.✦ ݁˖ what’s your decision?
tyler joseph x babysitter!reader
summary: you didn’t see the harm in sharing a bottle of wine with tyler after a long day of watching his children, and neither did he.
warnings: 18+ content, age gap reader, female reader, no use of y/n, grinding, oral (m. receiving), piv sex, degradation (kinda), it’s big, use of nicknames (princess, baby, babygirl, missy(platonic)) mention of divorce (jenna is not a good person in this it’s for THE PLOT), aged children down a year (again, for the plot), breach era, tyler is desperate, but so is reader, not proofread, ignore any mistakes
i told you guys to let me cook;P this is my first smut ever, so please PLEASE be nice, im still getting the hang of writing in general lol. also got soooo carried away (hence the word count) anyways, enjoy dilf tyler.
You were supposed to be out, at a bar probably, having fun. But no.
Instead, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled your senses as you lay sprawled out on the floor next to baby Tommy, who slobbered all over a teething ring while trying to rip your hair out of your scalp. You kept your eye on Junie and Rose in your periphery as they played “house” together, arguing who was going to be the Mom, and who was going to be the dog. You sighed to yourself. Make no mistake, you loved kids, especially the Josephs, but you could admit it was a little sad that this was your itinerary for most of your summer nights, especially with you just recently turning 21. Nonetheless, there you were, surrounded by children. The sun set slowly outside, casting the living room in a sort of ethereal glow. Satisfied with Tommy being as distracted as a baby could be with his teething ring, you stealthily got up from the floor, trying to bring as little attention to you as possible, in case Tommy wanted to “Go missy!” and make you bring him to the kitchen with you. You made sure to keep an eye on him as you checked on the cookies, just in case he decided to get up and walk, something that could very well happen at any moment. Plus, you promised Mr. Joseph that if he did take his first steps, you would try to record it for him. In a way, you felt bad for him. Although he wasn’t gone all the time, when he was, it was always all at once. A new album meant tour, tour meant rehearsals, rehearsals meant more time away from his family on top of touring the world, and more time away from his family meant missing milestones. Milestones you knew he wanted so desperately to be there for, especially since the divorce. You didn’t have kids of your own (although you might as well considering how much time you spend watching the Josephs), but you could see how that would eat away at a parent. Every time he texted you, checking on his children, he would always make sure he didn’t miss anything. It saddened you. You rubbed your hand over your face as you took the cookies out of the oven, tossing the oven mitt aside. You admired your work. Chocolate chip M&M cookies, recipe by yours truly. You had always been somewhat of a baker, so you thought you might as well put your talents to good use when watching your favorite kids. You heard tiny footsteps patter over towards you from the living room.
“Missy! Cookies!” Junie all but screamed as she tried to reach up towards the scalding baking sheet.
You intercepted her efforts and opted to hoist her up to your waist, her legs dangling on either side of you.
“Nuh uh, June, that’s hot. We have to wait for them to cool.”
June let out a grunt of frustration. You smiled at the three-year-old’s impatient antics.
“It’s okay, kiddo. Patience is a virtue.”
Confusion crossed over Junie’s face trying to say the word “virtue.” Each time came out different.
“You say weird words, Missy.”
You gently set her back down on her feet with a large, animated grin plastered across your face.
“Yes, I do, Junie. Yes, I do.”
Junie giggled at your over-exaggerated expression and waddled back to the living room, joining Tommy and Rosie, who resided on the hardwood floor. Being called “Missy” wasn’t necessarily what you preferred, or expected, but since Tommy couldn’t quite say “Misses” when you first started babysitting for Mr. Joseph, Missy sort of stuck. And now you couldn’t escape it. Even Mr. Joseph referred to you as Missy sometimes, but of course, you didn’t mind it then. You watched as Rosie and Junie played with Tommy, him now playing the role of the dog in their game of “house.” A ding from your phone pulled your attention away from the littles.
Mr. TyJo 🎹: be home in about an hour. the kids eat dinner yet?
You: yes, fed and bathed. i mayyyyyy have made cookies for dessert 👀
Mr. TyJo 🎹: there better be some left for me.
You: nope. rosie was a menace, ate all of them
You slipped your phone back into your pocket and turned your focus back to the children.
White china lay scattered across the living room, remnants of the cookies that had long been eaten stuck to each ceramic dish. Moonlight peeked through the sheer white curtains hung above the windows, drifting through the room almost like a reminder. A reminder that Mr. Joseph was late, again. You didn’t mind, though. He could stay out all night, and you wouldn’t mind. There was very little that man could do that would upset you. Upstairs, you had already tucked Tommy in bed; Junie was fast asleep under her bright pink comforter, but Rosie, Rosie was restless. You knelt beside her as she tossed and turned, waiting for sleep to finally overtake her. You read her one story, then another… and then another, but to no avail. You gently stroked her hair in silence, your knees growing sensitive from the prolonged exposure to the carpet. She would never tell you directly, but she didn’t like falling asleep alone. Mr. Joseph had mentioned it to you once before, but you experienced it firsthand. That’s why you stayed. You would stay as long as it would take for her to fall asleep, for her chest to rise and fall in even breaths as she slipped into the world of dreams. Rosie was a very sensitive, reserved girl. She didn’t like talking to strangers, or anyone outside of her close family circle really. Even though you’ve known her for years, she still didn’t speak to you very much. That’s why the question she posed came as a shock to you, her soft voice breaking the comfortable silence she curated.
She turned her face towards you, involuntarily nuzzling her face into the palm of your hand.
