(Well this smut turned a little more intense than I intended. Feel free to skip reading if you arent interested.)

Silently you began to hyperventilate. Eyes wide you avoided Tyler's gaze, which wasn't all that difficult as he was driving you home. You checked your phone again, just to make sure you read the text correctly. Yes, yes you had.

Mark, what the fuck is the matter with you...?

You couldn't dwell on that now. Definitely not now, not when you were supposed to still be on a date with someone you truly liked.

Not that you didn't like Mark, but it wasn't in the same way as how you liked Tyler. Not by a long shot.

He drove carefully in mostly silence, glancing at you once or twice and even reaching for your hand. You gripped it tightly, but not too much so; you didn't need him to be suspicious. The last thing you needed was for Tyler to be suspicious.

Parking in your driveway he hurried out of his car, opening the passenger door for you with his usual crooked grin. Trying to smile you allowed him to help you out and walk you to the door. "I'm sorry this didn't turn out quite the way you expected," the male commented gently, pulling you into a hug. "I'm hoping you'll give me another chance to do better."

He hadn't done anything wrong! You hugged him right back, squeezing. "Of course," you replied. He squeezed you as well, albeit not as tightly as you were doing. You didn't want to let go. Your mind was still stuck on Mark's strange text, and you pulled away to unlock your front door. Tyler began to walk back to his car but you turned and cleared your throat. "Aren't you coming in?"

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning back towards you with a blush across his face. It wasn't like this was a new thing to either of you, but his heart still raced around you.

Following you inside, Tyler hung up his jacket and stood by the doorway, looking like he was feeling altogether awkward as all hell.

You couldn't understand why. Hadn't you showered with him, for fuck's sake? Why was he nervous?

You had no idea how you made him feel.

"Tyler," you began, but gave up. You weren't sure what to say. You couldn't tell him the truth about what had happened in the car, no fucking way...

"Something on your mind?" he questioned you, walking closer.

With a sigh you shook your head, then nodded. "I... I don't know. I don't know if I should even tell you."

The taller male shrugged. "I won't judge."

That wasn't what concerned you. Swallowing hard, you pulled out your phone and showed him the text you had gotten from Mark earlier. Tyler's face went stony, staring at the simple text with a hardened expression. "See? I shouldn't have shown you," you muttered, taking your phone back.

"How did you reply?" he asked with a deadpan tone to his voice.

"I didn't. I was too scared."

"Scared of what? Do you have any idea how many girls would kill to get a text from Mark saying he loves them?" Tyler's voice had an accusatory edge that made you worry. Was he angry at you or at his best friend?

"Tyler, I'm scared of exactly how you're acting! I... I shouldn't have shown you," you repeated, wincing.

Instead of replying, your shoulders were taken into his hands, pulling you in for a kiss that made your heart skip a few beats. He panted slightly through his nose as he kissed you, wanting to pull you closer still. Finally he broke it off, looking away with a darkened expression. "I don't give a fuck if he tells you he loves you. I won't... I won't go down without a fight."

You sighed. "Tyler, you have no competition. I don't know what's gotten into Mark, but he's not your competition. No one is."

Kissing you again just as hard, you were pulled against his body, his hands delving into your hair and tilting your head for better access. The two of you stood in your hallway, just kissing for a long time before you had to pull away to catch your breath. There was a feeling like fire somewhere deep, deep down inside of you.

Did you love Tyler? It was quite possible. You obviously liked him, but you didn't know to what extent. Taking his hand you gently pulled him towards your bedroom. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice on the verge of shaking.

"Making Mark pay for what he said, and showing you that he's not a threat."

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Your arms were pinned to the bed, his grip firm but not tight. Just enough so you couldn't escape.

Not that you wanted to.

He sucked eagerly at your tongue, making you whine as he dominated the kiss. You let him in willingly enough; what more could you want? "T-Tyler," you murmured, turning a fiery shade of pink.

Slowly he removed his tie before grinning, holding it. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Mind what?"

He tied your hands above your head with his tie, slowly leaving a trail of kisses from your cheeks to your lips, then down your neck to your collarbone. There he paused, sucking at the skin as his hands began to unbutton his shirt, removing and tossing it to the side.

Swallowing hard your face burned. This wasn't the first time, but it certainly felt like it. His large hands wandered slowly down your sides, feeling your curves before his fingers slid up your blouse, stopping there as a precaution.

You scoffed. "Why'd you stop?"

