NOT TOO DEEP, tyriq withers.
synopsis: the night you found out that beneath family cheer, the cheeky grin, silly antics, and quiet confidence tyriq is absolutely disgusting.
content: black!reader, holiday season, family introductions, intoxication, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, clit slapping, edging badd, finger sucking, p in v, counter missionary, cream pie, spit.
It’s felt like forever since you’ve shared that same room as tyriq.
A week of travel, early call times, press runs, podcasts tapings, and airports that all started to blur together. Leaving the two of you often on the opposite sides of the world, no time for dates. barely any time for calls and texts.
But Today? Today was easy and nerve wracking all at once.
Tyriq’s family house in Jacksonville is packed— warm with laughter, music, cousins wrestling somewhere in the back. Aunties cooking as if they were feeding a small army— the house smells like mac n cheese, collard greens, and a famous sweet potato pie.
The two of you barely stepped inside before you heard it.
“OHHHH, there she go! It’s the carpet girl y’all!” His older cousin waved you over with the biggest smile. “Baby you went viral! We saw that lil interview.”
“mhmmm— just cheesin’ like he ain’t ever seen a woman before.”
“Mmcht,” Tyriq groans, looking off with an embarrassing bite of his cheek. “Don’t start.”
“Camera ain’t do no justice, girl you just as gorgeous!”
“Nah tyriq run it back,” Another cousin chimes in, sneaking a piece of chicken on the side. “show us that lil two step.”
You cover your mouth, trying to stifle the giggle that slipped, everyone bursts out into laughter, as he dougies shamelessly throughout the kitchen. passing out hugs, daps, and kisses along the way. Making sure to introduce you properly.
Then his aunt rounds the marbled island, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, giving you that look wiser black women give whether the two of you are good for one another.
“So missy.” Carefully placing those beautiful jeweled rings back on her finger. “you the one behind the video of him looking all bashful online?”
You nod shyly, “That might’ve been me.”
Auntie raises a brow. “ Hmm. You cute, I like your hair.”
Tyriq watches you go with her as he rounds up with the men, all of them dapping him uo and whispering the moment you’d gone far enough.
Hours pass. Plates are cleaned. The older folk start settling. The younger cousins turn the living room into a makeshift party with a bluetooth speaker and liquor someone most definitely didn’t pull from out grandma’s cabinet. You’re dancing with tyriq’s cousins in the middle of the room— The informal after party where everyone’s a little tipsy and the family home turns into a club.
You let yourself sink into the celebration after a long week— no cameras, no red carpet, no pressure to hose or smile a certain way. you were free for the weekend to be whoever you wanted to be in that moment.
And a beat thrumming throughout your body.
The bass is heavy. The lights are dimmed, coiled tresses swinging with every move you make, and the liquor hits just right— loose, glowy, and warm in your belly.
It has your skin buzzing as you sway to the music. Slow rolling motions you only dance lie whenever you’re comfortable and tipsy. Hands trailing up your sides, fingertips brush at your soft curve of your waist, ribs, and neck. Eyes fluttering shit as you let the music take you.
Tonight was the freest you’ve felt in days.
Across the room rested tyriq, you didn’t notice at first but he definitely noticed you.
He’s posted up near the kitchen doorway, laughing with an uncle of his. No longer processing what was being said to him, everything blurring into nothing as he watches your hips away so swiftly. The shimmering glitter along your skin and neck, when it tilts back as you laugh. The way you touched your own body like the music was yours alone.
“Boy, close your mouth.” His cousin nudged him, “You starin’.”
Tyriq doesn’t even blink, rubbing the back of his neck with a laugh. “Mann, watch out.”
And when your eyes finally meet, you felt it.
The heat. The recognition. The slow hungry pull between two people that had been thinking about the other every damn day.
You smile softly— knowingly as you keep dancing.
Your friends of the night— aka his cousins— hype you up even more, spinning you around. Laughter bubbling up your chest when the men come in a start busting their moves.
