blurb idea: tyson wants to golfing with you despite your protests and he’s lucky you love him so much so you let him drag you along but not without some tricks up your sleeve. you’re a total tease not wearing any panties underneath your short golf skirt and you’re bratty and push tyson’s buttons until he can’t take it anymore and guides you back to the clubhouse to fuck you in the bathroom
This has been in my drafts half finished for three years omg. After answering the other request I felt inspired to have a look at some old ones... I am so sorry to whoever requested this that it took so long, you've probably forgotten it by now if you're even still following and all that. ANYWAYS here's some tyson jost smut!
NSFW under the cut (and a little over the cut too)
Words: 1,4K
Tyson could feel his cock hardening as you hand him your lacy panties, the innocent look you're trying to give him doesn't quite hide your smirk. During your quick bathroom break, you'd come up with a plan to hopefully make your day more fun for yourself.
Tyson had managed to convince you to tag along to golf with him, despite your protests. Even though you had tried to be openminded once you got here, in the end you'd been right – you really didn't like golf, no, you hated it actually. The only positive thing was that Tyson looked incredibly hot, but ultimately even that became a negative thing because now all you could think about was him and how good his hands looked wrapped around the stupid golf club. And how his biceps looked in his tight t-shirt and how his pants perfectly showed off his thighs and butt. So, you thought it was only fair of you to even the playing field.
"What do you think you're doing?" he quickly shoves the lace into his pocket before anyone sees.
"I'm not doing anythi-".
"Don't even try to act all innocent right now" he warns you.
You press your thighs together at his tone, your plan was already working, and you couldn't wait until you finally got what you wanted out of him.
"Just trying to make your day as torturous as mine has been so far" you bite back.
"Is that so?".
"Mhm".
He scoffs, "right, if you think I'm gonna give you what you want you're wrong, baby."
"Wanna bet?" you look down at his obvious bulge, knowing he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince you.
--
It didn't take long for you to realize that you'd underestimated his willpower a little. While the best-case scenario would have been him dragging you right back to the clubhouse right after you'd given him your panties, you knew it wasn't likely. But it had been over an hour now. You'd been rubbing his thigh as he drove the golf cart, but he brushed your hand away if it crept up too high. You'd been bending over a little extra as it was your turn to take a shot – but all he'd done was correct your posture.
You huff out, as you take the golf club Tyson hands you. Tyson's been clear enough now that nothing's happening, so you give up on the games and just think of all the pointers he's given you on how to stand. You spread your feet just right, hold the club the way you're supposed to, you don't bother to bend down any further than you need to this time. You're about to take a swing as Tyson steps up behind you.
"What is it this time?" you frown.
"Uuuh, your- your feet are too far apart" he tries.
"No, they're not" you look down.
"Yeah, they're supposed to be like this" he puts his hand on your thigh to guide your foot closer to the other, barely moving it.
"Wow, Tyson, thank you" you say sarcastically, "I'm sure my shot's gonna be great now that my feet are half an inch closer together". You turn around to look at him, only to find him blushing like he's been caught in a lie. "Are you sure you didn't just want to feel me up?" you tease.
"Pfft, no".
"I'd be fine with that, you know – feel free to put your hand up my skirt".
"Babe" he groans.
"No, seriously, I'd love for you to feel how wet I am right now"
"Shh" He looks around, as if to check if anyone heard you, even though there's no one nearby. Turns out you've been reading him all wrong, he's been coming up with excuses to touch you all along. You turn back around, making sure to exaggerate your incorrect pose again. He shakes his head at himself, knowing it was only a matter of time before you got what you wanted. He can't help but laugh a little as he steps up behind you again. "There you go baby, that's it" you say as his hands are on you again. He breathes out as his forehead lands on your shoulder, his willpower finally crumbling.
"You're driving me crazy" he kisses your shoulder, his hands moving up to grip your hips, pressing himself against you to show you just how crazy you've driven him. You bite your lip, sinking into his body – "please, Tyson".