You stroked her cheek with your thumb, noticing her bright blue eyes welling with tears in the process. A frown tugged at the corners of your mouth as she spoke again.
“Can you sing me a song?”
The expression on her face made your heart feel like it was being ripped out of your chest. You scooted closer to the bed, close enough to where your chest rested against the soft material of the mattress.
She nodded her head and let out a broken sigh. Her tears were falling freely now, unrelenting no matter how hard she tried to keep them in. You brought your other hand up to her face, cupping her cheeks as you tried your best to wipe away her salty tears. Your eyebrows furrowed.
She was silent for a couple of minutes. You let her take as much time as she needed, not wanting her to feel rushed. Big emotions were hard for little kids; you didn’t have to be a genius to know that much. She sniffled quietly.
Her voice came out broken and tired. You sighed sadly and continued to stroke her face, trying to soothe her as best as you could. For a five-year-old, she was very intentional with whom she shared her emotions with, and she had never been this vulnerable with you before. You felt special, almost. She chose to share this with you.
“Oh, I know, buddy. C’mere.”
You opened up your arms for a hug, and she gladly accepted the invitation. She rested her head on your chest as she wept, soft cries filling the small space. In the moment, you were very grateful that Junie was a deep sleeper, as her bed was just across the room. You rubbed Rosie’s back tenderly.
“He misses you too, y’know. Tells me all the time.”
Rosie lifted her head at the confession.
You gave her a dreary smile.
“Oh, yeah. You would think you’re an only child with how much he talks about you.”
A giggle elicited from Rosie, her tears drying up as she thought about the idea of being an only child. She entertained the idea, but ultimately decided that, no, she would not like that. She would miss Junie and Tommy too much. She tore her arms from around you and nestled back into her many pillows, her red eyes drooping as she spoke up again.
“Sing me one of Daddy’s songs.”
A warm smile spread across your face. Unbeknownst to her, you knew basically his entire discography, so choosing a song wasn’t terribly difficult. You settled for one that you knew was Rosie’s favorite.
“You are formidable to me, ‘cause you seem to know it, where you wanna go.”
The lyrics left your mouth like a second language, your voice soft and smooth. Maybe those choir classes paid off.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ll follow you.”
Rosie’s eyes drifted shut, her breaths evening out as you continued.
“But you should know I might be cynical towards you.
But I just can’t believe that I’m for you.”
You thought about Mr. Joseph as you sang Rosie’s chosen lullaby. Lyrics he carefully curated about a woman, a woman he loved, that no longer stood true. You knew you shouldn’t think about it too much, but you couldn’t help it. You knew little about the separation, but the small snippets he told you weighed heavily on your heart. You never understood how people build lives together, build families, and then one day, decide it’s not good enough for them. You tried not to hate the woman, the woman Mr. Joseph once loved so dearly, but as your eyes were trained on Rosie’s peaceful face, knowing she left such a beautiful family, your fate was already decided. You did hate her.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can die with you.”
The last sentence spilled softly out of your mouth as you gazed towards the now sleeping girl. You stayed kneeling next to her bed for a couple of fleeting moments, letting the anger that bubbled inside you subside, before you rose to your feet. Taking one last look at the two girls overtaken by slumber, you gently clicked the side lamp off and tiptoed out of the room, your socked feet making quiet scuffing noises as you walked across the carpeted floor. You pulled the bedroom door to until you heard the soft click of the knob.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
A raspy voice whispered behind you, making you jump as you turned around. Mr. Joseph stood there, visibly tired from the day’s rehearsal, his body adorned with a black sweatshirt and sweatpants. He stared at your surprised expression and chuckled.
You raised your eyebrows at the man while placing a hand over your beating heart.
“God, yes. I didn’t know you were home yet.”
You didn’t know how much of that he heard, but you were hoping not much. You didn’t want him to think you were overstepping, that you were trying to replace… her. Rosie was crying; how could you deny a crying child? He sighed as he rubbed his eyebrows.
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t know I would be gone this long.”
You knew he did. It’s the same song and dance almost every night. He texts you throughout the day, telling you he’ll be home before nightfall, then nightfall comes, and he is nowhere to be found. You didn’t mind staying late; you knew he was under a lot of stress, so you let it slide. Besides, you always prepped your bag to stay late now.
“You don’t have to apologize. I get it.”
He nodded with a sort of sorrowful look in his eyes and turned back towards the staircase. You gazed upon his fleeting form as he trotted down the stairs. Even at his “worst,” he still looked incredible. You hated to admit it, but you did have a crush on the older brunette. You knew it was silly, immature even, but you couldn’t help it. If it were anyone else, literally anyone else, there would be no issue. You never liked older men, really, but it was Tyler Joseph. He was the exception. You followed after him before he noticed your staring.
He kept note of every time he would catch you staring out of his peripheral vision.
Every time you shifted when his shirt raised a little too much above his waistline.
Every catch in your breath when he leaned a little too close.
Of course, he never entertained it. He never allowed himself to think of anyone like that since the divorce, let alone his 21-year-old babysitter. Tyler thought you were cute, and that’s as far as he would go. You were cute when you greeted him at the door, when you played with his children, when your spaghetti strap slipped off the edge of your shoulder; you were cute. That’s it. At least, that’s what he convinced himself.
“Mr. Joseph?” You said faintly as you both reached the bottom of the stairs.
He turned to you with a pained look on his face.
“Please, Missy, call me Tyler. You’re making me feel old.”
You murmured a sigh and glued your eyes to your polka-dot socks, a nervous habit.