Until you found him a few songs later, after his cousins peels off to grab drinks. You walk past his chair— hoping to get water, maybe another shot, but his hands grabs yours. Just enough to slow you down and let you feel the claim of his touch.
“You having fun?” He questioned, voice low and warm.
“Hmm, maybe..” you giggled, “I think you could use a bit more fun yourself boo.”
“You a little stiff in here..”
“Stiff huh?” He repeats with a low scoff, eyes dragging over your smooth peaking skin. Shaking his head with a slow grin. “You gon’ have to get me on your level then.”
You step closer, leaning in just enough that he can smell the holiday punch on your breath. “ain’t nothing to catch you up..”
“Whatever you having,” His tongue pushes against the inside of his cheek. A slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “however you wanna get me there..”
Instead of grabbing a drink himself, he keeps his eyes on you— Waiting. Expecting. Inviting. Strong hand wrapped around your thigh as he watches the bartender of the night slide you a sculpted glass. Filled with something smooth and golden just before turning back to him swirling the mixed concoction.
“open..” you whisper softly.
He blinks, his bluish green eyes meeting your curious brows. “Open what?”
You lift the glass, tipping it slight towards him.
He knows exactly what you're doing— and he likes it. You slowly bring the glass to his lips, letting the liquid spill into his mouth. Still holding your gaze he slowly parted his reddened lips, revealing his white teeth and pink tongue.
Your gentle fingers guide the rim to them carefully, supporting the bottom of the glass with one hand. Meanwhile the other? It was occupied with hooking two fingers under this hinge of his jaw, tilting his head up just enough.
And he lets you— lets you take care of it.
He swallows the drink, the sweet taste spreading through his mouth, throat flexing under your fingers as the alcohol burned his throat. Never breaking eye contact.
All while you look at him like he’s the one you’ve been waiting on all week.
And when the glass is empty, you drag your hand down, that tortoiseshell manicured thumb brushes at the corner of his mouth. Rubbing a soothing circling into the warm skin of his cheek before patting it twice, with a satisfied smirk.
Tyriq looks you over with a hungry bite of his lip, the purple of blue hues of light washing over him as it disco light bounced around the room, lips curving into a smirk. Settling into that low sectional again, legs spread, shirt wrinkled from the day, as the liquor courses through his veins.
He looks good— too fucking good. And your drunk enough, no needy enough, or was it just enough of both? To stop pretending you’re not thinking about him as much as you do.
So you climb into his lap.
Slow. Unhurried. Like you this was the exact placed you’ve wanted to be all night.
He inhaled sharply when your weight settles along his thighs, his hands instinctively gripping your hips guiding you exactly where he wants you. Hands mindlessly tracing down your sides, gliding against your curves before finally brushing at your feet— thumb brushing over your manicured toes. Your hands rest at his shoulders, sliding your fingers along the soft hairs resting at the nape of his neck.
Kissing his jaw first, the sharp line of it. Then lower, where his pulse thrummed against the soft delicate skin. Your lips open just the slightest— warm, slow, needy. His head tilts back, jaw tightening, eyes fluttering shut.
A shudder runs through him, a call of his name only gaining his attention for a brief second. A second to long in your hazed mind.
You don’t use words. Just a soft, spoiled little sound in the back of your throat as you lips graze along his skin. A whiny, needy plea that he’s only just discovered that you have.
“m’not going anywhere pretty girl..” Voice low and deep like a weighted murmur, lust simmering right beneath the sound.
A quiet pouty look, lower lip caught between your teeth, brows soft damn near pleading. Placing another kiss to his neck, followed by a soft frustrated sound. fingers sliding up his chest— tugging at his chain, while your body dragged against him as if you could get any closer.
“you gon’ just keep sittin’ here poutin’ in my lap,” lifting your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his low gaze head on. “ or you gon’ tell me what you want?”
Your lips hover over his— close enough to taste the liquor he swallowed for you. Your head was light but the way tyriq’s fingers pressed into your hips made you feel so present— every inch of your body tuned into the drag of his hands.
You whisper, just barely audible.
“Tyriq,” Your nose brushing his, lips ghosting over his mouth. “I want you..”
