Picture credits to Naughtyharder_ on IG.
Susa played as harryharder on IG
Shahid played as naughtyboymusic on Twitter
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After Naughty Boy blocked her, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was all that ran through his mind, all day and all night. Susa, Susa, Susa, he would keep repeating in the silence of the night as if her name were a sacred hymn only to be whispered by the holiest of mouths. Her name dripped off his tongue like hot honey, scalding his entire being with the image of her seductive soul.
He hadn't meant to block her, really. It was just when he saw her tweeting him that his heart started beating faster than a hummingbird's wings and his hands started sweating nervously. He panicked and blocked her on impulse without thinking it through. Her continuous tweets of love and affection towards him was something he wasn't used to.
Naughty Boy, or Shahid, wasn't used to any love at all. Not with all the drama going on in his life. People would call him things from the Pillsbury Dough Boy to a strange variety of greasy foods that he's never even heard of before. But then there was her, Susa. She understood him and loved him despite the oil that lingered on his skin.
When he finally pondered over it for some time, Shahid quickly gathered the courage to unblock Susa and quickly DM her a message.
NaughtyBoyMusic: Hey babe. :) Sorry for blocking you, you're too kind to me haha. Just trying not to get lost in the hate. Keepin' up the good vibes x.
Could he make this work? He didn't even know where she lived or how old she was. He was currently in Germany at the moment to help produce some music for a friend, but the chances of her being anywhere near him were slim.
Only two minutes later, his phone buzzed and informed him that he had a new message from Susa.
Crap, he thought. I can't believe this beautiful plump donut wants to talk to me, a greasy overcooked roast beef. His insecurity was starting to get the best of him as he clicked the message.
SusaPrivate: i love u baby. Thanks for unblocking me. Fick mich und versohl mich, daddy (; (; ((;
His eyes skimmed what was sent to him and only three words crossed his mind: Holy. Fucking. Shit.
In that moment, his life flashed before his eyes. He saw Susa and him building a future together: he saw them getting married by the beach on a sunny day with the grainy sand beneath their toes, having two twin girls and one older boy that they'd name after their parents, and making love (or fucking hard, for that matter) under the moonlight in Paris, France. No one had ever left such a loving, thoughtful message for him. He knew she was the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
As fast as lightning, he sent her back a reply asking where she was and more about her in general. As the minutes passed on, he gradually figured out that she was 16 and also in Germany, which made him "holy fucking shit!" even more than he originally did. He knew that she was way too young for him, considering he was a 30 year old man on the brink of a midlife crisis, but he definitely wasn't going to let a stupid number get in the way of true love.
Soon, they exchanged numbers and agreed upon a place to meet up in only a few hours.
"Fuck," Shahid spoke to himself quietly as it actually dawned upon him that this was happening. "I'm meeting Susa today."
"Fuck!" More excitement flooded through him as the seconds ticked by. He jumped off the chair he was sitting in and high-fived himself. "This greasy fucker has a date!"
Shahid rushed to get ready, making sure he looked as spiffy as possible for when they met. He was clad in his signature track suit, a special black one that he only wore for important occasions.
By the time he was done getting ready, he had thirty minutes left until he had to be at their meeting place, Susa's house. She told him that her parents were out of town and that it would be the perfect spot for the perfect night. Before leaving, he walked over to his full length mirror to double check that he was all set.
She's gonna want to bang me for hours, Shahid confidently thought. He popped his collar, slicked back his hair with his bodily oils, checked himself out one last time in the mirror, and left to find his soon to be dominatrix.
The drive to her house was relatively short and before he knew it, he was knocking on her door. Shahid was shaking as he waited for her to answer. He couldn't believe that he was about to first-handedly witness the appearance of the most beautiful girl in the world.
Suddenly, the doorknob jingled and made his whole body freeze.
The door opened and he was left breathless. There Susa stood, pretty face and all, with a tight black dress--God, was that dress tight--and a matching pair of black high heels. She stood staring at him breathlessly also. Her eyes roamed his God-blessed body, hungry to see what was underneath.
During this time, neither of them made a single peep. When Shahid finally snapped out of it and squeaked out a feeble "Hi," Susa immediately grappled onto Shahid's body and pulled him towards her with full force. The sexual tension in the air was too much for them. They both skipped the introduction and brought their lips together in a full out make out session.
Shahid grabbed Susa's hips and forced her legs around his pudgy waist. He blindly stumbled inside of her house until he managed to find his way to a bedroom, any bedroom.
He plopped the both of them down on a bed and broke their kiss. He needed to take a moment to catch his breath. There was no point in doing this if he was just going to pass out halfway through their fuck.
"Already tired?" Susa laughed and looked down at him when she noticed he was having trouble breathing. She found it hilarious considering he was wearing sportswear.
"I wasn't made for running, baby," he said while ripping off his track suit. "I was made for riding."
Shahid pulled Susa onto his lap and tossed off her tight dress and underwear. He grunted at the sight of the gorgeous body before him. So damn sexy, he thought.
He knew she wouldn't be able to take him all at once, so he needed to get her ready. He wiped some of the grease off of his face to use as lube before bringing his hand down to her center. Yeah, that's right, Shahid thought with a demented sort of satisfaction. Call me greasy all you want, at least it's getting me laid tonight.
"Shahid!" Susa shouted out in pleasure as he began to massage her clit with his lard-lubed up hands.
"No," he interrupted her in the middle of her animalistic moans. "You can call me Shahid when we're in public. But in bed," he started to say.
"Call me Naughty Boy."
FIN.
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I CANT BELIEVE I FUCKING WROTE THIS.
Ok so I forgot to say that Fick mich und versohl mich meant f*ck me and spank me so there's that
