against the screen to save the sinful picture of Ground Zero as another banner flashed up against your screen, staring at it you were almost floored, there was no fucking way-
The generic blue dot popped up at the bottom of the screen to indicate one new message. Your fingers shook as you tapped the notification, opening your messages tab. The name GroundZero sat at the top of your pile, this had to be a joke. Were you dreaming?
You actually gonna fucking talk to me or are you just going to objectify me?
Would his PR team actually send a message like that? It was so crude and to the point, complete with the swearing. You could imagine his Human Resources department having a field day if they found out he’d sent you a message like that, worried about his overall approval ratings lowering.
Is this really you?
You cringed at how strange you probably sounded, it was clear it was his Twitter account, but you just weren’t sure if it was him.
You’ve been sending me slutty tweets for over an hour and you really want to ask if it's me now?
I just wanted to make sure it was you.
Okay, so if it really was Ground Zero you probably did sound crazy to him, you were talking to him on his official Twitter account, but when there was probably at least five other people with access to it you were skeptical. You’d seen this sort of shit on Catfish, and you weren’t about to fall for it.
Who the fuck do you think I am, Princess.
Princess. The word made you stop and grin at your phone, any doubts in your mind started to dissipate as you wanted so bad for it to be him, typing out another response.
I dunno, it must be your PR team or something.
Your doubts disappeared with the next image. Ground Zero lounging across the bed you’d pictured yourself on earlier, his head against the plush pillows as he angled the camera towards his face. His hands positioned to flip you off as you saw the curve of his pecs, the rest blocked off by the angle of the camera. There was no fucking way you were talking to GroundZero right now, it was impossible.
He sent on its own, the word snapping you out of your fantasies as you moved to save the picture he had just sent. You weren’t taking any chances, this dream could end at any second.
I said not to objectify me, Princess. Send me a fucking picture.
You suddenly felt self-conscious. You looked great in your profile picture, it was one that you’d taken after applying your make-up for a night out, making sure you looked perfect before running it through a third-party app to airbrush your features. It wasn’t that it didn’t look like you, it was just you looked great in that picture and here you were, sat in your pyjamas with a make-up free face. Immediately jumping up from your bed to look into your vanity mirror, smoothing down your hair as you tried to make your shirt look sexier than it was, the oversized cotton hanging from your frame.
You could at least say please. You typed back brazenly, trying to stall for time as you continued pruning yourself. How the hell were you messaging Ground Zero right now?
How do I really know it's you? He mocked back, making you grin.
You tried to angle the phone as best you could to capture your features well, smiling softly for the picture as you looked it over. Shaking your head and moving the camera back to take another, this time taking six in quick succession and picking the one you hated the least. Attaching it to the tweet and hitting send.
Well, shit. You really are hot.
You released the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. Did- Ground Zero just call you hot? You couldn’t believe your eyes as you re-read the words, trying to process what was happening in your mind.
Awful quiet for someone that wanted to sit on my face five minutes ago.
You felt flush as you read his words, it was different throwing your thirst out in public when you knew you had no chance with the Pro-Hero. Now he was sitting in your direct messages it was a completely different story-
Well, my feelings haven’t changed in five minutes.
Shit. When this bullshit is over maybe I’ll have to take you up on that.
Your eyes widened, did he just proposition you? Did he ask you to sit on his face? Thoughts flooding your mind as you imagined what it would be like to see his red eyes glaring up at you as you straddled his face, the thought making a heat rush between your parted thighs.
Well, considering we’re both in fucking quarantine, do I get more pictures?
You almost laughed at the comment, it was almost childish as your fingers moved along to type your response.
I’m not that easy, Mr Zero.
You teased back, grinning as you saw his typing begin immediately after you sent your message, picturing him eager on the other end of the phone.
Fine. How many retweets would it take for me to see more?
The question making you laugh, your Twitter had less than 300 followers, even the thought of getting a thousand likes was ridiculous. You’d have to go viral for that to happen.
Your eyes widened as you saw the banner flash at the top of your phone screen.
GroundZero has retweeted your tweet: Can I just sit on your face already?
Moving back to your direct messages you read the final comment Ground Zero had left you.
Five minutes, Princess.
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part two - strictly professional
word count: 1,027
warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, just fluff with a hint of angst.
With your phone in hand, you adjusted your position on the bed to find the perfect angle. A client had requested some intimate photos in a purple lacy lingerie set. And for the eighty-pound tip, you weren’t going to say no. the camera focused on the mirror placed ￼perfectly in front of the bed. The pose was simple, back arched, thighs spread while your hand pressed into the mattress to stabilise you. Simple but sexy.
Once happy with the shot, you took a few typical pictures, ones that emphasised and focused on your stunning curves. Finished with the photoshoot, you transferred the photos to your computer to send them to the client via OnlyFans.
You wrote a short cute, flirtatious message, thanking him before attaching the pictures. A knock on your front door took you by surprise, not expecting anyone over. You cursed as you looked down at your attire, still in the set. Grabbing a silk robe from the wardrobe, you messily threw it on tieing a loose knot around the waist. Your bare feet plodded against the cold floor as you dashed to the door.
Opening the door slightly, you peaked through the gap and saw Tom. “Hello.” He chirped. You pushed the door closed so you could undo the locks, fingers fiddling with the chains. Swinging the door open fully, you smiled at the brunette boy, ushering him in. “Hi.”
His eyes furrowed as he took in your appearance. The black robe had slipped off your shoulder exposing the purple strap. He could tell you were just in your underwear. Letting his mind wandered, he came up with an explanation for the lack of clothes. “Am I interrupting something?” He smirked wiggling his eyebrows.
Rolling your eyes, you fixed your robe before smacking his chest. “Grow up will you. You are twenty-four.” He laughed at your stern voice.
“Sorry, Mom!” He teased raising his hands up in defeat. “I was just wondering, seeing as it’s... three in the afternoon.” He quirked tapping his finger against the glass watch face.
“Didn't feel like getting dressed.” You partially lied. It was Saturday, you didn’t have work today so a lazy day was intriguing. OnlyFans was a second job, it was easy money and you enjoyed the work. You had considered doing it full time, but the world is very judgemental place. Everyone would look down on you for doing such work, it’s just how society worked, therefore you decided to keep this quiet. Not even your best friend, Tom, knew.
In all honestly, you were scared as to how he would respond. He was such a supportive, caring friend. Always making sure you were happy. But when it came to sex, Tom was always quiet about it. He was very traditional like that. Keeping to himself when it came to personal interactions.
“Okay sure. Weirdo.” He chuckled before turning to run down the hallway of your apartment. “I need to use your bathroom. Could you pop on the kettle?”
Humming in response, you went to the kitchen to boil the water and grab the mugs. Helping the time pass, you went on your phone checking your socials, a few giggles slipped as you saw a meme or two. Realising you should probably put on some clothes, you went to your bedroom.
Entering the room, you saw Tom sat at your computer. Clearing your throat to gain his attention, a smirk sat on your face catching your friend creeping. But when he faced you, it quickly disappeared as you saw what he was looking at. You completely forgot you never sent those pictures.
“I’m sorry, your door was open and the browser was open on this, I just thought it was a random girl.” He rambled, cheeks reddened as he explained his side of the story.
“It’s not what it looks like. I just took a few photos. I wasn’t gonna post them. That’s weird. I’m not like that, I sw–“
“It’s an OnlyFans page.” He interrupted, shutting down your lie before you dug yourself into a hole.
An awkward silence filled the room, neither knew what to say. Your face dropped with embarrassment. Tom was a successful movie star, you couldn’t even begin to imagine the things he was thinking at that moment. Tears welled in your eyes as the silence continued.
“You shouldn’t be in my room.” You mumbled with a broken voice. Tom could sense your humiliation, your body slugged, head hung low. Tom was surprised. He didn’t have the slightest clue that you did sex work. Neither of you very talkative about that part of your life.
He jumped off the seat, striding towards you to wrap you in his arms. “Darling don’t be embarrassed. I’m sorry, I was just, in shock if I’m honest. I had no clue.” He assured rocking you back and forth. His smell allowing you to relax against his touch.
“It’s okay. I should’ve said something earlier, I was afraid you’d look down on me.”
Tom dramatically tore away from you, arms extended still holding your arms as he stared at you with wide eyes. Such an actor. “I would never look down on you. You have an OnlyFans, so what? People only hate on it because they don’t have the confidence and are jealous that you do. If you are happy, that’s the most important thing. Fuck everyone else.”
A smile erupted on your face, your hand swiped under your eyes to rid the excess liquid that threatened to fall from them. A small laugh escaped before a slight sniffle. “Thank you, Tom. Really.”
“Of course.” He smiled before pulling you in for another hug. “And, by the way, you are bloody hot.”
“Tom.” You whined, slapping his chest. He bit his lip, looking you up and down, checking you out shamelessly. “I wouldn’t mind looking at some more, professionally of course. Maybe I could be part of your research team?” He perked causing you to scoff.
“Of course Tommy, you can see all the photos and videos you want.” You flirted, fingers twisting the strings of his hoodies.
“For £10 a month.”
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Six Months - Part Seven
Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?
PAIRING - camboy!harry x indian!oc
a/n - please like and reblog! Would love to know what you think so far! If you can, please do watch the movie. happy reading!
Word Count - 11.2 k
Warnings - smut, fluff, sex toys, angst.
Masterpost (find previous parts here)
Layla had been deep cleaning the kitchen after her folks left for work. She was busy wiping the island after she washed the sink. Her phone was propped up by a scented candle jar and was on Facetime with her friends. Her screen was divided into four rectangles and Ramya, Susan, Grace and Heidi’s faces were amused. The four were extremely happy for her when she told them about her and Harry’s first date and kiss at the waterfalls.
