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whatever you need | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: don't mind me, just eating pomelo and writing smut. i daydream about this piece every and all work day i have rn, it's pretty unhinged bcs i'm working as a gift wrapper for the holiday season and just staring ahead thinking of.... things. i'm technically an atheist, but i would need forgiveness for those thoughts. ANYWAY JEEZ. this took me like four days, help. i'm so insecure abt my smut writing, tho so ooohhh god am i actually dreading posting this. i'll just publish and run away from tumblr for a week. happy reading

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something strange was happening in the arena. something was being done to the camera feeds that were supposed to livestream every second of what was happening in it. only because something seemed to have gone wrong in the games y/n was stuck to the television screen in her living room slash lounge. her parents were called into urgent work in district three a few hours ago, so it was only her and some of the maids in the house. they kept to themselves, though, and were probably asleep in their quarters at the mansion’s far-end wing. except for the main housekeeper, who was adamantly guarding the entrance of the house, in case anyone came by.

her parents were counting on someone coming by - with the way she was recently behaving at school and with the rebel bombs, they were real worried about her well-being. she was always alone at home, because there was no one to bring home. except the dean, but he came by himself and only to serve his usual scolding and threats about y/n’s rebellious nature and behaviour at school. her parents hadn’t felt such worry for their daughter as they felt now since the war days.

what soothed her mother’s worried heart and mind was the presence of the maids and the housekeeper. y/n appreciated their staying around and liked hearing noises made by someone else in the mansion, even if it was only a far-away creak of floorboards or a door closing. but she didn’t need anything from them, ever, she’d been very independent since her early childhood, and maids seemed like such an excess right now, an even backwards concept for y/n. her family employing them, unable to live without them, made her feel like the rich princess everyone deemed her being.

y/n had felt fine being home alone until the feed from the arena turned strange. darker, blacker, and the audio seemed warped or otherwise manipulated. she’d caught sight of a familiar figure entering the arena – who was that? how did he get inside? who can tell... – and then the feed changed. there was nothing much she could see, but her eyes had been glued to the screen of her television for the past half hour, anyway. all the while she was straining her eyes to try to see who it was, and at some point that figure was joined by another by Sejanus’ tribute Marcus’ bruised and wounded body, and then the feed darkened nearly completely.

she sat in her sofa in an embryo pose, blanket over her stressed form, covering her back and the bare feet and legs that the knitted bedtime jumper couldn’t. she realized the gamemakers or the Capitol were trying to hide something, nothing else could explain the feed changing and audio going wobbly and earning static in the process.

the bell ringing at the front door startled her so bad that y/n gasped and jerked in her position on the sofa. her head whipped in its direction and she watched two figures entering her family’s mansion from the far end of the hallway. she could already tell who the two were, but she remained sat on the sofa, her legs unmoving out of anxiety. she shut off the television and just watched them walk towards her through the unlit hallway, arms wrapping around her knees underneath her beloved blanket.

“ms y/l/n, a mister Snow is here, for you,” the housekeeper announced as she and Coriolanus entered the living room, Coriolanus stumbling into the room more than walking into it. he looked like he was falling to pieces. his breath was heavy, hair and academy uniform in disarray, face just... bewildered. y/n nodded at her housekeeper, extended her arms towards Coryo like a child reaching for its favourite toy and sniffled quietly.

“thank you, Nora,” she told the housekeeper, “please leave us. you can go to bed, i won’t need anything else for the night.” she said in a hushed voice and the housekeeper nodded, knowing to listen to the child of her employers. y/n hated giving anyone orders, much less this spectacular lady, but she did want to be alone with Coryo. and by the look of him, she could tell he couldn’t be around anyone else but her. he was a man of privacy, after all.

as soon as Nora shut the door behind her and left for the maids’ quarters, Coryo accepted the plea in y/n’s extended arms and stumbled over to her on the sofa. “i—i’m sorry,” he said the first words out of breath, in a voice so broken and frail that y/n’s lips twitched downwards and she felt the need to cry, “i didn’t know where else to go, i couldn’t... i couldn’t f-face anyone else...” as he sat down before y/n’s bare feet peeking out from the blanket, she noticed in the poor lighting of the room that his clothes were dirty. there were cuts in his shirt, dirt, gravel, sand... blood.

“what happened?” her voice wouldn’t go any louder than a whisper, and her lips were turning into a pout as she looked Coryo over, her meek hands reaching out for him but unsure whether she should touch him or not. he could fall apart like the frailest glass, it seemed, if anything touched him right now. his face was bruised. there were small cuts on his cheek, blood on his chin. she noticed how they had already been taken care of.

Coryo still took heavy breaths, but finally he felt like his vision was real and not fooling him, and he took in his surroundings. the dim lighting in the posh room, y/n’s bare feet touching his red academy pant leg, her legs pulled up to her chest under a cute throw-blanket in the pastel colour of chocolate milk, her small hands reaching out to him, unsure, unsteady. he lifted his head to look at her, and the expression on her face made his heart lurch in his chest. her glassy eyes – no doubt matching his –, the pout on her lips, her rosy cheeks, eyebrows scrunched in worry and confusion. he could never decline that face. “dr Gaul sent me inside the arena to get Sejanus out,” he finally said, and he spoke in a whisper tone that could only be meant for secrets, “but the tributes heard us... i’m not sure i should even be telling you about this at all,” he admitted.

y/n shook her head. “your secret’s safe with me,” she assured with a gentle nod.

“yes, but dr Gaul—” Coryo began, but she interrupted him in the voice of a faint whisper.

“i know how terrifying she is,” y/n persisted, “she won’t know that i know.” she said even quieter and looked, really looked, into Coryo’s eyes, and nodded gently again at him. he searched her eyes for a few seconds, weighing the risk of her knowing this, trying to decide if he should tell her more or just cut short here. but really. she’s a loose end and she knows it. it’s not like dr Gaul was in high thoughts of y/n or deemed her more valuable than any other student, and her nature played a big part in that opinion of the young girl. how would she know that y/n found out about this night in the arena? she wouldn’t. it would never come up in conversation. y/n wasn’t part of this.

“the tributes heard us,” Coryo started to say as he sat closer to y/n, his body turned to face her, and almost loomed over her. he’s always been much taller than her, and sometimes that played a part in their dynamic. he took her hands in his above her bent knees and the blanket. he licked his lips and y/n searched his eyes, his... stoic blue eyes. there was a change in them, “they came after us and i...” he shook his head, “i didn’t want to hurt him,” Coryo’s voice broke and his head dropped onto y/n’s covered knees.

she heard a sob from him, and it shook her entire form, making her gasp quietly. she’d never seen him cry before. the night on the rooftop, in the garden, she knew he was close to it, but she knew he’d never let his pride down so much that he’d let anyone see him cry. and Coryo didn’t feel so good about crying now, about opening himself up to her like this, he felt disgusted with himself. but he also couldn’t stop. and he couldn’t hide everything from her, after all.

y/n shuffled around until her legs were tucked under herself and she moved closer to Coryo, taking his scarred cheeks between her small hands and lifting his face up so he would see her. she knew she made him nervous usually, but she calculated that that effect flipped around on itself when he was in this state, or one similar to this. breaking apart. feeling vulnerable. beaten down. she looked into his eyes and he back into hers, not really having any other choice. she had this compelling power over him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to hide from her. not really.

his breathing slowed down as he just looked into her wondering beautiful orbs, full of so much determination, courage and kindness. she was almost smiling at him, even though she wanted to cry, too, and her eyes were glassy with produced tears, but she wanted to appear strong for him. because right now he really needed a strong anchor to hold onto, he was the one in need of support. y/n took that role mainly in their friendship-relationship, especially at school, when she got herself in trouble, or at home, when her parents were giving her an earful about her irresponsibility and all the jazz they usually gave her an earful about.

last time Coryo and y/n saw each other, she realized he had the ability to ground her. and now she realized she had the ability to ground him, because by looking into his eyes she could see his emotions and mood changing by the second. and all because she’s holding him, and he’s looking into her eyes. he didn’t need much more than that.

and yet maybe he did. he didn’t know which part of him had the urge, but all of him acted on it by ducking forward and kissing her on the lips. he could taste the sweat she had made on her lips out of stress, and the blueberry tartlet she must have had as a late snack not too long ago. and his hands couldn’t keep away anymore, either, they were taking hold of her face like hers was holding his cheeks between them. y/n would have gasped at his sudden action if she had any air to breathe, and she sighed heavily when he did give her a split second of air after fiery kisses to her delicious lips.

he kept his eyes on her as he pulled his academy blazer off and threw it to the ground beside the couch, then came back closer to her, one hand on her cheek and the other pulling the adorable blanket off her legs. y/n placed a palm on that hand of his, which made Coryo furrow his eyebrows and look at her with puzzled eyes. didn’t she want this, too? she gulped, eyes averted from his shyly. “i’d rather we talked about it, Coryo,” she admitted and looked back at him carefully, eyes so un-knowing and yet more clever than most people’s. Coryo tilted his head slightly at her words.

his hands took the bull by its horns, pulling the blanket fully away and welcoming the night air of the mansion upon y/n’s bare legs, making her gasp again. Coryo used the moment of surprise to his advantage and pushed her down on the sofa, sneaking in between her legs like the slippery mastermind he was, and he slid a hand under her knitted jumper, raising goose-bumps in his wake across her stomach and waist. y/n hated that she felt aroused, meaning she felt exactly how he wanted her to, was right where he wanted her, but she couldn’t exactly pull away. she hated being at someone’s mercy, but.... it was Coryo.

she surprised him when he found she wasn’t wearing a bra under her jumper, nothing was standing between his greedy hands and her naked breasts now, though her not wearing a bra at home wasn’t exactly a surprise. it’s just that his inexperienced self was shocked to find a part of her naked, and right there, at his disposal. watching her face, he placed his palm over one of her breasts and ran his thumb over her nipple, which hardened immediately under his touch. and her face, oh, the expression on it was to die for. eyes softly shut, eyebrows gently spasming as she was feeling something very new to her, her teeth biting her lower lip, cheeks turning more red and no doubt burning up. Coryo placed a kiss on her bare stomach, just above the elastic of her underwear, and watched her still as she whimpered for the first time. her thighs fidgeted around him, feet unsurely digging into the soft cushions of her couch—she really didn’t know what to do with herself and these sensations she was experiencing.