"Fuck, okay, let's go".
--
Tyson lifts you onto the countertop in the bathroom, he pushes your legs further apart before his hand pushes your skirt up to bunch around your waist. "Hold it there for me, babe" he waits for you to grab the fabric before he brings his fingers down, running them over your clit and down to your enrance. He kisses you to catch your moan in his mouth as he starts to tease you.
"This what you've been wanting?" he speaks against you mouth as his fingers circles your clit. You shake your head, "no".
"No?" he removes his fingers, making your grab his wrist to guide him back again.
"I mean, I want more".
"Oh, so you want this?" he pushes a finger into you making your toes curl. Your brain goes fussy, making you stutter as you answer him. "N-No, I want your cock".
"Yeah?" He removes his finger, slipping it into his mouth to clean it before he unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants. Before he's pushed them down you pull his cock out, bringing him closer to you. He grips your thighs, sliding you to the egde of the counter as you guide his tip to where you need him. He pushes in slowly with a groan, swearing under his breath as you wrap your legs around him.
"'m really not gonna last long" he hides his face in your neck, you feel his breath against you as he grips your skirt tight, taking a moment to collect himself. "That's okay" you say, brushing your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp. He kisses your neck before leaning back to look at you.
His thumb finds your clit, shaking his head to say it's not okay – "gotta make you come first". His hips stay still as his free hand goes to push your top up. Taking the hint, you remove it for him along with your sports bra. His lips kiss your newly revealed skin, before he wraps his mouth around your nipple.
You can't help but move your hips as you feel yourself get closer, your head tilts back with a moan but Tyson wraps his hand behind your neck before your head hits the wall, pressing your forehead against his. "There she is" he murmurs, letting you fuck yourself on his cock.
His brows furrow, and he closes his eyes, "fuck- baby rub your clit for me, can you do that?" desperation drips from his words. You nod, moving your hand down to replace his. The second you do, both his hands grab your hips before he thrusts into you hard.
"Please tell me you're close" he begs you as he sets his pace.
"It's ok, baby" you say, meaning yeah I'm close, but I can tell you're closer.
"No- god, you feel too good" his fingers dig into your skin, trying to hold on to his control.
"Please".
He's a mess, shaking his head, stuck between not wanting to come before you and not being able to stop fucking you.
"I need you to come for me, Tyson".
"Fuuck-" his hips snap into yours, his control slipping away, you feel him pulsing inside you as he fills you up. His hips start to move slower, but he's still hitting deep inside you. You let yourself watch him, as you bring yourself to the edge. You feel yourself clench around him just as his hips stop, his eyes open just before yours close. He holds you close as your orgasm runs through your body, hiding his face in your neck, moaning from how sensitive he is.
You can't help but let out a giggle as you come down, your legs feeling like jelly as you unwrap them. His hands move down to squeeze you thighs as he breathes out a laugh himself. He goes to pull out
"Hey, careful" you warn him.
"Hmm?" he raises a brow in confusion.
"Don't get cum on my skirt" you clarify.
"So, you'll walk around with no panties under this skirt, but god forbid you get cum on it".
Especially after that video yesterday - like post workout romp with Tyson...
A/N: this is about a million years late eheheh
I feel a little rusty, so excuse me for whatever this turns out to be
Reader pronouns: she/her
Warnings: smut; shower sex, showerhead action, unprotected sex, cream pie, a little overstimulation (but on Tyson's part). unedited
Words: 1,2K
You have a love-hate relationship with Tyson's home gym.
On one hand, he wakes up before you most of the time for his morning workout. On the other hand, he'd still be in the gym when you get out of bed, and waking up to a sweaty boyfriend breathing heavily was a great sight to see in the mornings.
