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You’ve known the infamous Tyler Joseph since high school, the 10th grade to be exact. You two were inseparable from the day he moved in next door, you’ve watched him grow from a shy wallflower to a confident and free spirit. You’ve seen every show he’s ever played and each time the crowd only seemed to get bigger. You’ve seen how he went from playing in the living room of one of your friend’s houses to selling out Madison Square Garden.
You were more than honored to be a part of the whole journey, he wanted to take on the world but only if he had you by his side. The Bandito tour has been a whole new experience, a new era, a new concept, and most importantly new people.
Tyler sits beside you on the couch, phone in hand. You know how he loves to watch his fans, always loves to hear their theories and their opinions. You thought it was quite humorous. If he can be nosy then why can’t you?
You smile as you lean in close to him. “What’re they sayin’?” you ask as you lean over his shoulder to peak at his screen. He chuckles and pans his phone from our sight. “What?” he asks with another chuckle as if he had no clue what you were talking about.
“C’mon, Ty. I’m not clueless, I know what you’re doing.” he rolls his eyes playfully and shows you his screen. “They’re talking about chlorine…mostly Ned, they think he’s ugly.” he says with a fake yet dramatic pout, he looks up with a rather offended look. “Some are even saying they hate him, now, can you believe that (Y/n)?” he asks before looking back to his phone. You laugh at his reaction and join him in his stalking session.
A loud hissing sound erupts from the front of the bus that tears your attention from Tyler’s phone, your eyes meet with Tyler’s and you both share a look of confusion and concern. “Is everything okay up there?” Tyler asks, Mark turns around from the drivers seat and curses quietly. “Something tells me that’s not a good sign.” you say.
The bus comes to a complete stop on the side of the road, Mark stands up and walks outside. Tyler looks back to you and groans, “I swear to god if he comes back and tells me that the bus is screwed, I’m going to scream.” Tyler mutters with closed eyes. You chuckle but cross your fingers that this isn’t the issue. “Mark’s smart, he’ll fix it.” you try to reassure, Tyler can hear the uncertainty in your voice but nods anyways.
It doesn’t take long before Mark comes back with a stressed expression, Tyler groans louder this time. “Mark, are we stuck?!” he whines, Mark shrugs. “Did all I could, the transmission is toast. We’re gonna have to have it towed to a shop or something.” he explains. You and Tyler roll your eyes in unison before standing up, you look at the windows beginning to fog up. “It’s too cold to sleep here tonight, Ty.” you say.
Tyler nods before walking to Josh’s bunk and opening the curtain, Josh’s eyes scrunch open to the light of Tyler’s flashlight on his phone. “Joshie, get up. The bus is screwed so we need to go to a motel or something, It’s too cold to sleep here without heat.” he says, Josh sighs and flops his head back on the pillow. “Seriously? How many times is this going to happen?” he groans as he forces himself out of bed. He shivers as he pulls a shirt over his head and slips on a pair of shoes.
“I’ll call a taxi or something, there is no way in hell we’re walking there.” you say as you grab your phone from your bunk.
The clock beside the bed reads 2:48 AM, Tyler tosses his coat off before flopping down on the bed. He sighs as his body relaxes into the sheets. The motel only had two room available and Tyler took it upon himself to share his with you after a long disagreement from Mark, you laughed when Mark began complaining about how Josh rolls around too much in his sleep and how he’d end up on the floor from scooching over so much.
You loved how possessive Tyler could be even though you were never more than friends, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want more. You sit down beside Tyler on the bed and sigh, he looks up at you with those soft, hazelnut brown eyes and he hums. “It’s just about three AM and I’m not even tired.” you say, he scoffs and sit up. “Ditto, I don’t think I ever get tired anymore.” he laughs.
You both sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before your ears perk up and an idea pops into your head. “You know what people do in motels?” you ask with a bright smile. He looks to you and tilts his head to the side, he’s so cute when he’s curious. “They watch low quality porn on T.V.” you laugh as you reach for the remote. Tyler shakes his head and laughs, “No, (Y/n). We’re not doing that!” his cheeks are flustered and his laugh is nervously shaking.
You turn back his way and roll your eyes. “You nervous?” you intimidate. He immediately scoffs and shakes his head. “No.”
