Use Me: Troyler Smut Oneshots

New Year's Eve

NOW FIRST OFF AN EXPLANATION. It's been ages since we've updated, but hi! It me, @_troylerslays and this update was solely written by me instead of a collab post with Mell @TroylerPhandom and you may be wondering why. Well, IT'S MELL'S BIRTHDAY TODAY. THEREFORE THIS SMUT UPDATE WILL BE AS A PRESENT TO HER.

She has no idea but hi Mell, if you're reading this after your vacation. Happy Birthday to you, and I love you so much. Thanks for starting this collab with me, and dealing with my awkwardness. Potato family, blah blah blah. I love you, talk soon <3

Also, fair warning, I am horrible at writing. This is quite a short oneshot and I wrote it hastily, due to the lack of time. Hope you like it anyway. Give the birthday girl some love in the comments! Forgive all my typos, if there are any. Don't judge my horrible chubby fingers. Thank you!

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"Tyler, come on! It's our first New Year's Eve together!"

"Can't we just stay in our room and order room service?"

For New Year's Eve, Troye and I went to Sydney to celebrate it together. I thought we could both have some alone time, just to indulge in the fact that we were both there together. However, Troye thought that New Years Eve should be celebrated, and that it was a huge occasion. I on the other hand would've rather we stayed in our hotel room here in Sydney and order room service.

"There are fireworks at 9pm," he suggested, wriggling his eyebrows.

I glanced up at him, eyes widened. Fireworks? Now you see, Tyler Oakley loves a good firework show and tonight did seem like a special occasion. Troye's eyes glimmered with hope.

"Fireworks?" I asked. He nodded frantically, giggling.

"Come on, it'll all be very pretty!" he added, and with a sigh, I gave in to his pleas. Troye squealed, delighted with my answer.

He scrambled off to get ready, a wide smile on his face. Troye pulled his suitcase into the bathroom with him. The door to the bathroom slammed shut, the sound of water from the running sink echoing past the walls. Walking to the other side of our hotel room, I opened up my suitcase. There wasn't any outfits I could wear, but I settled with a nice subtle burgundy red jacket over a black button down and jeans.

I also brought along a hat and put it on, my blue hair peeking up from underneath. By the time I was done, Troye was out of the bathroom with a salmon button down on. There were also a pair of tight fitting jeans on. Rolling his suitcase nearby the bed, he held up two sweaters in the air : one white, one black.

"Which one?" he asked meekly. "I have to put my hair up."

"Go with the black, and keep your hair down." I walked over and ran my fingers through his chestnut locks. "It's cute when it's down."

"Okay," he said, half giggling at my reply.

Troye slipped the black sweater over his head, and tugged it down. I knew I had made the right choice. He looked great, as always. Troye brought a sling bag along with him, just to carry our wallets and stuff. Once he was done taking his thousandth glance in the mirror, he turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I had better not regret this, or you owe me big time," I warned, poking his nose.

Laughing when he wrinkled his nose, it didn't take long for him to beam down at me. I screamed when he lifted me off my feet and into his arms, twirling me around. For someone as skinny as him, Troye was pretty strong. Kissing my forehead as he set me back down on my feet, his lips lingered on my skin even after he pulled away.

"Shall we?" he asked, mocking a bow.

"We shall." I hooked my arm in his before the two of us made our way out of the hotel room.