you know what id love? tyler turning into the hyde WHILE in fem reader and fem reader just losing her mind lowk😋 BUTTT also both virgins so its 100x better:3
Monster
pairing : Virgin! Tyler Galpin x Virgin! Reader
synopsis : Your first time with Tyler should’ve been sweet and innocent, but it’s hard to stay gentle when the Hyde won’t stay buried. He almost loses control inside you, and you almost wish he had.
warnings : explicit sexual content , p in v sex , virginity loss (both), primal undertones
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Tyler’s room was dim, lit only by the yellow glow of the bedside lamp. The scent of coffee and cedar still clung faintly to the sheets, and you could hear your own heartbeat in the hush of the late hour. You sat on the edge of his bed, legs tucked nervously together, while he hovered across from you, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, curls falling over his forehead.
Neither of you had done this before. You both knew it. And that made every look, every accidental brush of skin, feel amplified , hot, electric.
“You sure?” Tyler asked, his voice low, careful. He was leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees, staring at you like you were made of glass. “We don’t… we don’t have to.”
You swallowed, your mouth dry, but nodded. “I’m sure. Are you?”
His laugh was soft, shaky. “Yeah. God, yeah. Just… nervous.”
You smiled, reaching out to thread your fingers through his. “Me too.”
For a long moment, the silence stretched, then he leaned in, closing the space, his lips brushing yours. The kiss was tentative at first, hesitant, but when you kissed back, he deepened it. Soon it was hotter, hungrier, his hands cupping your cheeks like he couldn’t believe you were really here.
You whimpered softly into his mouth, and the sound seemed to undo him. His hand slid into your hair, pulling you closer, kissing you harder until you were both gasping for breath.
“God, you’re-“ he broke off, kissing down your jaw, “you’re driving me insane.”
“Tyler…” you whispered, clinging to his shirt as his mouth trailed down your neck, sucking lightly at the skin.
You felt him smile against your throat. “You’re so soft.”
You tugged at his shirt, and he got the hint, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His chest was lean, his skin warm under your palms as you traced over him. He shivered at your touch, his breath hitching.
“Never done this before,” he admitted, kissing you again, teeth scraping your lip. “Tell me if I’m… bad at it.”
You laughed breathlessly, shaking your head. “You’re perfect.”
He blushed, ducking down to hide it by kissing along your collarbone. His hands slipped under your shirt, tentative at first, then bolder when you arched into him. He slid it up, and you raised your arms, letting him peel it away.
Tyler froze when he saw you in your bra, his eyes darkening. “You’re… wow.”
You flushed, self-conscious, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t stare.”
He caught your wrists, tugging them gently away. His voice was rougher now, almost a growl. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
The raw hunger in his tone sent heat pooling low in your stomach. You nodded, letting him look, letting him touch. His fingers fumbled with the clasp before finally undoing it, the bra slipping free.
“Can I—?” he asked, hovering uncertainly.
“Yes,” you whispered.
His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under his touch. You gasped, arching into him, and he groaned, lowering his mouth to kiss you again.
“God, you make the sweetest sounds,” he muttered against your lips.
His kisses trailed down again, over your chest, sucking lightly at one nipple before moving to the other. You moaned, tangling your fingers in his curls, tugging him closer.
Tyler’s hands slid down your sides, shaky but eager, tugging at your shorts. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” you gasped, lifting your hips.
He tugged them down, leaving you bare beneath him. His eyes widened, his breath catching. “You’re so… wet already.”
You flushed, whining. “Don’t say it like that…”
But he only smirked faintly, leaning down to kiss you again. “I can’t help it. It’s, god, it’s so hot.”
His hand slipped between your thighs, tentative at first, then firmer as he rubbed over your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking up into his touch.
Tyler groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “You feel amazing… I don’t want to stop.”
You whimpered, clutching his shoulders. “Don’t. Please.”
He kissed you again, his fingers sliding lower, dipping into your slick heat. He gasped at the feeling, eyes wide. “You’re so tight. So warm.”
You cried out softly as he pushed a finger inside, moving slowly, carefully. He watched your face the whole time, as though terrified of hurting you.
“Is this okay?” he asked, voice shaking.
“Yes,” you panted, arching into him. “More.”
He slid in a second finger, curling them experimentally. You gasped, clenching around him, and he groaned, his hips rocking against the mattress as though he couldn’t help himself.
“God, I’m-“ he cut himself off, kissing you hard again, muffling both your sounds. His hand worked you steadily, his fingers curling, his thumb circling your clit.
You cried out into his mouth, grinding down into his hand, desperate for more.
Tyler broke the kiss, panting against your cheek. “I want you. I want to be inside you. Please, tell me I can.”