His pupils blow, eyes half-lidded, amused and aroused all at once. Giving you a look that shuts you up instantly.
He stands in one motion, taking you with him— legs wrapping around his waist before you even think. His hands gripping beneath your thighs, carrying you in his string hold. Family is still laughing, dancing, drinking, but none of it touches you.
You gasp against his neck as he carries you through the side hallway, ignoring the call of his name, or anyone who might be watching. Shouldering open the nearest door. It’s his old room. Dim. Quiet. The only sound is the distant bass from the living room and your quiet whimpers against his neck. He kicks the door closed behind him, locking it.
He drops you atop of the nearest dresser with a thud. Just hard enough to send a buzz to your already slicked clit. Your breath leaving in quick gasps when you back hits the cool surface of the wall.
He pulls you forward, hands grip your hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass, pulling you right to the edge of the dresser. "You want me?"
You heart breaks wildly in your chest, small hands working up his strong arms— from the forearm up to his juicy biceps. “riq— your family..?” you questioned softly.
“nobody worried bout us..” His hands move from your hips to your back, pulling you closer until your chest presses against his. Your breasts pillowed perfectly against his hard chest, nipples pebbling through the thin fabric of your top. “I asked you a question..”
you nod, eyes dragging up to his, hazy and warm. full of drunken need, lingering too long in his mouth, his hands, his everything.
His hand moves to your face, thumb brushing against your bottom lip, pushing it down softly. He watches as your mouth parts slightly, tongue peaking out to wet your lips. He swallows hard, hand moving from your face to your throat.
"You been missin’ me that bad?".
You just smile— a smile that was slow, tipsy, and full of truth. Your lips ghost against his neck, pressing a wet kiss against the spot that made him groan softly. Tyriq tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his throat to you. The sound rumbling through his chest like a purr.
You just smile— a smile that was slow, tipsy, and full of truth. Your lips ghost against his neck, pressing a wet kiss against the spot that made him groan softly. He tilts his head back slightly, exposing more of his throat to you. The sound rumbling through his chest like a purr.
His fingers curled around your throat, flexing in a slow squeeze that made your body grow hot, using that grip to guide you off his neck. His lips hovering just above yours, teasing and tormenting.
His breath mingles with yours, warm and sweet from the liquor. He doesn't close the distance between your mouths, instead his hands slowly inch upwards. Pushing up that sweater dress until they reach your lace underwear.
fingers hooking beneath the fabric and gently pulls it to the side. Whispering against your lips. "Tell me to stop.."
But you don’t— you can’t.
Your eyes stay locked on his. Both of you looking each other through the same warm haze, drinking each other in.
His fingers slowly trace along your slit, feeling the wetness that's already gathered there. He groans softly against your lips, still grazing. “s’wet for me…” He murmurs, fingers circling your clit lightly. He other hand ups your cheek, tilting your head back slightly. “open for me?”
Your mouth opens, his strong hand keeping your head tilted just right for him as you let out soft purrs below. His mouth hovering just above yours, trickling spit into your mouth. Tongue snaking out, catching the spit before it can fall down your chin and swallowing it back down, hand on your throat tightening slightly as his finger dips inside you, mouth parting beneath his with a sweet moan, quickly replacing it with a bite of your bottom lip to quiet yourself.
“You drunk..” he murmured against your mouth, his lips brushing against yours with every word. His gaze drops to your lips, watching the way they move as you breathe. As your tongue peeks out to wet your lips again. “Drunk as fuck ain’t you?”
A slow smile spreads across your face, chin slicked with his spit. Slurring out a hum, when he fingers grooves itself deeper into your pussy. He murmurs approvingly, adding another— stretching you out slowly.
His free hand moves to your hip, pulling you closer as his fingers curl inside of you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
You moan out, legs giving him a quick tremble when he finally found that spot. Walls sucking him in with a wet shlick, oozing out more slick off the sound of his voice alone. “feels s’good baby..”