“I can’t believe you are going to a sex shop with your boyfriend and you haven’t had sex with him yet.” Heidi says, with a smirk on her face.
“He’s not my ‘boyfriend’. We’re exclusive but we haven’t given each other a label yet. Plus, when did penetration become a benchmark for sex?”
“It is not. But make sure you get some lube today, you are gonna need lots of it when it happens.” Susan says. Ramya and Grace agree.
“Got it. Ramya, do you want something? I can bring it home and drop it off when I come over for a visit.”
“Why does Ramya only get something? What about the rest of us?” Grace feigns annoyance.
“Because the three of you are in countries where sex toys are not banned.” Layla sticks her tongue out at them.
“Yeah. Get me a good vibrator - those rabbit things I keep seeing.” Ramya says.
“Get something you can hide easily from Aunty and Uncle. Rabbits are huge!” Grace says.
“What about those tiny bullet vibrators?” Susan suggests.
“I got one on Amazon. It’s waterproof.” Heidi says, looking around her bedside drawer. “Look! Pretty, right?” She holds up a turquoise vibrator. It fit in the palm of her hand. “It’s rechargeable and there are three vibration settings. See!” She presses the button to show the four, the different settings. “Not that loud either.”
“Better than a showerhead?” Ramya asks.
“Yup. So much better. Do some research and tell Lails,” Heidi tells Ramya.
“Look into those hand free clit vibrators too. I got one and you can basically tuck it into your labia folds and it stays in place and it’s soo good! They are super small too.” Susan walks out of the frame to grab the toy she keeps beside her bathtub. She holds out a small almost oval like green device with two tiny antenna-like structures stick out from both sides.
“Jake and I got a cock ring a few months ago and let me tell you a vibrating dick is just chef’s kiss. I went cross eyed and I’m pretty sure I drooled. I saw those handsfree one too but they were super expensive so we just got the glass anal beads. They are due to arrive in two days,” Grace says.
“I can’t believe you said okay with doing butt stuff,” Layla grimaces.
“Hey, I’ve used the plugs and let me tell you it feels pretty good. Don’t shit on it before you try it,” Grace rebukes.
“Okay okay. Sorry. I just don’t like the idea of anything going up my bum, unless it’s for an endoscopy,” Layla says.
The four crack up. “Why do you think you’ll need an endoscopy at the age of 22?” Susan giggles.
“Not now. When I’m old and they need to check all my crevices,” Layla chuckes. “Other than Grace and me, what about the three of you, where do you stand on the bum stuff?”
“I’d try,” Ramya says.
“A boy ate my ass once and I liked it. I’ll definitely try if it comes up,” Susan says.
“I don’t know. I’m on the fence. I’m with Layla on this one,” Heidi says.
“Thanks for the info guys. I’ll do some research and I’ll send you some links okay?” Ramya looks at Layla who nods. “When do you leave by the way?”
“In an hour,” she says, looking at the clock. “I haven’t had breakfast yet and it’s half to noon.”
“So eat, idiot!” Grace says.
“I’ll do that in a bit. I still need to empty the dishwasher and refill some pulses in the containers.”
“Grace, what happened to the visa dude?” Susan asks.
“Right! Did you get your work visa? It’s been a while since you applied, no?” Heidi says.
“It takes a long time for processing and I’m losing my mind,” Grace runs her hands through hair, frustration apparent.
“Hey don’t worry. Government stuff takes forever normally. I’m sure you will get it soon. You are a skilled immigrant now. SKILLED. You have skills. I’m sure you will get it.” The others nod agreeing with Layla.
“Post graduate diploma is hardly skilled,” she mutters.
“Two PG diplomas. Both honours. New Zealand will be lucky to have you,” Susan says.
“Yeah. I suppose. I just feel so lonely-“ Grace’s voice cracks and a few tears slip from her eyes.
“Babe. Talk to us. What’s on your mind, hmm?” Heidi says.
“I’m just home alone most of the time. Jake goes to work and comes back at 7 and immediately gets on the computer to play Call of Duty with his friends. I mean his work is stressful, so that is his time to unwind. I don’t blame him but he says he’s gonna play for a bit but gets sucked into it for hours. Sometimes even till bedtime. I called him out on not paying me any attention and we had a really bad fight. I walked out of the house. I just realised I had nowhere to go. We live together in a one bedroom apartment. Rent is expensive here. The acquaintances I made, the people in the uni desi club, all have their own lives and are busy. I’m so jealous of my sister, she’s moved back in with Amma and Appa and they have so much fun. I know I made the choice to leave the country but I’ve become too dependent on Jake and he forgets that he is the only source of socialisation for me.” She wipes away more tears that fall. “We didn’t even resolve our fight the other day. I came back home after a walk and we just had angry sex. Every time this comes up it just leads to angry sex. And I’m so mad at myself because I love angry sex that I don’t say no,” she takes a shaky breath.
“Why didn’t you tell us this?” Ramya asks and Layla abandons cleaning the island to sit on the stools to give Grace her full attention.
“I.. I don- don’t really know, to be honest. Didn’t want to feel like a burden ,” she mutters.
“Not with us. Never with us. You can tell us anything at any time. Never a burden babes.” Heidi says.
“Yeah. It seems like you both have gotten into patterns that’s not helping.That being said Jake can’t keep ignoring you the whole evening. He’s not a child. He’s a twenty seven year old man who needs to manage his time. He needs to find other ways to destress than just gaming with the boys. Not that there’s anything wrong with it but every single day for hours ignoring his girlfriend who lives with him. Nah, that just will not do. You keep saying he needs to unwind but there are other ways he can unwind. I’m just saying,” Susan says.
“Yeah. Lails, you are the only person who games out of all of us. What do you think?” Grace asks.
“I mean there’s nothing wrong in playing with his friends everyday but again as Susan said he is a twenty seven year old with responsibilities and a live-in girlfriend. He needs to get his shit together and play for a bit and spend some time with you as well. I just hope it’s not the only form of escapism for him, after a while, it can become an addiction real quick.”
“You need to sit your ass down and tell him you are feeling underappreciated and lonely.” Ramya adds.
“Yeah, plus, it’s not like you sit on your ass the whole day. You do chores and cook him three meals a day. You give him a piece of your mind, Grace.” Heidi says while taking her glasses off and rubbing her eyes.
“I’d like to add something. Don’t want to seem like a devil’s advocate?” Layla hesitantly says.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less than that,” Grace chuckles.
“Have you told Jake that the visa processing is making you feel super anxious? I mean, you are essentially in a limbo and no one likes uncertainty. You also seem a bit homesick. Sit down and talk to him. Calmly. Don’t get all pissy cause then you will be tearing off each other’s clothes.” Layla’s statement making the four chuckle.
“I suppose so. I thought he understood, you know.”
“Grace, men are dumb. You need to spell it out for certain people. I agree with Layla. I think you need to talk about these two things and then maybe circle back to the games and troubleshoot from there, huh.” Susan says.
“You’re right. I need to be more open about my feelings. Maybe I can ask him about other things we can do together that could help him decompress.” Grace says.
“Exactly! But I think you need to find some hobby for yourself too for the time being. Something to keep you occupied when he plays or even throughout the day. You’ve been wanting to learn how to play the bass, right? Look up some tutorials online or a teacher and start,” Heidi says.
“True. It’s as good a time as any to start learning. Especially now, that I don’t have anything else to do, literally. I don’t have to be reliant on him all the time,” Grace says while nodding, a sign that the cogs in her brain were turning as she’s figuring out a resolution.
“Yeah. I’m sure this will calm down after you get the work visa and land a job. You’ll be occupied and you’ll make new friends.” Ramya says.
“I think I'll talk to him tonight or wait till Friday. Thanks bois,” Grace says.
“Yeah and if he fucks anything up or doesn’t meet you halfway, he’s not worth it. You do not deserve to be treated that way.” Susan adds and Layla, Heidi and Ramya nod, clearly agreeing to what Susan said.
“Yeah. If he hurts you we’ll break his neck,” Layla says, making Grace giggle.
“He’s a twenty seven year old man. But good luck trying,” Grace laughs.
“Hey! One measly Asian boy who works in software is no match for three feral brown women. Plus, I’ll build some muscle when I swim to New Zealand from Sydney,” Heidi manages to get the sentence out in between bouts of laughter. The other four crack up.
“Thanks bois. I feel so much better now.”
“Hey, Grace, don’t bottle things up yeah. Just talk to us. If talking to all of us is exhausting, just call or text one of us.” Ramya tells her.
“Yeah. I’m plenty free all the time,” Layla adds.
“Will do! Enough about me. Heidi and Susan tell us about your upcoming weekend trip to Canberra,” Grace asks and the two launch into their itineraries.
Layla gets up and starts filling up the jars with pulses and puts them back in the pantry.
“Oh, bois, did you listen to Enjoy Enjaami?” Ramya asks.
“Oh yes. So so good. That cuckoo cuckoo has imprinted in my brain,” Layla laughs.
“Same. It’s so catchy. It keeps playing in the back of my mind in the library,” Susan says.
“I literally haven’t listened to anything else in the last week. It’s been on repeat,” Heidi adds.
“I watched it with Jake. The visuals were stunning. YouTube has subtitles and he kept asking me about the title and I couldn’t really explain it,” Grace arches her eyebrows.
“I watched an interview with Arivu, the dude who raps, he wrote the song and he talked about how ‘Enjoy Enjaami’ has two meanings. It’s written from his grandmother’s perspective. She was taken to Sri Lanka by the colonisers as a slave and worked in the fields all day. It basically tells him to enjoy and protect nature. But the title can be interpreted in two ways, as I said - Enjoy Enjaami, like enjoy the bounties of nature and appreciate it my grandson. Enjaami is a slang for my Lord and grandmas use it a lot to refer it to their sons or grandsons because they are their gods-“
“Sexist.” Susan interrupts Heidi’s explanation.