“i’d rather we didn’t,” he said to her finally, though his actions were more than enough of a response to what she said, but she hardly heard him now. there was a gentle static in her ears, and heat all over her writhing form. her pure, supple, untouched form. all for him to touch, to explore. Coryo took his shirt off in a hurry, as if y/n might disappear if he had his hands off her for a second longer, and returned to her half-naked body a hungrier man. hands raking the insides of her thighs, he kissed her again, hot lips making their conversation just moments ago seem like the far past, making her almost forget it happened. y/n could hardly feel her legs, though she knew this was just the beginning, and she wrapped her arms around Coryo’s frame and held onto him as he moved his slender torso against her chest. she could feel the bones of his hips jutting against her own, his growing crotch pressing against her panty-covered soaking cunt, teasing her, making her pant heavily and whimper like a kitten.

having her like this satiated the hunger that rose from the deep hole he’d created inside himself, gnawing at him like a big black hole with eager, starving claws. every stroke of his hips against hers beat the monster down but dangled the bait in front of it at the same time, leaving him in quite the paradox. this was more than enough, yet Coryo knew he could go further with y/n, further than enough, and that she’d let him. everything in him wanted to, and he couldn’t stop himself. adrenaline was pumping blood from his heart into his veins, she was available and the only one who could help with the hole growing inside him.

but y/n couldn’t go further without another word spoken. he was avoiding her question, he was avoiding the whole last hour of this night. “Coryo,” she whispered softly as his lips kissed at her neck, tongue sweeping over a particularly bruised-with-kisses spot on her sculpture-like skin, he was an animal let loose. and his affections almost made her forget what she wanted to ask, and she thought maybe she doesn’t really want to know. but y/n sighed, trying to clear her mind, “tell me what happened,” she plead in a quiet voice and it made Coryo raise his head and look into her eyes again.

he framed the side of her face with only a hand, his thumb on her chin and the rest of his palm splayed across her burning cheek. he loved seeing the look of lust and confusion on her face, in her eyes most of all. the pads of his fingertips softly pushed into her skin. “no,” he remained stubborn, and y/n would have been surprised to have him do otherwise. she gulped softly, hoping he wouldn’t feel it, but no, he felt every motion any part of her made now. his mind came up with a new idea as he slid a hand of his across her stomach, making a wave across her supple body, and then he reached her underwear. he knew, like everyone else did sort of matter-of-factly, that women were to be touched there. he knew it was the spot in her with which he could get her full attention. and he also knew he’d have to fabricate having experience in this field for y/n. he didn’t want her to think him inexperienced, which he was exactly, or least of all that he’s experimenting with her—which was also what he was doing. so he improvised by cupping her warmest place in the body, and he felt an immediate reaction. her thighs fidgeted around his waist again and her stomach lurched. her eyes shut, but he wanted to see them, “open your eyes,” Coryo urged her, and y/n had to force herself to comply, her beautiful eyes looking into his again. they held eye contact as he ran his middle finger in a straight line between her clothed folds, and he watched as her face contorted, caused by the new strange and pleasant feelings. she felt like warm honey on his fingers, “right now all i need is to feel you,” he told her and did the same motion with his finger again, only this time slower, making it pleasurably agonizing for her, coaxing quiet whimpers from her lips, “and this tells me you need it, too.”

god, she hated that he was right. at first it was want, she wanted him to stay over, to touch her, to feel her, to do things to her that no one else had ever before. now, she felt so desperate for it that she felt she could explode if she didn’t get what seemed to be promised to her. the want grew to need. she wanted to shake her head, wanted to push him off—that would really be characteristic to her. but instead she brought herself to really look into his eyes and nod in response. Coryo’s lips almost made a smile or a grin, almost, she caught the ghost of it in the corner of his lips before he kissed her again. “alright, Coryo,” she whispered against his lips, “but if you don’t touch me properly right now, i willkick you out of my home.” she said surely, admitting to her desperation without shame and in turn – with pride, and now Coryo grinned. her feistiness was one of the things he liked about her, and it coming out in this setting was more than he could have asked for. in a weird way it got him going.

y/n placed both of her hands on the sides of his face and kept him close to her as he reached his hand into her underwear, breaching into unexplored territory. she was all the warmer for him, and soaking wet. he hummed, their lips nearly touching, but not completely. it was torture for him. he wanted to devour her lips, her whole face, her whole existence. her lips were like the food of life for him, the sounds she made music to his ears and air in his lungs. “you’re just perfect for me,” he confessed to her in a shudder and y/n smiled lightly. his fingers ran through her naked warm folds, just testing the waters, until they found the opening between them, where the wetness and warmth were seeping from. Coryo would have dropped his head onto her shoulder if her hands weren’t holding it up right, but he just felt like he lost his damn mind at how incredible her walls felt around his fingers, and he could collapse right there on top of her.

“Coryo,” she sang his nickname in a beautiful moan when two fingers prodded inside her, beating any expectations she had about this beforehand. they were long and thick, touching every inch of her, it felt like, and reaching just far enough. she was barely holding onto him, and her body was reacting to his touches immediately. hips moving, back arching, thighs squeezing his body between them, breaths shuddering.

“no one’s done this to you before, have they?” Coryo asked, but he hardly needed an answer. by the way she was reacting, he could tell that she’d never felt like this before. y/n shaking her head at his question was merely the last dot on the confirmation, yet it still made him more aroused. knowing he was the first one to do this to her, with her. he grazed her upper wall with his finger pads, being careful not to let his nails scrape her, and it brought a moan from her that he’d never heard anyone make. guttural, coming from the very depths of her lungs, her vocal cords, from her very core. it made him shudder. he repeated the motion, slower one time, then faster the next, all the while watching her reaction. he loved seeing her eyes shut, her cheeks become redder, her lips parting, stretching, pushing breaths and whimpers out from between them. Coryo felt one of her hands sliding up into his hair, and he groaned. her hips bucked and she grabbed onto his perfect curls between her fingers when he reached farther inside her with his two fingers, and it made them both moan into each other’s mouths, y/n letting his lips rest over hers. he’d reached that great point inside her, feeling her hot and spongy against his digits. it’s almost like she was sucking him in. “you’re so good for me,” Coryo told her and y/n whimpered at the praise.

“more, please,” she begged with no shame and Coryo obliged, picking up the pace of his fingers and massaging over her folds with his thumb all the while. when he accidentally grazed over her clit, y/n made a high-pitched moan of the utmost sensitivity, and he knew he’d done the right thing. and by accident, no less. he was on the winning team, “Coryo,” she cried with her eyes shut and he noticed a tear on her cheek, kissing over it immediately. next his lips were on hers again, lapping at her tongue with his own like the starving man he was, knowing nothing of tomorrow or the next hour, just so engulfed in her that he knew nothing else. she was the perfect getaway.

he could feel her body behaving in a different way, thighs trembling around him, walls squeezing his hand in, hands nearly powerless, chest shuddering. she wasn’t far off her release, he guessed. with another press to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her cry, Coryo once again watched her reaction in amazement. but he didn’t want to feel her release like this, he needed them both different. Coryo pulled his fingers away, once again making y/n cry out, this time in the most desperation she could manage, and she looked up at him with pleading, tearful eyes. he offered her a gentle smile and moved down her body, dragging her underwear with him. down her legs and away, the light pink garment went, and y/n bit her plump lip in anticipation as she watched him.

Coryo tucked her underwear into the trousers of his academy uniform that he was still wearing and returned to her body, laying kisses across her thighs on his way up to her. y/n squirmed under and around him, mewled, muttering his name in a mewl here and there, relishing in the feeling of his lips on her untouched skin and his hands roaming all over her body, under her jumper, over it, trying to cover every inch of her. she hated that he had stopped touching her right when she was closest to that one sacred edge she wanted so badly to reach, he was teasing her, taunting her, testing her waters. it was clear to her that he had never done this to another girl before. Coryo was just like her, and yet he’d put up a different façade.

he dug his fingers into the flesh of her naked hips, which made y/n throw her head back into the sofa cushions, baring her delicious-looking neck to Coryo. he used that to his advantage, licking and kissing at the skin of her neck which he had already bruised marked with his lips just moments ago, he was devouring her with a hunger only she could really satiate, and yet he couldn’t get enough of her. his growing crotch pressed against her bare cunt, and y/n gasped at the feeling. eyebrows scrunched, cheeks and lips red and puffy, she looked up at Coryo again, and he returned the gesture. he took one of her hands in his and guided it down to between them, where he was growing harder and in size, it seemed, watching her face all the while and taking notice of her biting down on her lower lip in anticipation. Coryo made her feel him through his trousers, and he couldn’t hide the effect her touch had on him - shuddering throughout his whole body, eyelids fluttering, he was barely able to utter the next words, but he did so in a quiet voice. “feel what you do to me?”

y/n nodded with lustful eyes, hungry like the wolf for the boy above her. her boldness came back and with it y/n unzipped Coryo’s custom-made trousers and reached into his boxers to really feel him. he had girth and he was solid, she could feel that all with her hand on him. she was making him a panting mess, giving his length a sure stroke, Coryo’s head falling into the crook of her neck and him moaning, though she knew the piece of his pride that died for him to do that. he hardly let anyone see his inner world, his true feelings, so for him to be this vulnerable with her took a great deal of courage. “do i make you... feel like this often?” y/n asked quietly, and Coryo nodded with a whimper as her finger flicked over his tip, pink and sensitive. y/n wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked up and down, slowly, looking at his face all the while, wishing she could see his beautiful eyes now, see the emotions swimming around in the blue of them.

