White Boy Wednesday. (Hansumfella: Tyler x Reader) Oneshots!

Oversized Tee. (%)

tumblr request: tyler fucking you in one of his shirts ☺️

a/n: posts may start slowing down when school starts 💔
not proofread.

warnings: smut, but nothing crazy

word count: 0.9k

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Tyler couldn't stop staring at you no matter how hard he tried. and speaking of hard... you were laying in the background of his stream. you were wearing one of his t-shirts, which was pretty oversized on you. underneath, you were wearing nothing but his boxers.

as much as he wanted to end his stream right then and there and fuck you senseless, he at least needed to finish that round of Dress to Impress. he had only been on stream for about 45 minutes, but it wasn't hard to say something came up. he stared at you in rather corner of his eye.

you laid on your side, scrolling through your phone. Tyler drooled over the way his shirt accentuated the curve of your hips. it truly hugged you in all of the right places with the way you were laying. he could see the imprint of your hard nipples through his shirt and couldn't get his mind off of how it was just his boxers underneath.

the growing bulge in his pants made it hard to wait through the voting stage of the game. he didn't care if he won, he just wanted it to be over. he laid back in his chair, "i got this shit in the bag," he added nonchalantly.

he ended up in 3rd place, which the whole chat cheered about. he made up some lie about how he had 'twitch streamer business' he needed to attend to. him ending stream early caught you attention. you looked up from your phone to see him waving goodbye to all of his viewers before officially ending the stream.

"why'd you end the stream early, babe?" you sat up and set your phone down.

he pulled you close, looking back to double check and make sure the stream had actually been shut off. "you're just so fucking irresistible. he tucked his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sent and kissing your neck softly. his curly hair tickled your neck. you giggled and wrapped your arms around him.

"let's go to my room, baby." he muttered in between kisses. you agreed and followed him down the hall to his room, gripping his hand tight. you couldn't help but giggle as you felt your excitement pool in your panties.

he slammed the bedroom door behind you. his lips were on yours again, moving against yours at a desperate pace. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible into your body. you felt his bulge pressed into you, hard as a rock and begging for release.

his hands found their way up your shirt. he rolled your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb, making you whimper into his mouth. you began to tug at your shirt, starting to take it off before Tyler stopped you. "no. leave it on."

you complied, letting go of your shirt and working at his. he only pulled away from you for a moment, ripping his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room. his lips met yours again as he teased the hem of the boxers you were wearing. his hand slipped under the boxers, teasing your clit with his thumb. he swallowed your needy moans.

his tongue danced with yours as he ran his finger through your folds, collecting your slick. you clawed at his chest, leaving crescent shaped marks on his pecks. he licked his fingers clean before bringing you over to the bed. he pushed you down and crawled on top of you. he peppered kisses across your face, down your jawline, neck, and collarbone. he left light marks on you, making you his. he tugged the boxers off of you and threw them with his shirt.

"you're gorgeous." Tyler muttered against your skin.

you made quick work with his pants, pushing them down around his ankles. he gripped the collar of your shirt and pulled you up towards him, pressing his lips on yours once more. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he aligned his tip with your entrance. he bit down on your lip as he thrusted inside of you.

before you knew it, your back met the bed. Tyler gripped your shirt, using it for stability as he drilled into you. you moaned, a low, needy noise. he grunted as the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

he leaned down, placing sweet kisses on your lips. "you look so flicking good in my clothes, it's unbearable."

he balled the fabric up in his fist tighter. curses and whimpers rolled off of your tongue as he continuously pounded your g-spot. his pace was quick and unforgiving, making you scream his name. you felt that familiar coil in your stomach begin to tighten.

"ty, i'm close." you managed to choke out. he kissed your cheek.

he was sweaty and his curls were sticking to his forehead. you ran your hand over his cheek. his thrusts became sloppy as he felt his climax approaching as well. with one final thrust, he shoots his seed deep inside of you.

he crashed down onto the bed next to you. "you should wear my clothes more often."