You've made a habit out of bringing him a drink as soon as you wake up, admittedly for selfish reasons. You bring one for yourself as well and watch him as he finishes his workout. It would end with you pressing your thighs together, as he gives you a quick kiss once he's done. But before you could deepen the kiss he'd leave after saying he was going to go shower.
This morning you're greeted by him lifting weights, panting with each movement – you're eyes are glued to his muscles as he notices you.
He drops the weights and smiles "morning" he breathes. He grabs a towel as he makes his way over to you, wiping off the sweat on his face before accepting your cold drink.
He chugs half of it down before his free hand lands on your waist.
"Thank you – sleep well?"
"Uh huh," you nod before kissing his lips quickly.
Before you can lean back he chases your lips, his hand on your waist keeping you in your spot as he gives you a proper kiss.
"Got any cardio on your workout schedule today?" you hum as you lean back with a teasing shine in your eyes.
"I did some minutes on the treadmill earlier," he says, oblivious, taking another sip of his drink.
"Wanna do some minutes on me too?"
He struggles to swallow as a surprised laugh threatens to spill from his lips. "Was wondering when you were going to admit to it" he smirks, setting his drink down on the table next to you, taking yours right after, and doing the same.
"Admit to what?" You bat your eyelashes
"C'mon- I've been hoping you'd get the hint and join me in the shower"
"Well, what are we waiting for?" you lean in to kiss him, but he dodges you.
"We're waiting for you to admit why you've been watching me work out in the mornings".
"You look hot when you work out"
"Thank you. And-?" His hands caress your waist, sliding up so he can brush his thumb against your breasts. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.
Your breath catches in your throat, he's waiting for you to speak, and at the same time making it harder to find the words. "And I've been wanting you" – his eyebrow lifts expectantly – "I've been wanting you to fuck me" you elaborate.
"There you go, that wasn't so hard" he lifts you up, pressing his lips against yours as you wrap your legs around him. He carries you both to the nearest bathroom effortlessly. He puts you back down once you're there, turning the shower on before you both take your clothes off. The water's already hot when you step in, Tyson doesn't waste time, pressing you against the still-cold tiles. You whimper into his mouth as your skin touches the wall. Your hand wraps around his hard cock, just as his hand moves between your legs.
"Get you this wet, huh?"
"uh huh"
"Every morning?" he smirks, circling a finger on your clit.
"Think about me during your post work out showers?" you bite back.
"Wanna know what I think about?" his question is rhetorical, as he turns you around before you get the chance to answer. Your place your hands on the wall as he bends you over just a little. "Think about sliding into your pussy. just. like. this."
You moan out as he sinks into you, his hands grabbing your hips as he sets a slow pace. "Fuck, Tyson" you press your face into the tile as you finally get what you've been waiting for. He moves your wet hair over to one shoulder as he leans in to kiss your neck. "You take my cock so well baby".
You nod – "feels so good"
The sounds of your wet skin slapping together fills the space as his hands roam your body, they stop once he cups your tits. His fingers flick against your nipples, and the feeling shoots straight down between your legs making you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.
"Yeah that's it, fuck yourself on my cock, just like that" he kisses your neck again, slowing his own movements, letting you control the pace. He groans into your ear as you push back against him again and again.
"Please, Tys-" you clench around him, desperate for release.
"What do you need, baby?"
"More" is all you can manage to say.
He kisses your temple before leaning away, biting his lip as he stops to admire the way your body moves, your pussy wrapped around his dick perfectly. He reaches up with one hand to take the showerhead down, changing the pressure before he wraps his hand around, seeing your body jolt as the water hits your clit.
"Hold it there for me, yeah?" he waits until your shaky hand wraps around the shower head before his hands hold your hips still again as he sets a hard and steady pace.
Your legs buckle as your pleasure builds, nearing its climax. Tyson wraps an arm around you, keeping you up. His name's leaving your lips, on repeat, as he brings you over the edge. You drop the showerhead as your hand comes up the wall again, your body shaking as he fucks you through your high.