"making my pretty girl feel good hm?" He hums against your neck, sucking a wet kiss there. He starts to slowly pump those fingers in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. His voice drops lower, rumbling against your neck as he feels your walls sucking him in. "Pussy so wet for me…”
Your whine grew louder, hips meeting his fingers with every thrust. Ears growing hot as he brought you close to the edge. His lips finally meet yours in a sloppy wet kiss, tongue pushing into your mouth to taste you.
Your lips broke away first, lungs working overtime to catch the same breath that was being stolen from you. Chest rising and falling against his, the edges of bliss still trembling through you— hot, dizzying, almost too much.
and god you were so close.
That coil deep in your belly screwed tight around itself, ready to snap at any moment until it all disappears. Tyriq smirking against your lips, as he fingers slid out of your pussy. Eyes glued to your pretty face all the feelings that faded from it.
And he thought you wet so pretty like this— cheeks flushed, lips swollen, breath warm against his skin. Dizzy. Wanting. Trying to steady yourself.
“Nah..” He shook his head slightly, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking your juices off. His tongue curling around his digits, cleaning them off thoroughly. He leaned back in, lips hovering just over yours. "That ain’t what you been whining for all night.."
“Riq’ please…” You whine, your pussy was empty and clenching. His other hand moved to your inner thigh, slowly spreading your legs further apart, his thumb and forefingers, revealing your pretty little clit. His eyes flicked down between your legs before back up to your face.
He snaps his wrist, slapping it. Your back arches, mouth hanging opening,soundless. He smirks cruelly. Each smack of his fingers sends shockwaves through your body, keeping right on the edge. just how he wanted you.
Legs tensing when those thick digits swirl around your clit. Pussy pooling with slick, as your hands fumbled around him— pulling at his belt frustratedly. Tyriq watches with an amused smile.
“Tell me..” finally reaching down to help you with his belt. He undoes it slowly, watching your desperate state with amusement and hunger in his eyes.
“I already told you..” you whisper softly, tongue teasingly licked across his lips. “I want you.”
He murmured back. His lips brushing against yours with each word. He pulls away to pull his shirt off first, exposing his toned abs and muscular chest. He throws it somewhere across the room before he finally gets back to his belt. pushing his pants down just enough to free his thick dick— grabbing it by the base, giving it a slow stroke while looking down at your sticky pussy.
You watch him in awe, fingers tracing every curve, dip, of his chest and abs. The way his dick bobbed up and down, precum beading off that pink throbbing tip. practically begging to be touched.
He uses his free hand to push your dress up further, exposing more of your thick thighs. Sliding up the sides of your curvy waist, exposing your soft belly and hard nipples. His heavy eyes dragging over your body with a bite of his lip.
He whispers, tapping the head of his dick against your clit over and over. That beaded liquid mixing with your slick, making the most disgusting mess between your thighs. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around your thigh as he lifts it up and wraps it around his waist.
Your nearly folded, lip combo smeared sexily along his lips. Then he slides that fat tip over your buzzing clit,every ridge and vein of his dick pressing against the sensitive skin.
He watches as his dick slides through your slick lips, collecting more of that oozing wetness. Teasing your clit with just the tip, watching as it swelled and throbbed. “You want this dick?”
You hum, listening to the sound of your slick as it glides through your folds. Whining whenever he that fat tip barely dipped into your clenching pussy.
“Tell me you want it,” grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His gaze is stern, commanding. He watches as your pussy struggles to hold onto just the tip, clenching around it, hungry for more. Sinking just an inch before pulling out again. “That’s all you gotta say..”
“I want it so bad baby..” you whine out, both you eyes lingering on each other slow and unsteady. His hips finally press forward never sinking deeper more a few inches into that clamping hole of yours, dick so thick your pussy clung to it like a second skin.
Your fingers dig at the skin of his back, lips parting in sync as the both of you let out a relieved moan.
Each thrust is slow and steady, as he stretches you open wide. Eyes rolling back whenever he sinks to a full six inches, Watching you two toned pussy cover his dick in your wet slick. “Open her up f’me..”
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside. Pushing back in and hitting a spot inside that makes your legs tense around him.
