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Summary: All you wanted to do was relax, but Tyler is so not having it.
TW: profanity, innuendo, sexual situations, p in v sex, choking, spanking, semi public sex, I can't think of anything else but this is smutty lmao
Word Count: 2,463 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Wednesday characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Kappa Phi Theta is your baby. Kappa isn't just a sorority, it's your life. You would kill for Kappa, you would die for Kappa. And so, when senior year started, of course your sisters elected you to be the president! One of your best friends, Enid, was elected your vice president.
Other than having to come up with unpleasant things for your new initiates to do during pledge week, there's nothing really bad about Greek life on campus at Nevermore University. You're beautiful, you're popular, everyone knows your name, and everyone loves you.
Well, there is one thing.
Alpha Delta Nu. Or more specifically, its president.
Tyler fucking Galpin.
You and Tyler haven't gotten along. Ever. He's in your friend group, considering Alpha is your brother sorority. Your best friends? All of them are his best friends too. Enid, Wednesday, Yoko, Bianca, Xavier, Ajax, Rowan. All of them are his fucking friends too.
But you're the only one who seems to have a problem with him. Just like he's the only one who seems to have a problem with you.
It might've started when he asked you for a pencil back in freshman year, during pledge week. You were in class, half asleep from having to do all your stupid pledging and so, you groggily told him to fuck off and bring his own pencil to class as you stared at the professor blankly, scrawling your notes.
Or, maybe it could've started at your first frat party after being inducted into Kappa, and his after being inducted into Alpha, when he "accidentally" spilled beer all over your pristine white Kappa shirt. The one with the pretty pink lettering. Convinced he did it on purpose to get a better look at your boobs, you threw your tequila shot in his face and stormed off, ignoring any pathetic attempt at an apology he could try to make.
There's also, of course, the sophomore year powder puff powwow, or so it's come to be called. When you tackled him in a "friendly" game of flag football, accidentally breaking his nose. How the fuck were you supposed to know that your elbow was that strong?
Maybe it's just that you resent each other. That you're jealous of each other. You're smart and witty. School comes naturally to you. But, you know you can be a bitch sometimes without really meaning to, which has cost you friendships before. It just happens. Enid usually helps curb your bitchy instincts, while Wednesday, Yoko, and Bianca encourage them, finding them wildly entertaining.
He's friendly, and people love him without him lifting a goddamn finger. But, he struggles with his classes, with time management. He's been on academic probation before, while you? You're on the Dean's Honor List every damn semester. He hates it. Why does school come so fucking easily to you? It's unfair.
Group hangouts are the worst. The two of you are constantly bickering. Rowan is pretty sure he's had several asthma attacks solely because of the stress the two of you cause him. Wednesday always just watches with an amused look. If he says the sky is blue? You'll say it's green. You can never agree on a goddamn thing except the fact that you despise each other.
And that you find each other unreasonably attractive.
You'd never tell him, obviously. You don't want to give the smug little bastard the satisfaction. He knows, though. Your class schedules are pretty similar, so you hit the Greek row gyms at the same time each day, bright and early in the morning when almost no one else is there. Well, Ajax is there, but the boy is always stoned out of his mind so he never notices shit. Tyler, of course, takes his shirt off at any given opportunity when you're around, working out in only grey sweatpants which hide practically nothing.
So, you decide to get even and start working out in only a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. And you can tell it affects him, judging by the tent in his sweatpants while he watches you do your squats.
He's offered to spot you a few times, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. You're tempted to just drop the weights on his foot once. Just to see what would happen. No, instead you smack him in the face with your ponytail and flounce off, giving him a perfect view of your ass that you're sure is going to haunt his dreams.
But, everything comes to a head during pledge week, your senior year. After a long day of overseeing the pledges doing their tasks, Enid says she'll take over for the rest of the night and you should go take a soak in the hot tub that Kappa shares with Alpha. You thank her, near tears from how tired you are, and change into your cutest swimsuit.