“Right, sorry. Uh-Tyler… thank you.”
You looked up from your socks, only to be met with Tyler’s gaze already on you, very intensely at that. A soft smile adorned his face, the type of smile that makes you think you actually mean something.
He turned his back towards you and started towards the living room. You stood there for a moment, trying to blink away the thoughts that bombarded you, thoughts that could get you in trouble. Just thinking them was nice, though. Your thoughts were yours and yours alone; you can’t get in trouble for thinking.
You trailed after him. He slumped on the couch as you picked up the plates from earlier that were strewn across the living room. When you reached the kitchen, white china plates in hand, you caught the long-forgotten cookies left on the stove, ready to be eaten. You quickly hand-washed the white china (something Tyler told you not to bother doing because “That’s what dishwashers are for,” but you do it anyway) and snatched another smaller plate from the cabinet. You gently set two cookies on the plate and shuffled back to the living room. There Tyler sat, legs spread, on the couch with his phone in hand. Your eyes ran over Tyler, from his face, down his torso, and back up again. You felt warmth spread in your lower stomach just by looking at him, pretty ridiculous, you thought. You stopped as you reached him, waiting for him to look up from his device. When he did, he was surprised to see you, spaghetti strap slipped off your shoulder, with cookies in hand. He set his phone on the couch cushion next to him and gingerly took the small plate from you. You couldn’t tell if it was your imagination, but it looked like he was blushing.
“I thought Rosie ate all of them, hm?”
A shadow of a smirk decorated his face, his eyebrows raised in amusement. You shrugged nonchalantly, suppressing the smile that was spreading across your face anyway.
Sounds of delight came from Tyler as he bit into the homemade cookie, muttering a quick “Thank you!” You reluctantly started to gather your things, knowing it was well past time for you to leave. You loved being there, but technically there was no reason for you to be there anymore. Tyler was home, and the kids were asleep. When he noticed, he quickly swallowed whatever was in his mouth and cleared his throat. You looked up from your bag, which you were rummaging through.
“Are you doing anything tonight?”
You stared at the man, your brain short-circuiting. You swore he did these things- talk to you like that- on purpose, to tease you. If you could prove it, you would. He noticed your hesitation and quickly elaborated.
“I mean- Mark gave me a bottle of wine.”
He raised his hand to his hair, twisting the dark strands between his pointer and thumb.
“Something about wanting to “show his appreciation,” whatever that means…”
He trailed off, mind wandering someplace else. You knew exactly where it headed, too. Since the separation, people treated Tyler differently. Treated him like he was broken, like he was a bomb waiting to be set off. Even Josh, which surprised you. He came over seldom, only stopping by to pick Tyler up for rehearsal, but when he did, it was like he was walking on eggshells. You had tried to be different, to treat Tyler with poise. You hoped he noticed.
“I just- I don’t really drink, and I know you’re 21 now, so I figured…”
A sigh broke through his speech. You could tell he was struggling to find the right words, but you wanted to hear him say it. You needed to. You waited expectantly.
“I figured you could share it with me. Like, drink it together.”
Your eyes crinkled as a soft smile ghosted across your face. You rested your bag back down by the door and decided to sit down next to Tyler, not too close, but still close.
“Yeah, I’m not doing anything. Might as well, right?”
Tyler grinned at you, his soft features illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the sheer curtains. He was so beautiful. You sat still as he prepped two glasses of the expensive wine he was gifted. You had alcohol before, but something about wine scared you, so you never had any interest in trying it. But no matter, if Tyler Joseph offered to share a bottle of wine with you, you would be stupid to say no. He sat back down next to you, two glasses of wine in hand. He stretched one out towards you, your hands brushing together as you took hold of the stem of the glass. You could feel Tyler’s gaze as he fully handed you the wine glass. You couldn’t look up to meet his eyes, worried he would see how nervous you were. Instead, you studied the way he swirled the dark liquid in his cup. You copied his actions, swirling your own and smelling the strong aroma it produced. Your face twisted. Definitively deciding “mind over matter,” you brought the glass up to your lips and took a long sip. The liquid burned as it glided down your throat, the type of burn that left you wanting more. You coughed, caught off guard by the taste. Tyler chuckled against his glass.
You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with the slow drink he took. You didn’t mean to stare, but God, he was hot. You already felt crimson heat spread from your cheeks down your neck. Your fingers trembled from nerves as you took another gulp. Something about this felt so raw, so intimate. Lounging on the couch, knees brushing together as you shared a bottle of expensive wine… It made your stomach explode. You took a deep breath as you raised your glass to your lips once more, your glass already half empty. Your skin started to feel like it was buzzing.
“I kinda like it.” You murmured.
Tyler chuckled at your already flustered state. He studied your face as you stared into your glass of wine, looking at it like it owed you something. Your mood shifted. Your eyebrows crinkled as you thought, the alcohol giving you the newfound confidence to speak. You locked eyes with Tyler, your eyes glossy from the alcohol coursing through your system.
“Rosie missed you today…”
Tyler’s face fell. He took another long sip.
You almost dropped the glass that was gripped in your hand.
“You heard? How-how much?”
You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or Tyler that made you feel like throwing up. To save your ego, you mentally blamed it on the alcohol. Tyler looked down into his glass.
You ran your hand through your already messy hair. You were sure this was done; you were fired. You messed up the only good thing in your life.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep-“
Tyler frantically shook his head, laying his hand over yours. You couldn’t help but take note of how soft his hands were.
“No, no… You didn’t. You handled it very well. She doesn’t normally trust people like that.”
