A/N: I saw a bunch of edits of Tyriq at the Met Gala on Tiktok, and wrote this down.
Summary: It was the night of the Met Gala with your boyfriend, Tyriq Withers. Your manager attempts to discuss business while you, and your man decide to spend some time alone.
Warnings: fingers in mouth, exhibitionist kink, fingering(fem receiving), oral(m), dirty talk, slight voyeurism, consensual for both parties, kissing, unprotected sex, drunk sex, cussing, choking, mirror sex, fingering, fluff, cute moments.
You stood between Keith Powers your boyfriend, Tyriq Withers, and on the carpet at the Met Gala, in front of the camera and your brown eyes locked on the interviewer and asked you, and your castmates Keith and Tyriq about the movie, you fake smiled and nodded.
It’s been hours and hours, of interviews, talk shows, photoshoots, and talking with your manager Leonaa nd bodyguard Felix to make sure you're good.
But this was exhausting mentally and physically, you knew that this part came with the entertainment industry but the fame part was difficult, deranged and delusional, stalker fans, toxic gossip blogs ready to get something on you.
The worst part was no privacy when it came to certain things.
“Y/N, how does it feel to be in an award-nominated and award-winning film with Keith, and Tyriq?” The interviewer asked, using a bright tone.
“It feels great to be in this film beside these two, showing the right ways to tackle certain topics that are spoken about enough, you feel that my character Nia is conflicted and chooses the one who’s been yearning for her all along, it’s reminded us that she’s human,” You spoke with confidence, smiling again. Your cheeks ached in pain.
You’ve been acting for seven years, your film credits have expanded significantly, and you’ve won Emmys and an Oscar by the age of 31. Hobnobbing with your favorite stars like Angela Bassett, who inspired your dream.
You were picky when it came to roles in Hollywood, the reboots, remakes, sequels and constant shady, predatory directors, asshole producers, and stuck and entitled managers.
But you finally your manager Leona, who was the best in the business. You preferred working with a black women, you felt safe, seen, and protected properly by her. You had to do so much on your own but it took a toll on you.
You've made it, you were proud of yourself. You had a black-owned production, management team.
You starred in a black romance movie titled More To Love, which revolves around two close friends employed at a black-owned law firm. In the story, they handle legal cases, and things take a turn when your ex, portrayed by Keith, arrives to propose. Your character named Nia never forgot how much her ex hurt you from heartbreak and betrayal, so your character pretend to be with your colleague Tyriq.
It was very similar to your story when you began dating in high school, Keith played the role so well and it made you not speak to him, you explained to him that the story was personal to you. He understood completely, shared the same story as you and he apologized.
As the interviewer continued to throw questions your way and Tyriq’s, you could feel the weight of the promotional duties pressing down on you. Your cheeks ached from the forced smiles, and you stole a glance at him, who flashed you a reassuring grin. It was a momentary distraction from the barrage of queries.
You spotted Beyoncé beside her daughter, Blue Ivy, and Jay-Z. The overlapping voice of paparazzi chiming in, after another.
Soon enough, Tyriq held your hand reassuringly, and walked with you, beside Keith, and his fiancée Ryan Destiny. Smiling pretty for the cameras, flashing from left to right.
You wore a black knee-length dress that exposed your back paired with black heels, French tip nails with gold rings, and your natural curls pulled up in a cute bun. Your plump lips are adorned with lip gloss, and Your dark brown skin beautifully shines.
The cameras wrapped up once Beyoncé left with her husband, and daughter, you felt a rush of relief. You stepped out of the studio and outside to the lane that led to the red carpet, the rush of the night almost dissipating.
“Great work, we’re getting to the finish line,” your manager spoke up, nodding.
“Yeah, we did,” You sighed until the both of them noticed that you looked exhausted. Burnout approaching.
“You okay baby?” He asked concerned, his brows raising.