You get in and let your worries melt away, sitting so that one of the jets is behind your back, shooting warm water right at you. You think you could die of happiness.
No, relaxation isn't really an option when Tyler just happens to walk by with Xavier and Rowan. They seem to be done with testing out their pledges for the day. Xavier doesn't greet you, seeing that your eyes are closed and you seem exhausted. He laughs and goes inside the house, telling Tyler not to mess with you too badly. Rowan points out that you've probably had a long day too.
Tyler doesn't appreciate the borderline affectionate way both of them were looking at you.
Nah, he's going to mess with you.
He comes and sits at the edge of the hot tub, and at first, you don't even notice. Your eyes are closed and your AirPods are in. You obviously don't want to be bothered.
Tyler thinks that's just too fucking bad.
He pulls out one of your AirPods and sees what you're listening to. He scoffs, earning your attention.
"Britney Spears? So lame."
You give him an annoyed glare and hold out your hand, asking for your little AirPod back, "Luckily, I don't give a shit what your opinion on my music taste is, Galpin."
"Ooh, calling me by my last name?" Tyler grins, leaning in toward you, "You think it makes you sound tough, Princess?"
God, you fucking hate it when he calls you that, always so fucking condescending.
"Can you just leave?" you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to check the time, "Don't you have pledges to torture?"
"Aww, Princess, you know I'd never wanna torture anyone other than you."
You sneer at him, "I'm so flattered, Tyler."
"Speaking of pledges, shouldn't you be doing your share of the pledge week work instead of dumping it on your sisters?"
You grind your teeth, glaring at him, "You asshole, I've been working all day-"
"Working on your tan," Tyler mocks you, "You haven't lifted a single little manicured finger as far as I can see."
You move to stand in the tub, smirking to yourself when his eyes involuntarily move to rake up and down your body, "You know, Ty? You're right."
His eyes widen at the demure tone of your voice, the nickname you've given him, "Wait, what?"
You smile at him, saccharine sweet, "I think I might be just a spoiled little princess. Maybe I just need someone to teach me some," you wink at him, "Discipline."
Tyler's jaw drops, but he quickly tries to recover, clearing his throat, "You have anything particular in mind?"
"Maybe some choking, some spanking," you say, running a hand up and down his arm, "But what I'm really into is aquaphilia."
His eyes widen, "What's aqua-"
You grip his arm and shove him into the hot tub, smirking to yourself, "Aquaphilia. Sexual arousal induced by water," you look down at him, seeing how wide his eyes are in surprise at what you did, "God, you didn't think I actually wanted to fuck you, did you? Please, even you can't be that delusional."
You laugh to yourself and move to get out, but are stopped by him gripping your wrist, "Where do you think you're going, Princess?"
"Back to the house, obviously."
"Look," he moves closer to you, backing you against the edge of the hot tub, "If you wanted me wet and naked, all you had to do was ask."
Tyler keeps eye contact with you as he peels his now wet tee shirt off, then bends down and pulls off his pants, leaving him...
"Do you not fucking wear underwear?" you raise your eyebrows, seeing his hard-on, "Fucking perv-"
He moves his large hand to cover your mouth, pressing up against you, "No, don't do that. Don't fucking pretend like you don't want me."
You glare at him, trying to mumble out, "It's not pretending!"
"What was that, Princess? Couldn't hear you."
Tyler removes his hand, grinning when he sees you frown slightly when he steps away from you.
"I said it's not pretending."
"So," he moves his hands to rest at your waist, fiddling with the strings on your bikini, "If I just pulled this open, you wouldn't be wet from what I just did?"
"Of course I'm wet, you idiot, we're in a hot tub-"
Before you can finish what you're saying, his hand is inside your swimsuit. Your glare is too weak to be convincing as he strokes your pussy, smirking to himself.
"What I'm feeling isn't from the fucking hot tub, Y/N."
You frown before speaking, "If we do this, what happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub."
