? Game Over (Tyler Joseph x Reader)

I'm His

"I am not drunk," you said, swaying onto the wall.

"Are too," he said rolling his eyes.

"I am tipsy, yes. I am not drunk though." you said, him scoffing for a response.

"Pardon?" you asked.

"ME FOR YELLING I'M TELLING YOU GREEN GARDENS-" Josh jokingly screamed while walking towards you both.

"Not now Josh," you said to him, Josh being surprised at your sudden shift in attitude towards him.

"Don't talk to him like that," Tyler said, looking down at you with an angry look.

"wHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" you screamed. "That girl was dancing all up on you like some skank!"

"You were dancing like that with me too," Tyler said.

"Well then maybe you should just tongue fuck her, too. Go fuck every last cunt in here and claim they're the only one when they're not," you shouted.

Josh's jaw dropped to the floor while he screamed, "WOAAHHH," and attempting to back away before he froze seeing what how his best friend reacted to you.

Tyler reached out and grabbed you by the throat, pushing you against the wall and towering over you. Through gritted teeth he said lowly, "That fucking mouth is gonna get you in trouble, little girl."

You moaned into him, excited and terrified while your heart pounded through your chest. You looked up with doe eyes into his. His face was that of the God's with a perfect smile; his amazing eyes that were unlike anyone else's; his mysterious tattoos that marked his skin; his lips that perfectly pouted anytime he wasn't talking; and his voice when we would talk was smooth, until you misbehaved. Everything about him was something you couldn't resist.  

"You're moaning?! Seriously? THIS gets you going? You are sick. Fucking whore," he spat at you, making you cower and embarrassed as your eyes and stomach both dropped to the floor. Tyler removed his hand from your throat, taking it and grabbing the back of your thigh and perching it up around his legs. You furrowed your brow not knowing what the hell it was he wished to get out of you and shot your eyes up to meet his. He had a smirk and eyes that were lit up like a Christmas tree. His fingertips brushed up and down your inner thigh. Leaning in closely to your ear, he whispered, "I've always dreamed of finding a girl like you."

"W-what?" you asked, utterly confused.

"I said..." he paused as he reached his hand in between your legs, pushing onto your core through your panties with his fingertips. Your head tilted back against the wall as your hips bucked against his hand; eyes rolling into the back of your head from his touch.

"...I've dreamed of finding someone like you. Someone so sweet, innocent, mouthy, kinky, slutty, and gorgeous," he finished, placing light kisses against your neck with each compliment. You were melting at every word that fell from his lips and every kiss he placed. His fingers continued picking up the pace as they rubbed your clit through your panties, you grinding against his hand for more friction. You were a panting mess as you wrapped your hands around his neck, using him to stabilize you as your knees grew weak from his movements.

"Ty-y-yler," you moaned as he watched you crumble underneath, loving every breath hitched and noise you made from him pleasuring you.

"What is it, baby girl?" he asked smiling, placing his forehead against yours.

"I'm-m," you felt a warm pit grow in your stomach, a feeling all too familiar that you knew what was from.

"You're?" he asked, pushing your panties over so he could slip his finger in to you. All of this unfolding in front of a room with hundreds of people who could easily see what was being done, and with a member of Twenty Øne Piløts nonetheless.

You gasped at the sensation from his fingers in you. Each pump he made brought you closer to the edge, with you digging your nails in to his shoulder from the intensity of the orgasm creeping closer as he fingered you.

"I'm yooours!" you panted as you were cumming and practically screaming out against him, your teeth biting down on Tyler's neck in an attempt to muffle how loud you were. He grunted as his hips grinded on to your core, his cock throbbing in his jeans.

Placing both hands under your ass, he lifted you up around him. You wrapped your legs around his torso, still shaking and lightly grinding yourself against his abdomen as you rode out your high. He slightly moaned out at the sensation. Tyler's grip tightened where his hands were placed under you as he bounced you up and down against him, the feeling intensified by his running towards the club door.

"We need to go. Now." he growled.

"...but you're my ride?" Josh muttered in back as he saw you two leave, completely out of ear shot.

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