Your chest rose and fell, heat flooding through you. “Yes. Please.”
Tyler kissed you again, messy and desperate, as he shoved his jeans down far enough to free himself. His cock brushed against your thigh, hot and heavy, and both of you froze for a heartbeat , staring at each other like this was some terrifying precipice.
You whispered, “It’s okay.”
He nodded, though his throat worked as he swallowed. “God, I’ve never-“
“Me neither,” you admitted, voice soft. “We’ll figure it out together.”
That broke the tension just enough. He reached for the condom he’d shoved in the nightstand, tearing it open with fumbling hands. You watched him roll it on, his chest heaving, his eyes flicking constantly back to your face , like he needed to see reassurance there.
When he leaned over you again, his hand brushed down between your thighs, stroking you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.”
You nodded, biting your lip, your body trembling with anticipation.
He lined himself up, pressing the tip against your entrance. The stretch was sharp at first , too much, too new, and you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Tyler froze immediately. “Too much?”
You shook your head quickly, though your eyes watered. “No, keep going. Please.”
His breath shuddered out, and slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside. Both of you gasped at once, you from the ache, him from the unbearable tightness.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “You feel… so good. I don’t, I can’t-”
“Don’t stop,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He buried himself fully, groaning brokenly into your neck. His hips trembled as he held still, letting you adjust. You whimpered at the fullness, the heat, the strange, overwhelming intimacy of it.
When you finally nodded, he drew back and pushed in again . slow, careful. The friction made you cry out, your whole body arching into him.
“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough. He kissed you again, swallowing your whines as he found a slow rhythm.
It was clumsy at first . shallow thrusts, his breath stuttering, both of you trembling with nerves. But the longer it went, the deeper he pushed, the more his hips snapped forward with growing confidence.
You moaned, your nails raking down his back. “Tyler”
That sound undid him. His hips bucked harder, his pace faltering between tenderness and something more primal. His breath came ragged, almost a growl rumbling in his chest.
He pulled back to look at you, and your breath hitched . his eyes gleamed unnaturally in the lamplight, too bright, too wild. Veins stood out faintly along his neck, his jaw clenched as his teeth pressed too sharp into his lip.
“Tyler?” you whispered, stroking his curls.
He shuddered, thrusting harder despite himself. “I- fuck I cant-” His hand clamped down on your hip, fingers digging in almost painfully, claws threatening to emerge.
The sound he made wasn’t human. a low, guttural growl that vibrated against your chest. His thrusts grew rougher, his body trembling with the effort of restraint.
You should’ve been afraid. Instead, slick heat rushed through you, your core tightening around him. The thought of him losing control, of the Hyde pushing through, sent a shiver of arousal racing down your spine.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, pulling him closer.
His eyes widened, flashing dangerously. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he rasped, his voice distorted, Hyde bleeding into it.
“I trust you,” you whispered, kissing him hard. “Tyler, please don’t stop.”
He groaned, shoving deeper, the bed creaking beneath you. His grip on your hip bruised, his body jerking as though barely held together.
“God” he gasped, his breath hot against your ear, “you’re so tight, I can’t, I’m gonna lose it.”
You whined, your own climax building fast from the sheer intensity. “Then lose it with me.”
He growled again, the sound tearing from his chest, his thrusts almost feral now. His eyes glowed faintly, veins dark against his skin, claws nicking the sheets where he braced his hand.
You moaned louder, clutching at him, overwhelmed by the danger laced with pleasure. “Yes, yes, Tyler, don’t hold back”
“Fuck,” he snarled, hips snapping hard, slamming you into the mattress. Your vision blurred as your orgasm ripped through you, your scream muffled in his curls.
Tyler’s whole body convulsed, his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled, his growl shaking into something broken and human again. He collapsed onto you, trembling, sweat dripping down his temples.
For a long moment, neither of you moved , both panting, slick and messy, wrapped around each other.
Then Tyler shuddered, pulling out quickly, doubling over as he clutched the sheets. His back rippled, his shoulders jerking like he was in pain. His hands clawed at the mattress, nails elongating before retracting.
“Shit” he gasped. “I almost-”
You sat up, still shaking, reaching for him. “Tyler”
His eyes flashed back to yours, wild and half-Hyde. “I almost changed while I was inside you. I could’ve—” His voice cracked. “I could’ve hurt you.”
But you crawled into his lap, straddling him, cupping his face between your hands. “But you didn’t.” You kissed him, soft, reassuring. “You stopped. You’re still here.”
He trembled beneath you, caught between shame and relief.
And then you whispered the truth that made his eyes widen in shock: “And I liked it.”
