#tyler coe insert

"Hey baby, do you think you can bring me the stuff on the table near the door?"

  My boyfriend of almost a year, Tyler Coe, was my boss- something some people absolutely hate. They'd rather have their S/O work in separate areas or even in different companies. Well, the reason I was dating him was because of our close work environments.

I silently walked to the table filled with props and other various things that the shoot needed in order to fulfill the needed images that the story line had. 

Gripping the small bucket of feathers, I turned to Tyler and handed them to Chris, who was the actor that needed to be covered.

Chris asked, "how am I supposed to cover myself? Honey? Oil?"

Tyler asked me, "Can you help Chris? We have to start in less than five minutes and Mariel just went to the bathroom."

I shrugged, "I guess."  

Chris followed me to an area where there was enough space to start. He stripped his shirt off and helped me with the honey. The sticky substance smelled good, but I knew that he'd have to take a shower over we're done with the scene.

I complimented him, "With a nerd, you're pretty fit."

Chris complained, "Hey! Nerds can be buff too. Just look at Blaine."

I rolled my eyes and continued to place feathers on him until he was covered enough to look like a chicken. I didn't notice Tyler come over until he appeared in my peripheral vision, making me jump. The pair laughed and I rolled my eyes at them.

Tyler told us, "We're ready when you are."

I nodded my head, "I think we're ready."

Chris agreed, walking back to his spot on the set. I went to wash my hands to get rid of the honey on my hands, and tried to be as quick as possible. Whistling quietly to myself as I scrubbed my hands, a knock rang out throughout the small bathroom.

I yelled, "I'll be out in a minute, I'm just trying to get the honey off of my hands so I don't wreck any equipment."

The door opened to reveal my boyfriend, a small smile on his face.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Shouldn't you be at the set?"

He shook his head, "I was told to come get you."

I nodded my head and grabbed some paper towels to dry my hands. I checked my appearance in the mirror quickly to make sure nothing was out of place. Tyler just watched me, waiting for me to be done so we can finish the shoot and go home for the day.

Tyler grabbed my hand when we left the bathroom, squeezing it slightly in the process.

He asked, "You want to make dinner at home? I feel like staying in tonight babygirl."

The use of the nickname sent shivers down my spine. Mouth dry, I swallowed and nodded my head. He just smirked and let go of my hand.

"We'll have some fun tonight, I won't make it boring. Promise."

I blinked, trying to figure out what he had in mind when we got home. 

Obviously, he wanted to have sex tonight, but I could tell he wanted to switch it up and make it more fun.

With that, he left back to his spot. The shoot resumed and ended after a few shots. It was getting late and everyone was more than happy that it was done. 

After a few goodbyes, we were heading back home.

Along the drive home, my mind raced at the thought of not knowing what Tyler had in mind. I could feel my panties getting soaked at the idea of Tyler on top of me. Tyler even glanced my way a few times from the driver's seat to smirk at me.

Once the door closed, he was pressing me against the wood with a forceful kiss, careful not to press my back into the door handle. My hands went to his hair, playing with it and occasionally pulling softly on it. Moans were exchanged and eventually we had to pull apart. The playful Tyler that usually shows when we have sex changed into a new persona, one that has only shown a few times.

His deep voice commanded, "Get into bed, babygirl. You know how I like you."

I nodded my head, "Yes."

An eyebrow raised, challenging me, "Yes, what?"

"Yes daddy."

He smiled, "That's better, baby."

He followed me into our bedroom, eyes on my body. Once in the room, I stripped myself of my clothes, leaving on my underwear just how he likes it. I laid on the bed, legs propped up so my feet were on the bed. Tyler took off his shirt in the process, his well-built muscles on display for my wandering eyes to stare at.

He crawled on top of me, peppering me in kisses along my neck but also stopping a couple times to leave hickies. The tickling feeling of his soft lips brought moans to come out unexpectedly from the pleasure. His hands wandered along my body, landing on my breasts to pinch my sensitive nipples.

"Daddy.. please." I moaned.

He smirked, "What, princess? What do you want from Daddy?"

The lack of stimulation made me frustrated, "Touch me Daddy.. Please."

He faked thinking, "Well, I guess you should be pleasured, but the way you were touching Chris earlier made me jealous, babygirl. You never do that to me."  

I pouted, "It was a part of my job, Daddy. I'd do that if you asked."

He sighed, "Just because you look too cute pouting."

His fingers hooked around my panties, pulling them abruptly down. Once they were out of the way, his fingers caressed my folds, feeling the wetness that already accumulated. I moaned again at the pleasure he gave me. His thumb circled my clit, pressing hard to help induce my first orgasm of the night. One finger inserted itself in my opening, slowly moving but quickly speeding up to get me used to the size.