You shake your head, “No, sweetie. I’m tired as hell,”
Tyriq rubbed your back in the soothing circle, the feel of his hand and the cold chill from the gold metal of his ring sent a shiver down your spine.
“It’s going to be alright, once we’re done with this Met Gala, we’ll be heading home after that okay?” Tyriq reassured you softly, kissing your cheek.
You nodded, biting down on your lip as you gazed upon the man, he smelled good with the scent of cinnamon and citrus. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, your thumb swiped over. He groaned lowly.
Regrettably, the gossip and dating scene have been lacking recently; you vowed to avoid dating celebrities because of all the negative press surrounding them, as they tend to be deceitful and dishonest.
Tyriq had his eyes on the moment he met you, and he wasn't like the rest, he was funny, kind, patient and charismatic. 
The better you got to know him, the closer you became, transforming the typical friends-to-lovers storyline from the film you acted in into something genuine in real life. Who would have thought?
The four of you stepped toward the capret laid out for you, a fence in front of you to block paparazzi from stepping too close, Ryan, Keith, and Tyriq stayed between you, he held your hand.
Relax, you said in the depths of your mind. It almost suffocating from amount of things happening all at once. Your cheeks on your face ached again, your mom did tell you that if you kept that face, it would freeze up like that.

Was she just messing with you? Yeah, she definitely was. You resumed walking close with your man along the velvet red carpet as you peeped at the waiting limo at the end of the carpet rope. So close.
Until you were stopped by someone in the paparazzi, fuck, you were so close. They annoyed the hell of you A LOT. The fact they get paid a huge amount of money for this should be a crime.
"Show us some love!" a photographer shouted out with enthusiasm.
Next thing you know, the couple strode past the two of you before winking at you while his hand snaked from your back to around your waist, wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a snow day.
"I've got you, don't worry," Tyriq said in a reassuring tone, smiling at you as you mirrored the warm action.
The warmth of Kelvin's body against yours caused your heart to flutter, his touch made you feel safe, protected from everything and everyone out there, especially in Hollywood, another destructive, soul-sucking world that you heard of, seen in documentaries, scary Lifetime movies, tv shows, the news.
Tyriq’s head turned towards you, leaning in close before you did, his plump lips brushed against yours, pressing his onto yours gently. You kissed him back passionately after pulling away from each other.
“We’ve got a new star couple!” someone shouted in glee, you couldn't help but mentally roll your eyes. Here we go.
That was the big announcement from the two of you and to the world.
People had a lot to say, and celebrity relationships won’t last long, in and out like a drive-thru. Cheating, sex scandals, some weird cult shit, or some connection to the Illuminati.
"I'll see you lovebirds later," Keith spoke up, waving goodbye to you.
You waved back in response, smiling at Keith with a head tilt. He was so sweet, you focused on the cameras flashing before winking at the camera.
At this point, when is it going to be over? It had to be.
You walked through the strobing lights of the cameras, moving from side to side in those same painful heels. With a forced smile for the photographers and your boyfriend by your side, you were nearing the limousine.
"Time to leave, beautiful," he whispered in your ear, gently guiding you toward the sleek, black limo.
"Thank God," you whispered back, turning to face him, walking toward the door as Tyriq opened the door.
You ducked your head and settled into the plush suede backseat of the limo with its tinted deep windows, which was spacious and the color of ink black for the seats and the car floor below your heels were soft as a cloud, the color of macaroon cream.
Tyriq ducked his head and settled onto the suede backseat beside you, grinning at you like he was ready to eat you out in the backseat as he shut the door behind himself. "Glad that's over and done with, now I can focus on you," he said, his tone low and seductive.
You chuckled lightly, biting down your lips, clenching your legs before opening the door to the refrigerator and grabbing a champmage botte, "l need a drink first before I deal with your nasty ass," you shot back using a sinful smirk.
The limo had buttons atop your heads, for the white florescent lights including a small refrigerator for drinks, water bottles, champagne, and wine.