“Oh very. It’s very sad that older women, who were treated like crap, continue on to treat the next generation of women like shit. Anyways, the other meaning is his grandma saying enjoy the bounties of nature that I slaved for my lord - like, how they used to address the colonisers and slave owners. The second one is very sarcastic.” Heidi finishes.
“Aptly named no? Arivu. His name means intelligence and the title of the song itself reflects his smarts,” Ramya chuckles.
“I agree. The song is structured like an oppari.” Layla adds.
“What’s an oppari?” Susan asks.
“It’s an old art form where old women gather in households where someone has passed and lament.”
“Like a eulogy?” Grace questions.
“Kind of. They sing it and it’s such a unique art form but it’s not really considered an art because only people from the lower caste practice it.” Layla says moving on to empty the dishwasher. “Which sucks balls. I’m so glad the song is really bringing it back.”
“Yes. People love it. Everyone is playing it here. I went to get some vegetables from the market and all of them are either singing it or are listening to it,” Ramya says.
They move on to talking about Heidi’s and Susan’s papers and assignments. Layla finishes putting back the dishes in their places and serves some breakfast for herself in a bowl and sits down at the island stool.
“Ooh, are those idlys?” Heidi asks.
“Even better. Mini idlys and sambar,” Layla flips the camera around and shows the girls her breakfast.
“Oh my god. Fuck I miss home food. I’m so sick of bread. I can smell Ratna Cafe’s sambar. I hate you Layla,” Grace flips her off as she takes a bite.
“Fuck me, I’m gonna order some idlys from Saravana Bhavan here. It’s so expensive but so worth it,” Susan says.
“I would sell my soul to have some Greek food,” Ramya says.
“Just you wait. You’ll find yourself in a position where Aunty can’t make food and it’s just bread and salads everywhere. You’ll lose your goddamn mind.” Heidi says.
”I need help,” Layla says after spooning her idly with piping hot sambar into her mouth.
“Hmm. Go on,” Susan probes.
“It’s nothing serious but Harry and I have started this thing where we show each other movies we really enjoy. The theme is romance this week and we watched the Notebook on Monday.”
“Uh oh. It took you three days to finish the movie when you first watched it, no?” Grave chuckles.
“Yeah and it’s my turn today and I honestly don’t know what to pick,” she sighs.
“What about Stardust? You love that movie,” Susan says.
“Yeah. You’ve watched it loads of time and it’s fantasy, no one will end up hating fantasy,” Grace agrees with Layla.
“What about something Tamil? Everything has subtitles now. Pick some good Tamil romance,” Heidi suggests.
“Yeah but all our movies have a cornucopia of all genres. I’m drawing a blank,” she says, rising off her bowl and spoon and loading them into the dishwasher.
“Alaipayuthey? You love it, no?” Ramya says.
“Ooh yes. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Classic. I love the soundtrack too.” Layla says, raising her arms up in victory. “Hold on. He’s texted,” she says when she sees a notification pop up on her phone.
“Oooh. Layla halts a conversation with the girls to respond to a boy’s text. Can’t believe the day is finally here,” Ramya says, pretending to wipe tears away from her cheeks. The other three snicker.
“Shut up,” she mutters, clicking on the notification.
Harry: Hi! You ready? I’m gonna close up and head over to yours.
Layla: Hoi hoi! I’m almost done. Come through the back door please. It’s unlocked and I’m in the kitchen.
Harry: 👍🏽 Be there after a wee.
“Okay. Where were we?” She says to her friends.
“What did he want?” Susan asks.
“He was asking me if I’m ready to go to the store. He’ll be here in a minute or two.”
“Oooh. Do we get to meet him?” Grace wiggles her eyebrows.
“Do you guys want to?”
“Umm…do we want to meet the boy who is currently sticking his tongue down your throat? Yes bitch!” Heidi says in a matter of fact tone.
“Alright. Be nice,” Layla says.
“When are we not?” Ramya says, sticking her tongue out.
“If you’re leaving now, aren’t you gonna change?” Susan asks.
“Nah. I’m so comfortable.” Layla steps back further from the island to show off her outfit. She was wearing her dad’s dark blue Under Armour walking shorts. It stopped right above her knees. She paired it with her uncle’s collared white tee. She stole it from the dryer on Monday. Her hair was in a french braid and it was messy, her hair sticking out due to her hair cut - layers. Her curtain bangs were blow dried and she had thin plain gold small hoops in her ears and a gold chain with a small elephant pendant hanging from it. She was going to wear her chunky sneakers with loafer socks.
“You look like Adam Sandler,” Ramya giggles.
“Hey! Layla and I are the president of the Adam Sandler-core.” Grace says, since they both loved baggy clothes. “I can’t believe you are the same girl who wears corsets and faux leather pants,” Heidi giggles and Layla shrugs.
She hears the back door open and his footsteps trudging through the family room to get to the kitchen.
“Lails! I’m leaving my shoes at the door,” Harry calls out from the family room. He was wearing khaki coloured corduroy shorts and a sky blue shirt with some blue checkered Vans. and His face splits into a big grin, dimples on full display, when he sees her.
“Hi!” Layla says softly as he gets closer to her.
“I missed you.” He pulls her closer to him.
“You saw me last night,” she rolls her eyes.
“Still! I’m allowed to miss my baby, aren’t I?” He chuckles and crashes his lips to hers. Hands on both of her cheeks. Harry did not realise that he had an audience of four people.
“Baby! He calls her baby!”
“Layla’s kissing someone! Pinch me!”
Are some of the phrases he hears before howls and wolf whistles. He steps back from her and whips his head towards the sound to find her phone propped up against a candle on the island.
“Sorry. I was gonna warn you before, but you got all excited,” she mumbled an apology. His face was flushing with colour by the second.
“Those are your friends, yeah?” He points to her phone.
“Yeah. We were on a call. Do you wanna meet them? You don’t have to. It’s okay if you don’t.” She said quickly.
“No no,” he says to her. “Hello! Heard a lot about you four,” he says to her friends, stepping closer to the island to get a better view of the four.
“Harry, these are the four biggest pains in my ass. This is Grace, Susan, Ramya and Heidi,” she points to each of their faces in the tiny square. “Bois, this is Harry,” she gestures to him.
“Hi! Just wanted to make sure you were a real person and not someone Layla made up,” Grace says, making Layla flip her off. Harry chuckles.
“Hey, Harry!” Heidi waves.
He waves back. “We've met before, haven't we? A while ago, Layla and I were on a picnic. I hope your essay went well.”
“Oh yeah. You remembered! The professor liked it.”
“Lovely to meet you, Harry. Layla’s told us a lot about you.” Ramya says.
“Not everything I hope. I like to be shrouded in mystery,” he jokes, earning a giggle from them.
“Hello! I’m so happy Layla has someone to socialise with,” Susan says.
“I’m ecstatic to hang out with her too. Her personality is a bit of a downer but her pretty face sure does make up for it.” The four laugh. “Ow!” Harry exclaims, rubbing the spot on his arm where she punched him.
“Asshole. I have a sparkling personality.”
“Hmmm sure. Whatever you say, Lails.” He chuckles and leans to press a kiss on the top of her hair.
“I like him!” Heidi says.
“Definitely approve,” the other three agree.
“I’m honoured. What do you guys do?” He asks.
The four tell him what and where they are studying and working. He tells them that he’s taking a gap year. He tells them he will be applying for colleges for the upcoming academic year - which is news to Layla. The four already know about OnlyFans but Layla didn’t tell them anything more. All they know is that Harry posts on there and she happened to run into him at the house warming party and they turned out to be neighbours. She didn’t even tell them why they headed to a sex shop today. Layla locks the doors while Harry talks to her friends and they leave shortly after through the back door.
Ramya: Lails he cute as sin
Grace: I agree. Still don’t understand why it took you a whole month and a half to make your move.
Susan: The accent is the icing on top of the cake 🤤
Heidi: He’s funny too
Layla chuckles as she closes the group chat and adjusts her sunglasses. Harry was driving them to the sex shop. Her other hand was clasped in his large ones and they rested on his thigh.
“What’s so funny, hmm?”
“Oh. My friends sent me their approval. I think they like you more than me now.”
“As they should,” he smirks at her, tilting his head a little to the side.
Layla sticks her tongue out, earning a chuckle from him.
“Would you mind meeting Mitch and Sarah on Friday?” Harry asks.
“Not at all. I’d love to, Har.” She turns her body towards him. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Why not order the stuff online?”
“I prefer trying on the outfits before buying them, can’t do that online. I know the store manager and I get discounts here and there. Plus, supporting small businesses and all that.”
Layla nods. He parks outside a store called Cherry Pie.
“Cute name. If I didn’t know any better, I’d definitely think it was a bakery.” This makes Harry chuckle. She takes off her seatbelt and turns to unlock the door.
“Lails, wait! I’ll get it.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets to the other side and opens her door.
“Thank you, Har.” He gets on her toes and kisses his jaw.
“My pleasure.” He throws an arm on her shoulder and they walk towards the store. Layla opens the door and motions Harry to walk in. They walk around and Layla gets to the bachelorette party section and can’t stop giggling at the cake tins, straws, and ice lolly moulds of penises. She takes a picture and sends it to her friend group.
“Woah,” her jaw drops at the DVD collection stacked on the display shelf.
“I bet there is a DVD for every fetish possible,” he chuckles.
“Who even buys DVDs nowadays?”
