[ tiny SMUT WARNING: don't want it? don't read it.
and weird place to promote but if you wanna hate tyler owens and love scott miller, go read LOVE ME NOT
also, just because people keep mentioning it, how many of y'all exactly are shipping Scott and Boone? Because I am very confused but I am known to cater to the people ]
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WE GOTTA STOP.
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BABY was nervous. So incredibly nervous as Tyler settled himself between her thighs.
But she trusted Tyler. She'd known him all her life, and even if he wasn't in love with her or anything, she knew he'd never pressure her to keep going should she want to stop.
When dating Jesse for those four months, she hadn't been ready for any kind of intimacy with him. But here she was with Tyler and ready to let him go down on her — and more if he begged her for it in that same tone he was using now.
"Baby," his said, his voice thick. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for how I've been. Let me make it up to you."
Baby's cheeks flushed something mighty as she nodded. "But you don't have to."
"I really, really do," he said before brushing his nose along her covered core, shutting his eyes for just a moment as he took the moment in. Took in how soft she was and the way she was gently brushing her fingertips through his hair. "I'm so sorry for how I've been to you. And I just don't understand how I'm lucky enough for you to still want me after all that. Just please, please don't hate me."
"I'll never hate you, Tyler," Baby told him softly.
In fact, she was terrified that it was quite the opposite of that.
Then Tyler opened his eyes once more and kept them on her anxious brown ones as he hooked his fingers around the band of her underwear, pulling the blue fabric down her legs. And Tyler groaned at the sight when he finally looked down.
Feeling a bit shy, Baby tried to draw her knees up, but Tyler quickly forced her legs back down before spreading them apart, taking in an eyeful of her pretty, untouched cunt. So, she sat up on her forearms to watch him curiously.
"God, everything about you's perfect, Baby," he muttered. "Bet you taste just as perfect too."
Keeping his eyes on her face because he so desperately wanted to see how she reacted, he brushed his thumb against her clit teasingly, hardly applying any pressure. It made her suck in a sharp breath, which just egged him on, encouraging him to keep going, applying more pressure as he rubbed slow — agonizingly slow — circles against her clit.
