His Dinner | a tyler funke fan fiction

New Lights

Bella Hawkins awoke from her slumber to the incessant rustle of plastic and cardboard which she could only assume came from the next room over.

Only Tyler could engineer a level of discordance of this magnitude, so early in the morning.

Maybe it was the rustle of the plastic bag or the way the cardboard echoed as it hit the floor and fell through the fingers of an eager tik tok star, but regardless of the source of the clamor, Bella had no choice but to roll out of bed. She turned the corner leaving the sanctified comfort of her room and entered the living room where the noises which once traveled down the hall were now reverberating around the entire apartment. There in the center of the room sat her roommate Tyler Funke, surrounded by an array of various packaging remnants and two rolls of LED strip lights. Bella looked down at disapprovingly while Tyler grabbed the final roll of lights from the bottom of the box, ripped through the protective plastic layer, and discarded the trash carelessly.

"Tyler what is all of this for? Don't you already have lights?" Bella asked, gesturing to the muck before her.

Tyler looked up at Bella with soft eyes and a warm smile. She nearly melted, but had to maintain an assertive demeanor if she wanted Tyler to clean up the product of his morning shenanigans.

"These are my new tik tok lights! The mover got water on my old ones when I moved out here to LA and I just figured I'd get some new ones. What do you think?" He held up a strip while adjusting the different color modes with his remote control. He alternated his gaze between Bella, turning back to the lights, and then glancing back to Bella awaiting her judgment.

why do I like him again?

She lingered on this question for a moment, but then remembered the list of reasons for liking him stretched longer than his fivehead, which was saying something.

"Alright just make sure you clean up all this trash,okay?"

She began to walk out of the living room when she felt a firm hand thirstily grasp her waist. Tyler's front gently grinded against her back as he wove his head around her neck, nuzzling his cheek against her own. His other hand still held the strip of lights.

"Hey, you woke me up, don't think you're getting anything special," Bella joked.

Tyler smelled cap.

"You know I need some help putting these lights up, I always seem to get them tangled," he whispered in a low tone right in her ear. He then proceeded to gently bite her ear lobe. Bella turned to face Tyler as he drew her in for a passionate kiss. The two stumbled into Tyler's room, fumbling their way over empty milk jugs. Tyler undressed himself rather quickly and began to strip Bella of her bra. Tyler traveled down her lower abdomen and began to place kisses along her stomach until he reached her inner thigh. He pulled down her underwear and vigorously gyrated his thumb around her clit.

"My dinner, My dinner, My dinner," Tyler teased, feeling Bella's heart rate increase in speed.

He seized one roll of lights and tied Bella to the bedpost. Her hands above her head, she was at the mercy of Tyler. He exchanged a few more ardent kisses, his tongue only momentarily slipping in, but just long enough for her to yearn for more. He strained the lights around her wrist tighter as he mounted her. His member became rock solid at the sight of her squirming with every constriction. Now the two were going at it. Tyler has found his rhythm; slow- slow- fast-fast-fast-faster- and a few more of the fastest thrust he could manage. He ensured he maintained his pace to make her whine with pleasure, but slowed before she could reach orgasm. The edging tactic seemed to be a success. He knew he had her now, and he was close to finishing himself. Laying on top her, Bella's moans were now brought directly to his ear. There was something about the heat of his breath, the spur of the moment decision, and perseverance that turned Bella on. She was stunned at the intimacy of the moment, their hookups before had been simply- hookups. But this felt different, this time she didn't want it to stop. Every thrust pushed her further into his bed, her legs widened, toes curled, she was grabbing the sheets for dear life as she felt Tyler slow his pace and begin to kiss her neck. For a moment she thought her hour of bliss had come to a close, but Tyler sped up once more and his palm had met her throat. A light choke. She let out a small whimper of delight. He sped up again. Tyler knew it drove her crazy. The expression of ecstasy on her face had Tyler pounding her, he did not slow his pace, the bed shook from their affair. Bella half gasped, half moaned once she reached her peak and Tyler soon followed after letting out a loud "GERBER BABY". He untied Bella's makeshift bondage and poured himself a glass of milk. Bella laid on his chest while stroking his hair.

Would it be a crime if everyday was like this?