“Apparently a lot of people. Look! Genie porn.” Her eyes follow his hands to a DVD cover of a woman dressed like Jasmine, well at least Jasmine’s pants, with her boobs on full display, suggestively leaning over a very muscular man who was painted blue.
“This is the lost tale of the one thousand and second Arabian night,” Layla comments. Harry buckles over with laughter.
“Come on. Let’s get you some stockings,” she tugs Harry towards the clothing part of the store. She picks out a few fishnet pantyhose and asks Harry to try it on.
“Hey, I’m gonna go look at a few toys there. Meet me there when you’re done?”
“You don’t want to come in?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“And ruin the effect? Nope. I wanna see you properly when we do the photoshoot.”
“Okay. I’ll be back.” He leaves to go into the changing room.
She picks out a fishnet stocking for herself and walks to the women’s toy section and picks some out for Ramya and sends her some pictures.
“Hi! Can I help you?” A sales assistant approaches her. Carla was the name on her badge and there were they/them pronouns underneath.
“Hello. I’m Layla. I’m looking for a toy for my friend. I’ve sent her pictures of a few toys she’s been wanting. Waiting for her to pick one and text me back,” she says with a smile.
“Do you wanna look around anything else till then?” They say.
Layla remembers what her friends said on the call before. “Umm… yeah. Lubes. Where do I find them?”
“Follow me, Layla.”
They get to a small display with different kinds of lubes, and essential oils, and massage oils.
“Looking for anything particular?” They smiled at her.
“Uh. Not really. I’ve never really got one before. But water based is the correct choice, right?”
“Yup,” Carla says. “Here they are,” they point to the top shelf. There were over fifty different bottles before her.
“Okay, I’m stumped,” she says looking at a few bottles.
“Can I ask if you want one for oral sex? If you do, I’d say pick one with flavour. If it’s for penetration then I’d suggest you get that one. It’s basic and gets the job done. It’s my personal favourite. Most OBGYNs recom-“
“There you are,” Harry interrupts Carla. Layla suddenly has a wave of embarrassment wash over her.
“Hi! Sorry. Got a bit side tracked,” she muttered. ”Everything okay for you?”
“Yeah. I really liked this one.” He brings the one from his side to his front, so she could see better. “I do have a question, they are all high waisted. Is that intentional?”
“Yeah. It’ll look better that way. Trust me.”
“What are you doing?” He says, noticing the lubes on the shelf.
“Uh. Well… just looking around an- and I’m thinking of- of maybe buying one,” she manages to get the sentence out.
Harry’s eyes widened a bit but that was all his face gave away for Layla to read. Harry’s heart on the other hand was racing. He was excited, and that was putting it lightly. He nods and steps back a few feet gesturing for her to continue. Giving Layla her space.
“Sorry about that,” she says to Carla.
“No problem. As I was saying, most OBGYNs recommend this.”
“Sounds good to me.” She picks up the bottle and reads the description and checks out the price. It was pretty affordable too, for a little over three ounces. Around 95 millilitres. Converting everything to the metric system was tedious to her a month ago, when she came to the States, but it was now becoming natural.
“About the flavoured ones, they are pretty big and I don’t think I’ll use it much.”
“I could give you the smaller sample bottles to try out,” Carla suggests.
“Pick what you like and I’ll get the smaller version,” they say.
“Umm…Har?” She calls for him. “Do you have any particular flavour you like?”
“Hmm…” he takes a closer look at the bottles. “Banana, apple, watermelon, strawberry, vanilla, berry, kiwi, chocolate, cupcake…” He reads from the bottle.
“Pick one, dude,” Layla says hurriedly.
“Ooh. Cotton candy,” Harry says, picking up the bottle.
“We have a winner.” Layla turns to Carla. “Can I have the smaller one of this, please?” She motions to the bottle Harry’s holding in his hands.
“I’ll be back,” Carla says, walking towards the stockroom, presumably.
“So… lube, huh?” He scratches the back of his head.
“Yeah. I mean I thought it better to have it than to need it and not have it.” She shrugs.
Layla’s phone vibrates in her pocket. “Hold on,” she tells him and she swipes and raises her phone to her ear.
“Hi. I think that bullet will do.”
“Are you sure? Those hands free things Susan had looked good. The Lelo one with the sonic vibration sounds cool.”
“But they are too expensive. I can’t afford it.”
“Ramya, don’t worry about the money. I have some saved up. Consider it a gift from me.”
“No way. I want to buy my own vibrator-“
“Then pay me back whenever you want and get the cool ones,” her tone was a little exasperated.
“No. I think a bullet will do for now. I can use it on me and maybe even my girlfriend. I do have a few questions though.”
“Wait a bit. The sales person will be back and I’ll ask them, okay.”
On cue Carla comes back with a sample bottle of the cotton candy lube. “Here you go.” She hands it to Layla.
“Perfect. Thank you. I have some questions about the bullet vibrator.”
“Ask away,” Carla says.
“Ramya, what did you want to know?” She says back into her phone.
“Batteries or rechargeable? Which one is better?”
Layla turns to Carla. “Should I get the batteries or the rechargeable one?”
“I’d say rechargeable. A full charge lasts up to ten days sometimes.”
Layla parrots the information back to Ramya.
“Question number two, is it noisy?”
“Of course it’s going to make noise, you idiot,” Layla chuckles.
“The ones they make now are more whisper quiet.” Carla says.
“Then get me the bullet. Rechargeable one.”
“Any colour in particular?”
“Yeah. I liked the dark blue one.”
“Byeee. Thanks!” Ramya hangs up.
“Sorry about that. Ramya wanted something,” Layla tells Harry.
“No problem. I assume you are getting a vibrator?” She nods. “Lead the way.”
The three get to the women’s toy section and Layla picks out the one Ramya wanted.
“Can I interest you two in anything else?” Carla asks.
“I think I’m done. Harry?”
“I’m done too.” They walk to the cash register.
“That’s cool.” She points to a leather harness suit in the BDSM section.
“Really?” Surprise registers in Harry’s voice.
“Yeah. That and those fluffy handcuffs.”
“For you to wear?”
“Nope. I like being in control. Technically they’d be for you to wear,” she smirks.
Tingles run though his body at the thought of Layla pinning him down. “Do you wanna get them?”
“No!” She shakes her head. “At least not right now,” she adds and Harry nods.
Carla rings up Layla’s things first - a pair of fishnet stockings, two lubes and a bullet vibrator. “Do you want me to bill your things separately?” They say to the two.
“No. Combine it.”
“Harry, you can’t be serious! You cannot pay for mine.” She turns to him.
“What? It’s okay.” He pulls out his card from his wallet.
“No. It’s really weird that you are paying for my best friend’s vibrator,” she crosses her arms and scrunches her face a bit.
“Okay. I see what you mean. True. At least let me pay for the lube.”
“No! I got it,” she stares him down.
“Fine,” he huffs. “Pay for your things. I’ll be right back.”
Layla hands the money over to Carla and Harry comes back with two penis straws and puts it on top of his fishnets.
“Why are you getting those?” She giggles.
“You couldn’t stop laughing at it,” he shrugs and pays for his things. They thank Carla and head to the car.
They stop at a nearby Starbucks so Harry can get some black coffee. Layla didn’t really want anything, so she was sitting in the cafe’s outdoor seating area and Harry headed in to get himself the coffee. Layla was looking around to get a feel of the town. She’s been to Raleigh a few times but not this part of the town.
She’s distracted by a small yip, she turns to the side to find a girl walking the cutest little corgi. She was stunning, blonde hair, blue eyes, body like a model and legs that were long and to die for.
“Oh my, can I pet your pup? He’s so adorable,” she asks the girl.
“Oh sure, go ahead. This is Colin.”
Layla puts her bag on the chair and squats down to the pavement to pet Colin. “Hi there, Colin! Aren’t you the cutest thing in the whole world!” She talks to the corgi in her baby voice. She gives him some good behind the ear scratches and he jumps up and places his front paws on her knees and lets out a small bark and licks her hand. This makes Layla and the owner giggle.
“Hey, Lails, I know you didn’t want anything but I got you a- Phoebe hi,” Harry says awkwardly.
“Harry. Didn’t think I’d see you here. How are you?” Phoebe was flustered. Layla's eyes were on them but her hands were still petting a very excited Colin, she had a feeling they knew each other.
“I’m good, thanks. This is Layla, my girlfriend.” This is the first time he’s referred to her that way and to think in the morning she wasn’t sure what to call him.
“Hello,” Layla stands up and extends her hand out and they shake. Harry wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him.
“Lovely to meet you,” she mumbles.
“Likewise. Colin is quite the sweetheart.”
“He is,” she smiles at him.
“I didn’t know you had a dog,” Harry says.
“He’s my parent’s pup. They are here for a visit.” She says. Harry and Phoebe stand there awkwardly for a few moments.
“I have to go. It was nice running into you. Happy to meet you Layla. He’s a wonderful guy, take care of him Layla,” she says.
“I fully intend to. Bye.”
“Bye, Phoebe,” Harry smiles and Phoebe walks away from the café.
“That was awkward,” Layla says as she settles down.
“Tell me about it. Here. It’s a dragon fruit, mango lemonade.” He passes it to her.
“Thanks. Although I won’t be able to finish this.” She takes a sip of the refresher. “How do you two know each order?”
“She’s studying in Chapel Hill. Meet her in a club here with Mitch and Sarah. We kinda umm…”
“The friends with benefits thing?”
Harry nods. “Sorry. Didn’t know she’d be here or I wouldn’t have come here. I haven’t spoken to or thought about her in over a month and a half. You have to know that.”
“Harry, it’s okay. You don’t owe me an explanation. I don’t expect you to not come to Raleigh because of one person.” She reaches for his hand and gives him a reassuring squeeze.