He grabbed the glasses and passed one to you, before kissing your lips again, the taste of strawberry lips gloss adorned his lips, your thumb carefully rubbed it off. He groaned at your touch, damn he was in love with you.
“You are nasty, Tyriq,” You chuckled lightly.
“I'm nasty?!” Tyriq exclaimed dramatically, his hand over his chest.
"Yeah, you heard me right. All those kisses on the red carpet, I can't help but feel like you're trying to stake your claim," You laughed, pouring the champagne into the glasses.
He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer, his voice dropping an octave."And what if I am? You're mine. And I'm yours, You know that, right?"
You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took a sip of the bubbly drink. "l do know that, but let's not forget that the limo driver is watching us," you whispered back.
“The window is closed, though. The driver is a woman.”
"Agreed, I'm not sure about how long this drive so how about we make the most of it? Hm?" Tyriq asked with a soft hum, shrugging.
The two of you finished your drinks, feeling the buzz of the drink flow through you, "Yeah, how about we try an exhibitionist kink that I want to do?" You suggested to him.
The sleek limo began to take a gentle turn to the right, going through the bright towering lights and passing through other cars, paying them no mind, as if you two were the only ones in the world.
He nodded, it was something that he never thought he'd do but with you, he wanted to try it. Just thought of it turned him on. An idea popped up in his head.
You grinned at the man before kissing down his neck, "You're bad, huh?" you said to him.
His fingers trailing over your arm and shivered from his touch, with your hand snaked below his pants before stopping, “Can I suck your dick? Just a taste Ty?” you whispered softly in his ear.
His breath hitched from your voice, and he nodded at you. “Y/N..yes you can, don't make me beg,” he sighed blissfully with a smirk. He was in for a treat from you, he didn't even know it yet.
And with his consent, you unzipped his zipped and gently slid down his boxers and pants a little bit, kissing his tip before wrapping your mouth around his thick, long brown dick, his arms rested on the armrest of the limo.
His tongue gliding over his lips, he groaned loudly once you bopped your head onto his dick, your tongue tracing shapes on the veins, he knew you looked so gorgeous doing this, “Fuck…so beautiful, suck it harder..” Tyriq panted heavily, his head fell back onto the soft cushion.
“Mmm..so good,” you mumbled lowly, your hand stroking him with your fingers rolling between his balls, he grunted once he locked eyes with the female limo driver.
The soft slurping and squelching sounds filled the car, the warmth of your mouth spurred him one.
“That mouth of yours..is perfect, I couldn't resist you, seeing you walk down that carpet…fuck!” Tyriq shouted out, pushing his hips upwards into your mouth.
Your palm stroked Tyriq’s dick with your cheeks hollowing around him as spit dripped from the corner of her lips, spit stuck to your hand and tricked down to his balls, "Fuck..Y/N.." he groaned deeply, his hands gripping the armrest tightly, You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body.
“It’s turning me on when you suck this dick…that feels so fucking good,” Tyriq moaned again, hearing your muffled moans in response, filling that exhibitionist side of you once the driver’s eyes flickered back to your man.
You bopped your head faster and your cheeks hollowed harder, wetting his dick and seats up, covered with drops of precum and spit. Staining his pants, your dress. Good thing both of you wore black, “Just like that! Shit!”
His balls tightened in response around your fingers, his mouth parted as you twisted your hand around his dick, squeezing it lightly. “Shit!….Shit!…Y/N, please!” he begged for you, he gasped as if he lost oxygen in his lungs.
Finally, he reached it, his hot cum spilling into your mouth, you quickly swallowed every drop while you lifted you head, “It was good wasn't it?” You bragged with confidence, Smiling and using a warm towel from the edge to clean your mouth, you tossed it into the trash. You put his dick back into his boxers, he zipped them up, and pulled up his pants.
