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Leon is reclining against the headboard of the bed.
He has no t-shirt on. His right arm is resting above his head, relaxed, while he holds his phone in his left hand, thumb scrolling over the screen as he reads the latest news.
You’re curled up on your side, facing him, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts. It’s huge on you, reaching past your ass while the sleeves almost come down to your elbows. The DSO logo is barely visible, and you’d swear that if you wore it one more time, the worn fabric would finally tear.
Leon laughed when he saw you pull it out from his closet a few minutes ago, right after you took a very much needed shower. The sex session you had left you with three orgasms and his cum all over your body.
“That shirt is older than you, you know?”
Of course you knew. That was the reason why you loved it so much.
You smiled and put it on anyway.
Now you’re gripping the fabric between your fingers, playing with the loose threads. You focus on watching your boyfriend, who looks surprisingly relaxed for someone who’s just had an extremely intense sex session.
His glasses slide slightly down his nose. You love when he wears them, but you have to try hard to keep your dirtier thoughts calm and not think about what you’d like him to do to you because—
You clear your throat, nervous.
Leon lets out a small hum without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?”
“Yeah…”
Well. Yeah was relative.
You’d been thinking about something for a few days now, but you weren’t sure Leon would want to go along with your twenty-something nonsense…
You open your mouth, then close it again, instantly regretting what you were about to say. Instead, you move a little closer to him, your knee brushing against his thigh until your leg rests on top of it, almost climbing onto him.
Leon sets his phone down on the nightstand and looks at you over his glasses, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re doing that thing again…”
“Doing what?” you ask innocently. You knew perfectly well what he meant.
“That thing you always do when you want to ask me or tell me something,” he says calmly. “The one that’s usually followed by a ‘please, Leon, don’t get mad, but’ and then you tell me.”
You pout.
You hated that he knew you so well.
“I don’t always do that.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say…” he says with a smile.
You sigh dramatically and break eye contact, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling.
Then you quickly sit up, crossing your legs on the bed in front of him.
“Okay, fine… yes. I want to ask you something, happy?” you finally say, trying not to sound too nervous.
Why should you be nervous, anyway? He was your boyfriend.
He’d fucked you in ways you’d never imagined possible, so why were you embarrassed about asking him to do a stupid TikTok trend?
“Alright. Go on.”
You lean forward a bit more, shifting so you’re now kneeling in front of him.
“Well…” you start. You hated yourself for being this nervous over something so simple. “Imagine that, hypothetically…”
Leon smiles at your shyness, curious about where this is going.
“How many likes would it take for you to do something for me?”
His smile fades, confusion immediately replacing it.
“How many what?”
“Likes,” you repeat, a little louder in case he hadn’t heard you.
“Likes how? Likes on what?”
You hesitate, debating whether to keep going or just say anything to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
Leon seems to notice how you’re feeling. He sits up a bit more, turning to face you, still wrapped in the sheet.
“Why do I feel like you’re about to prank me?” he says with a soft laugh. “This isn’t a joke, right?”
“No, no, it’s really not a joke!” you rush to say. “I promise.”
Leon leans back against the headboard again, crossing his arms.
“Alright. Then explain it to me. And don’t be embarrassed,” he adds.
You bite your lip and make a vague gesture with your hand, as if trying to downplay it.
“Well… there's this trend…”
“A trend,” he repeats carefully.
“Yeah. On TikTok.”
Leon sighs, shaking his head, unable to stop himself from chuckling under his breath.
“What else could I expect from you, sweetheart… Of course it’s one of those trends you've watched…”
“Hey! You said I shouldn’t be embarrassed telling you!”
You lightly smack his arm, and he smiles even more.
“And you shouldn’t be. It’s just that I don’t get why everything has to be recorded and posted online to get a handful of likes and go viral. You know, those little dances you do sometimes... I’m not complaining because you're free to post whatever you want, and I also like them... and they turn me on a lot, but…”
Now it’s you who smile.
“You’re such a boomer, Kennedy,” you say.
“How the hell am I a boomer?”
“Well, you’re talking like one. Except that thing of liking my little dances…”
You move closer to him and place one hand on his chest, the other ending up noticeably close to his cock. Then you give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
“I can give you one now afterward, if you want.”
“Careful with what you say, sweetheart. We’ve already had enough for today. Though tomorrow… I’m not saying no.”
You laugh and move closer to him again, resting your head on his chest.