Your throbbing pussy has Tyson spiraling, moaning, holding your body tight, hips stuttering, giving a few more thrusts before he's spilling his load into you. You gather enough strength to roll your hips against his, dying to hear his voice turn desperate when his dick gets a little too sensitive. He growls, fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to hold you still.
"You want to cum again don't you?" his voice is strained as he speaks, moving one hand between your legs, keeping his still hard cock in you as he starts to play with your clit.
"Tyson" you gasp.
He grinds against you, unable to help himself even though it's borderline painful. The feeling of your slippery walls, filled with his cum is too good to resist, especially with the way you're clenching around him, mewling into your hand as you quickly near another high.
"Fuck, baby please" he begs you, needing you to cum soon before he can't take anymore. You nod your head repeatedly, your toes curling as you feel your second orgasm rushing through you. He pulls out, leaning his head against your back, breathing heavily, keeping his fingers against your clit until your whimpering for him to stop.
He turns you around, both your bodies feeling heavy as you get wrapped up in each other, lips moving against one another as the final waves of pleasure leave your bodies.
As you both land again, you notice the showerhead on the floor, a tired giggle leaving you. Tyson huffs amusedly as he leans down and picks it up, putting it back up on its holder again. wordlessly he grabs the soap and you both wash each other whilst sharing lazy kisses. Your skin is wrinkly by the time you get out.
Request: fucking in front of a mirror gives tyson a big ego boost bc he forces you to see how good he is at pleasing you and he loves seeing his dick disappear between your folds
Warnings: plotless smut; softdom!tys, oral (fem receiving), spitting, unprotected sex.
Reader info: she/her
Words: 1,6K
Tyson wraps his arms around you from behind. His eyes are glued on your face as you look at the details on the framing of his new massive mirror in his bedroom.
"What do you think?" he smirks.
"It's nice – really nice. Goes well with the rest of the room" you say innocently, unsuspecting.
His lips ghost the skin on your neck, making your eyes snap to his reflection, "yeah?" he's teasing you, but you don't know what for.
"Yeah, the style matches your bed," your eyes drift to the bed right behind you in the mirror.
His hands move, sneaking under your top, bunching it up at your waist. His soft touch tickles your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as his lips kiss up the length of your neck. "Hmm, didn't think about that," he says absentmindedly between kisses.
Your breath is getting heavy as you move your head to the side to give him more space.
"Wanna know why I bought it?"
You nod as his fingers brush over your nipples, palming your breasts, your eyes closing with a sigh.
"Words, baby" he pinches one nipple as a warning.
"Why'd you buy it?"
"Open your eyes"
You do as you're told, looking at his face in the mirror. He pulls you impossibly closer as he continues to tease your nipples. His mouth is by your ear when he murmurs into your ear. "Look at yourself – you're so beautiful like this, desperate for me to touch you. And you're fucking gorgeous when you're full of my cock." You press your thighs together, feeling your pussy drip onto your panties as he continues talking. "Want you to see it, want you to look at yourself as you cum – think you can do that for me?"
"Yes"
"Good girl"
One of his hands comes out from underneath your top, wrapping softly around your neck to turn your head back towards him, kissing your lips shortly before he's peeling all your clothes off.
"Sit on the edge of the bed for me" ha says once all your clothes are on the floor. He removes his own t-shirt as you sit down and look up at him. "Spread your legs," he licks his lips, kneeling down in front of you. Your eyes follow him, swallowing in anticipation as his breath fans across your inner thighs.
He tuts, "eyes up, love"
You lean back on your hands, reluctantly lifting your gaze to look into the mirror again. You bite your lips as his back muscles flex when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh, holding you in place. His beard scratches the inside of your thigh as he leaves a kiss against your skin.
