Youtuber One-shots

Only For You.

A/N:

I'm unsure if anyone on Earth besides me reads or writes Troyler anymore, but here I am.

This is a very, very long one-shot (15,950 words). It was pulled from a story I've been working on that hasn't been posted, but I wanted to share this.

For some context, in this universe Troye is still himself and a musician, but Tyler is a normal civilian. However, months prior Tyler pulled Troye out of his car after a car crash and their relationship has blossomed from there. Also, this takes place over two days.

Content Warning (SA, DV):
This is a smut. However, there is a lot of mention about Troye's both physically and sexually abusive past relationship. Nothing will be too descriptive, but this is about Troye finally being able to push past his own traumas to be with Tyler for the first time. At this point, they have been official for about six months.

Read at your own discretion.

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"Hey." Troye says in a low voice, climbing onto my lap. I set my phone down on the table next to us, smiling as I wrap my arms loosely around his waist.

"Hey, baby." He smiles and leans in to kiss my lips softly.

Or, at least I thought it was going to be a soft and short one.

But this time Troye deepens the kiss almost immediately, his hands coming to either side of my jaw as he presses his body flush to mine.

Taken aback, I fumble the kiss for a second, lips freezing at the suddenness until I finally kick myself into gear and kiss him back. My hands go to his hips and grip him firmly as he kisses me deeply.

Then his tongue enters my mouth, something that never really happens due to it being a bit much for him most of the time. But I reciprocate, letting him take control of the kiss but nonetheless joining our tongues together and enjoying the feeling.

I find myself getting lost in his lips, the feeling of how soft they are and how appreciative I am that he's letting us continue for this long.

So lost, in fact, that I don't feel his hands move on me until they are down to my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through my shirt.

Completely shocked by his physical advances, I lose the kiss again as my lips still. But Troye seems to be determined to continue, one hand moving up to cup the back of my head and pull me into him harshly.

A breathy whimper escapes me as Troye's fingers tweak my nipple and he gives me an approving noise in response, which again never really happens.

What also never really happens is Troye's hand going further south. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his hand trail ever so slowly down my abdomen. I whimper at the movement, now curious as to what his plan is and what he might have in mind going forward.

I feel myself getting hard, something I try to suppress when it comes to Troye being on my lap normally, but right now I would assume he must be fine with it.

Then, Troye's lips are off of mine. I want to protest until I feel them again at my jaw, kissing softly along the bone and on their way to my ear.

"I want you." Troye's voice is sultry, a whisper, something that makes my stomach do flips and my dick get even harder for.

Something I've never heard from him.

"A-are... are you sure?" I stutter out, overwhelmed as his lips press continually over my neck, making me feel lightheaded almost.