✦ title: mic check, 1-2… oops
✦ summary: fanum swore up and down he ended stream. he called her paranoid but when there was banging on the door, they found out real fast he didn’t… w aura farming?
✦ authors note: listen lmfaoo im on my period ok it lowkey sucks but i cant get this man out my head. no proof read either.
18+ only, smut, soft dom!fanum.
they had no intention of turning the amp house into a movie scene. fanum ended his stream early after being on for hours and figuring he’d hop back on later that night. he clicked through his windows, turned the monitors off, tossing his headset on the desk like it was routine since he usually reset everything when it was time to go live again.
zyla was already in his bed, stretched out in her bonnet and one of his tees waiting for the second he logged off. her phone was in her hand, but her eyes were on him as he kicked off his slides and moved around like everything was chill.
“you made sure you ended your stream for real?” she asked, giving him a look. “like actually closed it out?”
he laughed a little pulling off his hoodie and tossed it on the chair. “yes, bro. damn. you so paranoid.”
“no, cause one time you said you ended it and chat was still in there talking about some i could hear kai eating,” she replied, still watching him like he couldn’t be trusted.
“they heard kai, not me,” fanum said, climbing onto the bed. “i shut all my stuff down. i’m not new to this. come on now ma.”
she looked at him sideways. “mhm, yea it’s all of that til you mid-stroke and your whole chat get a front row seat.”
“first of all,” he said, leaning over her with a grin, “you assuming we getting that far.”
“it’s not assuming if you kept sending me twitter post of things you wanna try. i know you been waiting to fold me all night and i’m just tryna protect your career.”
“girl, if we getting exposed, it’s gonna be your fault ‘cause you the one that scream like we filming.”
his hands were already on her thighs, pushing her shorts to the side with no hesitation, his fingers teasing just enough to let her know he wasn’t playing. she sucked her teeth and pulled his shirt toward her dragging him in.
“you been acting brand new all day,” she said, sliding her hand under his waistband.
“and you been on dick since i logged in,” he replied, kissing her slow at first, biting her bottom lip and pulling back. “say you not feening right now’.”
“you lying,” he said, rubbing her exactly where she needed it, grinning when her legs twitched.
“shut the fuck up,” she whispered, already breathless.
he slid her panties off with one hand, kissed down her stomach, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, his mouth was on her before she could even exhale properly, tongue dragging slow and deep, switching pace just to get her reaction.
he pulled away from her slightly, his breath feeling cool while she was suffocatingly hot “you know that ain’t my name mama.”
zyla starred into his eyes seductively, sticking her two fingers into her mouth and pulling them out causing a ‘pop’ to sound from how much spit there was. she guided her hands down her stomach to her clit, and begin rubbing in circular motion. “so what?”
he stared at her mesmerized. a chuckle escaped his lips, “oh that’s what we doing? you got me fucked up.” he tugged his boxers off quickly tossed her arm to the side knowing zyla would rolled her eyes losing the sensation she was bringing to herself.
he wrapped his one arm under her thigh, yanking her towards the edge of the bed. “see this why i be fucking you like i be fucking you. cause why you tryna dominate me?” he spoke in a low tone grabbing his dick, stroking it slowly, exhaling at the pleasure it brought him. “im bouta show you how to dominate baby. matter fact, ass up mami.”
zyla complied immediately, turning around and arching her back as much as she could. her face was pressed onto the sheets, she couldnt help but play with her clit again unable to stop herself. funny thing is, if fanum were to speak to her like this outside of the bedroom here or at their apartment she would’ve been chewing his ass.
fanum ran his dick through her wet folds taking a moment to savor how good it fell on his tip. he bit his lip watching zyla act so desperate to get fucked by him when this was a daily activity for them.
“OH MY-“ zyla exclaimed feeling fanums dick fill her in one go.
he wasnt trying to be gentle, he needed her to melt into his arms. fanum bit his lip feeling how wet she was. “what’s my name?”
“fanum fuuuuuuck.” she whimpered still adjusting while he was fucking her.
fanum slapped her ass hard. “tu sabe que ese no es mi nombre. (you know that aint my name.)”
he grabbed her by the throat, pulling her up to his chest. he pressed his other hand onto her stomach causing her to gasp loudly. she cried out feeling fanum’s dick so deep inside she felt like passing out. it hurt so good.
“roberto.” she answered panting.
“say it again, dilo duro coño. (say it loud the fuck.) no one gonna hear you.” he said against her, lips wet with sloppy sex kisses.
“don’t fucking stop, i’m gonna come-” her back arching, voice cracking, her nails scratching him as she tried to ground herself.
he went hard, deep strokes, grip tight on her waist, chain swinging while he hit it from the back like the walls weren’t thin and the house wasn’t full of people. she was loud. louder than usual. moaning his name, screaming every few seconds, breath catching every time he bottomed out.
“yes, fuck, yes! i love you, i love you i love you.”
what neither of them realized was that the twitch app was still running in the background. the mic was still hot. fanum hadn’t actually logged out. and everything? the moaning, the clapping, the roberto, was being picked up live.
downstairs, the rest of the boys were still streaming. “yo why chat saying mute fanum’s mic?” kai asked mid-game, glancing at the feed.
agent paused his screen, squinting trying to hear better. “nah, did somebody just moan?”
chris blinked at the camera. “bro. they getting it in upstairs. i can hear the bed.”
kai’s jaw dropped. “wait… wait NAAAAAHHHH THE MIC HOT.”
“oh my fucking god,” zyla cried out, squirming under fanum who groaned deep into her ear while still inside her.
then loud banging came. “YO. MUTE THAT SHIT!” kai’s voice rang out, followed by straight-up screaming laughter.
“BRO, THE MIC STILL HOT. MY STREAM HEARD EVERYTHING,” davis hollered.
“i turned my headset down and still heard that shit,” agent called, his voice cracking. “you got twitch on parental advisory now?”
fanum didn’t even move. he laid out, breathing heavy, forehead pressed to zyla’s back. he tapped the bed once like he was mentally logging off.
“you proud of yourself?” she mumbled, laughing into the pillow, her voice still shaky.
“nah,” he replied. “but i ain’t ashamed either.”
twenty minutes later, they had taken a quick shower and threw on sweats and helped zyla into one of his zip-ups, pulling the hood over her head and kissing her forehead.
“you hungry?” he asked, smoothing his hand down her back.
“you finna cook for me after embarrassing me like that?”
“yes ma’am. mami aint raise no disrespectful king. your ass just gave the whole twitch world an exclusive and i’m tryna soften the blow.”
they walked downstairs together like nothing happened. like the whole internet didn’t just get a preview. but the second they hit the kitchen though…
“aye look who finally showed up,” duke said, sipping juice like he hadn’t just been banging on their door minutes ago.
“mr. that’s mine,” kai snorted.
“she screamed like it was a studio session,” chris added, grinning. “i thought that was summer walker.”
“aight. y’all done?” fanum asked, already pulling eggs from the fridge. “get it off y’all chest now.”
“nah you the one who got something off her chest,” davis said under his breath, then backed up when zylq threw a paper towel roll at his head.
“keep playing with me,” she warned, sliding onto the stool at the counter like she hadn’t just been folded in half an hour ago.
“you lucky i got me some,” fanum muttered, shaking his head as he started seasoning.
