Troyler and Phan Oneshots

What Friends Do: Troyler smut

SMUT WARNING (duh)

“What are you doing?” I whimpered, my back aching from being slammed into the door. When Tyler had called me, sniffling and saying that he would appreciate my company, I had been expecting something more along the lines of him curled up on the couch with a cartoon of ice cream. Not to be attacked upon entrance of the building, shoved against the door with my hands held over my head. Tyler’s Internet was down, and his editing software had crashed the same day. There was no way that he was going to be able to put up his video on time, but it looked like it wasn’t really bothering him as much as I thought it would.

I had left my apartment at eleven at night and walked all the way to Tyler’s for him to slam me against a door without explanation? That wasn’t very nice.

He ignored me, leaving my question unanswered and leaned closer to nibble on my ear. Was ear nibbling something that friends did? Was inviting them over after crying on the phone and then proceeding to slam them against the door something that friends did? Tyler breathed hot air over my ear, and I gasped, tugging against his grasp futilely.

“T-Tilly?” I questioned, and his mouth moved to my neck, breathing hot air over the sensitive skin. He placed his lips against my collar bone, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave a mark. He nipped at my neck, soothing it with his tongue and a kiss. I gasped, struggling to withhold a moan. Maybe this wasn’t something that friends did, but did I really mind?

His hand that wasn’t restraining mine creeped under my shirt, brushing up against my stomach and circled a finger around my nipple. I sighed at the pleasurable contact before releasing a squeak as he pinched my nipple. I shifted in his grasp, shivering slightly at the cold of his fingers touching an intimate part of my body. What was Tyler even doing? Since when did he suck on the necks of his friends and slam them against doors?

Tyler dropped his hand that was holding mine, instead using it to push me harder against the door. My hands hung awkwardly at my sides, not sure what to do.

He looked up into my eyes, his mouth hanging slightly agape and his eyes wide with pupils dilated. Did he really mean any of this?  Did he actually want to kiss me? Was he going to regret it? He leaned forward, standing on his tip toes so he could reach my height. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine, breathing against my lips. I was panting slightly, still worked up from the feeling of his lips on my skin. I couldn’t take it any longer and I closed the gap, pressing my lips against his, waiting for the inevitable moment when he pulled away.

I could hear as well as feel him breathe in quickly from his nose, and I expected him to pull away any moment now, giving me a look of disgust. After all, what kind of friends kissed? Except that he didn’t. His lips moved against mine, I gasped against his mouth, breathing his scent and drinking him in. For so long I had wanted to kiss Tyler, and now I finally was.

I reached up, hesitantly, and placed my hands on Tyler’s shoulders. This seemed to encourage him, and he tried desperately to stand taller, to kiss me harder, to kiss me faster. He licked his tongue against my lip and I gasped. He used this opportunity to stick his tongue into my mouth, exploring everything and everywhere. I moaned into the kiss, panting heavily and sloppily against his lips.

Changing the direction of things, I spun us around and shoved Tyler against the door, relishing in the gasp I felt against my mouth. I nibbled against his lip, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, fighting and clashing against his own. We kissed harshly and fiercely, lips against tongue against teeth. Tyler continued trying to dominate the kiss, and I shoved my leg between his legs, making him groan in pleasure. I could feel his hard on against my thigh.