“Then what’s the problem? You jealous that his size will be bigger than yours?” he scoffs once more, “Trust me, he’d be more jealous of me.” he says, your throat runs dry at the thought but you shrug it off.
You look at the paper beside you taped on the drawer and surf throughs the channels, you feel Tyler tense beside you as the channel switches from Jimmy Fallon to a naked woman laying back on a bed. You set the remote down and find your seat next to Tyler once more. The set seems to be in a beach house, very clean and had a very nice scenery. The buff man above her kisses her sun kissed neck and makes his way down her slim body before finally positioning between her legs, her hands wrap in his floppy blonde hair and her overexaggerated moans blare from the speaker.
Tyler laughs from beside you, you giggle and turn your attention to him. “What’s so funny?” you ask, he puts his hand up at the T.V and continues laughing. “She’s moaning as if it’s the best head she’s ever gotten but he isn’t even doing it right. He’s literally licking and sucking everywhere but where he needs to be, there’s no way she’s getting the slightest bit of pleasure from this.” he complains whilst laughing. You cross your arms and hum with a smirk.
“And how would you know that?” you ask, he looks to you with a plain expression. “Because I’ve seen good porn. I think it’s rather pathetic that I know how to eat a girl out better than the so-called professional.” he says with an irritated tone of voice, you nod slightly. “You think you’re better than a porn star?” you ask with disbelief, he drops his hand back onto the bed and scoffs. “Yes, in fact I know that I’m better than a porn star.”
“Prove it.”
You didn’t even realize those words left your lips until you saw his surprised reaction, your hand quickly covers your mouth and you look at the floor. “I-I didn’t mean that, I’m just…” your hands scurry for the remote and you quickly shut off the T.V. “This was a stupid idea, I’m sorry.” you mumble, you notice Tyler’s silence and look up to his face that now went back to calm and collected.
“I’m not uncomfortable if that’s what you think. Just a little taken back is all. If you’re serious, I’ll gladly prove it to you.” he says with such a smooth tone. His blush is more furious than the last time you checked.
Tyler places his hand on yours and you feel your heart skip. “Seriously?” you ask.
“Seriously.”
He slowly leans forward, you can barely grasp onto reality but you couldn’t care less if this were a dream or not. You lean in and meet his soft, raspberry pink lips halfway. God, do his lips feel like heaven.
He moves his lips so skillfully along yours, when his tongue swipes over your lips asking for entrance, you gladly allow him in. You both fight for dominance but he quickly takes you over.
His hand move from your arms to find your hips, he slowly positions himself between you legs and lets his hands feel up your body, slowly and steadily as if his fingertips are trying to learn what every inch of your body feels like to store in his mind and memory for as long as he lives.
He pulls away from the kiss to look into your luster-blown eyes and he smirks, “You feeling okay, princess?” he asks, his voice sounding as rough as gravel. You bite your chapped lips and nod confidently. His lips meet with your jawline and make their way down to your neck, you can feel him sucking love bruises onto your skin and you can’t help gasp under his touch. His hands crawl up your shirt and his fingers knead your breast with desperation.
He pulls away once more and he sits back on his feet, his hands drop down to the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get this offa you, baby girl.” he growls.
You can feel a pool forming between your legs as he gives you another pet name. You nod and hastily pull your top off, his face washes over with astonishment. “Oh, my god. You’re so beautiful, (Y/n).” he mutters as you sit up, your fingers fiddle with your bra and you quickly discard it to the floor. Tyler is quick to wrap his mouth around your nipple and lick around the bud, your hand wraps in his soft locks of hair. You can feel him smirk around you.
His hand trails down to the button of your pants and he pulls away to look at you, “You sure that you want this? I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” he says with concern, you smile and nod. “I want this.” you reassure. He nods before unbuttoning your jeans and peeling them off of your legs, his breathing becomes heavy when he’s greeted with your black lacey underwear.
“You’re perfect, (Y/n).” he compliments before running his hand over your clothed heat, the friction of his fingers is enough to make your eyes roll back. He chuckles at your reaction and leans down to press a kiss to your thigh. “Tyler, p-please.” you beg, he looks up to you before smacking your thigh. You yelp at the sudden action. “No begging, princess. That ain’t gonna fly here, I make the rules. What I say goes, you got that?” he says with the same roughly stern voice. I nod in response.
