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to his friends | luh tyler *

main character: female: laya brett

celebrity: luh tyler; real name tyler meeks

fluff + smut 

a/n: yall js pretend he's a lil older in this imagine... pretend u and him got a house tg🤗

Sometimes Ty's friends really get to me.

I don't even know what I am to them- I think maybe cause this nigga's been with so many fast girls before me, they think I'm something like them. To his friends, I'm like... Tyler's side piece? His side hoe? 

I swear I wish they took me seriously- This girl never invited to shit. No hangouts, no club dates, no parties wit them... nothing. Ty reassures me they're just being bitchy because they're not comfortable around me or used to me yet, but they gotta accept it. I plan on keeping Ty- this big bitch not leaving anytime soon. 

time skip

'Yooo,' I hear my man's raspy voice and the opening of a door.

'Baby?' I yell in return. A few rustles as he takes off his jacket and sets something down, then the sound of him walking down the hallway.

'Hey, ma.' He pushes open the door, and I smile. His eyes, his cologne, his presence, everything. I missed him so bad. He's still in his tracksuit that he wore to the studio- a gray two-piece that fits him perfectly. His chain glints, and so do his bottom-row gold grills. 

'Come hereee,' I coo, and open my arms. He folds and smiles like a baby, falling onto the bed next to me. He lies with me for a hot minute, not moving and just holding me.

'I missed youuu.'

'I did too, boy. Now gon' get up and change out of them dirty clothes. Take a shower, too.' He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. 'That's gonna take so longgg.'

He leaves and I open my Instagram. Just posted, like, 20 minutes ago, by one of Ty's friends, is a group flick of Ty, 4 of his friends, and 4 of his friends' girlfriends. And I wasn't invited. I didn't hear a single word about anything, either. 

Damn, his friends get to me. Fuck Trey and his stupid ass girlfriend. I look closer at Ty's good friend, Trey, beaming at the camera with an arm wrapped around his bitchy girlfriend.

How is she invited and not me? She's stupid as fuck; her vocabulary is limited to a couple curse words.

Is it so hard to tolerate me? I wouldn't even say nothing, if they didn't want me. I'd at least like to be invited- I could stand silent in a corner if I had to. Just the invite would matter to me.

I refuse to cry over this bullshit- I'm just mad. Or frustrated. Or both. I don't even know. I hate his dumbass friends.

'I'm clean, Ma.' Ty opens the door with his hair still wet, in just pajama pants. I can see his v-line and his freshly shaved jaw. He dives into the sheets with me again, snaking his arms around me and laying his head by mine, on the pillow. 'You had a good day while I was out?'

'Yeah. You went out with some friends today?' He looks up at me, and I deny him eye contact.

 'Yeah,' he says slowly. 'I- forgot to- tell you about it.' He speaks carefully to me, and I can still feel him looking at me.

'I wasn't invited.' I state the obvious, and his grip around me tightens a little. 'Shit, I'm sorry, baby. They ain' mention you, and it was wayy too late for me to pick you up when they told me what we was doing. I didn't wanna bring it up to you, in case you felt bad about it. And then Trey, that nigga said he texted you and you didn't reply. Fuckin' liar. I'm so sorry, ma. Next time, fasho you coming with me.'

'Well. I did feel bad about it. A little.' I quirk a smile at him. He breathes out, probably relieved I didn't lose my shit or start crying. 

'I'm sorryyyy,' he drags out, adjusting himself so he can pepper my face with kisses. I giggle and grab his face, kissing him more passionately. And just like that, we're making out slowly.

Until I shift a little, and my thigh brushes against a part of him. He groans a little into the kiss, and I pause, looking at him. He's breathing heavily, looking at me through his lashes, his mouth slightly parted. 

'Please?'

I grin and pull him on top of me. He kisses down my neck, then pulls off my shirt, biting his lip at the sight of me in just my bra and a pair of his boxers. 

'Fuck, ma. You're so beautiful.' I flush, looking away, and he takes the opportunity to kiss my cheek. I pull at the waistband of his pajama pants, and he takes the hint. 'Pull them down for me, mamas. I wanna see you want me.'

'You're too much, bruh,' I laugh and pull his pajama pants down.

He grins and leans down, kissing down my breasts and stomach. I moan quietly at the shiver in my core when he kisses right above my pink, lacy underwear. 

'Let's get these off,' he smiles at me charmingly, so charmingly I almost don't feel him pulling my thong off. I feel the cold air on my clenching wetness as he spreads my thighs open. 

'What a pretty pussy, baby,' he admires me, his eyes glinting. 

He licks a slow stripe up my cunt and plants a kiss on my clit. I shiver, arching my back slightly as he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around my sensitive spot. He pauses only to tell me to 'let my moans out'.

He moves his hand to my pussy, slowly inserting a finger into my wet slit. I moan and try to move deeper onto his middle finger, but he stops me and pulls it out. I whine in complaint, and he sucks my arousal off his finger, smiling at me. 

'Please, give it to me.' I moan, clenching. 

'Beg for it, ma.' He grins evilly.

'Fuck. Please, Tyler. I need you; I need your fingers. I need you in me. I wanna feel you, please, I'm desperate- Mmm.' My eyes roll back and I choke on my words as I'm cut off by Ty roughly shoving three fingers into me. He's roughly finger fucking me now; using one hand to thrust into me and one to play with my clit. 

'Fuckk,' I squeal, shutting my eyes tightly and opening my mouth. I'm moaning and pleasure is spreading through my body. 

'Oh, Ty, Tyler, fuck, too much-' My eyes roll back. I feel so good; he makes me feel so good. 'Shit, I'm gonna cum, please, please, too much..'

'Cum on my fingers, baby,' he groans and attaches his mouth to my dripping pussy, still roughly thrusting into me with his fingers and playing with my clit. He finger fucks me through my orgasm, as my back arches and I tremble, clenching. I moan his name as he laps up my juices. 

I expect him to slowly pull his fingers out of me after I finish, but he keeps pumping them into me. The pleasure doesn't stop, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. 

'Baby? Please?' I want something else. Something thicker and longer.

'You sure?' he asks. I look down and see a large print and a wet spot of precum on his boxers. I giggle, and he grins, looking away. 'That's what you do to me, baby.'

I pull his boxers down and his manhood immediately hits his lower abs. 'Fuck,' he groans at the freeing of his dick.

'You got bigger,' I breathe gently on his tip, so he feels the air on his sensitive spot. He squirms, and his cock twitches in my hand. 

'Please, ma,' he mumbles. I get to work- pumping up and down. He's thick and girthy, and a good 8 inches. He's not clean-shaven, just the way I like it. His hair is curly and light brown, and I find it so ridiculously attractive.

His juice leaks from his tip, and he's even harder than before- if possible. His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth is open a little, so I can see his gold grills. I clench around air, still feeling wet. I jack him off a few more times, rubbing his dick up and down my cheek. He throbs and twitches as his breathing becomes irregular. I know he's about to cum, so I stop. 

'Put it in me?' I breathe.

a/n: cliffhanger 😆 but ik yall nasties got imaginations