Tyler is the type of person to have dirty pictures of you as his wallpaper.

you're leaning over the sink as you wash your face with nothing on but a bra and underwear after Tyler just fucked you. he's standing in the doorway of the bathroom and just can't help but touch. so he slides his way into the bathroom and pushing his clothed lower half onto your ass. you are quick to stand just to find him grinning hard in the mirror—"you don't have anything better to do?" you ask, and he shakes his head, hands on your hips. "nope,"—he said before pulling his phone from his pants.

confused, you keep looking at him in the mirror until he pushes your back with his hand, signaling you to bend over, which you do. before he puts some of his weight onto your back and wraps his hand onto your jaw. "smile nice and big for me," he whispers in your ear, making you shiver—you do as he says and he snaps a picture.