"Just in case you changed your mind," Tyler replied with a soft smile.

"You tied my hands together; I'm in no position to say no," you laughed a little.

"Just say the word if you want me to stop," he spoke quietly, hands trailing behind your back and unclasping the clothing there. Then he frowned. "Shit, how am I gonna get your shirt off with your hands tied?"

You only laughed harder. "Go and get a pair of scissors. Cut it off of me," you answered, breathless. He all but ran out of the room, returning with the scissors and straddling you again. The taller male took his time cutting open your blouse, even cutting off your bra as well. How else would he gain access?

Not that you minded, despite your reddened face.

His mouth returned to your neck, leaving a thin trail of saliva as his tongue traced downward. He sucked gently at one breast, massaging the other in his hand, tongue swirling the hardening bud in his mouth. After a minute or so he gave the second the same treatment, slowly blowing cold air over both and making you squirm a little. The fire-like heat was only getting worse, and you glared intensely. "You're a fucking tease, Tyler," you groaned.

He only chuckled. "It's working, isn't it?"

It was, but that wasn't the point. Your heart began to race as his hands took your thighs, slowly pulling them apart. He frowned, eyeing the cuts made only a few nights ago. "I should have stopped him," Tyler muttered, more to himself than to you.

"Tyler, I don't think anyone can really stop him. Now shut up and touch me," you spat, turning a darker shade of red as you spoke.

Eyebrows raised, the male's hands slid up your thighs, pulling them apart wider. He stroked you slowly beneath your skirt, smirking. "Should I cut this off too?"

Stomach jumping, you nodded. Something began to ache inside upon seeing the scissors go through the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely exposed. You might have showered with him before, but this sensation still felt like new.

In the back of your mind your thoughts turned to Mark's text again, and you felt yourself getting angry.

To hell with what you fucking said, Mark. Fuck you.

Tyler resumed stroking you, his fingers sliding easily across your skin, as soaked as it was. He circled your clit, then trailed his fingers down to trace around your entrance, pushing inside slowly. "Tell me to stop," he whispered. "Please."

"Wh-why?" you asked, your entire body shaking. You needed more, you needed the fiery sensation to explode. A knot had begun to form in your stomach, and it demanded attention.

"Because I'm scared I can't stop," he reasoned, pumping you with his finger. He added a second, working you over as slowly as he could manage.

"Then don't fucking stop," you demanded. You lifted one leg, resting it on one of his broad shoulders, giving him a better view of you.

God damn it, how could he hold himself back now? Tyler moved upwards again, kissing you deeply, hand still working you with his thumb pressed firmly to your more sensitive spot. Vaguely you recalled Dark having done the same, but now was much more different. You needed what Tyler was doing to you.

His hand began to pick up speed, sliding easily, pushing down against your clit which had begun to throb. The sounds coming from your throat were muffled by his kiss, but they were nonetheless encouraging. Hand working harder, he at last removed his fingers, stroking the aching spot furiously. "Come on," he whispered, watching you squirming.

"Fffff-fuck, T-Tyler...!" you started to cry. The fire pit in your belly was worse than ever, and you found your hips trying to move against his hand even more, wanting the friction he was giving you.

Just as you were on the edge, just before the fire exploded, Tyler pulled his hand away with a grin. The son of a bitch! You cried out in frustration, trying to kick at him a little. "Tyler, what the fuck?!"

He had been stroking himself with his free hand the entire time, watching you writhe at his touch. "Because I can't fucking stop," he breathed harshly.

He pushed in without a warning, making you squirm and cry out in pain. There he waited, deep inside you, wanting the pain to subside before he could begin to move. Rubbing your thighs he pressed a kiss to one, raising both of them up onto his shoulders. You panted raggedly, eyes squeezed shut until at last the searing pain started to fade. "F-fuck me," you demanded. It sent another shock down your core, speaking like that, and you realized that you needed Tyler. Bad.

With a smirk he gladly obliged, thrusting with abandon, pulling your hips into his speed. Each movement struck something deep inside, making you whimper for more. Only when he started stroking you again did your jaw fall open, crying for him.

He couldn't last for very long after that, but he pushed deeper into you still, wanting to give you a reason to scream.

And scream you did, as the knot inside burst. Tyler stroked harder, forcing the orgasm and exploding himself deep inside, panting as he made you ride out your climax.

Pressing a kiss to your throat as you at last stopped crying out, he grinned against your skin. "How did I do?" he teased.

"Hh-haaahh..." was all you could manage.