[ SMUT WARNING. and baby is just like Boone in my other fics — she's a freak with a camera in hand

and for those that have been asking for an update, yes, I hate my new job <3 ]

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DID YOU GET SOME GOOD PICTURES

THOUGH Baby had been the one to ask, she was now feeling rather shy as she stood in front of Tyler. And he was as confident as ever, watching her with a cocky smirk on his face the entire time she was setting up her camera.

"So," he said, that little flirty grin still on his face as he came right up to her. Tyler wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Where do you want me?"

Ignoring how her cheeks heated up, she pushed lightly on his firm chest. "The bed."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded while sitting down and crawling back a bit. And Baby snapped a picture as he did so.

"Just... do what feels good to you," she murmured, not wanting to pressure him into taking his shirt or anything else off just for the sake of a picture. She thought one of his handsome face was just as pretty as one with him shirtless.

The first few pictures were simple ones — ones of Tyler staring into the camera with a charming smile and then him running his hands through his hair while Baby moved about the room, getting different angles.

Then he began unbuttoning his flannel shirt, not taking his eyes off Baby as he did so. It exposed his smooth chest, and Baby was entranced, thinking he made for the perfect human subject.

A little noise of approval left her lips as she kept taking pictures, that pleased smirk on Tyler's face. God, he loved the effect he had on Baby — it made his chest swell with pride. It made him want to see what else he could get away with before she forgot about the camera and let herself be truly distracted by him.

So, Tyler got off the bed and reached for his belt, seeing how she hesitated in taking her next photo as he let his jeans hang open, revealing the semi-hard bulge in his pants — because of course, he was getting turned on by this. Someone as conceited as him loved shit like this.

"Ty," she mumbled weakly as he leaned back against the wall. "You don't gotta."

"I want to, Baby," he said in a raspy voice. "Keep going. Wanna make sure you always have somethin' nice to look at."

She nodded weakly and took a few pictures of him before he kicked off his boots and pulled his jeans down, leaving him in a tight pair of gray boxer briefs that left so little to imagine. Baby took a step closer and crouched down a bit, getting a shot of him from below as he ran his hand down his body.

Then Tyler perched on the edge of the bed, and she sucked in a sharp breath when he reached down and rubbed his hand over the growing bulge in his underwear.

"Ty," she said in a warning tone as he palmed himself. But even she couldn't resist taking a pretty picture.

"You said to do what feels good," he told her, applying a bit more pressure, making him let out a groan. "Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable."

"Not that kind of uncomfortable," she mumbled, her cheeks flushed.

And Tyler had that goddamn smirk on his face before getting more comfortable. He laid back down against the mattress, and then slid his hand beneath the band of his underwear. As he gripped himself, his eyes fell shut, and Baby just had to take a picture, thinking he looked so pretty as he did so.

"God, Baby," Tyler groaned. "Don't you wanna see what you do to me?"

"Please," she whined, taking a step closer, eyes on his body.

Tyler let out a breathy laugh before complying, pulling his underwear down his muscular thighs. And Baby swallowed thickly — nervously — as it freed his aching cock, it swollen and throbbing and so big.

God, Baby was rather stout at only five feet tall, and he was so long. How would that ever fit comfortably inside of her if they took things to the next level?

For a moment, as he wrapped his hand around himself once more and began pumping his cock, Baby forgot about the camera in her hand, just studying his movements intently as if she was still in school and going to be tested on his perfect anatomy.

Tyler's movements were so slow, almost like he was teasing himself as he stroked back and forth. Then he ran his thumb over the pink tip, spreading the bead of precum around before continuing to pump his cock. And all the while, filth directed at Baby was spewing from his lips.

"Take a picture, Baby. Give you something to look at when you've got those little fingers inside that pretty little pussy of yours," he grunted out, making her whimper.

And so Baby did as she was told, hands shaking a bit as she eyed him through the viewfinder. And he looked so perfect, head back against the pillow, strong neck on display, chest flushed, stomach tight, hand around his cock.

"Fuck, you're perfect, Baby," Tyler went on, his Arkansas accent getting thicker as he was lost in a haze of lust. "Thought about you like this every night since I kissed you. About the pretty sounds you'd make. About how good you'll feel wrapped 'round me when I finally take you."

"Baby," he moaned, looking at her through hooded eyes. "C'mere and help me. Please. I know you ain't never, but I'll show you."

Baby just nodded weakly while coming close until her knees bumped the mattress, setting the camera down. Then Tyler sat up a bit and reached for her hand. She let him guide her to his cock, her eyes going wide as she gripped it, her fingertips not even touching as she wrapped her hand around him.