“I didn’t know you love dogs.”
“Oh dogs are superior to cats. I love them. Especially golden retrievers and doodles. I’ve always wanted a dog but my parents never let me have one. What about you? Are you a dog or a cat person?”
“I had a dog growing up. Mum had three cats. So both I guess. I also had a pet hamster when I was ten. She sadly passed away five months after I got her.”
Layla pouts at him. “What about you? Any pets growing up?”
“I had two rabbits, a fish - he was a flower horn and the absolute love of my life. Had him for seven years. Lovebirds and a parrot. The parrot was shipped off to my great grandmother's house because she worsened my granddad’s asthma. She calls me “kutti” everytime I walk into my great grandma’s home. It’s real cute,” Layla smiles.
“Like how your aunt and uncle call you?”
“Yup. She just sorta picked it up because everyone called me kutti growing up.”
“You don’t like cats?”
“I don’t particularly care for them. A cat bit my pinky once. So I don’t really trust them. But I’m nice to them. My friends have cats and I treat them well and for some reason cats gravitate towards me even if I’m the one in the room expressing the least interest. A friend’s kitten once dove head first into my crotch.”
“I’d like to dive headfirst into your crotch. Oh to be that kitten.”
Layla’s face becomes hot, she rolls her eyes and playfully kicks his shin under the table. He chuckles, pulling her hand to his lips and giving a kiss.
“Cats do that because you ignore them, they think you are the least aggressive and rub up against your legs. The best way to befriend a cat is to act like you don’t care about them in the slightest,” he chuckles. “I’m curious, how did a cat bite you?”
“It was summer vacation and my cousins and I were helping my grandma give our dog, Tommy, a bath. When I said help, we were just playing in the water with him. We didn’t notice the cat going inside his kennel in the backyard. After his bath, Tommy went over and scared himself and the poor cat. I think he was trying to play with the cat and he was chasing him around and my older cousins caught the cat and had him pinned on top of the kennel and I was telling Tommy to be gentle and I raised my hand to pet it’s head and the next thing I know, there was pain and blood. They took me to the doctor and she gave me an injection. I don’t remember which pinky though. I was probably four or five.”
Harry examines both her pinkies. “Yeah. I don’t see a scar either. Healed pretty well.” He strokes both of her pinkies.
“You thinking of applying for undergrad?”
“Yeah. Working on this paper with you really made me miss collecting data and reading. I have been looking at a few schools. There are some that offer accelerated 4+1 year programs where I can get my Masters too.”
“What about you? Are you looking into doctoral programs?”
“I have. They are really competitive though. Only three or four people get picked out of three hundred or more applicants. Plus, I’m an international student. That puts me at a disadvantage already.” She sighs heavily.
“But you won’t know until you try, right? What’s the harm in applying? If you don’t get it, which I don’t think will be the case for you, you can always work.” Harry takes a final sip of his coffee.
“Suppose you are right. I do have to get a WES accreditation to get the American equivalent of my degree and my GPA. Maybe I’ll apply. I have all of my documents and whatnot already scanned and in a folder in my Google drive.”
“That’s great.” He gives her a reassuring smile. “Are you gonna finish that?” He points to the mango dragon fruit lemonade that was half finished.
“No. I’m full. I had breakfast a little late. Thank you for getting me one though. How much do I owe you?”
“Nonsense. You don’t have to pay me back. Can I drink some of yours?”
“Yeah. Can we get going home, please? It’s a quarter to three and my mom calls me and if she’s on video call and she sees that I’m outside without my folks, she’ll kill me.”
“Yeah. Come on.”
The two get into the car, put on their sunglasses, and Harry connects his phone to the Bluetooth and ABBA starts playing. “I didn’t know you liked them!” Layla says.
Harry starts singing Take a Chance on Me and she joins along. The rest of the twenty minute drive goes like that. The two sing and dance along to hits after hits of ABBA and Layla occasionally raises the Starbucks cup to Harry’s lips, so he can drink the remainder of her beverage.
Harry’s stops at a red light and turns his body to face Layla. They’re singing Andante Andante and he can’t help but lean over and kiss her cheek multiple times causing her to giggle and swat him away when the light turns green. For the first time in a while Harry feels light. Like he’s walking on air. He hasn’t felt like that in over a year, since his parents split. He always thought of a glooming cloud that was hovering over him and now he feels the little rays of sunshine fighting their way into his heart from the tiny crevices where the clouds seem to have stirred.
As Layla raises the straw towards his lips, he takes a sip and wonders if it was because of her.
Like clockwork, Layla’s phone vibrates at 3:10 pm and her screen lights up with a picture of a middle aged woman, who looked very similar to Layla. Amma, it said on the display.
“Layla! Your mum’s calling!”
Harry heard her footsteps get down the stairs, where she went to pee and wash her face. She gets to the family room and Harry hands her phone to her.
“I’m going to take the call in the kitchen. Be right back,” she says hurriedly and walks towards the kitchen.
Harry goes to freshen up in the hall bath. He comes back and draws the curtains to block the afternoon light streaming from the backyard to the room through giant French windows. He throws a cozy blanket and pillows on the cloud couch. He turns on the TV and dims the light, they were going to watch a movie after all. He settles down on the sofa and texts Sarah and Mitch asking if they were free on Friday to meet Layla. He then posts a picture of her to his Instagram stories. He took it before they left to the store; she was standing in the backyard throwing a peace sign in one hand while the other was on her hip. She was smiling looking directly into the camera, her dimple on display, head tilted to the right. She had the softest dimple on her left cheek. Although they weren’t as deep as his, they were still very prominent when she smirked, gave him a big smile, or pursed/sucked her lips in when she was thinking. President of the Adam Sandler-core Association, he added the text underneath and tagged her. She’d said that to him when he asked her if she was wearing her uncle’s stuff- “it’s a fit, dude,” she added striking a pose, making him throw his head back in laughter.
“Hey,” Layla says softly, walking over to him. She stands behind the couch and bends down to kiss the top of his head.
“All done with your parents?”
“Yeah. It’s almost three thirty. How about we eat something for lunch while watching the movie?”
“I can’t believe it’s three thirty and I’m not starving,” he turns around to look at her.
“That’s because you downed half of that giant lemonade and coffee,” she chuckles. “Come on. I’ll whip up something quick.” She walks towards the kitchen and he follows.
“What do you want, Harry?” She asks, opening the rice cooker and taking out the cooked rice.
“I thought we are having that,” he points to the rice.
“I’m going to make curd rice. I didn’t know if you’d want that. I can make some sandwiches for you.”
“No, I’m liking all the South Indian food you make. What is curd, by the way?”
“It’s just fresh unsweetened yogurt. Very good for your gut. We make them at home everyday. See!” She pulls out a medium sized earthen pot from the refrigerator.
Harry opens the lid and peeks in. “I didn’t know you could make yogurt at home.”
“It takes two seconds. All you need is some lukewarm milk and a drop of unsweetened curd or yogurt.”
“Interesting.” He watches Layla spoon the rice into two plates. The rice looked a bit overcooked. “Did you overcook it?”
“Huh?” She was getting ginger, frozen mangoes, green grapes and a pomegranate from the fridge.
“The rice,” Harry explains and helps her and puts the fruit on the island.
“Oh no. You have to overcook it a little for this dish,” she says.
“Do me a favour and cut up these grapes and get the pomegranate seeds out would you?”
He gets to quartering a handful of green grapes and Layla starts tempering some spices in the pan.
“What are you doing?” Harry asks when he hears the sizzle.
“I’ve put some black mustard seeds, chopped green chillies, curry leaves, asafoetida, and grated ginger in the oil. Can you put the grapes on top of the rice, please?”
Harry divides the grapes up equally and puts them in their plates. He gets to the pomegranate and accidentally knicks his left index finger, the side of his first knuckle, with the knife. Blood starts oozing immediately. “Ow! Shit.” He brings his finger to his lips and starts sucking on it.
“Did you cut yourself?” Layla immediately whips around, pries his index finger out his mouth to examine it. “It’s just a knick. You’ll live,” she says, bringing his hand to the sink, turning on the tap and letting the water run over it.
“Wait here,” she says, turning off the tap. She then turns around and does the same to the stove. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.”
“It’s just a small cut, Layla. I’ll be okay.” He was amused that she was making this such a big deal.
“I love patching people up. Please don’t take this away from me,” she says with a pout.
“Okay.” A chuckle escapes his mouth as she goes to the garage to get the first aid kit.
Layla dabs some antiseptic on his cut and wraps a band aid around his fingers. "There all better now,” she smiles.
“You know, I hear kissing the wound makes it heal better,” he says with a smug look on his face. He raises his index towards her face. She rolls her eyes and kisses it. He then uses that finger and taps on his lips. A smirk plastered on his face.
“I don’t remember you cutting your lip,” her eyebrow arches.
“I hear that it is the best way to patch someone up.”
“Alright then.” She gets on her toes and grabs his face with both her hands, his arms immediately wraps his arms around her waist, and pecks him on the lips. Once. Twice. Then three times.
“I think my finger’s healed up already,” he says against her lips, causing the two of them to giggle. She backs away from him and gets the pan off the stove. She spoons a generous amount of curd into their plates. And adds the pomegranate seeds, that Harry managed to get out before cutting himself, into the plates. She pours the tempered oil with the spices into both their plates, salts it, and hands Harry two spoons and asks him to mix it.
“That’s it?” He asks.
“That’s it.” She gets a jar from the cabinet and spoons some mango pickle on her plate and keeps very little on Harry’s plate.
“Why do I get a tiny amount of that?” He whines
“It’s pickle and it’s super spicy. I promise, if you can handle that you can steal some from mine. Eat now,” she says, moving to the blender.