You nodded, unconvinced. Mainly, you were distracted by the fact that he was practically holding your hand. You blinked, trying to focus on the current conversation, his hand placement and the wine making it a lot harder to do so. You took one last swig of your drink, glass now empty and discarded on the coffee table. Even though your mind started to fog, everything became a lot clearer to you.
“They’ve been missing you a lot more since… ya know.” You admitted.
Tyler did know. He knew all too well. With one parent missing, it all falls on the one that’s present to pick up the pieces. It used to be at least bearable when he was gone for weeks at a time, but now, it’s almost impossible. He still remembers the day she left. The catastrophic effect it had on him and their children. Well, his children now.
It was his turn now to finish his glass, opting to try and forget rather than to feel. Not that one glass would do such a thing, but he could try anyway. Silence stretched through the living room, his hand still residing over yours, not really wanting to move it. It comforted him to know that someone was there, the physicality of your touch being a reminder. After a few moments, he broke the stillness of the room.
“I wrote Cottonwood about her.”
You didn’t think your heart could squeeze any tighter than it did after that. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, trying to ease the melancholy that washed over him.
“I’ve never told anyone that. Not even Josh.”
Your lips twitched downward into a small frown. You’ve never seen him look this small before, this defeated.
You shifted your hand that was beneath his and interlaced your fingers, scooting closer to him in the process. You felt your mind start to second-guess itself, but it was quickly overruled by the pleasant buzz you felt from the wine. A shiver shot through Tyler’s body at the sudden closeness, his heart skipping a beat. He chalked it up to the wine, not wanting to admit the kind of effect you had on him. But he liked how close you were. He hoped you stayed close.
You glanced between your intertwined fingers and his eyes, going back and forth, before slowly bringing his hand up to your lips. You watched for any shift in his expression, any sign of him wanting you to stop. None came.
Your lips brushed over the front of his hand, peppering light, tender kisses all over, keeping steady eye contact. His fingers twitched as you followed the vein in his hand down to his tattooed wrist. You carefully kissed the three bands, your lips lingering on the inside of his wrist. Tyler struggled to breathe, his breaths coming out in shallow bursts, not sure how to handle the sudden display of affection. It was hard for him to feel wanted without also feeling like he was betraying someone that no longer cared for him. He felt stupid for it; he felt so stupid.
But with you in front of him, with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he felt the spell being chipped away piece by piece. You made him feel less stupid, less breakable. Without thinking, he cupped your face in his hand, gently caressing your cheek. Your stomach dropped, the pit in your stomach growing steadily. Neither of you spoke; neither of you really knew what you were doing. All you knew was how Tyler made you feel, and he felt the same way. His thumb traced over your cheek and trailed down near your slightly parted lips. He couldn’t stop himself from lightly stroking the swell of your bottom lip, admiring how soft they were. Your eyes stayed trained on him the whole time, afraid that if you looked away, he would disappear. He would disappear and this moment would only be a figment of your imagination. You saw a glint of realization flash in his eyes before he abruptly pulled away. You whined softly at the sudden loss of his touch.
He turned away from you, his head falling into his hands. It took you a second to process his sudden change in attitude.
“No?” You sighed with disbelief.
He grabbed the roots of his hair and pulled harshly before meeting your eyes again.
The look he gave you was one of desperation. He was trying so hard to convince himself that he couldn’t have you; that he didn’t want you. But you could see the internal battle he was fighting, and he was losing. You tilted your head at him and smiled softly, the alcohol in your system giving you a surge of confidence to push him a little further.
Tyler’s brows furrowed as you adjusted your position on the couch, both knees now settled on the cushions. You gently set your hands on his broad shoulders and swung one leg over his lap, climbing on top of him. Tyler all but whimpered your name as your legs surrounded him, straddling him against the couch. He willed his hands to stay at his side, not letting himself give in. He shouldn’t. He can’t. You purred in his ear, leaving tiny kisses down his neck. His breath shallowed. He shook his head as you started to nip at his sensitive flesh, leaving a dark mark in your wake. He sighed at the sensation, his body betraying him. You felt him grow hard beneath you, stirring a fire in you that would not be so easily put out.
“You can let yourself feel again, Tyler. Let me help you.” You murmured against his neck, now littered with red and purple marks.
His heart quickened. He hated how you could see right through him, how you knew just what to say. He clenched his fists at his side.
He breathed out a moan when you sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. Heat rushed to his member, now throbbing in his sweatpants.
“I’m almost twice your age-“
You lifted your head from the crook of his neck, face flushed, half from the wine, half from arousal. Your brows furrowed in determination.
“I am a grown woman who can make grown woman decisions. My decision is you.”
Your speech was slow and deliberate, careful not to stumble over your words. You gazed into his eyes as you bit your lip.
“What’s your decision, Mr. Joseph?”
The walls that Tyler had spent so much time enforcing came crashing down at a simple question. Your eyes looked glassy and vulnerable, something he had only imagined he would ever see. He couldn’t deny you any more. He couldn’t deny himself. His hands snaked their way to your hips that were clad in flimsy gingham sleep shorts, giving them a firm squeeze. His cock twitched in his underwear, the feeling of your soft flesh almost too much for him. You sighed at his touch, the suspension breaking as you finally felt his hands on you. His hands were calloused, yet soft. An addicting combination you were sure you would come to crave. His hands traveled from your hips up to your waist, sneaking under your tanktop. A soft moan left your mouth involuntarily, shuddering as his fingers traced over the dips in your skin.
Not once did you break eye contact.
