#tyler down imagine
Request: “Can you do more Monty x Tyler’s sister” - @idk888999
Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader | Tyler Down x Reader
Warning(s): Sexual tension
Word Count: 651
Gif: Mine
A/N: Hey, Monty is not on my top Boyfriend-To-Be list, but he is the only character I can match with this concept and it was requested.
“Okay, Courtney, but I’m just saying,” you sighed, closing your locker. You tucked your hair behind your ear. “I feel like there is a more appropriate way to integrate that.”
You saw Monty and his friends on the other side of the hall. He locked his eyes on you, making you shift your weight from one foot to the other.
“Yeah, but,” Courtney started.
You refocused your attention on her, placing your hand on her shoulder. “You know what? Why don’t we talk about this at the meeting?” She opened her mouth, but you didn’t give her time to reply. “Okay, great. I’ll let Marcus know.”
You left Courtney at your locker while you headed in the direction of Monty. You cocked your head at him, telling him to follow you. You looked into an empty classroom and decided to duck in there. Monty walked in before the door closed.
He caught your waist and spun you to face him. He attached his lips to yours, pulling your hips into him. You reached up to clutch his collar. His tongue dodged in between your lips, but you pulled away.
You sighed. “No, Monty.” You pushed him back slightly, making him let go of your waist.
“What?” He panted. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His eyes burned into you, waiting for a reply.
You rolled your eyes, taking your backpack off and placing it on the desk behind you. “Well, if you’d let me explain first…” You turned back to him and saw that Monty’s jaw was clenched. “You’ll chip a tooth, babe.” You kissed the corner of his mouth.
You needed him in a good mood. He’s been on edge lately, but you’ve really had a big favor to ask of him that you knew he won’t agree to. That is unless you have payback.
Monty’s shoulders relaxed and he allowed himself to slouch a bit. “What is it?” His tone was softer and less aggressive. He spent more time searching for eye contact than demanding it.
You ran a hand through your hair, inhaling deeply. “It’s Tyler.”
And with that, his whole demeanor shifted as quickly as it came. But he wasn’t angry, he was intrigued.
“He’s been, I don’t know, acting differently,” you started. “Listening to new music, dressing differently, hanging out with new friends-”
“He didn’t have friends in the first place,” Monty interrupted. You glared at him.
“The point is, Tyler’s been acting differently.” You leaned on the desk behind you. “And I know you and your friends give him a hard time, for a lot of things. All I’m asking is for you to lay off a bit.”
Monty leaned into you, placing his hands on the desk to trap you within him. “What do I get?”
You scoffed. “The gratitude of being a good person.”
Monty inhaled the air between his teeth. “Not enough, sweetcheeks.” He put his hand on the inside of your thigh.
“Monty,” you groaned. “Whatever, I don’t need you.”
You got up and grabbed your bag. You headed for the door, but Monty caught your arm.
“Stop,” he said roughly. “I’ll do it. I’ll lay off.” You smiled slightly and pulled him in for a short kiss. “But if he pisses me off, I can’t guarantee I won’t slam him into the lockers.”
You dismissed him with a playful smack. You pulled him by his collar for another peck. “Come on, I think Coach Patrick will want his room back.”
From the doorway, you saw Tyler in the hallway with his new friends wearing his homemade shirt. He saw you and nodded.
“Hey Tyler,” you smiled. You felt Monty wrap an arm around your stomach and press his body against your back. Monty’s presence made Tyler look down. “I’ll see you later.”
All he did was nod and walk on. The bell rang and you left Monty for your next period.
