Timeless: Tayvis Oneshots

false god

"That's not her." I murmured in denial. "That says her name is Alison." But I knew I was kidding myself. That was Taylor's middle name, and I knew my best friend when I saw her.

"Did you seriously not know she did this?" My friend asked. "Why do you think she moved to her own place?"

God it all made sense now. Why Taylor had been so insistent about living alone, why she never let me see her spare bedroom. Why she always made sure to have perfect nails and styled hair. As I looked at her profile, I saw how many people watched her.

"What the fuck?" I looked closer and then narrowed my eyes at Harrison. "You follow her?" I felt a rush of possessiveness at the knowledge. How dare he? That was my Taylor, not anyone else's. I didn't have a problem with her doing whatever job she wanted, but the thought of my own friends watching her made me want to claim her. Harrison shrugged.

"She's good at what she does." He told me. "Can't blame me."

"Give me that." I snapped, grabbing his phone. Harrison protested but I leaned back, quickly unfollowing Taylor and deleting the app from his phone. I knew it wasn't my place, but this was my best friend and I didn't like him looking at her.

"Dude that's not cool."

"No, the fact that you're perving over her is not cool." I told him, getting to my feet. "I'm out. See you guys later."

A few of my other friends protested and tried to say it was no big deal, but I shook my head and headed out. I wasn't in the mood for this.

The whole way home, I couldn't stop thinking about Taylor. Taylor, the girl I'd known for so many years, my best friend. My shoulder to cry on, my person to call at three in the morning, the one who knew everything about me, who I knew better than I knew myself. I couldn't help thinking about her, dressed in something to tease the eyes, send the heart racing, blood pounding. I couldn't think about her like that, but God I couldn't help it.

When I got back to my apartment, I locked the door and paused there for a moment, thinking. It took everything I had not to reach into my pocket, sign up to only fans, and search for her. But that was my best friend. I couldn't. I shouldn't.

But I knew I was going to.

Taylor's POV

The day had started like any other. Getting up at nine, filming myself while I buried my fingers deep inside of me, moaning for an invisible person, only visible to my own mind while I made my own legs shake before getting into the shower and cleaning myself up just like one of my main followers had suggested I'd do.

Then I stopped the recording for a while, cleaned some stuff up, looked into my accounting and making sure I didn't lack any of the papers I needed before I already had to get ready again.

Today was one of the days I did a double session and we had agreed on matching outfits. So I got into a white little night dress, being the bottom today or well at least for the video before going to my bathroom and styled myself before the doorbell already rang.

I got off my chair, already in a pair of new heels to crack the door, opening it to greet my guest, Blake. We had done a few projects together with each other but mostly on her page so now it was my turn.

"Okay are you ready?" She asked from behind the camera which was propped up next to me to film us from the side and showed just enough.

"Yes ma'am." I grinned, blowing the camera a kiss as she stalked towards me and crawled above my body slowly in her little black lace outfit. I bit my lip, playing into the innocent little role while she caressed over my cheek, putting a curl of my hair behind my ear.