Coryo fisted the pillow right beside her, heavy breaths leaving his parted lips, “yes, yes, yes, god, yes,” he chanted in her ear as the pace of her strokes grew faster, and y/n could feel each breaths in his lungs against her own, his chest rising and hitting against her so intensely. she’d made him crumble beneath her so quickly, it surprised her, “i need you, y/n, i need to feel you,” Coryo confessed and managed the strength to raise his head and look at her again. he was too afraid to utter the phrase i need to be inside you, feeling just too shy all of a sudden to say that. the look on his face was pure desperation, he looked like he could start crying the next moment, and y/n’s heart lurched in her chest at seeing that. seeing and recognising that she could make him as desperate as he’d made her. that she could make him small, “no one’s ever made me feel like this before,” he confessed more, breaking his own façade down, and y/n smiled at him sheepishly. she knew, of course, that what he said was true. she knew everything about him.

“you have me,” she assured him and brought him out of the confine of his boxers, making Coryo breathe in relief. he had felt so restricted in his own clothes, “but god, Coryo, will you fit? you feel too big in my hand,” y/n said shyly and bit down on her lip again, a habit that Coryo had noticed her having for quite a while now, and he looked down between them two. y/n knew her comment went straight to his growing ego, but she just couldn’t resist teasing him a little. and when he caught onto it, he looked at her again, with a smile on his lips this time. she grinned wide and giggled before she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips, as if it was her first time doing so. simple, loving, affectionate.

suddenly she fully took in the look of his naked torso, his amazingly sculpted shoulders and arms, his pearly chest... the sight of him was so breath-taking and delicious that she nearly forgot all her other surroundings. Coryo, though the look her eyes were giving him flattered him so, took the bull by its horns again and pushed the very tip of his hard length through her folds, where her warm opening welcomed him. y/n felt a strain while Coryo felt the beginning of a true release, but he noticed her awkward expression, felt her hold on his face falter, and he paused his movements to just check in.

“alright?” he asked quietly, as he couldn’t tell what to do next by her face, “too big for you?” he teased and it made them both smile, then erupt into mad giggles in unison. y/n would never have expected Coryo to have humour in a moment like this, but she was relieved that he did, and god did it make the whole thing easier. she wasn’t worried, wasn’t anxious anymore, wasn’t feeling insecure about any aspect of herself anymore. except the thing she’d heard that happened to most women on their first time – the bleeding, the pain, his reaction to it. those were the few things she wanted to avoid happening. but if Coryo was his sweetheart-self, then she had no bad reaction to worry about. she was glad he was the person she was doing it for the first time with, she’d really lucked out.

“just a little,” she finally answered after their giggle fit while holding each other in their arms, “try going deeper,” she urged in a hushed voice, and Coryo complied, adjusting his hips forward, slowly, not to accidentally hurt her more. he couldn’t deny how incredible this felt, how incredible she felt around him, her walls sucking him right in so tightly, “ohmygodohmygod,” y/n pushed the words out in a quick breath, feeling a burn and stretch inside of her at the size of him. she didn’t have anyone to compare Coryo to, and no one else had been inside her before, but he felt big enough.

Coryo appreciated her arm on his back, her nails digging half-moons into his pearly skin, and her other hand splayed across his cheek, thumb almost digging a hole in his cheek. “you feel so perfect around me,” Coryo praised against her parted lips, and y/n could only look at him with strain and tears in her eyes as he inched himself further and further inside, her face changing by every inch, it seemed, until he had bottomed out with a groan and she’d only felt a momentary sting of pain. and the worst part was over—what a miracle it was that it had been so quick for her, she’d expected otherwise. Coryo could see the immediate relaxation on her features, and he smiled.

he kissed away her fallen tears, but more kept falling from her eyes and y/n could only explain them as being happy tears, though she scolded herself for being so emotional in a meaningful moment like this. but maybe it was just right. Coryo smiled at her and she could see his orbs being glossy, too, and she was glad. it was no wonder, really, taking how shaken he was when he came into her home and sat down on her couch beside her. he was still in turmoil, but that didn’t matter now. he had her.

“can i try... moving? you feel alright?” he asked her in a whisper. this slow thrust inside her had already felt like heaven, he couldn’t wait to repeat it over and over and over.

y/n nodded, “yeah, go ahead,” she said and Coryo complied. she took in the feeling of him pulling out gently, slowly... teasingly. he was grinning, she saw, and she shook her head in disbelief as a beautiful smile adorned her features. and then he thrust inside her again, stuffing her walls with his great length, making her back arch and moans that she’s never made before escape her lips. he could hardly concentrate, but he didn’t want to miss all the different facial expressions she would make, the look in her eyes, while he made love to her now. he made himself keep his eyes open as he began to move rhythmically now.

y/n’s legs wrapped around his waist, engulfing him in her more and more, and each of his thrusts earned him a squeak from her from the movements. god, he just adored her beyond measure. she was everything he needed now, and later, and forever. Coryo kissed her neck, licked at it, as he had before, and it only made her moan more, each moan in its own unique high or low pitch, and dig her fingers into whichever part of his skin she was holding. Coryo adored her touches, they turned him on, and he wanted her hands on him always, they were a lifeline. his hands gripped her waist, her sweater bunched just above them, only covering her arms and her breasts, though barely even those from how much Coryo was moving her.

“you're doing so good for me,” he breathed into her ear, and the praise only spurred her on. she clenched around him, and it made Coryo break his focus completely, his head dropping onto y/n’s chest, where he breathed hot air onto her skin, “i’m sorry, i think i’m close,” he confessed, and y/n raised his face with her hands, looking at him with puzzlement across her face.

“me too, it’s okay,” she assured him and then took one of his hands in hers and lead it down to where their bodies met. she laid his palm over the bulge that had formed in her lower stomach from him. the sight and feel of it made Coryo groan, getting him all the more closer to his release.

“fuck, that’s amazing,” he said into her neck, and y/n nodded.

“you’re so big, Coryo,” she complimented him again and felt his dick twitch inside her at the words, “made a bump in me,” she put it into words and it made the boy nearly lose his mind. then she guided his hand just a little lower and pressed his hand onto her clit, where he recalled was her most vulnerable point, “come on, touch me. we’ll do it together,” she urged him on in the sweetest of angel voices and Coryo didn’t need to think twice before complying. he loved her ordering him around a little, it was much needed tonight especially.

he pressed his thumb against her clit as his hips had nearly reached their fastest pace, and watched as her face twisted in pleasure. eyes shutting, lips spasming, closing, opening, teeth biting, voice singing out to him. “oh, Coryo,” she called his name and he felt it go straight to his heart. there wasn’t much more that he needed in order to come now, and he prided in himself for lasting so long at all, all the while feeling a little ashamed about it. he wanted this to last longer. but since he could tell she was coming, too, his thumb drawing harsh circles on her clit to bring it on, he revelled in them both finishing at once.

“fuuuck, y/n, i love you,” he whimpered into her ear as he spilled himself inside her tightly-squeezing walls while y/n all but chanted his nickname like a mantra. her hands almost drew blood on his back from how tightly she held onto him, and she shuddered around him at the feeling of her own release coating his entire length. her thighs trembled and she panted heavy breaths against his neck. she’d almost missed his quiet confession, she’d actually heard it amidst their joined euphoria, but she had thought it a hallucination.

but that assumption dissipated as she came to and looked up at Coryo, whose eyes were worriedly, with tears streaming from them, looking down at her. she quickly moved her hands to his cheeks and tried to sit up in their awkward position. best she could do was position herself higher on her pillow against the sofa’s armrest, and she gulped. “you love me?” she echoed in the smallest of voices, searching his eyes. they were worried, fearful. what if he’d said the wrong thing? what if she felt different about him, different than what he felt about her? what if he’d said it too soon? what if he’d just ruined all this with her?

but he did love her. he was sure of it. so he nodded, his curls bouncing with the confirming movement. y/n ran her hand over them and smiled wide at him.

“you love me,” she said again, surely this time, in a happy tone of voice. as if she’d discovered the best, most well-wishing secret in the whole world. and perhaps that’s what it was. her favourite secret about Coryo was that she knew he loved her, “i love you, too,” y/n told him before he could assume otherwise, and kissed his trembling lips. Coryo felt on top of the world. he had said the right thing, he’d played his cards right, he’d told her how he felt. of course, his actions spoke volumes, but hearing him say it in words meant the world to y/n.

“thank god, you had me worried there for a bit,” Coryo half-joked between their kisses, and it made her laugh. she pulled back from his lips and admired the boy above her. forehead glistening from sweat in the dim lighting, curls messily falling over his beautiful face, his pearly chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.

