#lanisobased

“Hey guys, I’m bored so let’s talk” the girl smiled as she opened her insta live

ynswife: our queen

random0184016: we’ve missed you y/n

cheche: where’s chase?

“I’ve miss you too my loves, I don’t know where that nigga is” the girl scoffed as she looked for the remote to her tv

user1038: queen what happened?

random01740: hot girl summer?

ynswife: okay wait we need a new YouTube video soon tho

“I knowww I promise to drop on YouTube soon I swear” the girl smiled as she went to her favorite playlist “FUCK HIM”

“and it might be a hot girl summer guys” the smiled as she began to play Hot Girl Summer by Megan The Stallion

ynswife: wait is it ass shaking time

random017402: ass gone cause an earthquake

random104640: AND WHERE IS CHASE

The girl only shrugged as she continued to run her fingers through her newly installed wig.

Getting it in blonde just made her look even more like a Barbie Doll.

Smiling standing up she began to give them a tour of her outfit.

random01748: wait daily OOTDs are back

random1036: our pretty pink princess

ynswife: a real life barbie doll

randomfan080: their aesthetics are so different i swear

“Okay so today guys! I got this little white corset top from a friend” the girl paused in the middle of her sentence, “ I lied, I did indeed steal this from Ashlyn’s closet!”

The girl smiled as she moved her itty bitties into the camera to show the lace design. Smiling as the bows went down her cleavage.

ashlynmarie: BITCH IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT

praiseche: get tf off live ma

cheche: oh? there’s chaseeeee

The girl could only pause and ignore the comment feeling a rush of adrenaline run through her.

“Anyways tho, umm these shorts, are from Walmart” the girl smiled as she bent over a little giving them a little show.

ynswife: ass tooo phat

random3804: waittt lemme get a bite of that

praiseche: you deadass got 5 minutes y/n

The girl smiled as she took in all the compliments, ignoring his comments she did a lil spin again as she sat back down.

“Anyways though, I’ve been working on a new song yall I’m so excited yall” the girl smiled as she saw a message on her phone

The girl paused her sentence as she felt a rush go straight to her pussy. Smiling she stood up, “be right back guys”

random1027: let’s bet $5 it’s che

ynswife: ouuu she boutta get fucked down

The girl walked downstairs allowing the comments to talk to themselves, looking through the peep hole she saw Chase standing on the other side with her live pulled up.

“I know you right there, open this fucking door before I kick this bitch in” she heard him say as she secretly smiled to herself

Putting on a mad face she unlocked the door and looked Chase up and down before trying to walk away before he grabbed her by the back of her neck.

“Imma give you 5 seconds to go turn that live off before they see what I do to you” the boy mumbled in her ear as he pressed himself against her behind

The girl could only nod knowing if she spoke her voice would be shaky and her cover would be blown.

He slowly let the girl go before patting her on her ass twice, letting her get a few steps upstairs before he followed behind the girl.

The girl went into her room as she sat back down and gave a small smile before going back to talking.

“Anyways as one was saying, I’m currently making songs again. And this time I’m trying a new style-“ the girl paused as she watched Chase come into her room as pull a chair by the girl.

“Keep talking” the boy whispered in her ear, “since you wanna show out let’s show out” he finished as he smiled putting a hand on the girls leg

random10384: ouuu what happened downstairs? she so quiet now

ynswife: bae it’s supposed to be a hot girl summer

cheche: he not going for that

“You was gone have a hot girl summer?” Chase asked as he slid his hand into the girls pants just resting there

“What? Huh, oh yea I said that earlier” the girl smiled trying to compose herself as she was caught off guard trying to make sure he wasn’t seen by the camera

The girl kept talking with fans as she tried her best to ignore the heat she felt downstairs while his hand sat there. Beginning to feel needy she decided she needed to turn it up a bit.

