Nervous: A Troyler Smut

Part 1

A/N: Hi!!!! I posted this all a long time ago and it's really embarrassing now tbh, but I decided to keep it up because it's getting reads and votes. Read at your own risk!!! I am not responsible for the cringe attacks.

"Tilly," I whimpered, rapidly shaking my leg and tapping my fingers. "I'm so nervous. I don't know what to do."

I was in a limo with Tyler, driving to the VMAs. I was doing a surprise performance of Happy Little Pill there and I was terrified. I felt like I was going to throw up.

"I think I can help with that," Tyler said, scooting closer and looking into my eyes. His pupils were blown with lust.

"Tilly, what are you talking-" I was cut off by Tyler harshly pressing his lips against mine. My eyes flew open and then quickly closed as I started kissing him back. My whole body was tingling by the time we pulled apart.

We didn't stay apart for long, though. Tyler told the driver to go park somewhere and then straddled my waist and grabbed my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. Our tongues battled as he started grinding his hips down onto mine, causing us both to moan.

"I want this off," He moaned, tugging at my suit jacket. "Now."