“who would i be without a little suspense, huh?” she asked and smiled at him again. she could see complete love and devotion in his eyes, two things she’d seen on his face only partly or half-meant before, and only towards herself. Coryo used the moment of silence to pull out of her and stuff himself back into his trousers. sitting against the sofa cushions to do it, he glanced at her cunt and saw it leaking with his white substance. y/n looked at him with sultry eyes and her teeth biting her lower lip, arms crossed over her chest, and she spread her legs just a little further to tease him with a wider look, “like what you see?” she asked quietly.

he just gave her eyes of total surrender, he was waving the white flag for giving up and he took a deep breath. y/n giggled as Coryo shook his head in disbelief and lowered his face down to her center, once again giving her anticipation. “you look so pretty,” he complimented and ran a finger through her folds, making her shudder as more of the snow-white liquid pooled out and coated her cunt, “pretty with me dripping out of you,” Coryo sneaked a glance up at her and saw the clear-as-day lust in her eyes. feeling that animalistic urge take over him again, he brought out his tongue and lapped up each drop coming out of her. y/n felt sensitive, sore, and Coryo was giving her a mix of both pleasure and pain as he drank at her. she had him right where she wanted him. the question was – would he stay there?

his tongue prodded at her entrance just a tad, heightening her sensitivity, and he moaned against her folds at her shudder under him, giving her folds a kiss over once he was done. he wanted to leave most of his spill inside her, only having lapped up and gulped down what was excess. sitting up before her, between her legs, Coryo licked his lips and leaned over her form. y/n pulled him in for a kiss, and could taste something salty and something sweet all at once on his lips and tongue. it was both of them.

“will you please stay?” y/n asked her in her small voice again, looking into Coryo’s eyes. she hoped to not find any resistance or decline, and her hopes were fulfilled. “please,” she plead more as he teased her with his silence. he nodded, and it made her smile wider than ever. he would stay over, like he promised her he would someday. it meant he didn't view her only as a secret anymore. maybe they could even go to Heavensbee hall tomorrow together, maybe hand in hand... “why did you say sorry? about being close?” she reminded him of the few moments before their euphorias. Coryo bent his head low for a moment.

“just felt embarrassed,” he answered, “about not lasting long. i just... i just wanted this to last longer for you,” he told her and managed to look at her again. y/n made a comforting face and stroked the side of his face. she understood.

“yeah, but it’s okay,” she assured him, “there will be other times,” she pointed out and laid a kiss to his cheek, “it was your first time, so please don’t worry your beautiful head over it.” Coryo managed a ghost of a smile just for y/n to kiss him and make his smile more life-like. “you did good, Coryo.” those words of praise went straight to his dick again, and he blushed. she had made him blush. y/n giggled.

“you did great, too,” Coryo told her and kissed her hair, “thank you. i never would have wanted to do this with anyone else but you,” he confessed as they held tight eye contact. y/n’s heart surged at his words.

“me too. i’m glad it was you,” she said and it made Coryo smile with shut lips, “now, can i get my underwear back?” she’d made a joke again, and Coryo felt like playing along further.

“no, i’m keeping it,” he said in a hushed voice, shaking his head and y/n made a playful pout. she’d want to make him think he could keep it and that she’d steal it back later, but she couldn’t. Coryo having her underwear in the pocket of his academy trousers made her feel somehow proud. a piece of her with him wherever he goes. and if he went home and stashed them somewhere in his wardrobe cabinet, that would be fine, too. she loved knowing her underwear was a token for him.

she only said, “alright,” and took his hand in hers, “let’s go shower and then to bed. you’ve exhausted me.” she admitted and Coryo took it as a compliment. he wanted this treacherous-turned-great day to end, too, and she was the cherry on top of it all. he wouldn’t have gone home tonight for anything.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 1 year ago

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camboy

words: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, camming (from rafe and reader), exhibitionism, male and female masturbation, female receiving oral, male receiving handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex

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you rush up the stairs to your apartment, unlocking the door and closing it behind you as quickly as you can move. you discard your work bag next to your front door, not even taking the time to hang it on the hook as you rush to your desk.

"come on…" you groan, waiting for your laptop to start up. you enter your passcode and navigate to your most visited website, just in time for the livestream to start.

you sit back in your chair as the familiar site comes into view. it’s his top half, shirtless of course, the camera cutting him off just under the chin, his abs on display as well. you bite your lip as he waits for the viewers to pour in now that he’s live.

you were masturbating half-heartedly one day, scrolling through some random porn site when you saw a livestreamer, and something about him instantly turned you on. you clicked on when he was almost finished, stroking himself to completion as he came all over his stomach. you finished the same time he did, and ever since have tuned in for his semiweekly livestreams.

the porn site has a simple way for the livestreamers to post messages, for advertising their upcoming streams or updating viewers. your favorite streamer posted after the last livestream that he was finally going to be granting viewers wishes, and is doing a voice reveal tonight.

he would moan lowly in previous streams, but never spoke any words. you watch as he lowers the camera, so his spread legs come into view, his erection already straining through the underwear he has on, tight to his muscular thighs.

“hello kittens.” he purs out, using the name he affectionately calls his fans. the back of your brain tickles, trying to place why the voice sounds so familiar as he continues to speak about doing a voice reveal, and how he’s excited for the upcoming stream, proven by his hand starting to stroke over his cock.

you watch with anticipation as he lifts his thighs to tug his underwear down, his hard cock springing free. you spread your legs in your desk chair and move your fingers to your pussy, slipping your hand underneath your pants to rub yourself.

you close your eyes and listen to his voice, trying to see if you really do know who it is, or if its just close to a voice you’ve heard before.

you eventually get too distracted to continue filing through your brain, especially as he starts to stroke himself, moaning to the audience as he does.

“good little kitten. so dirty, touching yourself while watching me touch myself. wish you were here, i’d have you bouncing on my cock.” your cunt clenches at the thought, wishing that you could see the mans face as he moans.

you know he isn’t talking to you directly, but it feels so personal, like you’re the only one watching, and when he cums all over himself, you reach your climax as well, slumping back in your chair as your eyes stay on the screen, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

you try to place his voice again when he signs off, but the livestream ends before you can fully connect your thoughts.

you hum set your laptop up on your bed, grabbing your vibrator and covering yourself with your blanket, settling down for another livestream. you’ve been thinking about that voice every day, and listening extra close to everyone that you knew. you think that you’re being a little crazy, that there’s no way your favorite livestreamer just happens to be someone you know, but you can’t get rid of that familiar feeling.

you watch with anticipation as the livestream begins, this time the man holds up his hands, showing off the rings that stack his fingers. he always does more than just a simple livestream, adding some new element every time.

you admire his long slender fingers and think about them being inside of you as you begin to touch yourself, when one ring in particular catches your eye. you pull your laptop closer, eyes widening when you finally make the connection.

your favorite streamer is none other than rafe cameron.

“you never come out to parties, what is going on with you?” your friend sarah asks, linking your elbows together as you walk into the backyard of the house, following the pumping music. you understand her confusion, and were about to turn down her invitation, when she said that the party was at tanneyhill.

“it’s been too long.” you simply say, leaving out the fact that it’s been too long since you’ve seen rafe. not since you graduated high school, considering you don’t really run in the same circles.

“so true. i can’t wait to get drunk with you.” sarah squeals, pulling you over to the bar you know rafe must have supplied, grabbing drinks for the both of you.

you find a corner to sit and drink in, both deciding you can’t start dancing until you have a bit more alcohol in your blood. the whole time, you are looking for rafe, waiting to get your first glimpse of him in person since figuring out that you’ve been watching him jack off twice a week on stream for the past couple months.

“i’m ready to dance, what about you?” sarah asks, setting her finished cup down on the table.

“yeah, i’ll be there in a second.” you crane your neck, trying to find where rafe could be hiding. you see a couple of people heading through open doors and you decide to see if hes in there. you really just want to see him in person again, to quell that feeling inside of yourself. you remember thinking he was cute in high school, but it’s so different now that you’re both grown.

you head through the doors, keeping your walk casual. no one really gives you a second glance as you head deeper into the space, still not seeing or hearing rafe.

you head up the stairs, hearing a bit of commotion. you follow the catwalk to a half open door, pushing it wider slightly when you’re greeted by a familiar sight. a ring light with a camera inside of it, pointed right at the chair you know so well.

“what are you doing?”

you gasp, turning towards the voice and taking an instinctive step backwards, further into the room.

you come face to face with the man you’ve been looking for. rafe looks down at you, not looking upset, more confused than anything else.

“i’m sorry, i-i-” you stumble over your words as he looks you up and down, assessing you and your little black dress sarah convinced you to wear “i was just looking for someone.”

“mmm.” rafe nods, taking a step closer to you. you resist the urge to back up, keeping your heels firmly in place. “did you find them?” “y-yes.” you say without thinking, your traitorous eyes glancing down, down to his crotch. you hate that you know exactly what every ridge of his cock looks like without ever actually being able to see it. your eyes snap back up once you realize where you’re staring, taking in the look on rafes face.

“do you…” rafe trails off, taking another step towards you and this time forcing you into the room. you watch as rafe swings the door shut behind him. you glance again at the camera set up as he stands there in silence.

“y/n, right?” he questions.

“yeah.” you nod. “i… are you a gamer?” you wave your hand to the set up, hoping to play off your interest in it.

“no.” rafe simply says, crossing his arms, allowing his muscles to bulge. “i think you know exactly why i have that camera.” “am i that obvious?” you stare at your feet, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“your blush gave you away.” rafe says, and you feel your cheeks heat even more. rafe takes a cautious step forward, placing his finger under your chin and tilting your head up to look him in the eye. “you know, i had the biggest crush on you in high school.” “really?” you question, not able to hold back your smile.

“mhm. i would be embarrassed to tell you if you didn’t watch me jerk off on livestream.” rafe says, and you can’t help the laugh that bursts out of you.

“can i kiss you?” rafe asks, making you cut off your laughter as you quickly nod. rafe connects your lips, gentle at first until you start to respond. the second you kiss back, rafe attacks your mouth with his own, showing his desperation as his hands pull you against his body.

“rafe.” you moan, tossing your head back as he ghosts his lips against your jaw before sliding down your neck, sticking his tongue out to taste your skin.

“i want you.” rafe says, pushing his hips against you to show how serious he is. you moan at his impressive length pressing against you as his teeth nip at your sensitive skin.