Before you could reply, his hand settled on the back of your neck, drawing you in. He kissed you passionately and intensely, and as you returned the kiss, you let out a moan. When you finally pulled away, a strand of saliva connected your lips and his.
“That was amazing, baby, my turn,” he sang playfully, giving you an tender kiss as you moaned, your pussy from his touch.
More friction, desperately.
You leaned in, “Touch me, please,” you whimpered softly, giving him consent to touch you.
His fingers grazed the edge of your dress as Tyriq planted kisses on your collarbone, marking your deep brown skin with hickeys. “Tyriq…” you moaned again, His fingers slipped beneath your panties, sensing your wetness through the fabric, humming softly in response against your shoulder.
“I couldn't leave my girl like this, so wet just from sucking my dick off?” Tyriq asked in a deep tone, his voice deepening. His finger rubbing your clit. “Y-yeah, I-it was big, couldn't fit it all..” you groaned before moving your hips. No teasing was a rule of yours, but Tyriq’s hand slid through your panties, pinching your clit.
He pushed your panties to the side, and rolled them down and off your ankles. You parted your legs wide for him, while gazing into his eyes, “You’re so fucking nasty, girl,” he groaned softly, his legs parted a bit.
His fingers parted your folds and slipped inside with ease, making you moan wildly, causing Kendra, the female driver to look back at him but she paid attention to the road still. “Shhh, I got you, my girl’s been stressed out?” he said, his lips nibbling on your bottom lip, the taste of wine and lip gloss.
“Yes..fuck!” you cried out, rolling your hips to that torturous pace, your arms wrapped around his shoulders tight, he must've told the driver to take the long way, your essence poured onto the seats, as he gently pulled the strings of your dress, your breasts poked out. He licked his lips.
“Beautiful titties,” he mumbled, his hands cupping your breasts softly, his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking them, pinching your nipples roughly before sucking the right softly. “Mhhm..” you hummed but moaned, you’d almost forgotten that you were still in the limo, you definitely needed this. Your hand rested on the back of his nape, feeling that comforting warmth.
In need of his touch as if it was religious, you hoped to your ancestors and God above that Kendra kept driving, eventually you would get home later, you need more.
His fingers thrust in and out of you, he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, he pressed your back to his clothed chest. “I love it when you make a fucking mess on my fingers, I can't wait to feel it on my dick,” He teased, curling up his fingers. He was so nasty, so passionate. His dick hardens in his pants.
“I..i..I love this shit with you, so much, get deeper for me, baby,” You babbled softly, panting while moving your hips a bit. Your hands gripped the armrest, Tyriq was still behind you, keeping you close so you wouldn't hurt yourself.
“Oh shit! Shit! Tyriq!” you moaned suddenly once his fingers slid in deeper, your wet walls clenched tightly around his digits. Your wetness covered him completely and stained his pants but didn’t care.
The limo resumed driving straight again, while the little bumps on the roads made every sensation. Your pussy sucked his fingers right back in and clenched tight, “That’s right, you feel it? That pussy sucked me back in..fuck,” Tyriq groaned raspily, biting down his lip, You gasped, feeling the rhythm of his fingers and the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
The thrill of being in a moving vehicle, with the driver just a few feet away, was pulling you close to the edge. You were so close, but you weren't ready to go home; he pressed his bulge against you and moved his hips, “Don't see what you do to me?” Tyriq groaned as he felt your ass against him, giving your backside a playful smack that made you moan, clearly turned on by you.
His thumb flattened on your clit and circled, your mind blurred from pleasure and saw thousands of stars behind your closed eyelids, you were moaning loudly as his fingers went faster. “That pussy knows me so well,” Tyriq teased with a grin.
“You’re so good to me, just a little more baby,” You begged, your voice softened a bit, his fingers hit that sweet spot. Moving in a ‘come here’ motion over and over. “I got you,”
You nodded, feeling the tension build within you, the pressure mounting as he resumed to thrust his fingers, in and out, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. “You drive me crazy, I'm gone fuck you so good when we get in that house,”
After his fingers turned sporadic and curled again, you felt yourself clench around his fingers. Waves crashing over you as you cried out his name, “Tyriq!”