“Aren’t you gonna eat?”
“I will. Right after I make some mango lassi.” She puts half a bag of frozen mangos into the blender.
“Oooh. My favourite! Mum and I loved it when you came home the other day after dinner and surprised us with that. Now I get to watch you make it.” He starts eating the rice watching Layla. She pours some honey, a spoonful of rosewater, two saffron strands, and blends it. After checking for lumps, she dumps the rest of the curd into the blender, tosses in some ice cubes and runs it again for a minute. She gets the spoon beside her plate and feeds some to Harry and he willingly accepts.
“You think it needs any more sweetness?”
“Yeah, I think it needs some.”
She spoons some sugar into the blender and runs it again. She puts them into a giant glass jar and puts it in the fridge to chill.
She sits down next to Harry and starts scarfing down her lunch.
“Whoah, slow down. You’re gonna choke,” Harry scolds.
Turns out Harry did finish his pickle like a pro and took the tiniest bit from Layla’s plate.
“What’s this movie we’re gonna watch?” He inquires.
“It’s a Tamil movie, called Alaipayuthey. Hope that’s okay.”
“I actually wanted to ask you to show me some of your favourite Tamil movies, we’ve only been watching English so far and I really wanna get to know your culture.”
Layla smiles at his admission.
“What does it mean? The name of the movie. I can’t pronounce it.”
“Uhhh.. You are really putting me on the spot. I don’t know-”
“You don’t know?”
“I mean I know what it means, but I really don’t know how to explain it in English. I’ll just look it up.” She pulls up the translation on her phone. “Here we go, it means relentlessly flowing waves. Wait, that's not right! It’s too literal. Gimme a minute,” she closes her eyes and thinks hard. Her face makes him chuckle. “Got it! Metaphorically, it means wavering. Like my heart is wavering but gravitating towards you.”
“Ah. Anything I should know before I watch it?”
“Not really. But it did come out twenty one years ago. So, that’s why some borderline stalking/pursuing is considered romantic. Also, I love the soundtrack to this movie, every song just hits different.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Can’t believe the first Tamil movie you’re showing me is older than moi-”
“I’m showing you a classic,” she shrugs.
“What are your favourite songs on there?”
Layla finishes eating and pushes the plate away from her. Harry gets up and clears their dishes, the blender and the pan and starts loading them in the dishwasher. “Thank you for cleaning up.”
“It’s the least I can do. You cooked,” he says matter of factly. “So? Favourite songs?”
“Umm… that’s hard. I like all of them. I’ll give you the top three. It’s Kadhal Sadugudu, Pachiai Neeramey, and Endrendrum Punagai. Please don’t ask me to translate. I’m sure the subtitles will do that for you when you watch it.”
“Go put it on, I’ll be right back after I wipe the island and put the fruits back in the fridge.”
Layla settles down on the couch and opens her uncle’s Amazon account. He’s already purchased the movie, so she pulls it up and Harry walks in with a water bottle and sets it on the ottoman and settles in next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
She presses play and the opening credits start playing.
“This is a top three, right?” He asks.
“Yup. Such a good youthful road trip song. A.R. Rahman did a great job,” she says.
“He’s the Oscar winner for Slumdog Millionaire?”
“I’ve always wanted to get a bike,” Harry says, watching the protagonist riding a motorbike.
“Do you know how to ride?”
“Yeah. I have driven my mate’s bike. Mum will kill me if I ever get one.”
“That’s a shame. I love bike rides. The wind in your face. The feeling of being free. You can feel that in a car but it somehow feels confined.”
“Sounds like you know how to ride one,” he chuckles.
“I do know,” she says with a shy smile.
“What?” He turns around and looks at her.
“You sound so surprised.”
“You are the last person I’d imagine riding a motorcycle. You are such an anxious bean.”
“True,” she chuckles. “I can ride Vespas on my own. I’m too scared and a bit short for motorbikes but if my granddad, dad, or uncle sits behind me, I will.”
“Such a thrill seeker,” he chuckles and plants a kiss on her forehead.
They watch the rest of the movie in silence. Harry threw some pillows on the floor and sat down, with his legs outstretched, his head rested on Layla’s knee and his back was supported by the couch. Layla was lying on the couch on her side facing the TV, her head on the arm. Her legs were bent at the knee and were at a right angle- one leg upright, resting on the backrest and the other on the cousin, where Harry’s head rested. The two lovers in the movie now moved into their house. Layla’s number one song was coming up.
“I really like the aesthetic of the unfinished house,” Harry says softly.
“Me too,” Layla mumbles.
Soon, Layla’s favourite song comes on and Harry adjusts himself a little so he could pay attention to both the movie and Layla. It was romantic. It was dreamy, the lyrics conveyed how much the protagonist loved and worshipped his wife and Harry could feel it. His hands absentmindedly starts rubbing soft circles on the exposed part of her inner thigh, closer to her knee. He sees the softest smile etched on her face, in the glow of the TV and the dim lights, an idea pops into his head. When the song gets over, he reaches for the remote and pauses the movie.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Pull up the song on Spotify and put it on repeat, please.”
“Trust me, yeah,” he turns around to face her, still on the floor, and sits back on his heels. Layla was confused but she picked up her phone, pulled up the song on Spotify and connected it to the TV, so the music came from the surround sound. The screen was lit up with the album cover, causing the room to be washed in a pretty shade of yellow. The song starts playing.
“It’s on repeat, yeah?”
Layla nods and for some reason, the way Harry was looking at her right now made butterflies flutter in her belly.
“Did you shave?”
She nods, her heart flutters.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I took off your shorts?” His palms move up and down her inner thighs, underneath her trousers.
She nods again.
“I need you to speak, baby,” he coos.
“I don’t mind,” her voice breathless.
He grabs her hips and pulls her closer to the edge. Layla wiggles her torso forward, so her face was almost close to the edge. He hooks his fingers in the waistband, Layla lifts her hips up, so he can pull them down easier. When he gets them to her ankles, she toes it off and kicks it off the cushions.
“So eager,” he chuckles.
He gets a “shut up,” immediately from her causing him to giggle.
He kisses up her thigh and his hand snakes its way into her panties and his fingers explore her folds. He gets to her clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Layla’s breathing gets shaky and her tummy clenches. He withdraws his hand, leans forward and kisses her clothed clit through her panties. She whimpers and bucks beneath him as his tongue swipes over her folds and teases her clit.
“Harryyy, get them off,” she pants. He slides her panties down her legs and tosses them on the cushion.
He sits up on his knees, puts one of her legs over the backrest, and folds the other and pushes it a little higher, she is now completely exposed to his eyes. “Keep them there, baby.” His cock twitches at the sight of her slick core. He crawls a little up and bends over and blows on her folds. She lets out the softest moan. “Tell me if you don’t like anything baby,” he looks into her eyes and she nods, her lower lip trapped by her teeth. He wasted no time after that. He tilts his head to the side, his face was upside down - his nose almost at her entrance and his mouth near her clit. He inhales and dives in.
He swirls his tongue around her folds and, sucking and lapping around her entrance.
“Harry,” she almost screams when his tongue flicks at her bud. She was climbing and climbing, her breathing was shallow, pants, her eyes scrunched tight from the pleasure that burst through her body.
“Ah,” she says and bucks her hips up into his face and he lets out a loud groan. Shivers run down Layla’s spine. The music, the lyrics, Harry’s tongue makes her grip his hair and tug. He moans again. He moves his face from side to side, nose almost prodding at her entrance. His hands tighten around her ass, pulling her even closer to him.
“Do that again, baby,” he begs. Her hands immediately tugs his curls. He kitten licks at her clit and sucks hard.
“Oh, mother of fuck!” She twitches and explodes.
Before she has any time to recover Harry backs away and pulls her up to a seated position. Her legs were now spread apart, Harry was in between them, and he dives in again, sucking her clit hard. Her head thrashes from side to side. “Ah, Layla,” he moans as she bucks her hip towards his face.
Her hands were intertwined with his. Harry prodded his tongue at her entrance and licked into her, eyes closed. Music and Layla were the only two things that were occupying his senses. “Go back to my clit. It’s not doing much,” she pants.
He lets go of her hands, brings his right middle finger and sucks on it. He goes back to flicking his tongue back and forth on her clit and eases his middle finger inside her. She mewls.
“Christ, you are so fucking tight.”
“Harry. Harry. Nugh.” She wiggles as his fingers ease in and out of her and he nibbles her bud. He curls his finger up and starts looking around for her special spot.
Layla was soaring, she didn’t think she could take it anymore, until Harry found her g spot. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she sputters and looks down at him. She could feel the heat in her stomach pooling and the dam waiting to burst.
Harry smirks up at her and the eye contact sends her reeling, she throws her head back on the sofa. He goes back to sucking and furiously licking her bud as his finger pets her walls. Layla twitches and shudders. “Stop squirming baby,” he says, tightening his left hand around her thigh holding it in place. The vibrations of his voice sends tingles through her body. She grumbles back something unintelligent. He could feel her tightening around his finger, as he goes back to nibble on her, moving his finger inside her.
“Come on, sweet girl,” he mumbles and harshly sucks her clit and that was all it took. Her body goes slack and twitches. Her ears ring and, if her eyes were open she swore they wouldn’t have worked for a minute. Harry withdraws his fingers from her, and keeps licking on her folds, working her through her orgasm.
Layla opens her eyes to find Harry’s green orbs staring right back at her. He sucks his middle finger clean and her mouth parts at the sight.
“How was that?” He whispers and plants an open mouthed kiss on her knee.
