Lots of people wondered what it was like to be with Tucker Pillsbury, he was famous, after all. But Tucker didn’t care for any of them. The only person he was interested in touching, kissing, fucking, was you, his girlfriend.

It was interesting for you to go on TikTok or something and watch what fans were posting about him. Funny videos and edited photos and they never failed to make you laugh.

It was a rare quiet night for the two of you. Usually he was busy, in the studio or playing a show or something, he was a busy man, but tonight, there was nothing besides the apartment and Tucker and you.

You were watching TikTok and he was watching some Netflix show on the TV, his hand on your knee, gently rubbing.

You’d softly laugh every few scrolls. Tucker loved the sound on your laugh. That’s until you actually let out a loud, genuine laugh and he looks over at you.

“Oh my God, Tucker, look at this,” You say with a grin on your face, tilting your phone screen towards him.

The video displayed on your phone was just a photo with text, specifically a photo you’d actually taken of your boyfriend, then posted on social media. The text read: ‘he’d definitely talk you through it.’

Tucker let out a snort of laughter as he read it. It was funny seeing fans speculate about his sex life or how he was in bed. Sort of objectifying, but Tucker didn’t mind much.

He clicks the like button on the post and grins at you, pushing your phone back. “Are you making these posts, now, babe? ‘Cause this is scarily accurate.”

He would talk you through it. He totally would. And fuck it, he did.