He slowed his movements, letting you ride out the waves of your orgasm, feeling you pulse around him. The rush of it left you breathless, and you leaned back against his chest, panting as the aftershocks coursed through you.
“Damn, you’re beautiful when you cum,” he murmured, planting soft kisses along your shoulder and lips, sending little sparks of electricity through your body.
You turned to face him, still catching your breath. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased, a playful smile creeping onto your lips.
Tyriq chuckled, the sound low and rich, filling the quiet space of the limo. “I love you,” he said, he pulled out his fingers, watching you tie up the strings in the back of your dress.
“I love you too,” you agreed, stealing a quick kiss from him, feeling the warmth radiating between you.
The car slowed down, you could see the lights of your house glowing in the distance. “Looks like we're almost home,” you said, a hint of reluctance in your voice.
“That was fun, I liked that,” Tyriq replied, grinning like it was his birthday and he enjoyed his present. His eyes are still on you.
You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “Yeah, I liked it too,” you said, that shy side coming out.
The limo finally came to a stop, and the driver turned to look at you both. “We’ve arrived,” she announced with a knowing smile, as if she understood the connection that had just blossomed between you two.
“Thanks, Kendra,” you said, feeling a bit shy as you realized the driver had witnessed more.
Tyriq opened the door, helping you out as you stepped onto the pavement. The cool night air hit your skin, and you shivered slightly, but Tyriq wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close again. He closed the door and let Kendra that he pay her immediately, apologizing for the mess on the seats.
“Let’s get inside,” he said, his tone both playful and protective.
Once inside, you closed the door behind yourself. Tyriq brought you into the bedroom, removing his suit as you peeled off your dress.
He quickly kissed you, your lips meeting. Your legs spread, he buried his dick inside you. His hands on your hips.
“My beautiful girl,” he groaned softly.
And with that, he made love to you all night long, distrubing your neighbors who obviously sent a nose complaint but you knew Tyriq would talk care of it. Your moans echoed through the walls, he kissed your shoulder and said, “Fuck ‘em, you can scream as loud as you want to,”
A/N: I saw a bunch of edits of Tyriq at the Met Gala on Tiktok, and wrote this down.
Summary: It was the night of the Met Gala with your boyfriend, Tyriq Withers. Your manager attempts to discuss business while you, and your man decide to spend some time alone.
Warnings: fingers in mouth, exhibitionist kink, fingering(fem receiving), oral(m), dirty talk, slight voyeurism, consensual for both parties, kissing, unprotected sex, drunk sex, cussing, choking, mirror sex, fingering, fluff, cute moments.
You stood between Keith Powers your boyfriend, Tyriq Withers, and on the carpet at the Met Gala, in front of the camera and your brown eyes locked on the interviewer and asked you, and your castmates Keith and Tyriq about the movie, you fake smiled and nodded.
It’s been hours and hours, of interviews, talk shows, photoshoots, and talking with your manager Leonaa nd bodyguard Felix to make sure you're good.
But this was exhausting mentally and physically, you knew that this part came with the entertainment industry but the fame part was difficult, deranged and delusional, stalker fans, toxic gossip blogs ready to get something on you.
The worst part was no privacy when it came to certain things.
“Y/N, how does it feel to be in an award-nominated and award-winning film with Keith, and Tyriq?” The interviewer asked, using a bright tone.
“It feels great to be in this film beside these two, showing the right ways to tackle certain topics that are spoken about enough, you feel that my character Nia is conflicted and chooses the one who’s been yearning for her all along, it’s reminded us that she’s human,” You spoke with confidence, smiling again. Your cheeks ached in pain.
You’ve been acting for seven years, your film credits have expanded significantly, and you’ve won Emmys and an Oscar by the age of 31. Hobnobbing with your favorite stars like Angela Bassett, who inspired your dream.