Layla pounces on him and attacks his mouth. She pins him to the floor. Her tongue invades his mouth, and she could taste herself on him. Her nose scrunches at that unpleasant thought but quickly pushes it away. Harry moans into her mouth as she palms for his rock hard cock through his shorts.
“Take off your clothes and sit up for me,” she says against his lips. He immediately peels off his shirt and pulls his boxers down with his shorts. His throbbing cock springs free slapping against his stomach.
He sits beside her, his legs outstretched. Layla was kneeling facing him. He follows her eyes to his bloated penis. It was big and thick.
“What’s wrong?” He caresses her cheek.
“Nothing. It’s just. I don’t know. I’ve never seen one in real life and it’s just so weird. Not weird in a bad, ugly way or anything. Weird different. I suppose my nethers are also weir-“
“Baby. Stop spiralling,” he leans over and kisses her lips gently sucking on her bottom lip.
Layla wraps her hand around him. Harry’s breathing hitches. He felt warm in her hands. She could feel him twitching. She moves her hand up and down. He winces.
“Oh fuck. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” She looks at him, eyes filled with panic.
“No. Calm down, baby. It’s just that you’re giving me a dry rub down,” he brings her palm to his mouth and licks it three times.
“There we go,” he says leaning over to kiss the tip of her nose.
Layla starts pumping him and uses her thumb to swipe at his tip. Harry was a whimpering mess. She starts kissing on his neck, careful not to leave any marks. “Can you rub my tip with your thumb again?” She nods and does what he asks. He lets out a loud groan.
“You like that?” She whispers in his ear.
“Oh fuck. Christ. So good baby. You’re doing so good,” he moans his praises.
His orgasm was bubbling. Layla feels him twitching and she uses her other hand and starts massaging his balls. He thrusts his hips up into her hands.
“I’m gonna come beautiful,” he breathes out. Layla pumps him faster, her thumb squeezes his tip.
Just as she’s contemplating putting her mouth on him, Harry says, “Kiss me baby. Kiss me.” He turns his face towards her. She kisses him hard, his tongue licks into her mouth.
“Give it to me, Harry. Come for me,” she says into his mouth and that was all it took to push him over the edge. He whimpers and comes gloriously, spurting ribbon after ribbon. She pumps him through it, sucking his bottom lip. It gets on her hands and some get on his thigh.
They both collapse against each other just sitting there, grounding themselves. Their breathing returns back to normal. Now that the pants, moans, groans and heavy breathing has settled down, the music comes into focus.
Harry leans over and kisses her cheek. She reaches for some tissues in the tissue box on the Ottoman and hands him some. Harry wipes his thigh.
“Give them to me. I’ll bin it. I’m gonna go wash my hands and pee.” With that she takes the tissues and walks to the hall bath to clean up.
Harry stands up and puts on his clothes. The song starts again. He had no idea how many times it played when they were loving on each other. This just might be my favourite song yet, he thinks. He picks up the TV remote and pulls up the movie again from where they left it.
Layla comes back in and pulls on her underwear and the shorts and plops down on the far end of the couch. “What’s wrong?” Harry asks.
“Nothing. Play the movie.”
“You’re so far away,” he pouts, making grabby hands at her.
Layla giggles. “Sorry. I’m not a very touchy person. It didn’t even cross my mind,” she says, scooting closer to Harry and pats her thigh.
Harry presses play and lays his head on her lap. She scratches at his scalp and he lets out a contented sigh. They watch the rest of the movie in silence.
Layla turns off the TV when the end card comes on. “What’s the verdict?” She asks Harry who was looking up at her from his lap.
“I liked it. The fact that she didn’t say I love you throughout the movie to her husband but said it at the very end on the hospital bed hit me in the gut. It was like they finally realised their love for each other was unconditional after the reality of life sets in. Both their performances were really good. I liked the music too. The three songs you said, and the one that plays when they meet each other for the first time at their friend’s wedding, especially liked the colour one-“
“Pachiai Neeramey?” She interrupts.
”Yeah. Will you send me a Spotify link of the album? I’d like to listen to it again, especially the one that was on repeat,” he says with a smile.
Layla nods, her cheeks heat up.
“So better than the notebook?” She asks with a smirk.
“Don’t push it,” he says, making her giggle.
“Can we take a nap? All those scalp scratches you gave me made me sleepy,” he pouts at her.
“Sure, hold on,” she reaches over and empties the remaining water in the bottle and settles back on the couch.
Harry gets up to turn off the lights and crawls in between her legs and rests his head on her chest. A few moments pass by and Harry suddenly lifts his head up and starts alternating kisses on Layla’s left and right breasts.
“What the hell are you doing?” She laughs.
“Just remembered that I haven’t paid attention to them all day. So I’m loving on them,” he shrugs.
“You are such a weirdo,” she shakes her head.
“Yet you chose to hang out with me all day. What does that say about you?” He quips.
“Hmm,” he yawns.
“Why did you ask me to put that song on repeat when you went down on me?”
“I was really feeling it. The lyric translation and the music. You were smiling at the TV, too. You looked absolutely adorable. Plus, it was your favourite song. I just wanted to give you something to remember by the next time you listen to it,” he shrugs and nuzzles into her chest. The two settle back and slumber finds them.
Abi and Vasanth key into the house around seven and find the two fast asleep on the couch.
“Oh my god, Vasanth! This is so cute!” She squeals snaps and a picture of the two and sends it to Layla. They both head upstairs to wash up.
Layla heads up to her room at quarter to twelve after a long video call with her parents and grandparents along with her aunt and uncle planning one of the first of many pregnancy ceremonies for Abi. Harry left at around 7:30 with mango lassis for him and Anne. He wanted to spend some time with his mum at dinner.
She notices a paper airplane on her bed. She picks it up and looks over to Harry’s window. It was closed and the blinds were shut - he was probably asleep.
She reads the note: Your friend’s kitten can suck it. Dove headfirst into your crotch, baby. ;)
“Idiot,” she mutters to herself with a big smile, she sends him the link to the album on Spotify with a small white heart emoji, and walks into the bathroom to do her skincare.
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“She’s okay now, she’s cried and ranted about how betrayed she feels, how she could have expected it from anyone else other than Jim. The way she speaks about him, it sounded like this guy just had a complete personality change,” Taylor spoke, on the phone to Chris in her kitchen. She’d grabbed Mia’s cell and answered it, save waking her very emotionally weary friend who had fallen asleep on the couch with Stanley.
“People often do when profit is involved,” Chirs snorted, beyond incensed at what had transpired between Jim and Mia that morning. He was just glad she’d gone to Taylor and wasn’t alone, knowing how motherly his best friend was, she was honestly in the best place she could be after being betrayed so badly by someone she considered a good friend.
“Are you okay?” Taylor asked, not wanting to forget about him in it all.
“I’m fucking livid. I’d kick the cunt from one side of his fucking premises to the other if I physically could right now. What Mia and I do behind closed doors is absolutely not for sale. He’s fucking disgusting for even thinking it could be, let alone approaching her with it like that,” he fumed, sighing and rubbing his face.
He was tired enough as it was. This adding to it was the last thing he needed, especially when all he wanted to do was go home so he could be there for his girl. He knew this would really dent her. One thing he knew well about her at that point was, when it came to her heart, when she cared about someone, she wasn’t tough. He knew she would be hurting tremendously over this.
“You’re right, he is a disgusting man. I’ve said all of this to Mia already, but for him to think that every last little part of her is for sale? That’s messed up. I think it might come hand in hand with her industry, though. I haven’t said it to her, but what I know from things she’s told me, it’s a lot darker than she’d have people first believe,” she confided, Chris nodding.
“That’s a truth I think I’ve been trying to ignore for a while, you know. I think she’s very good at putting a brave face on things, on glossing over what she doesn’t like about her career for the sake of making money and being adored, for that bit of it that makes it worth it. Today though, I don’t blame her for crumbling. She must be so hurt,” he said, Tayor confirming that.
“She is, but don’t worry, I’ll look after her in your absence, make sure she leaves here a little happier than she was upon arriving.” Chris thanked her before his call to set meant he had to go, leaving Taylor free to busy herself cleaning her kitchen while her impromptu guest napped in the lounge.
While she scrubbed surfaces and mopped, Mia’s cell rang incessantly, mostly from someone named Gerry. Once she’d awoken and ventured into the kitchen, she found out who that person was, Mia returning his calls.
“I know it was unprofessional, but I,” she began, before her agent tore further shreds off her for walking out in the middle of a shoot. “I understand, yes I know I won’t be paid for it, I...” She was interrupted again at this point, looking pissed off.
Taylor willed her to have the strength to stand up to him, the man she guessed was likely her manager or agent, but as she stood supportively holding Mia’s hand, she watched her friend become broken down by the conversation. When she hung up and turned to her, Taylor could barely believe her ears.
“He said I have to go back on Sunday and that because of today, I owe Jim and his company this for free because of their losses incurred with me walking off set. If I don’t, then my agent is dropping me from his books,” Mia explained succinctly, Taylor’s mouth falling open.
“He what? But, but you’re a big deal, a huge star! How the hell does he think that’s a threat, you can just get another agent! Don’t succumb to the pressure, Mia. You did the right thing, walking out of there. I mean hell, if he wants to talk about being unprofessional, I think a producer asking an actress if he can film and then market her and her boyfriend having sex is about the height of unprofessional!” she cried, absolutely shocked to her bones over Gerry’s stance.