“Okay so I was invited to this club tomorrow would you guys like me to do a get ready with me tomorrow” the girl smiled as she saw Chase raise an eyebrow in confused knowing they never spoke of a club

user1163: why he look confused

ynswife: omgsh slutty barbie doll??

user920: who’s all gonna be there?

“I don’t know yet, I was just invited by someone. And yes of course I’m gonna do a slutty barbie doll” the girl smiled as she leaned into his hand a bit more as she smiled into the camera

Chase only let out a small laugh as he slightly began to rub her through her panties, just enough to give her attention but not enough to give her what she wants.

“She won’t be going to no club tomorrow, especially since I didn’t know about it” the boy laughed as he felt the girl begin to rut into his hand

Slouching back in her seat, she put her face into his shoulder, “Stop teasing me” the girl sighed

“Nah, she’s good yall” the boy started as he read the comments as he began to rub faster circles for the girl

“She talking about she sleepy but she can stay on live since she wanted to pop her shit” he shrugged as he kept the girls lower half covered by his shoulders but adjusted her into his lap

The girl sighed as she began back talking to the comments as she felt him slide his hand back into her pants but this time straight past her panties and straight into pussy causing her to gasp

user2048: you good??

user10374: what js happened?

“Oh umm, I just wanted to tell yall how mhm I just got a new brand deal” the girl said trailing off as she tried to stabilize herself

“You didn’t tell them yet?” the boy asked speeding up, “tell them because that shit gone go crazy ma” he smiled as he watched the girl’s breathe begin to turn uneven

“It was mmm for vict- victoria sec- secret mmm” she stuttered through the sentence trying to play it off knowing she was about to start falling about

Chase only laughed as he began to take over and talk to the live as the girl only turned her body so she could hide her face in his neck

“You done ma” he asked quietly just for her to hear as he smiled into the camera

The girl only nodded causing him to speed up his fingers as she tried to close her legs. The boy only shrugged and pulled her legs apart causing the girl to whine and quickly go back into his neck.

user1037: naah they def got some going on what was that

user0184: what’s going on with my queen ??

“I’m done please don’t stop” the girl said into his ear causing the boy to smile

“Okay she said she’s tired for real, imma end it here. I love yall, say bye ma” the boy said as he picked the phone up putting her face towards the camera

The girl only gave a small smile and wave before turning back into the boys shoulder, “please chase” she whined quietly

LIVE ENDED.

The sat the phone down as he pulled his fingers from the girls vagina and began to lick them clean.

The girl whined as she turned completely to face him. The two stared at each other before he picked the girl up and moved them to her bed as she straddled the boy.

She tried to lean into the boy only for him to grab her next and lean back.

“Fuck you keep playing wimme ‘fore bruh? I told you get off that live and it took all this for you to get off” he mumbled as he tightened his hand around the girls next just enough for the air to be gone but still be pleasurable

“I-I’m sorry Cha- stop saying you sorry” he said cutting the girl off as he pulled the girl into a hungry kiss

The two kept kissing as the girl began to grind down on his leg making the boy to laugh and slap her ass. Letting out a whine the girl began to grind down on the boys leg trying to get her release only for the boy to stop her.

The first time Elijah walked into her bakery, Y/N barely looked up. It wasn’t because she was rude. It was because she was elbow-deep in frosting.

A tray of vanilla cupcakes sat on the counter in front of her, waiting for their final swirl of buttercream. The morning rush had only just ended, and the bakery was finally settling into that quiet lull between breakfast and lunch. Sunlight spilled through the large front windows, warming the wooden floors and illuminating the floating dusting of flour that seemed permanently suspended in the air.

The bell above the door chimed. Another customer. Y/N continued piping, greeting coming out her mouth before she even realized it.

“Welcome in.” A moment later she glanced up.

The customer standing near the display case wasn’t looking at the menu. He was looking at the pastries. Not in the impatient way people usually did while deciding what to order.

He looked almost fascinated. His gaze moved slowly from tray to tray, taking everything in as though each item deserved individual appreciation.