You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, discomfort, unwanting. You saw none; all you saw was restraint. You slowly leaned forward, your face inching closer and closer to his. You halted your descent when the tips of your noses touched, your breaths mingling together. His breath smelled of wine and mint, a combination that made your heart thump. You were sure he could hear it if he listened close enough. You watched carefully as his tongue darted out, wetting his lips. God, he was so hot.
“Fuck it.” He finally broke.
He leaned in quickly, your lips finally meeting. All restraint he had before was long gone, thrown out with any other critical thinking he once had. The kiss was hungry, deep. His lips were soft as they moved against yours, almost frantic. He tasted unmistakably like him. He pulled you closer, moving your hips across his lap in the process. You gasped at the sudden friction, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his tongue across yours. You didn’t fight; you let him overtake your mouth like he owned it, his tongue gliding over yours with precision. His fingers kneaded the flesh of your waist as he kissed you, making heat spread to your core and your head spin. You needed something, anything, to give. You shifted in his lap, your pussy now directly against his clothed cock. You started to move slowly against him, trying your best to keep in the whines that left your mouth anyway. He groaned against your lips, slowly unravelling at the friction you were giving him. He broke apart from the kiss to catch his breath, mouth agape as he stared at you. You wasted no time and kissed the corner of his mouth, over to his cheek, then down his neck. His breath never slowed as you trailed down to his collarbones, nipping and sucking everywhere you could. If you didn’t leave proof, you would think this was all some twisted dream. And you could tell Tyler didn’t mind at all. You gripped his hoodie as you slowly got up from his lap, taking his hand and kissing his palm. He gave you a questioning look, which dissolved when you finally settled on your knees in between his legs. His eyes widened slightly, his stomach tightening.
You ran your hands over his legs and up his torso, under his sweatshirt. He shivered at your touch, goosebumps erupting everywhere your fingers trailed. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, eyes fluttering. His mind grew foggy as you settled your hands on his hips, gripping the band of his sweatpants and slowly, tortuously, pulling them down to his ankles.
You looked so pretty down there.
You couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his underwear, ready and waiting to be sprung free from the confines of the tight fabric. Wetness pooled in between your thighs; your underwear already sticky with anticipation. You peppered kisses along the v-line of his waist, the taste of his salty skin coating your taste buds as you traced the v with your tongue. Tyler trembled beneath you, unable to keep his soft whispers of admiration at bay.
You could tell he was growing impatient; his cock twitching at every kiss to his abdomen, a wet spot forming near the tip. You swallowed eagerly. You were growing just as impatient. You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled down gently. He lifted his hips as his underwear passed down his lap, his cock now revealing itself. Your mouth watered at the sight of it; red and throbbing, the tip already leaking. You had a feeling he was big, but God, he was big. You looked back up at Tyler, his chest heaving with anxious breaths. You smirked sweetly at him before taking your tongue and swirling it against the slit of his cock. His hips bucked up involuntarily, already chasing your mouth, choking out a groan that reverberated through his chest. His head thumped against the back of the couch as his eyes fluttered shut. You gently started to lap at the tip, earning more groans from Tyler as his hands shot to the back of your neck, pulling the roots of your hair. You moaned at the salty taste of his wetness, licking up the slit of his cock just to taste it again.
Tyler gasped, his dick already sensitive from the light tease of your tongue. You finally slipped the tip into your mouth, flattening your tongue against the ridge of his dick. Tyler couldn’t keep quiet, whining above you, as you hollowed your cheeks and slowly took him in your mouth, your hands working at whatever you couldn’t fit. His grip on your neck never ceased; in fact, it only tightened as you started to bob your head up and down. You started slow at first, wanting him to feel every ridge of your soft, warm mouth. But once your jaw got used to his girth, you suddenly dropped all the way down to the base, his dick bottoming out in your throat. His hand jerked from your neck to the top of your head, gathering a fistful of your hair as he let out a cry. His hips stuttered at the sudden over consuming warmth of your mouth.
“Fine… if that’s what you want I-fuck- i’ll give it to you princess.”
His hand started to bob your head up and down on him, his hips thrusting softly into your mouth. You steadied yourself on his thighs, fingers gripping them incessantly. You moaned against him, squeezing your thighs together as your core began to ache with want. His movements gradually became more frantic, now fully thrusting himself in your mouth, successfully hitting the back of your throat with each pump of his hips. You completely let him fuck your throat, turning to putty in his hands. Drool spilled from your mouth down the base of his cock, painting his thighs with the glistening slick of your saliva. You looked up at him, tears falling freely down your face as you tried to keep your gags at bay. His hips kept snapping in and out of your throat while he looked down at you, eyebrows cinched together and raspberry pink lips parted.
“You’re so pretty like this- fuck.”
He hissed, slowing his thrusts down little by little, making you think he was about to pull out, until he suddenly thrusted in hard and quick, shoving your mouth all the way to the base of his cock, holding you there.
“It’s like your mouth was made just for me. Made to take my cock like a good girl.”
Your mouth vibrated against him as you struggled to breath, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. Maybe you were made for this; made to stay here forever, letting him use your mouth like it’s his property. You wouldn’t just let him, you would want him to.
His cock began to twitch in your throat before he pulled himself out with a pop.
