Skin
tyriq withers x black!bm!reader
Girl, you my paintin', you my art installation Gonna fuck you, put you on the wall
All I wanna do is show you off, I want to put you on Why would I ever blow you off?
Right now, let's go get lost
warnings: vanilla smut, smoking, swearing,
a/n: Skin by Mac Miller came own during my smoking session and I was inspired:))
The cold yet humid Jacksonville night air slapped Tyriq in the face the second he stepped outta the rental. Sticky, thick air – the kind that made your clothes cling to you. Jasmine and honeysuckle, the same damn scent that always reminded him of her and her momma's garden.
He adjusted the duffel bag on his shoulder, that nervous little tic of his. Felt surreal, man, pullin' up to this house again after all the red carpets and bullshit. This was still home, kinda.
The porch light flickered on as he reached the steps, cuttin' a sharp outline of [Y/N] in the doorway. Even in the dim light, he could see the way her shape filled out them soft-ass shorts and tank top. A far cry from that cheerleader uniform she used to rock. Motherhood did somethin' to her, alright. Somethin' that twisted his gut in a way that made him wanna get her pregnant her all over again.
"Hey," she said, quiet.
"What's up?" he replied, tryin' to keep it cool.
He held out the bag. "Got some things for TJ, new shoes, games, some clothes for the winter, you know the basics."
"I appreciate it , Ty. He needs it. I’ve been working nights so I can get him the basketball stuff he wanted but he told not too. Must’ve been waitin' on his daddy to come through." She said chuckling
"It's nothin' he’s my son," he mumbled, feelin' kinda shy. "He with your momma?
[Y/N] nodded, gesturin' him inside. "Yeah, she took him to bible study. They ain't gonna be back for a minute, you can wait if you want ." She said casually
His heart damn near stopped. A minute alone with her?
"Yeah, I can chill."
The house was just as he remembered, comfy, lived-in. The smell of patchouly oil hung in the air, mixed with the leftover scent of dinner and wood from the fireplace.
He followed [Y/N] down the hall to her old room. Straight-up time capsule. Posters of old school rappers, makeup all over her vanity, and her corkboard. That damn corkboard.
He couldn't help but walk over to it, a smile twitchin' at the corner of his lips. There they were, frozen in time: photos from homecoming, that whack-ass prom photo, and a grip of maternity shots. [Y/N] had that glow back then, the kinda fierce protectiveness a new momma got. He remembered how proud he was, scared shitless, and deep in love. Still is, if he was being honest .
[Y/N] sat at the top of her bed, rollin' a vanilla backwood with a pro's touch. "So, how's the fame treatin' you, Mr. Hollywood?"
He chuckled, sitting at the bottom of her bed, he back and head leanin' against the wall .
"It's a trip, man. But I love it, miss this shit sometimes though , ya know? The quiet. Not havin' cameras in my face every two seconds."
She lit the blunt, takin' a deep drag before offerin' it to him. "I understand , I saw the movie though . You killed that role Ty. Seriously, I was so proud of you ." She said genuinely, looking into his eyes deeply.
"Thanks, [nickname]. That means a lot." He took the blunt, inhallin' that familiar vanilla tobacco.
"And I saw you mentionin' me on that podcast," she teased, a playful light in her eyes. "Sayin' how much you admire me. How any girl who’s gonna be in your life has to understand I come first no matter what?" She chuckled, batting her lashes jokingly
He playfully rolled his eyes. "I’m an actor, I get paid to lie." He laughed looking at her. She bust out laughin', throwin' her head back, her color 30 boho braids flowin' down her shoulders.
The laughin' died down, leavin' a comfortable silence. He noticed how close they were, her bare soft legs draped over his clothed ones.
"You still got a thing for me, don't you?" she asked, a teasing tone but a soft and real expression.
He didn't deny it. "I think it might be the other way around sweetheart" He teased her, nudgin' her leg playfully.
She leaned up and shoved him. "Boy, please you wish I wanted your ass."
But her smile gave her away.
Their eyes locked, and the air got thick. Years of unspoken shit, needs, complicated feelings. "Promise me somethin', Tyriq," she whispered, lookin' him dead in the eye. "Promise me you won’t let the fame interfere with our relationship, if I didn’t have you in my life I don’t know what I’d do. So promise me, please?."
He kissed his teeth. "Why the hell would I let fame make me forget you, [Y/N]? You stuck with me for life. You know that, right? You the mother of my son. You ain’t going nowhere that I won’t follow."
A slow-ass smile spread across her face. "I don't mind bein' stuck with you." She said in almost a whisper but loud enough for him to hear it.
He admire her face before he leaned in close, his breath warm on her cheek. She met him halfway, her lips partin' a little. The kiss started slow, hestitatin', like testin' the waters. Then, they allowed themselves to fully give in.
Years of holdin' back, yearing', everything came pourin' out in that kiss. It tasted like vanilla, shared memories, and a love that just wouldn't die.
His hands cupped her face, deepenin' the kiss. Her fingers rub the back of his freshly shaved buzz, pullin' him closer. He couldn't get enough.
He broke the kiss, his forehead touchin' hers. "You sure you wanna do this?." He asked breathlessly.
"I missed you, Ty," she breathed, her voice shaky.
That’s all he had to hear, his fingers fumbled with the hem of her tank top, slowly pullin' it up and over her head. Her breasts, heavy as hell, brown nipples peeking through the lace material, puffy from the breeze that slipped in from the window behind them. He swallowed hard, his eyes all over her.
She reached for his black crew neck , her hands shakin' as she raised it over his arms . He threw it off to the side, his toned golden chest on full display, definitely a change from the last time she seen him.
He kissed her again, his hands movin' down her body, gettin' under the waistband of her shorts. She helped him out, kickin' them off her legs. He leaned back for a second, takin' it all in – her thick thighs, her curves, her chocolate skin shinin' in the dim light, the stretch marks that reminded him of how beautiful she looked while carrying their son.
She noticed his stare and subconsciously covered herself, not fully comfortable with her mom bod yet, even all these years later.
“Nah don’t hide, let me see you baby” he said in a low husky voice, gently moving her arms to her sides. He knelt in front of her, positioning himself between her legs, lookin' her dead in the eye."You're so fucking beautiful, [Y/N]. Damn near perfect."
He slid inside her slow, her heat and wetness surroundin' him instantly . She gasped, her nails diggin' into his back.
"Tyriq," she moaned, voice low and tight.
He started movin', slow at first, then harder, faster. Their bodies workin' together, a familiar rhythm full of longin'.
"God damn it’s been so long" he whispered in her ear.
"Way too long " she said, breathin' hard.
Tyriq could feel his orgasm building, not even caring if he came too fast, he knew she was close too. He could tell by the way she tightened around him and her words became less and less coherent.
They came together, a mess of moans and groans. Tyriq didn’t even bother to pull out, lowkey hoping he’d get a call in few weeks telling him she was late.
He gently fell pulled out of her, her body shakin' as the cold air hit her puffy pussy.
He laid there beside her for a long time, catchin' his breath, all tangled up.
He kissed the top of her head. "I ain’t goin' nowhere [Y/N], I’m here. Always.” He said as he slowly drifted off to sleep, the scent of shea butter and marijuana in his nose, [Y/N] in his arms. Finally felt like he was home.