“you can have me.” you whisper, tugging on his hair to bring his mouth back against yours. you let rafe move your body towards his bed, not disconnecting from the kiss as you both lay down, rafe hovering on top of you as you begin to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders so you can touch the chest and abs you’ve spent so long lusting over.

rafe turns to the side so he’s also laying down, using both his hands to grab your chest, massaging your tits as you moan into his mouth, hooking one leg over his hips and pulling yourself into him, grinding your core directly against his swelling length.

rafe rips the front of your dress down, letting your bare tits spill free. rafe pulls away from the kiss to glance down, a cocky smirk coming to his face when he realizes you went braless.

“gotta get my mouth on these.” rafe mumbles, sliding down the bed as he grabs your boob, wrapping his lips around your nipple and giving it a harsh suck. you moan and feel another rush of wetness coming, and you know your panties are shamefully wet.

“rafe, oh my god, that’s so good.” you praise him, completely forgetting about sarah and the party going on outside of the bedroom.

rafe flicks his tongue over your now completely hardened nipple before moving to the other side of your chest, giving that nipple just as much attention.

“god, take this dress off baby.” rafe rips himself away from your skin like it pains him to do so, sliding off the bed. you watch while taking off your dress as he unbuttons and slides his pants off, leaving his underwear on.

you toss your dress to the floor, leaving you only in a tiny pair of panties. you didn’t think anything would happen tonight, but you were completely prepared anyways, every inch of your body shaved as well as lathered in your best smelling lotion.

“wanna fuck you so bad.” rafe groans, watching as you smile and spread your legs, bearing your core to him. he grabs his cock through his underwear, giving it as a squeeze to calm himself as he climbs onto the bed.

you expect him to kiss you, but he stops between your legs and drops to his stomach.

you moan before he even touches your skin, just the thought of his mouth on your pussy. his finger trails over your thigh, tracing nonsensical patterns until he reaches your underwear.

“so wet.” he purrs, pressing down over your entrance, feeling the slick underwear squelch under the pressure.

“fuck, please.” you whine, undulating your hips to give yourself some relief.

“gotta get these off.” rafe tugs at your panties, and you hold your legs up and together for him to take them off and toss them across the room before spreading them wide again.

“god, fucking gorgeous.” rafe moans, not giving you any time to think before burying his head in between your thighs, letting his tongue run over every inch of your pussy except for your clit, always keeping some distance to tease you.

you throw your head back in pleasure when his tongue presses against your hole, easily being granted entrance from how turned on you are. rafe fucks his tongue into you repeatedly, flicking it inside of you to feel as much of your walls as he can.

“you’re delicious.” rafe says, the vibrations of his words being felt against your skin.

“more.” you beg, hoping rafe will understand what you need, but the devious look in his eyes tells you that you’re not going to get what you want that easily.

he lets his wide tongue out of his mouth, licking large stripes through your folds, stopping just short of your clit every time. he continues as you squirm underneath him, feeling your clit pulse with need.

“she’s so puffy.” rafe laughs, teasing you as he leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your clit before continuing his licking motions.

“fuck, i need it, come on.” you beg, reaching your hand down to grip onto rafes hair, fisting it in your hands but making sure not to pull.

“mmm, what do you do when you watch my streams? how do you touch yourself? show me.” rafe commands. you let go of his hair and move your fingers to your pussy, wetting your fingers in your slick before you shove two of them at the same time into your hole.

“i always pictured it was your fingers.” you admit, moving faster.

“did you always know it was me?” rafe asks, watching your movements in fascination, but he stops you when you reach for your clit.

“no.” you shake your head. “only after the voice reveal.”

“ahh.” rafe nods. “i would have done it way sooner if i knew it would lead to finally getting you in my bed.”

you smile at the praise, eyes fluttering closed, and the second your vision is fully black, rafe launches forward, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly.

you raise your hips up into his face, continuing to fuck yourself on your fingers as your orgasm rushes over your body, shaking with pleasure as rafe continues to play with your clit as you come down from your high.

“oh my god that was good.” your hips lower, and rafe pulls away to rub at your thighs while your breathing starts to return to normal.

“if only all your fangirls could see us now.” you laugh.

“they can.” rafe presses a kiss to your thigh, moving back up your body. “i would love to fuck you on live.”

you feel your stomach twist, part in nerves and part in excitement and showing off to all of the girls watching rafes anonymous streams that he’s claimed now, by you. even though no one will know who it is, you still feel like showing off your possessiveness.

“yes, please.” you say enthusiastically, making rafe pause.

“now? don’t you want our first time to be offline?” you love that rafe is so confident that this will not be the last time.

“it’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.” you admit. you never would have thought that you could be so comfortable in your body to show it off to thousands, but the way rafe is treating your body makes you feel so alive that you don’t even worry about it.

“fuck, yes. let me get it all set up.” rafe stands, but not before giving you a sweet kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

you watch as rafe turns the ring light on, pulling open the porn site on his laptop. he switches the camera on so you can see the angle without going live yet. you stand up once your legs have regained some strength, walking to stand behind rafe as he finishes setting up.

“come sit on my lap.” rafe sticks a thigh out for you, and you press your pussy into his thick muscle. “do you want me to mute us?”

you think for a moment. “mmm, no let them hear.”

“you couldn’t get any hotter.” rafe kisses your shoulder. “why don’t you stroke me and then if you decide you want to fuck on camera you can ride me?” “yeah.” you nod, making sure to keep your face completely out of the frame, admiring the way your tits are still shown, feeling sexy and powerful in this moment.

“hey everyone.” rafe addresses the audience as they slowly pour in, a lower viewership number than usual considering the spontaneous stream. “i have someone here to play with me today.”

he places a hand on your hip, giving you a squeeze of encouragement. the chair is turned slightly to the side so they can still see rafes crotch, hard in his underwear, as you sit on his spread thigh like you don’t weigh a thing.

you let yourself move naturally but keep one eye on the screen as you reach to rub your hand over rafes underwear, feeling every inch of him that you’ve spent the better part of the last year lusting after.

you stroke as the chat rolls in, smirking to yourself at the jealousy from some of the girls. you finally feel bolder and reach to pull rafes cock out of his underwear. he helps you by lifting his hips so you can tug it mostly down his thighs.

you turn on his thigh so you’re no longer straddling him, missing the pressure on your cunt but too focus on touching rafe to care as you perch yourself on his knee, now able to touch him with both hands.

you don’t waste any time teasing. you’ve wanted so long to wrap your hand around him and now that you finally do, you give him long strokes, using both hands.

“fuck, so good kitten.” rafe says, using the nickname he uses for his chat, but his eyes stay on you when you look up from his cock.

you lean in and give him a kiss, and while the viewers can’t see, they can certainly tell what is happening as you flick your thumb across the tip of his cock. rafe moans into your mouth in a vulnerable moment, letting you take complete control.

you dominate the kiss, knowing you only are because rafe is allowing you to. you drop one hand to play with his balls, feeling his thigh briefly clench underneath you how willingly you toy with his balls.

“still doing okay?” rafe whispers, quiet enough to not be picked up by the microphone.

“yeah. wanna ride you.” you respond, looking down at his cock, knowing there’s no way to suck him off on camera without your identity being revealed, so you’ll have to save that for another time.

“fuck, yes.” rafe groans as you continue to stroke him. “i’m clean.”

you instantly get the implication, a smile gracing your lips. “me too and i’m on birth control.”

“ride me then.” rafe presses his lips against yours, and you regrettably have to let go of his cock as you turn to face rafe, placing your knees on the chair on either side of him. you turn to check that you’re in a good position for the camera as you hold onto his cock, sinking down onto him.

you let yourself go slowly, reading over the chat to distract you from the slight stretch, eyes widening when you realize how many more people have joined the livestream, now being watched by almost 15,000 people.

“god, your pussy feels so fucking good, kitten.” rafe moans, loud enough for everyone to hear.

you turn back to face rafe as you sit down completely on his cock, putting your focus back on him as you start to raise and lower your hips, letting a few moans slip free as well. rafe lets you have control as you build yourself up, getting used to the motions and his cock inside of you.

“more.” you beg, and rafe knows exactly what you need, placing his hands on your hips and helping you move up and down.

you grip onto his shoulders, keeping your eyes locked together as he helps bounce you, moaning for each other and for the audience as you clench your cunt around him, hoping it brings rafe to the edge quicker considering how quickly you’re already desperate for another orgasm just from the feel of his cock inside of you.

“so fucking good, i’ve imagined this for so long.” rafe says, and you’re still surprised, even though he did confess his crush you never realized how serious it was, now regretting not going to more parties after high school and missing out on all of this.

rafe gives your ass a gentle tap, his eyes on yours as he asks for permission. you nod, knowing instantly what rafe is looking to do.

his hand connects harder with your ask, giving you a spanking. a red mark develops right in front of viewers eyes as he gives you a few more slaps.

your slow down in movement is noticeable, not being able to move as fast without rafes assistance, but it lets you feel every ridge of his cock as it rubs against you.

“fuck!” you moan as rafe moves one of his hands to rub your clit, his thumb swiping over your sensitive bud as you move, your hips slapping against his thighs as you ride him.

“i’m not gonna last.” rafe confesses, and you’re thankful because you’re about to cum as well.

“close.” you lean forward, using every last bit of energy you have to move quickly, forcing his cock as deep as possible when you feel him start to cum, wanting every last drop flooding your insides.

his release triggers your own as you moan, resisting the urge to say his name as your pussy pulsates around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head at the pure ecstasy moving through your body.

“good girl.” rafe praises, rubbing your back as you rest your head against his shoulder. he is careful when pulling you off his cock to move slowly, knowing how much abuse your pussy just went through.

he holds your hips up to the camera, letting the viewers watch as his cum slides out of your hole in dollops. rafe lowers you down onto his lap, ending the livestream without as much as saying goodbye.

you go to sit up, still breathing heavily, but rafe stops you from moving too quickly and overthinking what just happened. “i’ve got you.” he whispers, pressing his lips into your hair.

you smile, letting all of your worries go, until you hear a sudden knock at the door, making both of you jump.