You gazed at his hard, throbbing dick as your chest heaved, lungs burning from the sudden rush of oxygen. He brought his hand down from your hair to the corner of your eyes, wiping the wet tears that stained your face, his gaze heavy with want and admiration.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you slowly rose from your kneeling position, knees red and sore. You stood there for a moment, watching as Tyler composed himself as best he could with his bottoms still pooled at his feet, hoodie bunched up above his waist. You couldn’t stop staring at his disheveled state, thighs clenching as you realized you made him like this. He leaned forward, hands dragging up your thighs, trailing to your backside. He gave your ass a tight squeeze as he pulled you towards him, tugging you down on his lap. Your breath hitched as you felt him, raw, through the thin material of your shorts. He bucked his hips up, making his dick grind into you. You gasped, the tip sliding right across your clit. He looked at you with hooded eyes.
“Where did you learn all that, hm?”
You whimpered at the tone of his voice, low and gruff.
“Anyone I need to be worried about?”
His grip tightened on your ass as you shook your head. He brought his lips up to your neck, placing gentle kisses across your sensitive skin, his stubble making your skin feel like it was on fire. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, basking in the feeling of his lips against you. You felt one of his hands snake up the front of your torso, going under your tank and resting against your breast. Your nipples grew hard under the thin material of your bra. He sighed against your neck, enjoying the effect he had on you. Your hips dug into his, chasing any friction you could manage.
“No, Ty, nobody. Just- oh- just you.”
Your hands anchored to his sweatshirt, wanting nothing more than to take it off. You were fed up. You wanted him; you needed him. His hands slipped away from your plush flesh and rested near the hem of your top. His fingers gripped the fabric as he slowly dragged it up your torso and over your head, admiring your exposed skin every step of the way. Nothing he imagined during his late nights alone compared to the real you, and now that he’s had you, he won’t be too keen on letting you go. He reached both of his hands to the clasp of your bra, unclasping the delicate straps of the only thing keeping you decent, and unceremoniously tugged it off your chest. His eyes raked over your now exposed chest, almost like he was trying to memorize every curve and dip of your body, engraving it into his brain. He let out a shaky exhale.
His hands grazed over your breasts, his touch feather-light, making goosebumps cascade across your skin. Your hips jolted at the gentle touch of his fingers, a moan escaping from your lips.
Tyler chuckled at your choice of response, now laced with sexual frustration. He brought his lips up to your neck while his hands worked, now kneading and squeezing, rolling your nipples between his nimble fingers. Tyler was trying to tease you, trying to get you riled up, wanting him so bad that you’re on the brink of tears. He could tell that’s where it was headed as you tried to grind into him even harder, desperation coursing through your veins. You fisted the bottom of his sweatshirt, bunched up at his waist, and forcibly shoved it up his torso. He gave a light chuckle as he helped you, amused by the sheer urgency of your actions.
With his hoodie now tossed to the side, as well as his bottoms, you raked your fingers down his naked torso, tracing each tattoo you ran across. His tattoos looked different in this light, much starker against the olive of his skin, complementing the lines and ridges of his body. He whispered your name as you traced over the bands of his arm, gripping your thighs like you were his lifeline. You looked up from your mental painting, meeting his chocolate brown eyes. His face was different from before; it grew more somber, as if he had realized something. Something not so pleasant. His eyebrows cinched together, and his grip on you loosened. You grew nervous, very nervous.
He stayed silent, eyes never leaving yours. Your heart started to beat rapidly, nerves eating away at your composure.
“Did I do something?” you quietly questioned.
He blinked, breaking the trance he was just under. His hands traveled up to the dip of your waist, where he traced slow, deliberate circles against your skin. A sigh left his soft lips, his focus shifting between the two of your eyes.
“No, you didn’t. That’s the problem.”
You felt small in his embrace, the confidence you once had slipping away. Your lips twitched downward, unable to contain your shift in emotion. You could feel tears start to well behind your eyes. You knew this was too good to be true; you knew he was too good to be true. His grip on your waist tightened again as he continued.
“I’ve never met anyone this perfect before.”
His eyes were now etched with fear; fear of the future, fear of change, fear of falling in love… it was all too much for Tyler. He had gone so long being numb to his feelings, pushing them so far back that not even his darkest of demons could pull them out, but you had them brought up to the surface so easily. That scared him. It scared him a lot. And now he was in his most vulnerable state in front of you, physically and emotionally. Your small frown ticked back upwards, your hands travelling from his biceps to the back of his neck. Your fingers raked at the nape, savoring the feeling of his soft hair on your fingertips. Your eyes were wide with wonder and excitement, which eased Tyler’s anxious state of mind.
He melted into your touch, muscles easing at the reassuring feeling your fingers gave him. As if he suddenly remembered he was naked below you, his fingers gripped your hips once more, moving them achingly slow against his. Your body tensed in shock as you choked out a strangled gasp at the sudden glide of your hips. You involuntarily leaned with the movement of his hands, helping him in his efforts to move you against him. Your lips found his, impatient and unruly, teeth gnashing together as the kiss became more desperate than anything. Tyler hummed against your lips, parting your lips open with his tongue, subduing any fight you had in you. The taste of him made your head spin. You slowly started to shift away from his lap, his lips chasing yours as you laid down on the couch. The soft cushions enveloped you as he moved to hover above you, the warmth of his body all encompassing. He reconnected your lips with fervor, his hand snaking up to cup the side of your face. Your tongue grazed against his bottom teeth, reveling in the ragged feeling. You have always had a fixation on his teeth that started when you first saw him smile. Since then, you’ve always wanted to feel jaggedness of his bottom teeth against your tongue.
Or sinking into your flesh.
