Tyler Owens One Shots

I Love You

A/N: Hiya, it's the author here! I'm so so SO sorry for taking so long with this one, we were insanely busy and also procrastinating doing this one, as I have never written smut before. Please give feedback on this one so we can correct our mistakes. Thank you!

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Rating: MDNI, 18+

Warnings: Smut, Oral (m receiving), pre-established relationship, subby lil' boy, Tyler doesn't sleep, mention of the word balls, cursing, saying I love you

Y/N's POV

I stirred in my sleep and reached over to wrap my arm around where Tyler should've been but was met with the cold sheets. I huffed in annoyance when I realized he had broken his promise. He said he would actually sleep tonight and not stay up watching for tornados. I sat up in bed and heard the sound of his country music playing at a low volume in the living room. My lips pressed into a thin line as I got up from the bed, I've had enough of him losing sleep over this. I reached for the door handle when I heard the sound of him singing along to the song under his breath.

I leaned against the doorframe and listened for a moment. I almost forgot what I was there for, but I snapped back into reality. I cracked open the door wider and saw him sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap. I cautiously walked closer so as to not scare him. "Tyler?" I said quietly. He looked up at me with a soft smile which quickly turned into a guilty look.

"I didn't wake you, did i?" My lips pressed into a tight line in disappointment. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Was my music too loud, I knew I shouldn't have played it, I'm so sorry" He began frantically apologizing for things he shouldn't be apologizing for.

"It wasn't you; it was the lack of you. You said you would sleep tonight." His eyes widened as he remembered what he had promised.

"But what if we miss an amazing storm? I need to be here to make sure we don't-" I put a finger on his lips to shut him up.

"And you will end up missing it if you keep staying up like this" I took the laptop out of his hands and placed it on the coffee table next to him. "You're going to ruin that little brain of yours if you don't go to sleep." I tapped his forehead to try to exaggerate my point. "Even the best storm chasers get rest, love." His eyes softened a bit as I moved my hand over the prominent features on his face.

I knew that if I asked him to come back to bed with me, he would still decline because he "isn't tired" so I had to take matters into my own hands. I stepped closer to him, and he looked up at me from his place on the couch. He placed his hands on my hips and mine found their place on his shoulders. He pulled me closer to him until I straddled his hips. His lips found mine and I placed a hand in his hair and tugged. The hand that was on my waist began to rock me back and forth. We groaned in unison at the friction and his hand traveled under my shirt. I brought a hand down to the hem of his shirt and tugged to signal I wanted it off.

He broke the kiss and practically ripped his shirt off along with mine and continued attacking my lips. I ran a hand over the newly exposed skin and felt him tense under my fingers. I trailed my kisses down to the pressure point on his neck, and his head fell back against the couch. His mouth fell open slightly and his hand moved to entwine in my hair. I moved a hand down to the hem of his jeans and slowly unbuttoned them.

"Stop teasing, love." His voice, deeper than usual and his hands, which went to my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. I gave in and curled my fingers under the hem of his pants and boxers. I pulled them both down and threw them in the pile with the rest of the pile of clothes. I did the same with my jeans and climbed back on him. He flipped us over so I was under him. He attached his lips to my neck, leaving a dark mark to be seen for a couple weeks.

"Fuck," he said breathlessly while looking down at my body. "You're so fucking beautiful" He trailed kisses down my body until he reached my waist. He looked up at me, but I just pulled him back up to face me. His face contorted in confusion. "This is about you, love not me." His eyes widened as I pushed him off me and got on my knees in front of him. I ran kisses down his chest until I was just almost to where he wanted me.

"Please" he said softly as he moved the hair out of my face while looking down at me with those damn eyes. I've never been able to resist those dark blue eyes of his, so I gave in. My fingers wrapped around his half-hardened erection, stroking until it reached his full size. The sight made my mouth water and even if I had wanted to make him wait a little longer, I couldn't. My lips opened to welcome him inside as my head dove into his lap.

I hummed the second I felt him on my tongue, the familiar taste sending a rush of desire through my whole body. Warmth flooded my core, my hunger for him doubling the second I heard his response invade my ears. He sighed my name with a shaky and needy voice, quickly turning into a hiss when I hollowed my cheeks and took him deeper. His back hit the soft cushions behind him, and he brought his hands up to cover his face. My tongue swirled around him, licking up his shaft, gliding over the tip before I wrapped my lips around him again.

I took him deep this time, a harsh curse breaking the silence when he hit the back of my throat. With a pop I pulled away, gasping for air before I repeated the

action, again, and again. He began to get impatient, and his hand found its way to my hair.

"Baby, please. I-." His words were cut off with a groan when my free hand found his balls, slowly kneading the sensitive area. I kept on pleasuring him as my hand stroked up and down his cock. I took turns with my mouth and sucked him in, my tongue hitting his tip every now and then as an extra treat.

It wasn't long before I could feel him tighten in my hand, just a little at first, but eventually more and more with every stroke. His sounds of passion grew louder as well, sweet hums and sighs mixed with harsh lewd curses, a sound I knew he only ever made for me. He let out a beautiful, drawn-out moan and I answered with a sound of appreciation when he started to pulse on my tongue. His head fell back, and his hips bucked up into my mouth.

"Fuck." He said, which turned into a groan. He finally spilled into my mouth as I worked him through it, a last drawn-out moan as his body practically went limp. Trying to catch his breath he reached down and pulled me up to kiss my lips. "Thank you" he said against my lips. I just smiled and kissed him again, but he pushed me back. "Let me return the favor"

I shook my head," Not tonight, love. You need to rest," His eyes dropped but he understood, he always felt like if I ever gave him anything he had to immediately do something back 10 times better. "But I wouldn't mind waking up tomorrow to your face between my legs." His eyes brightened again, and he buried his face in my chest, and I could feel his entire body relax. "Come on, it's time for bed." His face buried further but he gave in and got up with me still wrapped around his body.

He carried us to our shared bedroom and plopped on the bed on top of me and fell asleep to me playing with his hair. The last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep with him was a soft,

"I love you"

E/N: Hey guys its Paige here! sorry that we haven't posted in a while we have been busy... and scared about this one lol 😅 anyway i hope you liked it. Buh bye 👋