You should make a smut out of the interview. Like seeing Tyler get all frustrated and he ends up taking you to his dressing room to do it
alright i guess
You stand across the room, staring at Tyler and Josh while they’re being interviewed; you know they were always uncomfortable during interviews, and from their body language, you could tell that this interview was no different. Creeping slightly closer to them, you get an earful of what the interviewers are asking.
“What’s a Blurryface?” The question gets repeated over and over, and each time, you can see Tyler become visibly irritated at the man’s pestering question. Even when the man directs the question to Josh, he’s rebuffed, much to his dismay.
Tyler cuts his eyes towards you, noticing how you stand slightly uncomfortable yourself, as you watch them being mocked by a man who’s job was to simply find out more about them. You can see the look of rage behind his eyes, and finally, he has enough.
“I don’t feel like answering it,” he says. “It’s just too complex, too deep.” The interviewers seem to realize that they upset him, and grow quiet, but Tyler keeps pushing, giving them a taste of their own medicine. “You’re sitting on a table,” he says. “I’m just saying, it’s about insecurities and stuff, and I don’t wanna talk about it…when you’re laying on a table.”
You smile to yourself, as the man tries one last time to fire a mocking question at Tyler, only to have Tyler shut him down. The interview ends abruptly, and awkwardly, as Tyler jumps from his seat; even after being poked repeatedly by the man during the interview, Tyler, being the kind person that he is, still shakes the man’s hand before taking his leave.
He strides towards you, and you can see the fire behind his eyes; immediately, you understand what is on his mind, so you beat him to the punch, heading in the direction of the dressing room, with him in tow.
The moment you’re both inside, Tyler slams the door shut, and takes hold of you, hoisting you up onto the counter. His mouth is on yours, kissing you with more force than usual; your hands wrap around his small frame, holding fistfuls of his hoodie in an effort to pull him closer to you.
He’s shoving his pants down his legs, not breaking the kiss; your hands blindly feel for his, helping him shove the clothing down to pool at his feet. Tyler’s fingers push your skirt up your thighs, and he lets out a deep chuckle when he finds you aren’t wearing any panties.
“Dirty girl,” he mutters, dragging his mouth to your neck.
Tyler pushes inside of you, his hands coming behind you to grasp your backside and pull you closer to him. Immediately, he begins thrusting into you, the frustration from his interview apparent behind every push of his hips.
You drape your arms over his shoulders, giving yourself to him entirely to use you to release his anger. Tyler lets out a grunt each time he slams into you; slow, languid thrusts that have your insides twisting to feel more. You hook your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, which causes both of you to moan out.
“God, yes,” Tyler breathes against your neck. “You love it when I’m sassy, don’t you? You love to hear me run my fucking mouth.”
“Mmmhmm,” you hum, hands setting on the sides of his head so you can pull his head back. You tip his head so you can peer into his eyes, and see the concentration and slight vulnerability hidden behind them. “Fuck me harder, Ty,” you whisper. “C’mon, baby. Use me.”
Something snaps in Tyler, and he’s pulling you from the counter; he spins you around, bending you over the counter and slipping back inside of you. When you set your hands on the counter, you lift your head to peer at Tyler through the mirror in front of you; his hands are on your hips, a painful grip holding you still as he begins to slam into you.
Your body rocks forward, hipbones hitting hard against the edge of the counter, no doubt leaving bruises on your skin. Tyler moans out, tipping his head back and letting his fingers squeeze your skin even tighter.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” you moan, catching his attention. He watches you slide your hand between your thighs, rubbing furiously at your clit in time with his frantic thrusts. “Don’t stop,” you breathe. “I’m so close!”
“Come for me,” he rasps, spanking you hard.
You moan out even louder as your climax hits you, rocking your whole body as Tyler continues to thrust into you; with a few more rapid slams of his hips, he’s spilling into you, having you both feel the waves of your orgasms at the same time. Tyler groans loudly, dropping the weight of his body onto you.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “I was a little angry.”
“I could tell,” you respond, as he pulls back and tugs his pants back on. He eyes up your hips, from the bruises of his fingers to the marks from the counter top; he bites his lip, looking back into your eyes before he corrects himself.
“I was very angry.”