I arched my back at the amazing feeling, gripping the bedsheets from the intense pleasure. I could feel him insert another finger and he quickly got rougher with his strokes. I felt my orgasm come quickly and I knew that he knew that also.

He reminded me, "If you want to come, you better beg for it, princess."

I pleaded, "Please Daddy, I really want to come on your fingers."

"But why, babygirl?"

"You make me feel so good Daddy, and I promise that I'll make you feel good, too."

He agreed, speeding up until I felt myself let my high crash down on me. A moan escaped and I could help but close my eyes at the intense feeling. He pulled out of my sensitive hole and held his fingers in front of my face. I instantly took them into my mouth, licking and sucking the juice off of them. Satisfied, he got off of his place on the bed and started taking off his pants.

He told me, "If you want to make me feel good, you should start with sucking my dick, babygirl."

I nodded my head, getting off of the bed and kneeling in front of him. My hands went to strip him of his underwear and then to take his shaft into my hand. I gently started to jack him off, eventually adding me licking the bottom of his shaft since it's the most sensitive. The first moan from him echoed throughout the room, making me smile to myself.

Taking the head into my mouth, his hands gripped the back of my head and gently pushed him deeper into my mouth. I could feel myself start to gag on the length as I tried to smoothly try to give him a blowjob.

He moaned, "Oh babygirl, you feel so good when you're blowing me, but you have to work harder if you want to make me happy."

I took him deeper, earning a groan of pleasure. A minute or so later of doing it, he pulled out of my mouth, sensing that he was going to come soon if he didn't release himself from the blowjob. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he motioned for me to get onto the bed.

"Lay down, baby. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk in the morning."

I happily obliged, getting into a comfortable spot on the bed. He soon joined me, getting on top of me. He inserted himself and started to push down, letting me get adjusted to his length as soon as possible. When I gave him the clear, he instantly started to thrust, picking up speed with each thrust in the process. The feeling of pleasure grew as we both moaned loudly.

The bed shook from the force that Tyler thrusted into me with, but I was too happy to even care as long as the knot in my stomach kept growing. His hand roughly went to circle around my clit, added to the already high amount of pleasure. My hands went to his back, clawing line down his back. He groaned at the pain that mixed to the pleasure he felt.

"I'm gonna come, babygirl. You feel so good."

I moaned, "Oh Daddy, I think I'm going to, too. Please...let me come."

He breathily laughed, "Go for it, baby."

The shock of the feeling of coming felt incredible, like I was paralysed from the pleasure. I moaned as I started to come down from my high, feeling myself clench around Tyler. He moaned from the added pleasure, eventually coming in the condom as he tried to stabilize himself over me.

When he calmed down, he pulled out and laid next to me for a minute or so to relax. I turned to him, completely sexed out for the night. I admired him as he just closed his eyes and focused on maintaining his breathing.

I commented, "That was fun."

He laughed, an adorable smile on his face. He sat up and then cleaned himself up. Tyler even grabbed me one of his clean shirts and threw it my way. I caught it and put it on, not bothering to put on any underwear since it was Friday night and we probably would be having morning sex like usual on Saturday.

We both got tucked into bed, tired from working and then having sex. His arms wrapped around me and he placed a kiss on my temple lovingly to wish me goodnight.

He said, "Goodnight, Y/N."

I told him jokingly,"Night, Daddy."    

“Are you sure your parents think it will be weird if I come with you for Thanksgiving?”

“No Tyler, and quit asking me questions. Get ready, we’re leaving in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Ma’am. “

I laughed to myself at how worried my newly acquired boyfriend, Tyler, has been the past couple of days. I invited him over for dinner at my parents’ house since they’ve never met him, and this seemed like a great time to do it. Tyler and my father have the same love for sports, so they’d get along well. Plus he’s a good teammate for the family tradition of football, so I’m sure we’ll win this year.

I walked into my bedroom wearing a simple pair of jeans and long sleeved shirt, along with converse. Tyler was similar, except he actually tried to match his clothes. I kissed him and grabbed my stuff, ready to leave. He followed, gripping my hand in the process.

The car ride was mostly filled with weirdly singing along to the songs on the radio, and cracking jokes. When we neared the house, Tyler grew silent. I smiled and teasingly asked him what I knew the answer to.

“Are you nervous?”

He looked at me and nodded his head, a cute look on his face forming.

“What if I accidentally say something rude?”

I rolled my eyes, a reassuring look on my face.

“You’re going to be fine. You’re always a gentleman, and I love you for that. My mom is already in love with you, and I’m sure my dad will, too.”