“hey, uhh rafe-” you recognize the voice as topper, one of rafes friends. “were you planning on making an appearance at your own party?” “oh shit, i completely forgot i was having a party.” he says to you before turning towards the door. “be right out!” he shouts for topper to here.

rafe turns to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “i’ve got to show off my new girl.”

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yunniverse · 27 days ago

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Livestream

౨ৎ PAIRING— jeong yunho x reader

౨ৎ GENRE— fluff, established relationship, fem!reader

౨ৎ WARNINGS— mostly fluff, slightly cringey at times, yunho’s sweet

౨ৎ WORD COUNT— 2.0k

౨ৎ SUMMARY— wooyoung starts a v-live, and yunho is still asleep, but he soon wakes up to talk to atiny with you and wooyoung.

౨ৎ A/N— this was just a silly idea i had, but i hope you like it! feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading, lovelies! <3

“I’m starting the V-live,” Wooyoung tells you, glancing at you as you nod, putting your phone down as you move to sit on the floor beside Wooyoung.

“Oh, but Yunho’s asleep,” you stop Wooyoung, gesturing toward Yunho, who’s asleep on the couch on his side, his head facing you, his hand clenched in front of his face.

“It’s fine,” Wooyoung waves his hand, throwing Yunho a glance. “Atiny will think it’s funny.”

“Well, alright,” you shrug. “Start it, then.”

Wooyoung grins, reaching to turn the live on, waving at the screen when it shows that it’s live. “Hello, Atiny!”

“Hi!” you chime in, waving and smiling as you fix your hair slightly.

“They’re asking if that’s Yunho on the couch,” Wooyoung laughs, turning to look at you.

“Yeah, he’s asleep,” you whisper, reaching behind you to gently pat his cheek, making him shift in his sleep, sighing cutely. You look back at the live, making an ‘aww’ face.

“Yunho’s cute, isn’t he?” Wooyoung asks, smiling at Atiny.

“You guys better agree,” you point at the screen, laughing slightly before turning back to Atiny.

Both you and Wooyoung look up when Seonghwa walks in the room, and your face lights up as you beckon him over to you. “Hwa, c’mere!”

“I’m barefaced,” Seonghwa whines. “And in pajamas.”

“So? Nothing Atiny hasn’t seen before, right guys?” you look at the screen with a cheeky grin as Seonghwa sticks his tongue out at you. You fake gasp, placing a hand over your heart. “Atiny, Hwa’s so mean!

“Oh, shush,” he responds, walking over to you, bending down to wave at Atiny. “Hello!”

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him close, the sides of your heads touching so that you’re both facing the screen. “He makes up for it with good hugs, though,” you smile, nuzzling your head against Seonghwa’s.

“Ack!” he complains, though you can tell he isn’t being serious. “Let me gooo!”

“Fine,” you huff, releasing him so he can move more freely now. Wooyoung laughs rather loudly, causing Yunho to groan, rubbing his eyes. “Woo, you woke him up!” you pout, glancing at Yunho, who sits up, looking confused.

“Say hi to Atiny, Yunho,” Seonghwa tells him, laughing slightly.

“Hi,” Yunho turns to sit on the edge of the couch, still looking a little dazed as he squints at the screen.

“Atiny is asking how you can still look so handsome when you just woke up,” you look at him in question, blinking at him.

“Ah, thank you,” he blushes slightly, giving the screen a shy smile as he moves to fix his hair, which is ruffled up in the back.

“I’m gonna go now,” Seonghwa tells the screen before looking at you again.

“Aw, already?” you ask, pouting.

“Yeah, I have stuff to get to,” he responds, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Well, alright,” you sigh. “Have fun!”

“Thanks,” Seonghwa chuckles, waving to the camera before he moves to leave the room. You tune back into the conversation Yunho and Wooyoung are having with Atiny after you watch Seonghwa leave.

About ten minutes later, you stand up, going to get a snack. When you come back, Wooyoung and Yunho are talking to Atiny about the upcoming concert schedule.

“I’m back!” you chirp, setting your snack down on the floor as Yunho smiles up at you, puckering his lips for a kiss. “Yuyu, this is a live! We can’t kiss on a live!”

“No one will care,” he pouts, reaching for you with grabby hands, puckering his lips again, this time adding his signature puppy eyes.

You glance at Wooyoung, who shrugs, giving you the okay. With a small glance at the screen, you look back at Yunho, who’s staring at you in anticipation. Rolling your eyes playfully, you lean down, pecking his lips quickly. He smiles up at you as you glance back at the camera, moving to sit down.

“I got snacks, guys,” you grin, holding your snacks up to the camera. “I love Pepero, so I grabbed some of those, and besides that, I got some banana milk.”

Yunho shifts behind you, his arms snaking around your shoulders, and you feel his chin rest against the top of your head as you show the camera your snacks. “Do you guys have a favorite snack?” you ask them reaching up to grab Yunho’s hand, which is resting against your shoulder.

“They want you guys to play the Pepero game,” Wooyoung laughs, reading the comments.

You feel Yunho shake his head, and you giggle, turning to glance up at him as best you can. “We already kissed on camera. What’s the difference?”

“That it’s so awkward in front of people when it’s a game!” Yunho groans, shifting to move closer to you, holding you a little tighter, hiding his face in your hair.

“Aw, come on,” Jongho’s voice drifts over to you guys from where he’s standing near the refrigerator in the kitchen.

“Shove off, Jongho!” Yunho looks over at his friend, who laughs, taking a sip of his water.

“How’d your workout go, Jongho?” you ask him, still laughing a little.

“Good,” he nods, entering the living room and waving at the camera when he gets close enough. “Hello, Atiny!”

“Everyone’s typing ‘Jongho!’ in the comments,” Wooyoung laughs, scrolling.

“They should be typing ‘get a room’ to these two,” Jongho snorts, gesturing toward you and Yunho. “’Cause they don’t want to play the Pepero game, but Yunho’s fine with getting kisses every two seconds.”

“Hey!” Yunho exclaims, reaching out to swat Jongho on the arm.

“Don’t call us out like that,” you shake your head, disapproving. “Besides, I’m reading comments on my phone, and Atiny thinks we’re cute.”

“Okay, okay,” Jongho laughs, shaking his head at both of you before looking back at the camera. “I gotta go take a shower, but nice seeing you today, Atiny!”

He makes finger hearts at the screen before leaving, and you playfully stick your tongue out at him as he exits. Yunho tightens his grip on you, picking you up slightly by the shoulders.

“Ah!” you exclaim out of surprise, leaning back against him fully, glancing up at him. With a cheeky grin, he leans down, giving you a soft kiss, Spiderman style.

“Ew, Jongho’s right,” Wooyoung fake gags, turning the camera away from both of you, shielding Atiny. “You guys need a room.”

“Oh, shut up,” Yunho tosses a pillow at him, and Wooyoung dodges, laughing loudly.

Grabbing a Pepero out of the package, you stick it in your mouth, taking a bite out of it. With a playful glance and a wink at the camera, which Wooyoung fixed back to its original position, you turn in Yunho’s grip sticking the stick toward him with your mouth, mumbling “Pepero game?” around the snack.

“Noooo, baby,” Yunho protests, leaning away from you. “I thought you were on my side!”

“I’m joking, babe,” you giggle, turning back around to face the camera, tossing it a wink as you eat the rest of your Pepero stick.

“How long can we be live tonight?” Wooyoung asks, glancing at you.

You shrug, “No idea, but you guys have an early day tomorrow.”

“I’m tired,” Yunho mumbles, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as you situate yourself better between his legs, still sitting on the floor. You reach up, brushing a hand through his hair, making him lean into your touch with a soft hum.

“What time is it anyway?” Wooyoung asks, looking at the time. “Oh, it’s almost midnight.”

“Yikes,” you grimace, your hand moving down to rest against Yunho’s knee, rubbing small circles into his pajama-clad leg. “Are you almost ready to end the live?”

“Yeah, but you guys haven’t done the Pepero game yet,” Wooyoung pouts, gesturing toward the box of the snack.

“And we aren’t going to,” Yunho responds lifting his head off of you to yawn, waving at the camera. “Goodnight, Atiny!”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Wooyoung shakes his head, glaring at Yunho. “Wait a second. I’m not done!”

“You’ll never be done,” Yunho glares right back. “You always procrastinate saying goodbye to Atiny.”

“It’s cute, though,” you point out, making Yunho reach down, squeezing your shoulder once in warning. “Owww,” you whine, leaning your head against Yunho’s knee.

“That did not hurt,” Yunho aims his playful glare at you now, reaching down to tickle you.

You let out a small shriek, jolting away from your boyfriend, who simply wraps his arms around you, easily pulling you up to sit in his lap, resuming his tickle attack. “Yunho, get off!” you exclaim, trying to push his hands off of you. “You don’t like when I tickle you, so why are you tickling me?!”

“’Cause it’s fun,” Yunho laughs in response before halting his attack. You huff, crossing your arms as you try to get off of him. Before you can, however, he pulls you back again, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“As much as I’m enjoying the free show,” Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at both of you. “I’m about to say goodbye to Atiny, and you guys are kinda being cringy.”

“Fine,” Yunho releases you, but you just move to sit beside him, resting your head against his shoulder, grabbing his hand and setting it in your lap, playing with his fingers.

He smiles softly at you, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head, which you reciprocate by turning to press one to his jawline.

“That’s not much better,” Wooyoung fake gags yet again, but you know he doesn’t mind. “But we’ll take it, won’t we, Atiny?”

“Do aegyo for them,” Yunho grins at Wooyoung, and you giggle, nodding in agreement.