“s-shittttt” you mewl, just as he sinks deep inside of you. Pelvis flush with his as your pussy welcomed him with loud slick squelch.
"Justtt like that.." He smirks, his hips starting a slow grind against your pelvis. His thick length rubbing against that spot inside of you with every roll of his hips. Keeping one hand wrapped around your leg, holding it open wide while he fucked you deeply with slow, controlled thrusts. Tapping that cervix then slowly pulling out to watch those pink gushy walls grip at his dick so tight.
His hands slide down your neck, over your shoulders until they reach your arms. He lifts them above your head, pinning them there with one large hand. Fucking you steady, feeding you every thrust that his body rolled against you.
His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer as he continues to fuck you deeply. His hips moving in slow, deliberate circles against yours, ensuring that every thrust hits deep, making that pussy open up perfectly. “This what you wanted? Hm?”
“nghhhh—yessss!” you whine long and hard, chest heaving to collect the same air tyriq knocked out of you. Thick dick dragging against your gushy walls. That pretty pout on your face that he never wanted to go away, “s’ fucking heavy daddy..”
“mhm heavy as fuck for my pretty girl." He pulls back slightly, looking down at where you were connected. Pelvis grinding against your clit with every downward stroke. Leaning down to kiss you deeply, swallowing every moan that left your lips.
And the kiss was so sloppy.
Your tongues mingling while he continued to stroke your pussy like he loved everything about you.
“oh. my. go— why are you fucking me like thisss?” you whined mid stroke, thick dick hittin so deep it made you drool. Strokes becoming more steady than slow.
Tyriq ignores you though, focused on the way your slicked pooled around his dick. Dripping every single time he pulls out before pushing right back into your hot pussy. Each thrust deliberate and deep, thumb finding your clit and swirling. “Shh, just feel it mama..”
A pretty pout on your face as fucked every single inch into you, hitting so deep over and over. digging deeper than ever you’ve ever felt before.
“That’s a good fucking girl..” He groans, watching your pretty face contort with pleasure. His thick dick hitting so deep that your eyes watered slightly, the feeling overwhelming. Soreading your pussy lips apart, watching as he disappears completely inside you with each stroke.
“Fat ass pussy taking that dick..”
Tyriq had your thighs spread so far they burned.
Fat mushroomed tip slamming against your cervix, digging a creamy slick out of that gushy pussy. grabbing your legs and pulling them back until your ankles were practically touching his red ears. opening you up impossibly wide.
“so fucking messy, just look..”
“m’ bout to cum daddy” His fingers wrap messily into your big curls, pulling your head forward to watch as he strokes that pussy slow and deep. That white cream drowning his dick, milky white slick leaking where the two of you were connected. “nghhhh—”
It was becoming too much for the both of you.
"ouuuuu— fuckkkk.." He moans.
Deep and begging as he starts to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. The wet sounds of your pussy echoing in the room in the most filthy ways.
You were just so fucking wet, messy, and taking every inch like you wanted to be full of him. His head falls back, eyes rolling as you swallowed all eight inches. losing himself in your pussy.
“shittttt” He a moaning mess, watching your pussy eat his dick up greedily, squeezing his base everytime his pelvis met yours. Every thrust hitting something deep inside of you that made you moan and whine loudly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "This fucking pussy gon make me nut..."
“Unt-uh..” you whine out, legs trembling in his strong calloused hands, leaving crescent marks as they digging into your thighs. Roughly cupping his face stubbled jaw, “Keep those pretty eyes on me..”
He whines, his eyes snapping back to yours. Watches as your mouth drops open in pleasure— your hair wild, breasts bouncing with each thrust, lips parted and sexy as fuck. Then he drops that dick, making your pussy spurt out a stream. Breaking down that damn that left you squirting on his dick.
“ouuuuu— fuck mommy. give me that shit”
splattering all over his abs and dick, washing away the milky white cream that covered his dick only seconds ago.
Filling you up with the most whiney, pathetic moan.
“Happy. Fucking. Thanksgiving. Baby..”