He marks your thighs up with hickeys and claims you as his territory. He sits up onto his knees and pulls his shirt off, you admire the way his tattoos decorate his tanned chest. He’s perfect in everyway, he smirks under you gaze before leaning back down over you.
His fingers wrap in the hem of your underwear and he slowly pulls his from your hips, you blush as he spreads your legs and admires the sight. “God, you’re so wet for me. I haven’t even touched you yet, kitten.” he groans as he runs his finger between your folds, the lightest touch makes your breath hitch in your chest. He smiles at the effect he has on you.
You close your eyes and lie back as he holds your hips in place and flattens his tongue over your heat, you gasp and arch off of the bed at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue licking up your juices. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as his tongue works wonders, he moans around your clit and the vibrations from his rough voice send shivers up your spine. “O-Oh, my god, Ty! Don’t stop, s-so good!” you moan as he begins to place rapid kitten licks your clit.
The way his tongue works wonder on you and eye contact he so desperately wants to keep makes you want to burst right then and there, he pulls away and makes sure to lick up every last drop from his lips. “What are-” you try to ask before he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into a rough kiss, you moan at the taste you still lingering on his tongue.
“You taste like heaven, princess.” he says once he pulls away. His hands fumble to unbutton his own jeans, you laugh as you help him pull his skinny jeans off. You let him roll over on his back as you both laugh as you struggle to pull them from his legs.
Once he’s released, he’d quick to tug his boxers off and spring himself free. Your jaw drops at his impressive size, he wasn’t kidding about the jealousy joke. He was much bigger than the porn star, hell, he was bigger than any porn star you’ve seen.
He smirks at your reaction, his hand wraps around it before twisting his wrist. “What’s wrong, too big for you?” he asks. You crawl up to him and push him back against the pillows, your lips attack his hungerly. His hands grip your ass and he gives you a tight squeeze. “Not at all, daddy.” you respond, he groans in response.
Tyler brings his hands to your waist to help guide himself into you. You gasp as he fills you up, he pulls one hand away to cover his mouth as he lets out a moan. More needy than you expected.
“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good, baby.” he moans as he you begin to bounce your hips off of his lap, you were surprised by his profanity. Tyler never was one to swear, he often picked at you for doing it so much. You set a slow pace as you run your hands over his chest, “who’s making the rules, now?” you ask with a cocky tone, he scoffs as his fingertips dig into your hips. “I’m just-aah…letting you ha-ave your fun.” he tries to speak through his moans.
He lets you tease him with your slow movements for a couple minutes and within a swift moment his hands pull you off of his cock and he rolls you over onto your stomach, he barely had time to grasp what was happening before he reenters you from behind. You steady yourself on your hands and knees as you cover your mouth with your hand.
You arch your back and let out a cry of pleasure, his hands hold your hips steady as he sets a quicker and much rougher pace. His hips piston quicker with each thrust, the sound of skin-on-skin and moans fill the room. Tyler bites his tongue as he feels your walls clench around him, his hand slaps your ass as he lets out another loud and whiny moan.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl. So tight and wet for me.” he groans in your ear, you bite your lip as you feel the familiar burning sensation tingling in your gut and you let out a whine. “Ty, I-I’m so close.” you cry as his thrusts begin to get rougher. “M-Me too, baby. I want you to come for me, wanna see you fall apart.” he hisses as he brings his hand down to rub circles over your throbbing clit.
Your back arches once more before letting go, your thighs shake as your climax takes over. Tyler keeps his pace as he works you through your orgasm, “Think you can take a bit longer? I’m almost there, baby girl.” he mumbles as his thrusts become sloppier. You whine with a nod, he gasps as he grips your hips harder and directs them back into his thrusts.
Tyler pulls out and finishes over your back with a rather pornographic moan, once he spills his last drop he sits back on his feet again as he regains his breath. Your knees shakily let you down flat on your stomach and you take a deep breath, Tyler quickly stands up and grabs a tissue to clean you up.
He apologizes for the mess with a shy giggle. He finishes cleaning up every spot then he flops himself beside you and stares up at the ceiling. “Fuck…” he mutters, you chuckle and repeat his exact words. “(Y/n)?”
“Yeah, Ty?”
“If you ever want to watch amateur porn again, please invite me over.”