“Weren’t you guys enough for them for one night?” Wooyoung asks, glancing between both of you and the camera.

“Nah,” Yunho shakes his head. “They love your aegyo.”

“Well,” Wooyoung pretends to think about it. “I guess I have to give Atiny what they want.”

“Always,” you nod, smiling. “They’re your devoted fans, Woo.” Wooyoung laughs before turning to the camera, beginning his three set aegyo.

As he tells Atiny goodbye, you and Yunho wave to them, and you make half a heart with your hand, waiting for Yunho, who’s growing sleepier by the minute, to complete the heart.

“Babyyy,” you whine, elbowing him slightly to make him look at you.

“Oh!” Yunho exclaims, completing the heart, to which you smile brightly.

“Bye, Atiny!” you chirp, waving, as Yunho slips his fingers through yours with the hand he completed the heart with. You let your hand drop with his into Yunho’s lap, making a finger heart with your other hand, bringing it to your lips, to give a kiss to Atiny.

“Bye~” Wooyoung adds in a sing-song voice, cutting the live off.

“Alright, bedtime for everyone!” Hongjoong enters the room, hands on his hips.

“Were you just waiting?” Wooyoung asks, wide-eyed.

“Maybe,” he laughs in response as Wooyoung stands, stretching, as he grabs his laptop. He walks over to Hongjoong, who leaves the room with him after waving goodnight to both of you.

“Well,” you sigh, giving Yunho’s hand a squeeze. “Bedtime, I guess.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, reaching for the Pepero package. “Pepero game?” he asks, once he places one against his lips.

“Not if you won’t do it for Atiny,” you shake your head, laughing, as you wiggle out of his grip.

“Please?” Yunho pouts in a way he knows you can’t resist, and you sigh, giving in like usual.

Moving closer, you snatch the stick out of his mouth with your own, making him gasp, shocked. “Rude!” he exclaims, and you laugh before moving closer again, letting him bite the other end.

When he makes it to the end of the stick, he just forfeits the game, kissing you softly. You giggle, pulling away, swatting his arm playfully.

“Gotcha!” you hear Jongho exclaim from the doorway. You whip around, seeing him holding his phone.

“This is gonna be gold for Atiny,” he states cheekily before hurrying off.

Frozen in place, you slowly turn to look at Yunho. “Should we…?”

“Yeah,” he nods quickly, letting you lead the way

“JONGHO!”

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feelingf1 · 1 year ago

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stress relief - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x female!reader

summary: lando’s home during the break, and you noticed that he’s stressed out. you know exactly how to relieve the stress ;)

warning: NSFW (you probably could have guessed from the title)

authors note: sorry for being inactive, school is KILLING me. i didn’t get the chance to proofread this because i wanted to post something :)

Enjoy! X

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“Oh my God, Max. You’re actually terrible at this game.” You could hear Lando’s voice traveling down from his recording room upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh. Lando knew how to handle pressure, I mean he’s an F1 driver after all, but the pressure when he was playing games was a different story.

You fixed yourself a cup of tea and headed to the living room, opting to watch Lando’s livestream on the TV, feeling like you were missing out on the fun.

You watched as they played Rocket League together. You thought the game was a bit stupid, but that wouldn’t stop you from watching your boyfriend play. You loved to cheer him on doing whatever he loved doing most.

“Max, I swear to God.” Lando said as Max missed the goal. Again.

You couldn’t help but notice that Lando seemed really agitated by Max missing a goal, on a computer game. You sat forward more and watched more attentively. Lando had been stressed out in the last couple of weeks, his car was far from where he wanted it to be, but he told you he was over that.

However, he clearly was not.

“Max, I’m actually going to log off if you miss again. I’m not joking.” Lando’s voiced couldn’t have been more stern, but Max seemed to be oblivious to this. “Yeah right mate, you’re just jealous that I’m better than you.”

That sentence set something off in Lando. He abruptly exited the game and thanked the fans before ending the stream, leaving Max by himself.

“Uh, sorry. Lando got an important phone call he had to take. Thanks for the subs and for watching. See you guys later.” You watched as Max lied, trying to cover for Lando’s sudden exit.

You ran up the stairs to check on him.

Knocking softly on the door, you entered and saw Lando staring into space. When he heard you enter he looked over at you with a soft smile.

You went over and climbed on his lap as he was sitting in his gaming chair, and you softly stroked his cheek. “What’s wrong my love?” You asked, your voice soft.

“I guess I’m not over the car being crap, or Max just brought it out again, I don’t know.” You cupped his face in your hands.

“You don’t have a thing to be worried about, Lan. You’re doing amazing.” You smiled softly, watching his face light up from your compliment.

“Thanks, baby.” He replied.

You peppered kisses down along his neck, each one getting longer. “Does this make you feel any better?” You asked. Lando nodded his head, nearly breathless already.

“You know it.”

You started kissing his neck more aggressively, before you kissed his lips. It was soft at first, but not for long when the passion and desire took over the both of you.

You returned to his neck again, leaving marks that would most certainly be visible tomorrow.

“Everyone needs to see that you’re all mine.” You said, lowly. You could hear Lando moan. “Oh fuck, Y/N.

You grabbed the hem of t-shirt and pulled it off, watching as his chain fell back against his body. You climbed off of his lap and went down on the floor on your knees.

You dragged your tongue from his neck down to his v-line, not forgetting to trace his abs along the way. You could feel that he was hard already, and was not in the mood for waiting around.

“Fuck Y/N, please.” He said between moans.

You opened the button on his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers, watching as his dick sprung up and twitched after being exposed.

You grabbed his balls and started massaging them, watching as his head fell back with pleasure. You took his cock in your other hand and guided it towards your mouth, licking a stripe from his base to his tip before taking him in your mouth.

You didn’t take all of him in your mouth at first as your rubbed the rest of his cock with you hand, but Lando needed all of your mouth.

He grabbed ahold of the roots of your hair and guided your mouth down to his base. Once you got used to his length, you sped up. Lando tried to get some words out, but the were replaced by moans.

You took your hand and reached down your trousers, rubbing your clit. Even though you were supposed to be treating Lando and not yourself, you couldn’t ignore your pussy that was nearly dripping wet now.

Lando looked down and noticed you rubbing yourself and he got harder, so he came up with an idea.

“Ride me.”

You looked up at him. Lando wasn’t really a person that ever asked you that question, but you definitely weren’t going to say no.

You pulled off your jumper, trousers and underwear, leaving you in just your bra. You climbed on to Lando’s lap and he guided his cock towards your hole.

You sunk slowly onto him at first, but once your hole was used to his length, you sped up, bouncing on him.

“I’m gonna cum.” Lando said between moans.

He grabbed your bra clasp and opened it, letting your tits fly out. He watched as they hit against you every time you bounced on him. He grabbed them and starting massaging them, and now you were the one that was moaning.

He started sucking on them, and then using his other hand, started rubbing your pussy at the same time. There was no fucking way you’d be able to hold yourself back.

“Oh shit, Lando-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence without moaning.

“I’m gonna cum.” You managed to get out, before tilting your head back and moaning.

Seeing you like that made Lando even crazier. “Me too.” He replied.

You grabbed Lando’s hand that was down at your pussy and starting sucking his fingers, lapping up your juices. Lando couldn’t hold himself back any longer and he came inside you.

The feeling of him cumming inside you always drive you crazy, causing you to come straight after.

The room went silent, apart from the heavy breaths coming from both of you. You lay down on Lando’s chest, your head lifting and falling with his chest.

“Feel any better?” You asked, you fingers dancing through his head of curls.

“So much better.” He paused, “But do you know what would make me feel way better?”

“What’s that?” You asked.

“Round 2?”

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vivwritesfics · 2 months ago

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Handheld Camera

Tyler's best friend and camera person screwing a member of Storm Par? More likely than you think

Warnings: smut, p in v, hate fucking I guess, sex tape, unprotected sex, possible pregnancy

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"What're you doing?"

The handheld camera was pointed at Tyler as he walked towards her. When he stepped forward, she stepped back, keeping all of him in frame.

It had been a good ride, and she had videoed all of it. Both rounds were on her camera, ready for to be edited and gifted to Tyler. He reached for it, trying to snatch it out of her hands, but she stepped back.

"Come on, Ty!" She said as she stopped filming and put the camera down. "These are gonna be gold when you're a famous bull rider."

That had him grinning as he wrapped his arms around her and led her back to his truck. He wasn't going to tell her that he was rethinking a career as a bull rider, that he was thinking of going to school.

She spent the night clipping up the videos, perfecting the audio and piecing them together. She could have posted it online, drawn more people to Tyler's name.

But she held back. That was a conversation for later.

A conversation that would never come. Before she knew it, Tyler was off to study meteorology and she was, well, left behind.

Left in Oklahoma, working in her parents cafe. She watched the sky as she wiped down tables, thinking of him. Did he miss her as much as she was missing him?

Of course, he came home in the holidays. But he wasn't riding, anymore. He just watched storms, chased them.

At first, she was reluctant to go with him. Why would she throw herself into danger like that? But it had never been easy, saying no to Tyler Owens. Not when he gave her that look that guaranteed fun.

On the first chase, she'd been too scared to do anything other than hold onto her seat. On the second chase, she'd had her camera out the entire time, filming the storm and Tyler.

He was so natural in front of the camera, his personality shining. An idea sparked in her head, one that wouldn't come to fruition just yet.

That came after college, when Tyler was home for good. He was a little lost in what to do next, wanted to do something meaningful with his life. A terrible time to bring up storm chasing on YouTube.

But then they drove through a town, so full of devastation. They stopped, helped where they could, but there wasn't much. Finding people and lost pets.

That was when the idea came to life.