That seemed to catch Tyler off guard, a sound you’ve never heard ripping from his chest. Your stomach dropped at his primal reaction, warmth spreading from the pit of your stomach to between your thighs. You lifted your pelvis to his, grazing your still-clothed hips over his hard cock, whining at the fact that you still had clothes on. Without warning, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of your thin shorts and tugged them, along with your underwear, down your legs, and tossed them to the floor beside you. His gaze dropped to your soaking core, wetness spreading to the inside of your plush thighs. You were trembling now, so overwhelmed with want under his gaze, the intensity of your eyes boring into his. He couldn’t think. With you overcoming his senses, his body moved not according to his thoughts, but to the incessant pulsing of his cock. His fingers that once caressed your face now trailed down your body, making you shiver as they made their way down, closer to your core. He delicately slid his middle finger between your folds, eliciting a choked moan from you below him. He couldn't stop a crooked smirk from forming on his face at your reaction, so needy for any touch from him, no matter how small. He could practically smell the desperation on your skin, like the evaporation from a pot of boiling water. It was invigorating; intoxicating. He liked how much you wanted him.
He ran his fingers through your folds again, only this time, he slipped his pointer finger in your core, curling as he slowly pumped in and out. You writhed underneath him, whimpering as his digit moved in and out of your cunt, his fingers now covered in your slick. Your hands shot to his shoulders as he worked, gripping him without regard, your brain getting lost to the feeling of his experienced fingers.
You whispered, voice cracking from pleasure. He hummed, reveling in your gratification from his hand, his aching cock throbbing from your obscene whines. He brought his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Tell me what you want, baby girl."
He taunted as he unexpectedly added another finger, stretching your wet pussy so sweetly as he thrusted faster. You gasped, fingers digging into the flesh of his broad shoulders, already feeling the cord in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter.
"I need- fuck Tyler- I need you."
You choked out, barely able to speak, your mind swirling. He tsked, unsatisfied with your answer. Selfishly, he wanted to hear you say it. He had been too good at keeping his composure for so long to not hear you say it. He pumped harder as you started to tremble around him, bucking into his hand.
"Oh God, fuck me, Tyler, please- fuck me."
His face dropped to yours, noses touching as he growled, slowing his fingers down to a stop. You sputtered as you tried to catch your breath, only to come out as strangled gasps. It was almost embarrassing how easily you came undone for him. Anything he did, no matter how small, how insignificant, would send you into a spiraling mess. His fingers slipped out of your warmth, glistening with your wetness. You whined as he brought his fingers up to his face, anxious to taste you. When he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking his digits clean from your slick, you could have come from the sheer sexual nature of it. Everything about him just screamed sex. His face, his hair, his fingers, his tattoos, everything. It was unfair how sexy he was. He groaned as he wrapped his fingers, now clean, around your throat, gently gripping the sensitive flesh.
He propped himself up on his elbows, gripping his hand around his cock. He hummed as he pumped himself a few times, spreading his precum around the thick of his member. You gaped at him, gulping at the thought of him thrusting in and out of you, growing slightly nervous due to the size. You knew he was big from the many pictures you had seen (he can't exactly hide it), but him being naked above you, in real time, there was no hiding the fact that it was going to be an adjustment, to say the least. You weren't a virgin, but you weren't exactly experienced either. You hoped he knew that. Your pussy clenched as he lined himself up to your aching core, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. You whined as he rubbed your clit with his head before starting to slide into you. Your folds enveloped around him as your core stretched to the girth of his tip. You bit your lip trying to hid your gasps as he continued to push into you. He moaned above you as you let out a whimper. Your hands laid flat on his chest, almost bracing for the continuous stretch of your core. When his tip was flush inside you, you couldn't hold it in any longer. Your fingers gripped the flesh of his chest as you gasped.
“Yes, you can, baby, you can take it. You can take it for me, can’t you?”
Tyler was whining, almost frantic at the feeling of you, dripping wet, enveloping his cock. He didn’t want to stop; he couldn’t stop. You had awakened something in him that had lain dormant for so long, something that made him feel so unrestrained, unable to control his wants and desires. No one had made him feel this good in a long time. He steadily kept pushing inside your tight pussy, going as slow as his body would allow, trying his best to help you adjust to his size. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and your moans turned into soft cries. He was just so big.
You looked into Tyler’s eyes, blown wide and face flustered. His eyebrows furrowed together as he continued to slowly thrust into you, getting closer and closer to the end of your cunt, to the sweet spot he could almost taste.
He cradled your face in his hand, stroking the swell of your cheek that had warm tears running down its path. You gripped his wrist, clutching onto anything within your reach as he thrusted deeper and deeper in you. Your breaths were shaky as you focused in on his eyes, dark and hazy. Your expression was unlike anything he had seen, twisting and turning with every stutter of his hips.
“There you go, baby.” He cooed, stroking your hair lined with sweat away from your forehead.
You bit your lip as he finally bottomed out, his pelvis flush against yours, your body feeling overwhelmed with sheer fullness. He stayed there for a while, buried to the hilt, relishing the feeling of your tight pussy gripped around him. When Tyler started to pull out slowly, you felt every ridge in his dick pass against your walls, making your head spin with pleasure. You breathed out a moan, louder than anticipated. Tyler pulled out all the way, his tip resting against your entrance, leaking and throbbing.
“You have to be quiet baby, can you do that?”