He doesn’t waste any more time, as much as he loved teasing you, this was about something else. He looks up at you briefly as his tongue licks against your clit, making sure you’re still looking in the mirror. He always felt powerful when he had you like this, being solely responsible for your pleasure, being able to draw those pretty noises from you. But he’d been away a lot lately, hadn’t been able to give you the attention you deserved – It’s not that he was worried you’d lose interest, but he wanted to show you, remind you, that he was the one making you feel like this.
You grip the sheets as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the way he works his tongue on you making it hard to sit upright. Your eyes travel to your breasts as your chest falls and rises with each breath, your hard nipples begging to be touched. Leaning your weight onto one arm you brush your fingers across your nipples, the whimper you let out as you pinch one of them making Tyson look up at you again. He smirks at the sight of you, your eyes locked onto yourself in the mirror.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Y- Fuck” he flicks his tongue against your clit, interrupting you before looking up at you, a brow arched as he waits for an answer. “Yes, so fucking good”
“Look at that pretty face of yours,” he says before his mouth is on you again. You hadn’t yet dared to look at your face, almost feeling shy to meet your own eyes, but the way he said it compells you to obey. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see yourself, everything he’s making you feel is painted across your face. He’s found the perfect pattern, set the perfect pace, and it’s like the pleasure is doubled when you’re faced with yourself in the mirror. It’s all too much, your arm gives out making you fall down onto the mattress – getting lost in the pleasure you close your eyes, palming both your breasts, feeling your orgasm approaching fast.
Then he stops, “baby if you want to cum, you’ll do as I say”
A whimper near a cry leaves you when your high slips away from you. "PleaseIneedyou" your words are barely intelligible, so desperate it’s almost embarrassing.
His touch leaves you completely and when your eyes flutter open you see him unzip his jeans before he’s pushing them down, along with his boxers. Before you have time to admire him, he’s coming back to you. The way you part your legs doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he chooses to ignore it, smirking as he hooks a hand under each of your knees effortlessly moving your body. He positions you so you’re laying on the edge of the bed before he leans over you. He grabs hold of your cheek, pushing your head to the side and holding it there against the mattress giving you no choice but to look into the mirror again. He meets your eyes in the reflection, "look at you" he coos, his soft tone contrasts the way he's handling you, making your head spin. "Can't even speak properly, huh? I haven't even fucked you yet"
He looks down between your legs as he drags his tip through your folds. You can hear it as he spreads your arousal around, leaving you whimpering as he taps his cock against your clit.
"Please" you try again, "I need you"
A drop of spit falls from his mouth onto your pussy, he gathers the messy mix of your wetness and spreads it across his length as he positions his tip by your entrance. Your senses are heightened again as you look at yourself, seeing him leaning above you, his eyes locked onto his own length as he pushes into you. He groans at the sight, your lips wrapping around him coating him with arousal, leaving him glistening as he draws his hips back out slowly. He moves his hand from your cheek, resting his weight on it next to your head as he lifts one of your thighs, hooking it around his waist as he sets his pace.
Seeing yourself like this, watching as you get fucked from a different perspective, leaves you dizzy. Even though you’re more aware of how you look than ever, you don’t care – you feel so good.
Tyson sees the look on your face, his whole body warming at how confident you look. He leans down to kiss your neck, moaning your name into your ear. Your back arches as he murmurs praise into your ear, “fuck- you’re so beautiful” “you take my cock so well” “so good for me, fucking perfect”.
His grip on your thigh tightens as he fucks into you harder, leaning his forehead against your cheek for a moment as you clench around him, feeling yourself get close again. He sucks in a deep breath before leaning back up, “baby, look at me- I need you to look at me”
The blush painted across his skin and the sweat makes his skin glow. His dark eyes look into yours, a growl leaves him as your pussy clenches up again and again. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum" his voice is laced with pleasure, skin flushed and brows furrowed as he slows his pace to savor the way you feel wrapped around him.