"Oh, please," he scoffs, "Princess, you're gonna be fucking begging me for more."
He pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan quietly, pressing closer to him even though you know this is a bad idea. Tyler continues working his fingers inside of you, curling them and moving them in and out.
"Fucking do it faster," you demand.
Instead of listening to you, he removes his fingers. Your jaw drops.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"
Tyler smirks at you, sliding his hand that was just fucking you up to rest against your throat, "Do I look like I'm kidding? I'm in charge here, Princess," he tightens his grip and squeezes slightly, making you whine slightly, "And I think you were right about needing a little discipline."
He pulls you forward by the neck and slams his mouth on yours. It's not a gentle kiss by any means. It's fierce and hungry. It's the culmination of years of both mutual hatred and desire.
You move your hands up to run through his curls while his free hand moves to untie your bikini top and bottom. You let them fall into the pool, forgotten as his hand continues to hold your throat and the other-
"Tyler, what the fuck," you cry out, "Did you just fucking spank me?"
Your bare ass is still stinging when he does it again, "Yeah, I fucking did. And I'll do it again if you don't stop being a fucking brat."
You stare at him incredulously, "Excuse me?"
He removes his hand from your throat before demanding, "Wrap your legs around me," when you hesitate, Tyler growls into your ear, "Right fucking now."
You do as he says, oddly exhilarated by the way he's completely taken charge of the situation. He presses his lips to yours again, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth, slapping your ass again when you don't open fast enough. You whine against his mouth.
"Go get a condom."
"I'm clean."
You glare at him, "I don't care. Go get a fucking condom."
He rolls his eyes, reaching for his discarded sweats and pulling one out of the pocket, quickly opening it and rolling it over his cock, giving it two quick strokes. You scoff at him.
"What, you just walk around with one at all times?"
"Well, considering what we're about to do, I'd think you'd be fuckin' happy about it."
"Whatever, Tyler."
He tilts his head to the side and grins at you, cupping your face in his hands, those fucking huge hands that are practically bigger than your face, "What happened to Ty? I liked that. That's what you're gonna call me if you wanna fucking come."
"Whatever, Tyler-"
And suddenly, he slams into you, making you nearly squeal his name at how well he fills you. How good he feels inside of you. You feel your head tilt back and your eyes close, but he grabs the back of your head with one hand, pushing it back upright.
"Eyes on me."
You open your eyes slowly to meet his, seeing them blown wide with lust. He looks more like an animal than a human as he moves his hips against yours at a breathtaking pace, filling you up perfectly with each thrust.
"Tyler," you moan, "More, please, faster."
"That's not what I told you to call me," he says, slowing his thrusts, "Fucking say it, Y/N."
"Ty," you whisper, "Please?"
Tyler grins and presses his lips to yours, using both hands to grab you by the ass and hold you in place so you can't move away from him as he continues his merciless assault on your pussy. Your mind is completely blank, all you can think of his him, how badly you want him, how badly you need to come.
And then he spanks you again, making you nearly scream, "Ty, fuck, please!"
"Fucking scream my name, Princess."
He spanks you again and slams into you once more, rutting against you feverishly. You feel yourself reaching your peak when he presses he presses his thumb against your clit, sending you over the edge, being able to say nothing, do nothing, except squeal his name.
You feel his thrusts falter as you squeeze him tightly, and he cums with a loud moan of your name.
He stays inside you for a moment, the two of you just looking at each other, shocked at what you just did, but not regretting it.
Tyler slowly pulls out of you, gently setting you down on the edge of the hot tub.
Both of you remain silent, but when you're able to catch your breath, you quickly grab the wet shirt that he'd tossed to the side and pull it on, grabbing your bikini and getting out of the pool.
"This was a one-time thing. What happens in the hot tub stays in the hot tub."
Tyler watches you walk off in nothing but his tee shirt, still trying to keep that false air of superiority about you, but he knows.
What happened in the hot tub definitely is not staying in the hot tub.