Your chest heaved as you nodded quickly. You knew you were lying; there was no way you could be quiet, but you would try. Tyler quirked his brow, seemingly reading your mind. His hand shifted from its position beside your head to your cheek, tracing the hollow of your cheekbone all the way down to the curve of your lips. His thumb traced over your bottom lip, parting it softly. A moan fanned against his thumb as your hips bucked towards the tip of his cock, your cunt already missing the fullness it had just gotten used to. His hips stuttered back as your folds enveloped the tip of his sensitive cock, a choked gasp falling from his lips. His demeanor shifted, once desperate and wanting, to something different; something darker. His thumb forcefully pushed past your lips, pinning your tongue down. Your lips closed around his thumb instinctively, watering from the slightly salty taste you craved. He could feel your moans vibrate through his thumb, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his bones.
“You will be quiet.” He whispered in your ear.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Tyler could see the little control you had slip away entirely, giving it all to him. Like clay, he could shape and mold you into anything he desired, and you would beg him for it. His hips suddenly thrust into yours, your pussy stretching from the sudden intrusion. You whimpered and whined against his thumb, drool starting to leak out of the corners of your mouth. He groaned above you; the feeling of both of your lips around him made his skin buzz. He thrusted again, unrelenting, burying himself to the hilt with every roll of his hips. Your hand shot to his wrist as he drove into you, gripping as if it anchored you to earth itself; and maybe it did. His pace quickened; the sound of skin on skin filled the small confines of the living room, each thrust hitting the spot that made your vision blurry. He steadily unraveled, feeling you clamp around him as the coil in your stomach tightened.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight-“
He strangled out, overwhelmed by you in every sense; your skin, your mouth, your noises. You choked out a moan, muffled by his thumb that still resided in your warm mouth. His eyes bore into yours, pleasure etched in his face. He snapped his eyes shut as his hips pistoned into you, harder and deeper than before.
He growled, sliding his thumb from out of your mouth, a string of saliva pulling away from your plump lips. You gasped; the cold air around you shocked the inside of your mouth, yearning for the feeling of his thumb again.
You moaned again, this time out loud. His head dropped to the crook of your neck, heavy breaths fanning over the delicate skin, making goosebumps erupt in its wake. Your whimpers filled the room as your hands raked over his back, fingernails digging into his flesh, undoubtedly leaving marks. His hips slammed into you at the feeling. A groan vibrated against your neck.
His voice came out strained; he was unravelling above you. You obliged, taking your fingernails and dragging them across the length of his back, harder this time. He couldn’t contain himself, your name reverberating off of the walls in the living room. His cock twitched inside you as he kept going, one thrust after another; he was getting close, but he’d be damned if he came before you. In one swift motion, he brought his fingers down to your clit, his thumb rubbing precise circles over the bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked up to his hand as you cried out his name.
“Jesus Tyler- I’m gonna- fuck-“
Your nails dug into the meat of his back as you clung on for dear life, trying to hold back; trying to delay the inevitability of your cord snapping. You were failing. The coil kept winding tighter and tighter, the thrust of Tyler’s hips with the mix of his skilled thumb making it nearly impossible to hold on to any semblance of control you once had. He knew you were close, the cocky bastard.
“C’mon baby girl, you can do it.”
His voice drove you closer and closer.
It felt as if the whole world came crashing down on you as your cunt sputtered around his cock, convulsing as you hurtled towards the precipice that had been building since the beginning of the night. Your back arched, pulling him flush against you as white-hot pleasure consumed your body, mouth hung open, curses falling from your tongue. Tyler jolted from the grip you had around his cock as you rode out your high, unrelentless as you spasmed around him. His thrusts slowed in pace before he quickly pulled out of your warmth and stroked his throbbing cock over you with his hand, shooting out white ropes across your stomach, reaching up to your chest. His body twitched as he milked out his orgasm, hissing as his cock grew sensitive to the touch. He let out a strangled breath before dropping on top of you, unbothered by the stickiness of his own seed spreading across his abdomen. His head was back in the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling at the sensitive skin, damp from sweat. You both lay there in comfortable silence as you gathered your composure, now sobered up from the wine you both had earlier. You slowly brought your fingers up to his back, tracing small pictures across his skin. He let out a sigh, muffled from his current position, and nuzzled deeper into your neck. Crimson red bloomed over your cheeks, spreading to where his face resided. You didn’t want this to end; you didn’t want to face whatever consequences were to come. You were afraid that if you moved, everything would go back to how it was. You and him, only having passing conversations, watching his children, then going home to your small apartment. No feelings, no strings. But you wanted feelings. You wanted him to crave you like he did tonight, to look for you in a room, to kiss you, to love you. Your heart clenched at the thought. You took a deep breath before your small voice broke the quietness of the room.
You paused, trying to gather the right words, afraid of how small your voice sounded from your hesitation. Tyler shifted at the sound of your voice, peeling his body away from yours, now hovering above you again, studying your face. He knew where this was headed. You squeezed your eyes shut and took another intake of air.
“I don’t know what you’re feeling right now..”
You opened your eyes, only to find him already looking at you. His chocolate eyes raked over your face as his tongue darted across his lips.
“And if you want this to be a one time thing, that’s fine… that’s okay.” You continued.
It wasn’t actually okay with you, and he knew that. You could see he knew that. His eyes, once dark and intense, were now soft and thoughtful, encouraging you to keep going.
His blank expression turned into one of admiration. He knew what a relationship with you would entail. He knew it would be confusing, he knew he’d receive backlash, but he didn’t care. He finally found someone that brought back the sparkle in his life, the real Tyler. Everything else didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was how you made him feel. Everything else faded to the wayside. A soft smile spread across his face as he brought his hand up to your cheek, gently running his thumb over the swell of your cheekbone.
His face dropped slowly, gaining dangerously close to yours, lips barely touching as he spoke again.
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