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I give you, "My Toy Tyler," a Tyler x reader fanfic! Created so that you too, may imagine what it's like to fuck my friend in his ass. Please enjoy and leave a kudos if you think I should write more?
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Chapter 1: Tyler x Male reader
Class had just started for everyone. Well, everyone except for Tyler. He laid there in his bed, panting and gasping as he felt his heat cycle begin. The heat flushing in his cheeks and the slick swelling in his hole, all of it building up on the poor boy. You knocked on his door, as you were supposed to walk to class together.
"Tyler, are you in there?" you asked concerningly. After a minute of no response, you knock again.
"Tyler, come on, we're already late to class. Let's go!"
"Leave me alone y/n! Just go to class on your own!"
You were taken aback, not used to the aggressive tone in his voice. You've never walked to class on your own, always having Tyler following you around like the omega he is. You were about to walk away before a scent hit your nose. It's familiar and inviting, almost like it wants you to pounce. Taking a deep breath, you realize it's coming from under the door of your friend's dorm. Smirking, you knock once more on Tylers door.
"I'm serious Y/N, just go to class! I'm alright, trust. I'll see you later." He manages to whimper out. It's more than obvious now that your dear friend Tyler is going through heat, and forgot to take his heat suppressants. You put in the code to his door, much to his dismay.
"Nah, I think I want to skip class too today." you say tauntingly, trying to stop yourself from claiming his ass as soon as you walk in. The room is thick with his scent; wafting around you, digging into the deepest crevices of your brain. All you can think about as he hurls insults towards you, is how much he'd enjoy your cock inside him. You sit down in a chair adjacent from the sweaty mess, clenching the muscles in your jaw to avoid jumping in his bed and fucking the daylights out of him.
"So is there a reason you aren't going to class or did you just drink too much last night?"
Tyler doesnt know you're an Alpha, and you wanted to keep it that way. However, after a mere five minutes in the room with him, you're willing to drop it all just to hear what kind of moans he'd make.
"Yeah, yeah, asshole, can you just leave already? You're making the room smell weird."
You stand up, not being able to take the pressure building in your jaw, and your jeans. Walking over to where Tyler is laying in the bed, you gently caress the cartilage of his ear.
"And what if I don't? Are you gonna make me?" you manage to mutter out, smirking. Tyler snaps back, confused and bewildered by the way that small touch made his tip start leaking immediately.
"Dude what the fuck? What are you doing?" He laughs, but the submissive look in his eyes drives you over the edge.
"Just be a good boy and take what I give you."
In one movement you jumped on the bed, wrapping one hand around his throat while using the other to lift one of his legs up by the thigh. You hear him gasp as you tighten your grip on his neck, placing yourself perfectly in between his thighs. Sensually, you slowly glide your hand down his chest and to his other thigh. He couldn't escape even if he wanted to, you thought to yourself. You began leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his neck, starting from below his ear and ending where his collar bones start.
"Woah, Y/N, what are you doing?" you hear him pant, but it doesn't seem like he plans on stopping you. Taking this opportunity, you flipped him over and took off your belt, wrapping it around his wrists and effectively chaining him to the bedpost.
"I'm putting that tight little ass to use. I can smell your heat from the hallway, and I don't want any other Alphas trying to claim what's mine."
You take this moment to look him over. His messy brown hair, his soft, pale skin. You ran your hand over his back, leaving a faint mark as he arched into your nails. Making note of every blemish on his skin, you began to take off both of your clothes. Starting with your shirt and jeans, you tossed them to the side, to be found sometime later. You removed his boxers before your own, seeing the slick and pre-cum already coating the thin fabric.
"All this, just for me? You shouldn't have." you teased, before letting your boxers join the rest of the clothes on the floor. As if having already done this before, Tyler arched his back, letting his ass hang in the cold, autumn air. You chuckled a little, before sliding a singular finger inside. He let out a breathless moan, biting his lip at the satisfaction and relief he felt flooding through his veins. You bit your lip too, but only to stop yourself from thrusting two more inside.
You slowly moved in and out of him, letting the sound of his slick and moans fill the room. When you feel him loosen up a bit, you add another. After a few rounds of this, you managed to comfortably fit three to four fingers, about the size of your girth.
Tyler, now coated in sweat, his thighs were shaking from being edged. With slick running down the back of his thighs, you rub each cheak in a circular motion.
"Are you done being toyed with, Tyler?" you asked, lightly rubbing a finger over his pulsing hole.
"I can't, I can't take this anymore," he whined, "please just give me more."
You smirked, remembering how he so rudely called you an asshole.
"Well, you are what you eat I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"
Before he can process what you said, your tongue is already exploring his damp walls. The sound of his moans and your tongue moving inside of him fill the room.
"I've always wondered what slick tasted like."
You angle yourself directly at his hole, craving to feel his tight walls around your cock. Slowly rubbing your tip in circles around his tight hole, you think about all the things you can do to him. Pulling his cheek to the side, you slowly plunge yourself inside him.
"Ahh fuck, you're tighter than I thought." you exhale, taking a second to adjust. After a moment you slowly begin to thrust. The sound of his moans fill the room as you buck your hips in and out.
"God You feel so good, Tyler." You quicken your pace, holding his hips up as you pound in to him.
"Fuck Y/N, I didn't think I can do this." he manages to groan.
"Oh trust, you haven't felt nothing yet."
You pull his hips up higher, giving you a better angle for his g-spot. You begin to pound into him, feeling your thighs clapping against the back of his.
"Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum!" he exclaims, pushing against your cock to climax. You tighten your grip on his hips and slowly pulse in and out of him.
"Not so fast," you barked, (not literally) "you don't cum until I say you can, you got that pretty boy?"
He gives a weak moan in response, his ass still pressing into you desperately. You keep at a slow pace, speeding up every now and then to hear his sweet, sweet moans. You trail kisses down the side of his jaw before softly biting the nape of his neck, listening to the frantic moans spilled from his mouth. Unable to take the pressure any longer, you pound desperately into him.
"God, Tyler, you feel so good. I can't wait to know what it feels like when I cum inside you. Be a good boy and take it, alright?" you hissed, roughly thrusting in and out of his ass. You pull out of him with a satisfying pop before undoing his constraints and flipping him over.
"Come on pretty boy, let me hear those moans." You prop one of his legs on your shoulder and reinsert yourself, continuing to pound into his slick hole. You lean into him, pressing one hand into his hip while the other slips around his neck. Giving them both a light squeeze, looking him in the eyes.
"Since you've been a good boy, I'll let you cum while I knot inside you." you continue pounding into him, moving your hand from his hip to his shaft. Stroking it at the same pace as you thrust, you watch his eyes roll into the back of his head.
"That's it, be a good boy and enjoy the ride."
You pound into him a few more times before pushing your knot inside and letting your cum coat his walls. Still stroking, you feel his hot liquid spill out over your hand and onto his stomach.
After your combined climaxes, you both sit there for a moment panting, waiting for your knot to die down. You slowly pull out, enjoying the feeling of his damp walls one last time.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"
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That's the end! I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you want to read next?