It made her pause for half a second. Then she returned to decorating cupcakes.

When he finally approached the register, he ordered a croissant and an iced coffee. Simple. Nothing memorable.

Still, when he smiled and thanked her before leaving, she found herself watching him walk out the door.

Only for a second. Then she forgot about him. At least, she thought she did.

The next morning, he came back. And the morning after that. And the morning after that. Soon enough, Y/N found herself expecting him.

The bell would ring. She’d glance toward the entrance. And there he was. Always around ten. Always with that same calm expression. Always looking slightly sleepy. After a few weeks, she had his order memorized.

One morning she had his coffee ready before he even reached the counter. The surprise on his face made her laugh.

“You know my order?” He looked genuinely shocked.

Y/N slid the cup across the counter. “You’ve gotten the same thing every day for almost a month.”

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks “Oh.”

She grinned. “Oh?”

“I didn’t realize I was that predictable.”

“You are, but it’s okay”

His laugh was quiet. The kind that lingered in the room after it ended.

After that, things became easier. Conversations slipped naturally into their routine. Nothing serious.

Just little exchanges while she boxed pastries or wiped down counters. Enough that she learned his name. Enough that he learned hers. Enough that they stopped feeling like strangers.

The first unusual request happened on a rainy Thursday.

— 🍩

Elijah was standing at the counter while Y/N rearranged pastries behind the glass.

His eyes lingered on a tray she’d been experimenting with earlier that morning. “Can I ask you something?”

“Depends.” she smiled giving the boy a small smile

He smiled, “Do you ever make donuts?”

Y/N looked up, “Not usually.”

“Oh.” the disappointment was subtle.

Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Y/N did right away, “What kind were you thinking?”

His expression brightened immediately.

And suddenly he was explaining brown butter glaze and soft dough and how he’d been craving one for weeks.

The passion in his voice caught her off guard. By the time he finished, he looked embarrassed, “Sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” The girl giggled before going back to her tray of desserts

“I kind of got carried away.” he mumbled grabbing one of his dreads

Y/N laughed at his bashful nature “I was the one who asked.”

The following Tuesday, Elijah walked into the bakery and stopped dead in his tracks.

A small sign sat in the display case.

Brown Butter Glazed Donuts — Limited Batch

His eyes widened. Y/N pretended not to notice and cover her laughter, “Can I help you?”

Elijah looked at her, “wait a minute” Then the donuts, then back at her. “You made them.”

The smile threatening to appear on her face became impossible to hide. “Maybe.”

For the first time since she’d met him, Elijah laughed loud enough for other customers to hear. And Y/N decided right then that she liked the sound.

After that, it became a habit.

Elijah would mention something he wished existed. A week later, it somehow appeared in the bakery.

Orange zest cinnamon rolls. Honey lavender cookies. Matcha cream puffs.

Every time, his reaction was exactly the same. A look of surprise. A smile. Then immediate enthusiasm.

“You’re encouraging me.”

“You’re giving me ideas for my menu”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the same thing.”

“It is in my bakery.”

Months passed without either of them realizing how attached they’d become.

Text messages started first. Recipe questions. Photos of failed experiments. Late-night complaints about stubborn dough.

Then somehow the conversations stopped being only about baking.

They talked about everything. Favorite movies. Embarrassing childhood stories. Music. Dreams.

The little things. The important things.

One evening, Y/N sent him a photo of a disastrous batch of cookies.

The text underneath read: these look awful

His response came seconds later: they look edible

that isn’t helping

i said edible not attractive

Y/N laughed so hard she nearly dropped her phone.

By then, hearing from Elijah had become one of her favorite parts of the day.

A few weeks later she invited him over to test a new menu item. Then she invited him again. And again.

Soon it became normal.

Elijah sitting at her kitchen counter while she baked. Sunlight filtering through the windows. Music playing quietly from a speaker. The smell of vanilla filling the room.