“Anyway, back to what I was saying,” you continue. “The trend is basically about asking someone... in this case, me asking you, how many likes I need to get something I really, really want.”
Leon looks down at you.
“And why a bunch of strangers are supposed to decide what I do for you?”
“Because that’s the whole point of the trend,” you answer with a half-laugh.
“And what is it that you want so badly, sweetheart?”
You lower your gaze. Your fingers tangle with the drawstrings of his pajama pants, fidgeting with them nervously.
“Well… a bag.”
Leon raises an eyebrow.
“A bag?”
“Yes, but not just any bag. I really want a Louis Vuitton one,” you whisper, your shyness returning.
Leon doesn’t say anything. He just watches you keep playing with the drawstrings, clearly avoiding his eyes. He also notices how tense your body gets, waiting for rejection.
He hated that you knew him so well in some ways... and not so much in others.
He takes you by the chin and makes you look at him. At first you resist, but when he asks you to please look at him, you finally do.
“You’ve wanted it for a while, haven’t you?”
You nod.
“I know it’s expensive, and well… I’ve been saving to get it, but you know I had to pay for the car repair, and then the Christmas gift I got you…”
“I told you you didn’t need to buy me a $2,000 watch,” he interrupts.
“But I wanted to get it for you.” you reply. “The point is, I thought about waiting to ask you, if you could buy it for me, as a birthday present, but I’ve seen there are sales now and, well… the trend's there.”
“That fucking trend, of course,” he repeats.
“I thought that if I brought it up as a joke, then…”
“Is that why you’re asking me how many likes it would take for me to buy you the bag?”
“Yes,” you admit quietly. “I don’t know, call me crazy or whatever, but I thought that if you set some insane number, like a million likes, and I actually got it… it’d be like I earned it.”
Leon takes off his glasses and places them on the nightstand. His expression softens.
“Do you really want that bag that badly?” he asks, insistent.
“Of course, that’s why I told you—”
He doesn’t let you finish.
“Then we’ll go tomorrow and I’ll buy it for you.”
You freeze, and that’s an understatement.
“What?”
“I’ll buy you the bag. Tomorrow,” he repeats calmly. “Tomorrow or whenever you want, we’ll go to the Louis Vuitton store, you pick the one you want, or the ones you want, and I’ll buy them.”
“But you haven’t told me how many likes I need to—”
“Sweetheart: if you want a bag, I’m not going to wait for people on the internet to like one of your videos.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously. No likes,” he assures you.
“Without posting anything on TikTok? So I did all this for…”
“For nothing, yeah,” he finishes for you, taking you by the waist and pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.
You feel bad, and you also start regret having said anything to him.
“But, Leon… It’s an expensive…”
He shakes his head and gently strokes your cheek with his thumb.
“So is my Porsche. And the Mercedes. And the Ferrari. And they’re way more expensive. If my girl wants a bag, then of course I’m going to buy it for her.”
“It’s not the same,” you argue. “Cars are useful for your job, and—”
“And a bag is useful for yours, and for everyday life too,” he says calmly, trying to reason with you. “You don’t have to prove to me through likes and that kind of stuff that you deserve something. If you want it, and I can give it to you, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll do everything I can to get it for you. It’s that simple, sweetheart.”
You shake your head, feeling a warm pressure in your chest.
You hug him, emotional.
“You’re ruining the trend, you know.”
“Great. That’s much better.”
You laugh and bury your face in his chest, hugging him even tighter.
“You’re ridiculous, Leon. What a boomer you really are...” you tell him again.
“Come on, let’s go to sleep. It’s late, and tomorrow we’ve got a pretty busy day.”
He takes you by the waist and lifts you effortlessly, tucking you under the sheets and covering you with them. You curl up against him like a koala, throwing your legs over his. Your head ends up resting on his shoulder, your left hand on his chest.
“Leon?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for… this. For everything you do for me, really,” you confess.
Your boyfriend kisses your forehead once again and turns off the little lamp in the nightstand.
“You don’t have to thank me. But promise me one thing: next time you want something, forget about stupid TikTok trends and just tell me, alright?”
You smile softly, knowing full well you weren’t going to listen.
“Wouldn’t you try doing a TikTok trend with me? I promise you I have in mind a very good one.”
“Go to sleep already, sweetheart…”
“Really, Leon, I think the one with Tears by Sabrina Carpenter might really be your thing… I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”