“Play with your clit for me- yeah that’s it”
You moan out, clawing at his skin with your free hand. You feel it build in your stomach as you rub circles on your clit, he sets his hard pace again chasing his own high. Instinct takes over as you move your hips to meet his thrusts, the sounds of your hips snapping together filling the room. Your orgasms crash through you, clinging onto one another as you fuck each other through it. Your thighs shake and your toes curl as he fills you up. He stills inside of you and your hand – now covered in your juices – holds him to you as he grinds against you. He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he comes down. His weight falls on you after he stills completely, wrapping his arms around you as he turns you both around, making sure he’s still inside of you.
He holds you to his chest, kissing your neck, your collarbones, your cheeks, and finally your lips. Your tongues move lazily against each other as your pulse settles again. His fingers trace patterns on your back as you rest your forehead against his. You bite your lips as you start moving your hips slowly, smirking as he groans before grabbing hold of your hips to keep you still.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he laughs.
You pout as he lifts your hips just enough for his cock to slip out, shifting your hips so you’re straddling his lower abs. “Give me another minute, yeah?” he smiles softly giving your hips a comforting squeeze.
“Feel free to get yourself off while you wait though” he winks, putting his hands behind his head.
thinking about phone sex w josty this fine afternoon. they’re on a long roadie rn, and he just misses you. maybe one night he calls you up, he has that particular tone in his voice and you know what he’s calling for. he asks if you miss him just as much as he missed you, if you are just as needy.
"I've watched that video you sent me so many times" he admits.
"Yeah?" you bite your lip, pressing your thighs together as you remember recording yourself getting off for him. You'd propped your phone up, giving him a closeup of your pussy, using your fingers, being extra vocal for him.
He'd closed his eyes, imagining his cock sinking in and out of you as he heard how wet your pussy was every time your fingers moved and he pretended that he was the one drawing out your moans.
"Yeah, you did so well for me baby" he palms his hard cock through his sweatpants.
"Just for you" your free hand sneaks under your t-shirt – it's his, really, and you're wearing nothing but it and a pair of panties.
"fuck, I miss you" he breathes.
"Mhm" is all you can manage as you brush your fingers across your nipple.
"D'you miss me too?"
"So much"
"Need me just as much as I need you?"
You nod, your hips bucking up as you forget he can't see you for a moment. Your skin's getting hotter by the second.
"Answer me, baby" he reminds you
"I'm so wet for you Tys"
"fuck- are you touching yourself?"
You shake your head – "just my nipples, but I can feel it, my panties are soaked"
"Go get that toy you love for me"
As he hears your drawer open and close, he pushes his sweatpants down freeing his cock. When you get comfortable on the bed again he spits onto his hand wrapping it around himself, holding it still as you tell him you've got it.
"Take off your panties and turn it on"
The faint noise of your vibrator makes his hand twitch, but he waits still – "make yourself cum, can you do that for me?"
"Yes"
You bite your lip as you press your toy against your clit lightly, teasing yourself.
"Good girl" he starts to move his hand as he hears you whimper. He closes his eyes after spitting on his hand again, trying to get lost in the little sounds you're making.
You picture him in your head, laying on his hotel room bed, his chest glowing the way it does when he's fucking you. His brows furrowed both from pleasure and in concentration – always determined to make you feel good. Just as you press your toy harder against your clit he moans your name.
"Can't wait-" he starts, interrupting himself with a groan, "can't wait to come back home – show you how much I've missed you"
"Please, Tys" you beg, wanting him to do whatever he wants to you when he gets home, needing him to tell you.
"Gonna make you cum for each game we win"
You whimper – they hadn't lost one yet. Your pussy clenches around nothing reminding you of how empty you feel. You put your phone on speaker to free your hand, laying it on the pillow next to you.
"How do you want me to make you cum, baby?" he asks.
You sink your fingers into yourself, breathing heavily as your mind floods with images of his mouth on you. "tongue – want your tongue"
He swears under his breath, his hips bucking up into his hand, "want me to lick your pretty cunt hmm?"