Sometimes he helped. Usually he just watched.

One afternoon Y/N caught him staring, heavier than normal. She set down her whisk, “You’re doing it.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Doing what?”

“Staring.”

A faint blush appeared immediately. “I wasn’t staring.”

“You absolutely were.”

“I was observing.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “That’s the same thing.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“What’s the difference?”

Elijah looked away first. Which told her everything.

A smile tugged at her lips. “Thought so.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Elijah quietly said, “I like watching you bake.”

The room suddenly felt warmer. Y/N looked down at the bowl in front of her before he could see her smile, “Oh.”

His voice softened as he continued “You’re happy when you’re doing it.”

Something about that stuck with her long after he left. Because nobody had ever noticed that before.

Months later, Elijah texted her. can i bring something tomorrow?

The message seemed harmless. Still, she spent far too much time wondering about it. The answer arrived the next afternoon. Elijah stood on her porch holding a white bakery box. He looked nervous. Ridiculously nervous.

More nervous than she’d ever seen him. Which immediately made her nervous too.

Inside the box were donuts. Homemade donuts. Slightly uneven. Slightly lopsided. Very obviously made with care.

Y/N stared at them. Then at him. “You made these?”

Elijah rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t judge them too hard.”

The laugh that escaped her was automatic. “I own a bakery.”

“I know.”

“You’re asking a lot.”

His groan made her smile as she picked one up. Took a bite. The donut was warm. A little dense. A little too sweet.

And somehow it tasted better than plenty she’d had before. Because she knew exactly how much effort had gone into it.

“It’s good.”

The relief on his face was immediate. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“You’re not lying?”

“Elijah.”

“Okay, maybe don’t answer that.”

She laughed. He smiled. For a few moments, neither of them spoke.

The kitchen was filled with golden afternoon light. Outside, leaves rustled softly in the breeze.

Inside, Elijah kept fiddling with the edge of the bakery box. Over and over.

Y/N noticed. “You’re nervous.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

Elijah looked down. Then laughed quietly. “Okay.”

“I knew it.”

A few seconds passed. Then he exhaled. Slowly. Like he’d been building up courage all day.

“Can I tell you something?”

Y/N nodded.

His gaze met hers. And suddenly every joke, every pastry, every late-night text seemed to settle between them.

“I think,” he began quietly, “I ran out of reasons to come to your bakery months ago.”

Y/N felt her heart stumble. Elijah smiled nervously. “But I kept finding new ones.”

The room seemed impossibly quiet.

“You did?”

“Yeah.” His eyes softened. “My favorite one was usually behind the counter.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks immediately. “Oh.”

A laugh escaped him. “That’s all I get?”

“I’m trying to process.”

“Fair.”

Y/N looked down at the donut still sitting in her hand. Then back at him. And suddenly everything felt obvious.

All those mornings. All those conversations. All those excuses to spend another hour together. Another text. Another recipe. Another day.

Elijah swallowed. “Would you maybe…” He paused. Then smiled sheepishly. “Would you let me take you somewhere that isn’t your bakery or your kitchen?”

For a second, Y/N simply stared at him. Then she laughed softly. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“Very obviously, yes.”

“You’re kind of bad at this.”

“I know.”

She smiled. The kind that started in her chest and couldn’t stay hidden. “Then yes.”

The relief that washed over him made her heart melt. And before she could overthink it, she stepped closer.

Elijah froze. Only for a second. Then his hand found hers. Warm.

Familiar.

The distance between them disappeared naturally.

As though it had been shrinking for months. When their lips met, the kiss was soft. Sweet, the faint taste of donuts still on her tongue.

Just two people who had spent months finding reasons to stay in each other’s lives finally admitting they didn’t need excuses anymore.

When they pulled apart, Elijah was smiling. “so do you, you think the donuts need work?” he mumbled trying to watch the girls reaction

“absolutely”, Y/N laughed, “they’re terrible.”