"We start a storm chasing YouTube Channel. We live stream, take the footage for the streams, and clip them up into videos. Ty, we could make so much money." He opened his mouth to protest, but she beat him to it. "And that money could go towards helping people. People who have been ruined by tornadoes."

Tyler went to shake his head, but then he thought about it. "You'd handle the filming and the editing, and I get to just chase storms?"

A grin split across her face. "Exactly, Ty."

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, looking like some fucked up rabbit. "I'm gonna regret this," he mumbled and shook his head. "I have a condition."

"Lay it on me."

He stared at her, green eyes sparkling as he let his grin match her own. "I get to put my face on a tee-shirt."

***

Storm Par.

They weren't exactly trouble, more a nuisance. Always getting in the way of a good chase. It made for entertaining videos, if they were allowed to upload them.

They couldn't help what they captured on livestream. But that email she had received from a member of the Storm Par legal team had her editing the white trucks out of any clips she had before she uploaded them onto YouTube.

She remembered the first time she laid eyes on him.

Her camera was in front of her face, capturing footage of the storm to later use in the video. It was beautiful, something she didn't understand as well as Tyler.

But then she zoomed out, captured the storm with the wheat field beneath it. And the man in the hat and sunglasses. The tall man, who she could tell was scowling. He didn't even need to remove his glasses.

Ending the recording, she lowered the camera and looked at him. "Can I help you?" She asked, voice a little snippier than she meant for it to be.

He pulled his glasses off of his nose and let his expression soften as he looked at her. What was he thinking? What thoughts were turning over in his mind.

"You like storms?" He asked. For just a second, it sounded like a pickup line.

She looked down at her camera? "Like storms?" A grin crossed her face. "Oh, no. I record them because I hate them."

The sarcasm wasn't missed. It wasn't unappreciated, either. He stepped closer and tucked his glasses into the breast pocket of his white shirt. "I actually chase storms," he said. "As my job."

"Really?" Her eyebrows shot up. This was before Storm Par and Tyler's little gang of chasers were really aware of each other. They knew one another was out there, getting in each others way, but not more than that. "Must be exciting."

"It is," he answered. "You get right up close to the danger."

"Is that all you do? Just chase them?"

He shook his head. "My team and I study them. We collect data on them to... help people." The way he said it, the way he paused. He knew he was spouting shit.

Before she could say anything more to the man from Storm Par (their hottest member, if you held a gun to her head and asked her), Tyler called her name. "We gotta go!" He shouted.

The man's eyes widened. "See ya, Storm Par," she said and saluted to him with just two fingers. She left him standing there as she ran over to Tyler's truck and climbed into the passenger seat.

They encountered each other on the chase, him staring at her through the window. Every time she pointed her camera at him, he looked back at the road.

Storm Par turned left at the fork in the road, and they turned right. Storm Par's tornado died, but theirs stayed strong. She buckled herself in and held the camera up as they drove into the tornado.

Storm Par parked up at the same motel they did. She locked eyes with him as she climbed out of the truck.

It was almost like he couldn't stop himself as he strode towards her. "You work with a bunch of cowboys," he said and chewed the gum in his mouth.

She released a flirtatious giggle. "Thank you," she said and blinked at him. His sunglasses no longer sat on his face and she could finally see his pretty eyes. They really were pretty. "You work with a bunch of stuck up assholes." She looked him up and down. "And you're the biggest stuck up asshole of them all."

Suddenly she was against the wall and his lips were against hers. The way she ran her fingers through his hair was almost feverish, knocking his hat from his head as he pressed his hips against hers.

"I can't fucking stand you," he growled out between kisses.

"I hate you too."

But he pulled her away from the wall and up to his room. It was nothing fancy, just a bed, a television, and a dingy bathroom. It was an exact copy of her own room, but that wasn't what she cared about at he threw her onto the bed.

That night was the first time they hooked up. He pulled down her jeans and discarded them on the floor, along with her shirt. She didn't even know his name as she rolled onto her stomach.

He grabbed her hips and held her up, thumb stroking over her skin as he entered her. That was sweet. The kisses he dropped onto her back were sweet.

But that was where the sweetness stopped. He snapped his hips against hers, setting a brutal pace. The bed beneath them squeaked, but it was drowned out by her whines and moans, her cries for more.

He grunted, tipping his head back. Sweat dripped down his face and his grip on her was bruising. She was loving every second of it.

Her legs spasmed, giving out ad she came. She clenched around him, the only thing holding her up being his strong grip. But he kept coming, kept burning the tip of his cock between her spongy walls.

But he was getting sloppy, his thrusts deeper, holding himself inside of her for longer. His breaths came out in short pants, spilling himself inside of her.

Breathless, he let go of her, let her collapse onto the bed. He fell down beside her, neither of them touching.

Her mouth was dry, throat somewhat sore as she looked at him. This wasn't how things were supposed to be post sex. She shivered as she shuffled closer, not close enough to touch.

"What's your name?" She asked, the question barely audible.

"Scott," he answered and shuffled back against the headboard.

The way he was staring down at her, she couldn't tell what he wanted. If he wanted her to get up and leave, or stay for a moment longer and tell him her name.

She was thinking too hard and too much, Scott decided as he scooted down the bed. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her against his chest. "This can't happen again," he said as she let her hand settle against his beating heart.

"No," she agreed, voice croaking. "It can't."

Spoiler alert, it happened again.

They weren't always after the same tornado, weren't always on the same chase. But every time that red truck pulled in where they were, Scott couldn't help the way his heartbeat quickened.

If they were chasing the same storm, they ended up in each others bed.

At first, it was just sex. Sex with cuddling after (because Scott knew she needed it). But it turned into something more when he sat there reading while she edited their videos.

"I've had an idea," she said one evening as she let Scott into her hotel room. Her camera was in her hand, held down by her side.

Scott's stomach dropped. "We're not making a sex tape," he immediately said as he sat on the bed and toed off his shoes.

Sinking into his lap, she wrapped her arms around him. "C'mon, Scott. I just want to get a quick video of how hot you look while I'm riding you. Just for the Scott files."

The Scott files. A collection of every time she had edited him out of their videos. The collection of angry faces had turned into him unable to hide his smile.

Grinning, she pushed him down onto the bed. Scott held her hips as he looked up at her, the camera already in front of her face. The red light flashed as she began moving her hips.

Scott squeezed her hips but gave nothing away on his face. So, she put the camera down and unbuttoned his shirt.

He laid there, let her work. She unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall open. Grabbing the camera, she held it in front of her face once again, filming herself dragging her nails down his chest.

Throwing his head back, Scott let out a throaty moan. She caught it all on camera.

She opened his trousers and freed him. Scott sucked in a breath as she wrapped her fingers around him. The camera stayed focused on his face as she pumped her hand once, twice and then released him.

His eyes flew open and he glared down at her. But it was short lived. She put down the camera and began stripping off. The moment she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, Scott reached for the camera and held it up, capturing her as she stripped.

She was gorgeous. Scott already knew that, but this he wanted to keep forever.

Dropping her underwear, she reached for the camera once again. "Give it," she said and snatched it away from him.

Sitting on his lap, she concentrated the camera back on his face and ground against him. "Fuck," he breathed and reached for her hips. "Please, cowgirl."

Cowgirl. When had he started calling her that? It had started as an insult, she knew that much. But she loved it. Lifting her hips, Scott positioned himself beneath her and she sank herself down onto him.

Scott sucked in a breath. The camera was trained on him as she began to move. He gripped her hips, helping her to keep a steady rhythm.

She tried to keep the camera trained on Scott as she rode him. But it kept dropping, and it took her a moment to get it focused back on his face. But Scott took the camera from her hands. He put it down on the bed, pulled her to lay against him, and took charge.

The camera kept recording on the bed. It didn't capture much, and the audio wasn't as clear as she wanted it to be. When Scott came, throwing his head back, the camera just about caught it.

***

"Have you got yesterdays footage?" Tyler asked as he walked into her motel room.

Folding her arms over her chest, she grinned as she looked at her best friend. "Yesterdays footage, huh?" She asked and cocked her eyebrow. "What do you want with that?"

Tyler held his hands up in defence, but he was grinning. "Just science, I swear," he said quickly.

Just science and Kate was how she read it. Ever since they'd met Kate, Tyler had requested more footage than he usually wanted to see. But she didn't mind. Tyler was a lonely guy; she was going to do anything she could to help him get some.

"Yeah, it's on my laptop," she said and pointed to her desk.

Tyler walked over to the laptop. He opened the lid and typed in her password (of course he knew it, it was the same password as their YouTube Channel).

The laptop took a moment to load up. It was old, and she was putting a small fund together to get a new one, a better one for video editing. Her editing software opened, the screen blank for a moment.

But then the last thing she was working on, the last video she was editing, came up on her laptop.

"What the hell is this?"

She turned on her heel. There it was on her laptop screen, the video she had taken all those weeks ago. The editing process had been slow, since Scott would watch over her shoulder, start kissing her neck and pull her onto the bed.

Tyler looked back at her. He knew the face on the screen, the man that was staring at the camera as he moaned. "Is that Storm Par?" He asked. "Are you sleeping with Storm Par?"

She swallowed. But then she steadied herself, holding her head up high. "So what if I am?"

Tyler shrugged his shoulders. "Sleep with whoever," he said and clicked out of the editing software, minimising the screen. He didn't need to be seeing that. "As long as he's good to you and you're not getting hurt, you can sleep with who you want."

She released a deep, relieved breath. Hiding all of this from Tyler had been no easy task. She'd almost slipped up, almost mentioned something 'she and Scott' had seen the night before.

Tyler opened his arms and she fell into them, holding her best friend close. "He's not hurting you, is he?"

She shook her head. "He's good to me, Ty," she mumbled and shut her eyes. It felt so good to be in Tyler's arms again.

Neither of them were aware of how late her period was.

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