Studio Distractions
Request: Yes.
Warnings: choking, daddy kink, degradation, jealous!tyler, possessive!tyler, language
Pairings: dom!tylerxsub!reader, slight joshxreader
Prompt: 107 “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
Author’s Note: Thank you @glitterjoshua for allowing me to write this for you! I’ve been excited to dabble with the smut side of these fics, however this is almost like a test run seeing as I am using a smut prompt (which you can find on her page). If anyone would like a second part, I will gladly write it! I know san will lol.
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“Can we take it from the top one more time?”, You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s tendency to have everything completely perfect. He had been saying that same sentence now for the past fifteen minutes or so, and, quite frankly, you had been growing tired of it. Your body had been aching for some attention from your oblivious lover and watching how Tyler managed to put all of his effort into his music did not seem to make it any better.
Your eyes studied the way Tyler seemed to conversing with crew members, his face stern as his body posture was more serious or intimidating. Everyone knew it was crucial that orders were followed as your boyfriend had strictly given them. And, when they weren’t, Tyler was not a force to be reckoned with. However, at the end of the day, he would soften up and tell everyone how proud he was of how far they had all come. But with you? You were Tyler’s relief.
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Today was particularly a more stressful day, and you knew that Tyler was gonna take all of his problems out on you. So, why not cause a bit more trouble to add to his ongoing agitation?
People were rushing past you as you had weaved through the slight crowd of crew members and other individuals. Your left hand held a water bottle as the right held onto a hand towel, ideas of what to do next running through your head. You didn’t have much time to think as you had finally found him; Josh sitting at the set of drums. He seemed a bit exhausted with how much Tyler was wanting him to practice repeatedly. Therefore your plan would work perfectly.
“Josh, there you are! I was feeling a bit lonely since Tyler is obviously distracted by his work. You think you could keep me company? I did bring you these.”, Josh’s mocha eyes were fixed on the two objects you withheld in your hands, a soft and warming smile playing upon your lips. He took them from you gratefully with a small nod of acknowledgment, his lips upturning into a small grin, “Didn’t know my best friend’s girl was taking care of me now. What’s the deal, huh? Something’s up.. I can feel it. I’ve known you for a few years now, and I also know when you’re wanting to get under Tyler’s skin, as well.”
You knew Josh had caught onto what you were scheming by that playful glint within his eyes. However, that did not stop you from executing your reckless idea as you placed your hand on his upper thigh, slowly pushing it higher as Josh’s gaze then focused on the way your fingers tangled within the edge of his flimsy shirt, “(Y/N)-”
“Just follow my lead, drummer boy.”
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It was somewhat close to midnight when you and Tyler had crossed the threshold of the entrance into your shared suite. You could tell your plan worked by the prominent veins that stood out on his arms and the one bulging slightly from the side of his neck. Tyler’s hands were balled up at his sides as his stance seemed more wide and intimidating than usual.
Before you knew it, your lover had you pinned against the back of the hotel door, his mocha eyes burning into your (E/C) ones. His hand was wrapped around your throat and only applied the right amount of pressure to catch your attention. Tyler’s eyes were blown out, lust covering them as they somehow managed to grow darker as the growling in his throat never ceased, “What the fuck was that, huh? Do you like doing that? Parading around like a slut?”
Your words were caught in your throat at his questions. You knew how to respond, but you didn’t know how to find the voice and courage to respond. He was angry. You had gotten what you wanted.
Tyler’s grip on your throat tightened as you reached up and gripped his wrist in hopes that he’d let up. However, as he pressed his growing bulge against your clothed heat, his hand never let up and never did his glare as he snarled possessively, “Answer me.”
“N-No, Daddy! I’m so-sorry- I just wanted you-your attention.. please.”, Your voice was coming out in gasps as Tyler then realized he needed to let up a bit, you immediately gasping for air and coughing just slightly. Your grip on Tyler’s wrist loosened, “T-Ty, I’m so, so, sor-”
“I don’t wanna hear it from you, Princess. Get in the room. Now. Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”
… PART 2?
I hope it was what you expected! I was so nervous to write this. But, I really hope that you and others enjoyed this, as well, considering this is my first smut-ish fic. Feel free to leave feedback!