God, he was so big.

Then Tyler covered her smaller hand with his and began guiding her, setting a pace that he was happy with before letting go, trusting Baby to keep it up. And she kept her eyes glued to his face, taking in every shift in his expression as he closed his eyes and began bucking up into her hand.

He felt perfect in her hand, her able to feel every twitch and throb as she did so. Then, not knowing what came over her, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his tip, making him moan when her tongue darted out to kitten lick him.

"Oh, goddamn, Catalina," he said breathlessly, struggling to get the words out. "Need that pretty mouth. Please. 'M close."

And because she knew she could never deny him when he was begging, Baby leaned down even more and anxiously took him into her mouth, her eyes wide from the odd sensory sensation. But it was so worth it as Tyler let out another moan as she took him fully, his tip hitting the back of her throat.

She couldn't help but gag around him, tears pricking at her eyes. So, Tyler cupped the back of her head gently, threading his fingers through her hair. "You've got it. You can take it, Baby," he murmured. "Just breathe for me. You can do it."

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose and grabbed his thighs to steady herself before continuing, bobbing her head back and forth at the same pace her hand had been going — and what didn't fit in her mouth, she covered with her hand.

And Tyler thought he must've been in a dream again, unable to believe Baby had her lips around his cock, making him feel things he'd never felt before simply because it was her doing them to him.

"I'm close," he grunted once more. "Want you to swallow it all for me, baby. Take it all."

She whined around him in agreement as she kept at it. And after Tyler thrusted harshly into her mouth one last time, he finished inside of her mouth, warm cum shooting down her throat as he softened inside of her.  He watched through hazy eyes as she swallowed it all and then pulled back, wiping her drool-covered lips with the back of her hand as she looked at him.

"Was that—" She had to stop and catch her breath. "Did I do a good job?"

Tyler groaned and pulled her up his body and to his lips, kissing her sloppily, tongue exploring her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue. Then he pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers. "God, you were perfect. Like you were made to suck my cock."

She blushed from his praise and pecked his lips once more before he pulled her into a deeper one. Then when he smiled into it, she pulled back and looked at him curiously.

"Did you get some good pictures?" he asked, that smirk back on his face.

Baby wrapped her arms around his neck and hummed, hiding her face in his neck, kissing his skin lightly. "The prettiest ones."

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Baby was sort of useless the next morning. All she could think about was Tyler and his body and how perfect he was. Even as she walked into the gas station to grab snacks for the day, her thoughts were on him.

And unfortunately for Scott, that meant she walked right into his back as she'd had her eyes on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she muttered, her cheeks on fire.

Scott rolled his blue eyes at seeing one of the Tornado Wranglers, gripping his bottle of Mountain Dew a little tighter. "Watch where you're going next time."

"I was just distracted," she muttered.

"Well, don't be. Not exactly the best line of work to be distracted in," he told her, sounding almost like he cared for a moment. "Can't imagine how your brother would feel if you got hurt."

Baby bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a smirk. "You, uh, you do much imaginin' about Boone, do ya?"

Though Scott glared at her, she could see the tips of his ears turn red, which gave him away. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said stiffly.

"I ain't talkin' about nothin'," she shrugged. "But Boone likes a little bit of everything, you know? Boys, girls, assholes doing tornado research."

Scott's glare somehow intensified, which she didn't know was possible. But she didn't back down, a smirk making its way onto her face — some of Lily and Dani's nosiness was wearing off on her, it seemed.

"How about you—"

Scott was cut off by the very man they were talking so vaguely about. Boone came into the gas station store and immediately spotted his sister talking with Scott.

"Hey now, Scotty Boy, back up," Boone said, moving to stand next to Baby, who smiled at the ground. "I thought I made it clear I don't want no one handsome like you near my sister."

"Trust me," Scott said flatly, and only Baby noticed how his ears got red again from the inadvertent compliment. "Baby ain't my type."

Then he brushed past the siblings and went to the register to pay, Boone watching him go with a frown.

"Javi said that too, but I just don't believe it, 'cause you're perfect, Baby," Boone told her. "Don't let him get you down."

Baby giggled and grabbed her brother's hand. "Boone," she said softly. "I think you and Ty and Dex are more his type than me."

It took Boone a second, whose mouth parted in realization. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," she snickered. "You ain't gotta worry about Scott or Javi or anyone else, okay?"

"Oh," Boone muttered again, still processing as he watched Scott leave the gas station.

"Yeah," she repeated, dragging him toward the register so he could buy her snacks. "Oh."