“I thought I was a big enough deal to be able to weather this, but Gerry made numerous alludes to what would happen if I didn’t. He’s a big agent and Jim a big producer, they have the kind of weight I don’t. Essentially, if I don’t do this, I’m finished. They’ll turn their backs on me and put pressure on other companies to do the same,” she sighed, her head beginning to hurt with the stress of it all. It was so unfair, so unjust, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
“Then walk the fuck away, Mia!” Taylor blurted, suddenly checking herself when her tone bordered on shrill. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. I just can’t believe the way you’re being treated. Surely now is the time for you to put your yoga studio plan into action? I mean, you have a decent enough wedge of savings behind you, you must do by now and if you don’t, you could continue your OnlyFans work until you do?” she then suggested softly, reaching to stroke her arm.
“And who’d come? I’m just what they all say I am, a fucking porn star who’ll only be remembered for that. That’s all anyone will ever see me as, as someone for sale.” Sobbing again, she moved to hug Taylor and thank her for her kindness before excusing herself to leave. She tried to assure her that she could be anything she wanted to and she didn’t have to resign her fate to a world that was treating her so horribly, but Mia wouldn’t listen.
There was one person who she’d probably listen to, though. One through sheer volume alone made his feelings very clear.
“Are you fucking insane? You’re not going back there, please, do not fucking tell me you’re fucking going back there?” Oh yes, Chris was mad as hell over what Mia told him when they spoke over FaceTime later that night. The more swears that peppered his narrative, the angrier he was.
“I’m finished if I don’t, baby. They’ll ruin me,” she sighed, dejected.
“Then be finished with it. Can’t you see how fucking toxic it all is if that’s what happens when you, with every legitimate reason in the world, protect yourself and your relationship? If you go back there, you know it’s gonna be awful. You rejected an idea that would have made Jim a killing; he’s not going to be exactly welcoming of you and for that alone, I can’t imagine he’ll want to use you much in the future, so what the hell have you got to lose?” he asked, exasperated.
If Jim had maybe called her, apologised and acknowledged what he’d proposed was inappropriate, Chris wouldn’t have had such a problem, but the fact they wanted to ruin her for protecting her private life from such a vulgar offer? He couldn’t believe she was even entertaining caving to their demands.
“I have to! I can’t do anything else, no one else wants me!” she cried, sobbing all over again.
“How the hell do you know that?” he asked, trying to keep calm.
“I was fired from the first yoga studio I ever worked at because of what I am, and everyone out there right now who knows who you are hates me because of what I am, too. I’ve tarnished myself and I can’t walk away from it, I’ll have nothing!” she shouted, wiping her eyes as the tears poured.
“Mia, you’re getting in a state without thinking things through clearly. You have no idea how people would react to you if you quit doing porn, because you’ve never done it before, have you?” he tried to reason with her, Mia shaking her head.
“It’s too late. I have to go back!”
“No, you fucking don’t! If you do, look at the precedent you’re setting too, you’re going to show those two fucking arseholes that they can treat you however they want, without repercussions. Don’t do it, babe,” he warned her sagely, feeling extremely uncomfortable about her returning to such a toxic situation.
“I don’t want them to take my career from me, it’s all I know. I’m not ready to give it up yet!” she cried, Chris taking a deep breath.
“If this doesn’t make you want to leave, what the fuck is it going to take, huh? What’s it going to take for me to get through to you that you’re good enough and capable enough to have a life away from it all? I would have been happy for you to stay if this hadn’t happened, just for the record. But it has and honestly, it’s no longer healthy for you to remain.” His reasonable questions were just met with more self-deprecation and shouting, though, their conversation becoming so heated that it turned into a full-scale argument.
He couldn’t believe that such a no-brainer the likes of which she was in was even up for debate. It was clear to him, she needed to walk away, but Mia wouldn’t be reasoned with. In the end, he hung up on her, telling her that if that’s how low she saw herself, to be blackmailed like that, then how the hell would anyone else see her as anything better?
He felt awful for being so blunt with her, but she needed the food for thought, she really did. Jim’s offer had angered him greatly, thinking that even for one second either of them would contemplate using their sex life for profit. An apology could have gone some way to mend that for him, though, but the fact that there was only furtherly toxic behaviour coming from both Jim and Mia’s agent really did give him cause for concern.
All he could do was hope that she’d take on some of what he’d put to her before he’d lost his temper completely and shouted at her out of complete frustration, but alas, after ignoring his calls for the rest of the day and most of Sunday, one text message confirmed his worst fears.
‘I’m on set. I’ll call you later when I’m done. I love you.’
“Why can’t you love yourself a little bit more, Mia?” he asked aloud after reading it, wishing he was back in California with her more than anything. That, he knew, was the problem. She didn’t think she was worthy of more, something he sensed probably stemmed a lot deeper than because of how she’d been treated since becoming involved with him, too.
All he knew was that he’d do anything to show her just how much more she was worth.
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Puppy Love P.2
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There we go!” Vaela cooed, continuing to hold and stroke Bluebonnet’s captive hand, continuing to run her long, delicate fingers through the baker’s hair. “Aww, doesn’t that feel nice, sweetie?”
Bluebonnet whimpered and gave a tiny meek nod.
“Good girl!” The praise ran over Bluebonnet as thick and sweet as Vaela’s delectable, addictive perfume. Bluebonnet squirmed helplessly, her eyes fleeing Vaela’s smug, knowing gaze and retreating back to the safest place to stare.
Vaela’s bra was so pretty, she thought hopelessly. The hearts in it matched Vaela’s rose-dusk eyes, and... gosh, Vaela’s breasts looked so soft…
Bluebonnet didn’t know what had happened. One moment, she’d been alone in the shop, having yet another boring, regular, safe day. Lonely, but safe.
The next, this… this breathtaking vision of a woman had walked in, introduced herself as Vaela, and rendered Bluebonnet a squirming, wiggling, red-faced disaster just with a few sly smiles, teasing compliments, and bounces of those pretty breasts of hers.
Bluebonnet let out a tiny squeak as Vaela gave her hand another squeeze. It felt like her mind was being squeezed a little every time Vaela did that, and the sensation felt so nice. It felt so nice, feeling her thoughts getting a little more… pliable… and gooey… and slow… with every squeeze, every headpet...
“That’s right,” Vaela whispered, and Bluebonnet whined. “That feels soooo good, doesn’t it, sweetie?”
Bluebonnet bit her lip. She knew she should say no. She knew she was supposed to say no.
But she found herself giving a tiny, meek nod.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” Vaela said slyly, leaning in a little. “What was that, dear?”
“Y-Yes,” Bluebonnet said, her voice as weak as a kitten’s, “yes, um… it’s, I-I mean…”
“Speak up, sweetie.”
Bluebonnet babbled helplessly.
Vaela giggled. “Aww. So cute.”
She released Bluebonnet’s hand, only to reach up and cup Bluebonnet’s chin, guiding her gently but firmly back to eye level. Bluebonnet’s lips parted thoughtlessly as she gazed into those shimmering rosy-pink eyes and melted into the swirling hearts that seemed to be flowing right into her open mind. Her cheeks were on fire, but somehow, she didn’t feel embarrassed anymore.
She swallowed. She just felt...
... really… really… really horny.
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“Tell me what you want, sweetie,” Vaela purred, reaching up one finger to gently stroke Bluebonnet’s quivering lower lip. Her other hand continued to lovingly pet Bluebonnet’s hair.
“I…” Bluebonnet whined and squirmed beneath that smug, dominant gaze. “I-I, umm…” Gods, why were thoughts and words suddenly so difficult? “S-So, I, you see, it… it feels…”
And then Vaela’s words descended on Bluebonnet in a sultry, irresistible coo.
“Use your words, puppy~”
“It feels goooood,” Bluebonnet moaned unthinkingly, leaning into the headpets, leaning into Vaela’s capable clutches. “S-So good, Vaela, it feels so, so--”
A finger went to her lips, and she meekly went silent.
Vaela smirked down at her. “Would you like to go back to staring at my tits?” she asked innocently, batting those thick eyelashes. “You can, if you want to.”
Bluebonnet licked her lips, suddenly remembering herself a little, remembering a little shame. “I-I… um...”
Bluebonnet’s cheeks burned and she gave a needy nod. Then, when Vaela’s smile just widened, she meekly added, “Yes, please.”
The hand released her chin, and Bluebonnet’s head dropped like a stone, and her mind once again sank into blissful adoriation. Vaela had said she could stare. So she stared. She stared at those gorgeous, soft, beautiful breasts, and felt her mind melting between their comforting warmth once more.
Vaela took her hand again and gave it another squeeze… then gave a little tug. Bluebonnet’s heart fluttered as she found herself being led slowly by the hand. She couldn’t just... just let this woman tug her along, could she?
But she followed along obediently. Because Vaela’s motion meant the breasts were bouncing, and...
... and oh, it felt so nice to just stare brainlessly at those pretty bouncy boobies…
… to breathe Vaela’s sweet, addictive perfume, in and out, in and out, in time with the rise and fall of Vaela’s chest…
… to allow herself to be led like a… like a...
... like a good, obedient Puppy…
She whimpered and rubbed her legs together as Vaela led her out from behind the counter and towards the corner, towards the big, cozy armchair usually used by couples this time of year. Couples Bluebonnet had always been secretly jealous of, wishing she… wishing she had someone to…
She squirmed and whined, realizing what Bluebonnet was doing, dimly realizing why her mind was starting to feel so syrupy, so sluggish and suggestible. But the tits jiggled so enticingly. So addictively. And Vaela smelled so, so sweet.
She kept breathing in and out. In time with Vaela’s breathing. In time with the hand squeezes. In time with the headpats. And she followed along like a good girl.
She was starting to get very, very horny.
Vaela paused a moment by the door, and Bluebonnet had a sudden moment of fear. Was Vaela about to leave her after all?
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Bluebonnet saw the pretty brunette reach up and flip the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED”.
And Bluebonnet’s heart began to pound in her chest.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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