He shook his head and got out of the car. I opened the door and started to get out, but he fully opened the door for me and walked with me hand in hand to the door. The door opened to my older brother, who nodded his head towards us.

“You lovebirds finally came. I was about to start eating but mom always makes us wait for everyone, even if the game is already on.”

We walked in and were greeted by my family. The TV was on, and my father sat in his usual recliner, going back to talking to my older brother about who knows what. Once I was in his line of eyesight, he stared at Tyler. I glanced at Tyler, who looked nervous to say or do something. I smiled and hugged my father.

“Dad, this is my boyfriend Tyler. Tyler meet my older brother, Y/B/N and my Dad.”

Tyler smiled and shook their hands, greeting them politely.

Y/B/N asked Tyler what he thinks about today’s lineup of the game, and the three quickly got into football. I smiled at them, happy they quickly became acquainted. My mother called for me to help finish making the food, so I left.  

“Food’s ready!”

I padded to the living room, seeing now four men and two little toddlers.  My oldest brother, who’s only a few years older than me, arrived sometime when I was in the kitchen and my sister in law came in to help.

“Auntie Y/N!”

I crouched down and hugged the little kids, a pair of twins that were both genders. I told them that they could get food, and they cheered, running to the kitchen. Since there was a break, the rest of them got food.

“How are you, babe?”

He smiled, “Happy now that you’re here.”

I smiled, rolling my eyes at his cheesiness. I grabbed his hands and led him to the kitchen so we can fill our plates with delicious foods.

The face that Tyler made when he saw the amount of meat and sides was amazing. His mouth opened in awe and I couldn’t help but laugh. I listed the food so he can know what is what. I grabbed a plate and grabbed my favorites.

We sat in the living room, watching the game and eating. I happily filled my stomach with the food. When the game was over, my father stood up from his recliner and went into the garage to grab our football. Tyler looked at me, a questioning look on his face. I smiled and explained that we were going to do our family tradition, football.

Y/B/N exclaimed, “I got Tyler!”

I pouted and exclaimed, “He’s my boyfriend, Y/B/N!”

Y/O/B/N laughed as he gripped my shoulder and told me, “We’re going to kick their asses, Y/N, even if Y/B/N is in football for UT.”

I nodded my head, a smile on my face. Tyler had a small smile on his face as he told me, “If I win, I’m totally going to brag to the crew.”

I rolled my eyes as we walked outside to the nicely trimmed lawn. My dad threw the ball to my direction, and I caught it. He sat down in a folding chair and watched. He was the referee if we argued about something.

“Don’t go easy, otherwise it’ll mean nothing.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

We got ready, with the two toddlers and my father watching. Luckily my mom wasn’t watching, otherwise we’d have to do two hand touch instead of tackle, and that is never fun. We determined who went first, and it looks like Tyler and Y/B/N got the ball first. The game started with Tyler hiking the ball.

The game was almost over, and we were currently losing by two points. The objective was to get to ten touchdowns, and I was at seven, while Tyler was at nine. Y/O/B/N and I currently had the ball, which is a relief. Y/O/B/N hiked the ball and I backed up, faked to throw it to Y/O/B/N, but ran to the edge of the lawn.

Tyler quickly caught up to me, making me laugh. I glanced back, and kept running.

“I’m going to get you, Y/N.”

“Never!”

I was so close, I could taste the victory that we’d be closer to get. But that small moment ended with Tyler grabbing me and spinning me around. I let out giggles.

“Got you. First down.”

I smiled at the cute boy in front of me, his laugh echoing throughout the area.  

“Hey, lovebirds! Let’s finish this game, I have places to be and I don’t want to watch you two makeout.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling my cheeks burn slightly. We resumed the game, and eventually finished it. Tyler and Y/B/N won, but by two points. I felt sad that I lost, but Tyler was happy.

“I’m sure Jack would love to hear that I played football with your brother, and won.”

I pulled out my phone to take a few selfies, a couple with Tyler and some with the whole family. I posted a picture of Tyler and I, me pouting and him with a huge grin, to Twitter. He posted one of us kissing to Twitter, and another with him and Y/B/N, saying that he was happy to finally meet him.

After short goodbyes, we left the house. In the car, I glanced at Tyler. He was absentmindedly staring out the window.

“Did you have fun?”

He looked at me, “Of course. Meeting your dad was kinda scary,though. I’m happy I know sports, otherwise he would probably hate me.”

I rolled my eyes, “He wouldn’t hate you. I’m glad you had fun, though, even if you beat me.”

Tyler kissed my cheek and grinned, “I love you.”

I laughed, “I love you too, cheater.”