"Fuck- Tyson, yes"
"What else?" there's a desperation in his voice, telling you he's as close as you are.
"Want you to fill me up, need your cum in me"
"Yeah?" his eyes roll into his head as he thinks of his cum dripping out of you, making you taste your juices mixed together.
You move your fingers in sync with his breath, hearing it become shorter as his own hand speeds up, chasing his high. You hold your vibrator still against your clit, moving it only as your hips buck.
Tyson's mind goes blank when he hears your moans, forgetting all about his little conversation with you. His stomach tenses, but he bites his lip, holding off his orgasm a little longer.
"Tys, I'm-" your toes curl as warmth spreads through your body, "fuck- I'm cumming"
He can't hold off any longer as his name rolls off your tongue, ropes of cum landing on his stomach as he listens to you ride out your orgasm, keeping your vibrator pressed against yourself until it's too much. Your thighs shaking when you finally turn it off.
You lay like that for a moment, listening to his breath as you both come down. Your hand is still between your legs as a message comes through. You open your phone with your free hand, unable to help the small moan you let out as you see the picture he's sent you. His cum painted across his abs – "all for you" he speaks, and you can hear his smirk.
You open the camera app, sinking your fingers into yourself again as you position your phone before quickly snapping a few photos. You send the best one back to him, waiting for him to open it. When you hear him growl, it's your turn to smirk – "all for you" you throw his words back at him.
josty with a breeding kink loves fucking you senseless and filling you up with his cum after seeing you spend all evening playing with the kids at your family gathering
warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, cumplay, swearing.
a/n: I cheekily linked another cumplay blurb, it's not necessary to read before this, but I couldn't resist the self-promo!
words: 700
tagging: @princessphilly for the VDay breeding challenge 👀
On the drive back home from the family gathering, his mind wandered. He knew he wanted kids, more specifically he knew he wanted kids with you – couldn't wait to see what a great mother you'd be, couldn't wait to try his best to be a great father. The two of you had already discussed it, and had thrown out condoms a while ago – you weren't actively trying yet, didn't really keep an eye on your cycle and all that, but you wouldn't mind at all if it happened.
He'd lost his mind the first time he came inside of you, completely mesmerized. He loved seeing your pussy covered in his cum, pushing it back inside of you with his fingers, giving both you and him a taste afterward.
He's pressing you against the wall when you get home, kissing your neck, "wanna give you a baby" it slips past his lips, spoken against your skin.
Your eyes widen, whimpering at his words – "Tys"
"You want that?" he leans back to look at you, "want me to fuck a baby in you?"
You're nodding before you can find the words – "fuck- please Tyson"
You rush to your bedroom, your clothes removed as you go, leaving you both in your underwear as you reach your bed. He wastes no time unclasping your bra before he urges you onto the bed. He pulls down his boxers before he joins you, his fingers finding your covered pussy as he kisses you. He groans into the kiss when he feels that you've soaked through your panties already.
"So nice and wet for me, ready to take my cock"
"Please, I need it"
He pulls your panties down your legs before pinning one of your legs to your chest, running his tip through your folds, biting his lip as he teases your clit. He sinks into you with ease, squeezing your thigh as you gasp.
He sets a slow but hard pace, his nails digging into the skin of your thigh at the feeling of you wrapped around him. He's making you feel so good, but you need more.
"Need you deeper" you beg.
He nods, pulling out to grab a pillow that he smoothly puts under your hips with your help. You both moan out at the new angle, with your hips elevated you're able to feel him even deeper inside of you. "That's it, baby" he coos as you clench around him, "that pretty pussy of yours is begging for my cum, you want it?"
"Please, please, give it to me" you cry out.
He wraps both arms around your thighs, using his hands to pin your stomach down as he thrusts into you. One of your hands comes down to play with your clit, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge, the other grabbing your chest, teasing your own nipple.
"Hold on- fuck- m' almost there" he urges you as he notices how close you are.
