Are We Meant To Be? (Jyler fanfic) ✔️

Be Gentle

*A requested one shot*

TYLERS POV
I sit on the couch, motionless as I get out of the hell hole we call school.

"Jay, babe are you here?" I shout as I pop my head up.

There is no response so I turn the tv on, breaking the silence.

I watch a few TV shows before the door opens and a clearly very high Justin comes stumbling in.

"Ty I messed up" I hear him murmur as I look at him, turning my head back to the TV.

"What did you do now Jay" I sigh as he walks over and sits on my lap, basically asleep.

"I kissed Chris" he murmurs and I pull away as I feel my heart drop.

"What the fuck Justin!" I shout as I pull away and sit up, causing him to fall.

"Baby I'm playing, I don't even act like that when I'm high" he laughs as I flip him off, turning my back towards him.

"Don't be like that, you know that you wanna cuddle" he teases and I shake my head side to side.

I hear his footsteps as I feel his chest placed firmly against mine.

I turn around and his shirt was suddenly off as he presses our lips together harshly.

"J-Justin" I say, breaking the kiss as he looks at me, trying to lean in again.

"Maybe we should just cuddle" I say taking his hand and leading him toward the couch.

We watch a few TV shows before he acts out again, pressing me down firmly on the couch.

"What are you doing" I ask him as a smirk creeps up on his face.

He kisses my lips roughly once more as his breath reeks from alcohol and weed.

"Jay, you're drunk" I say, breaking the kiss as his breath made my eyes burn.

"I'm in control!!" he shouts randomly, causing me to look at him with worriness.

Before I can respond he uses one hand to hold my wrists down and together while the other gripped on my neck firmly.

I whine at the sudden movement as my wrists and neck burned with pain but slight pleasure.

"Justin, you-you're hurting m-me" I stammer as the pleasure goes away and he grips tighter.

He tries to lean in quickly for a kiss but I pull away fast.

I whine louder as the pain still grows and I feel him become angry.

"You're too fucking dramatic" he shouts as he climbs off of me and sits on the couch.

I sit up and roll into a ball, burying my head in between my legs.

I replay all the things that just happened as the pain turns into anger.

I go to the sink quickly and get a glass of cold water before making my way back to the living room, pouring the water on Justin.