Tyler Scheid x Reader (Smut, One-Shot Collection)

Powerless

The love of power is the demon of men - Friedrich Nietzsche

You let your eyes wander over his tense body, pretty proud of your job, enjoying every bruise that is visible from your last night's adventure.
'This is only the beginning', you whisper in his ear, an evil grin on your face while you begin to bite your way down his neck. You hear him mumble, stuttering words that make no sense. You giggle at the thought how easy it always is for you to turn him into a mess.

You hear him say something about how you are going to regret what you are doing right now. As if. He always enjoyed being teased by you. He's so bad at hiding the joy in his blue eyes; and as soon as he noticed his own belt snap around his wrists a few moments ago, his cheeks turned a happy and excited pink shade.
There are moments where you think that you're going too far. Waking him up like this. It's cruel. Some girls surely wake up their men like true princesses do.

That's not your thing. And certainly not his.

Your hands wander down his neck, to his stomach - you made it your habit to gently touch his scars whenever your hands get near them - and continue their path to his thighs, stroking them softly and making him shiver, til he starts to pull on the belt that hinders him from touching you and himself. The whole bed moves with his attempt to free himself.
It didn't take long til it became your habit to tie his wrists to the metal rod that is so conveniently placed over his head. And an unbelievable satisfaction to wake him up with your hands down his pants.

'Loosen up, baby', your lips find the soft spot behind his ear, then his sharp, stubbly jawline that they know oh so good.
'You can touch me if you want'. You breathe the words into his open mouth, appreciating the frustrated deep moan that is his answer. While you continue stroking his muscular thighs, careful not to touch the hard spot in the middle of them, you gently start to suck on his upper lip. You can feel the hotness stream from his face to yours, and see the wildness in his eyes. Once again he begins to fight against the belt, moving his lower body angry around in your hand, desperate to be freed or at least touched by you. You're used to this behavior. Tyler always wants to show you how dominant he can be til you give up and let him take over. Today you won't let him.

'Oh, so you want to be touched? Is that right? Then maybe you should stop fighting against it.', you whisper in his ear before you start to nibble on it. After another useless attempt of fighting and working his lower body against you, Tyler lies back down on the bed, not moving. His eyes are resting on your face, waiting for you to do what you're supposed to. After a few seconds of you just staring at his muscular, tensed body, you let your hand wander to his thigh again. Starting to draw circles on his boxers with the palm of your hand, you can see how hard he's trying to stay calm and to look at you with open eyes. Every time your hand gets near his hardness he can't resist closing his eyes and breathing deep, hoping to get touched again.

After a bit of time, it seems he's not able to open his eyes anymore.
'If you- don't grab it- immediately- I swear to god- you'll regret doing this to me", Tyler concentrates on every word he says, trying to appear as calm as possible, moving his hips slowly against your hand, but you can feel how tense and frustrated he is.

Deciding not to give him what he wants yet, you let your hands wander to his chest and move your legs to each side of his hips, slowly sliding onto him and sitting down on him. While you stroke his chest and begin moving your hips very slowly, you can see how his jawline gets sharper. Though he obviously wants to appear unimpressed, he's not able to hide the soft smirk that his mouth forms. He opens his eyes a little bit to look at you and lets his stare wander from your eyes to your neck, lets it rest on your breasts (you don't have a bra on and you're sure he can see through the thin layer of fabric how excited you are), before he lifts his head a little to look at your hips moving against each other.

After you let him enjoy the view for a while, you stop moving to make sure he looks back at your face. The excited grin leaves his face, he looks you in the eyes, obviously confused. After a few moments, he stops moving against the soft wet spot in your panties.
'Babe. Don't do this to me.' Tyler whispers, almost begging you to start moving your hips again. He lost all his strength to fight against the belt that hinders him from punishing your behavior and now the only thing he wants is for you to relieve him from his misery.

Letting your hands slowly slide down from his chest and lifting your hips a bit in order to pull his pants down, you reveal how excited he really is. You decide to sit down a bit lower than before, making sure you don't touch it yet. Meanwhile, it's obvious how hard it is for him not to freak out or do anything that will get him punished. Tyler's face turns an even darker shade of pink while you gently press his boner against your body, stroking it with the tips of your fingers; your other hand is resting on his thigh, feeling every muscle twitch under it while he can't stop moving his hips against your hand. You continue running your fingertips up and down his boner while the warmth his body emits intensifies and makes your thighs start to sweat. Knowing that he can feel how much you crave his body pressed against yours, you feel your face getting red as he smirks at you.

'Take off your shirt.' It's not a request, his raspy voice demands it as he continues moving his hips up and down, rubbing his member against your lower body. You decide to follow his words, looking at his softly smiling lips you slowly take your shirt off and throw it at the ground. The new wave of heat that comes from his body and his almost paralysed stare show you that he really enjoys seeing you like this. Your fingers find their way down again and continue stroking him, soon after grabbing him harder.

After grinding your wetness faster against him, a frustrated growl escapes his throat, his whole body starts begging you to finish your work or better, let him finish it by climbing on top of you. But that's definitely not what you planned. Your thumb finds the soft, wet spot right under his tip and decides to rub it gently, sending shivers over his whole body. He starts to grind against you again, begging with a red face to do more than that and finally sit on him. You can feel the sweat running down his legs and see how the belt formed strokes on his wrists already. You close your hand around his shaft, the other hand continues tapping his tip, slowly bringing him to the edge of sanity.

'I kno-oh god- how horny you are, babe. Just- sit--' Tyler throws his head against the pillow, you know he won't last very long from now on and stop stroking him.
'If you- won't- I swear to god. You better- let me fuck you. Or- I'll make sure you won't be able to walk the next weeks.' You can feel yourself gradually losing the motivation to keep him from turning you around and punishing you.

With a defeated sigh you lift your hips again, throw your panties to the floor and sit back down right on his hard dick. Tyler instantly starts moving his hips and thrusting into you, his eyes locked with yours. You put your hands on his stomach and bury your fingernails into his skin. He answers with a deep, satisfied growl. You know all he wants to do is grab your waist and thrust deeper into you, so you decide to tease him one last time and slowly circle your hips while licking your lips, making sure to really frustrate him. He rolls his eyes and throws his head back against the pillow, letting out a long moan.

You can't stop yourself from grinning while circling your hips with an increasing speed. Tyler seems to not be able to move anymore, his eyes are closed and his mouth slightly open, breathing out quiet moans. With every second, you can feel his breathing intensify under your fingers, every inch of his body is tense. You let one of your hands slide from his stomach, over his dick and start to rub yourself, again increasing the speed of your ride. You can't stop yourself from moaning uncontrolled while you can feel him twitch inside you. He joins in with a deep growl, thrusting inside you with an unbelievable speed, making your boobs bounce.

You throw your head back and stop moving as you feel yourself tensing up and getting close. You lean back and clench your hands around his thighs, letting him fuck you til you scream, cumming all over his dick. He continues to thrust into you a few more times, making your legs shake uncontrollably until you feel him cum inside you. You can still feel him throbbing inside you, before he lets out a deep sigh and you collapse on top of him.

'Never stop waking me up like this, baby', He whispers in your ear, kissing you on the forehead.