You notice how close he is as well, your whole body warming up at the thought of him filling you up, "come for me Tys, give me your cum"
He growls, his thrusts getting more determined. The room fills with the sound of your skin slapping against each other along with your breathy moans as you reach your highs together. Your pussy flutters around him as you feel his load spill inside of you. You remove your fingers from your clit as it gets sensitive, his hips stuttering until he's emptied himself into you.
He's breathing heavily, as he leans down to kiss you – it's sloppy as you both catch your breaths. He breaks apart before kissing your forehead, lifting himself up again to pull out of you, watching your pussy intently to see some of his cum dripping out. He catches it with his tip, his hand holding the base of his length.
"Don't want to waste a drop" he says as he pushes his cum back into you with his cock, fucking you still, slowly, despite how sensitive he feels. It's messy and filthy, but the look on your face when his thumb finds your clit keeps him going until you're cumming around him again.
tyson cuddles because the hair right now is just chef's kiss perfection that screams cozy cuddly play with it
yesssss
After a lay-in on a day off, he'd let you play with his hair while you lay on the couch watching a show. scratching his scalp, playing with his curls, stealing kisses, running your fingers through his hair. you watch until Netflix asks you if you're still watching and then some. You don't get up until you both need some food, deciding to order in. When Tyson sits up you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips. He raises a brow at you as he looks away from his phone to see what's up. His hair's all over the place, most of his curls brushed out
"I think maybe I should get the door later" you smile softly, trying to shape his long hair at least a little with your hands, kissing his cheek when you realize the only thing that's going to bring his curls back is a shower.
He opens his camera to get a look at himself, huffing out a laugh before taking a few silly photos, dragging you into a few at the end, kissing your cheeks, ticking your sides - they end up a bit blurry, but your smiles are unmistakable.
Your naked body left him mesmerized, the first time he saw you he swore under his breath, almost drooling. He still looked at you the same way now, it didn't matter how many times he'd seen you.
He loved seeing you laying on your back, legs spread for him, he'd bite into your inner thigh as he teased you. He loved to feel your legs close around his head when he ate you out, loved hearing you moan as he spat onto your pussy, his fingers entering you – barely being able to move them as he let you close your legs around his hand, looking down at you as the heel of his hand worked against your clit until you came for him.
"You ready to take my cock now, baby?"
He'd flip you over after you nodded eagerly, making it seem easy as he positioned you however he wanted you. His strength turned you on more than you'd like to admit, and he always had you silently begging for him like this. A smirk on his face as you wiggled your bum for him.
"This what you want?" he ran his tip through your folds before nudging it against your clit.
"Uhuh"
He'd coat his length with your cum before finally sinking into you. Having you bent over for him was one of his favorite positions. He'd grasp onto your hips, fingers dipping into your skin as his hips snapped into you. The way your ass moved with every thrust made it impossible for him not to spank you. His hand pressed onto the soft skin on your back, holding you down as his pace got more relentless, the sound of your skin slapping together would fill the room.
Eventually, he'd pull out, laying down on his back and urging you on top of him so he could watch you ride him. His hands rested on your thighs as you bounced on top of him, biting his lip as he admired your body.
tyson has such touchy vibes like always has a hand on your hip at bars or his chin on your shoulder/head when you’re standing somewhere like he just wants to be close to you even when you’re existing in separate little worlds
yeahhh I agree
He's always got an eye on you when you're at an event too, like if you're across the room, he keeps looking over to make sure you're still there, zoning out of conversations as he admires you. Then he excuses himself, walks over, wrapping his arms around you – the people you're with don't bat an eyelash as he hugs you from behind, so used to him doing that. You lean into him, keeping your main focus on the conversation you were having and Tyson just enjoys being in your company, enjoys seeing you talk about something you're excited about – if you're talking about your job or studies or whatever he jumps in to praise you, saying how proud he is of you, kissing your temple softly, hugging you tighter.