You were picky when it came to roles in Hollywood, the reboots, remakes, sequels and constant shady, predatory directors, asshole producers, and stuck and entitled managers.
But you finally your manager Leona, who was the best in the business. You preferred working with a black women, you felt safe, seen, and protected properly by her. You had to do so much on your own but it took a toll on you.
You've made it, you were proud of yourself. You had a black-owned production, management team.
You starred in a black romance movie titled More To Love, which revolves around two close friends employed at a black-owned law firm. In the story, they handle legal cases, and things take a turn when your ex, portrayed by Keith, arrives to propose. Your character named Nia never forgot how much her ex hurt you from heartbreak and betrayal, so your character pretend to be with your colleague Tyriq.
It was very similar to your story when you began dating in high school, Keith played the role so well and it made you not speak to him, you explained to him that the story was personal to you. He understood completely, shared the same story as you and he apologized.
As the interviewer continued to throw questions your way and Tyriq’s, you could feel the weight of the promotional duties pressing down on you. Your cheeks ached from the forced smiles, and you stole a glance at him, who flashed you a reassuring grin. It was a momentary distraction from the barrage of queries.
You spotted Beyoncé beside her daughter, Blue Ivy, and Jay-Z. The overlapping voice of paparazzi chiming in, after another.
Soon enough, Tyriq held your hand reassuringly, and walked with you, beside Keith, and his fiancée Ryan Destiny. Smiling pretty for the cameras, flashing from left to right.
You wore a black knee-length dress that exposed your back paired with black heels, French tip nails with gold rings, and your natural curls pulled up in a cute bun. Your plump lips are adorned with lip gloss, and Your dark brown skin beautifully shines.
The cameras wrapped up once Beyoncé left with her husband, and daughter, you felt a rush of relief. You stepped out of the studio and outside to the lane that led to the red carpet, the rush of the night almost dissipating.
“Great work, we’re getting to the finish line,” your manager spoke up, nodding.
“Yeah, we did,” You sighed until the both of them noticed that you looked exhausted. Burnout approaching.
“You okay baby?” He asked concerned, his brows raising.
You shake your head, “No, sweetie. I’m tired as hell,”
Tyriq rubbed your back in the soothing circle, the feel of his hand and the cold chill from the gold metal of his ring sent a shiver down your spine.
“It’s going to be alright, once we’re done with this Met Gala, we’ll be heading home after that okay?” Tyriq reassured you softly, kissing your cheek.
You nodded, biting down on your lip as you gazed upon the man, he smelled good with the scent of cinnamon and citrus. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, your thumb swiped over. He groaned lowly.
Regrettably, the gossip and dating scene have been lacking recently; you vowed to avoid dating celebrities because of all the negative press surrounding them, as they tend to be deceitful and dishonest.
Tyriq had his eyes on the moment he met you, and he wasn't like the rest, he was funny, kind, patient and charismatic. 
The better you got to know him, the closer you became, transforming the typical friends-to-lovers storyline from the film you acted in into something genuine in real life. Who would have thought?
The four of you stepped toward the capret laid out for you, a fence in front of you to block paparazzi from stepping too close, Ryan, Keith, and Tyriq stayed between you, he held your hand.
Relax, you said in the depths of your mind. It almost suffocating from amount of things happening all at once. Your cheeks on your face ached again, your mom did tell you that if you kept that face, it would freeze up like that.

Was she just messing with you? Yeah, she definitely was. You resumed walking close with your man along the velvet red carpet as you peeped at the waiting limo at the end of the carpet rope. So close.
Until you were stopped by someone in the paparazzi, fuck, you were so close. They annoyed the hell of you A LOT. The fact they get paid a huge amount of money for this should be a crime.
"Show us some love!" a photographer shouted out with enthusiasm.
Next thing you know, the couple strode past the two of you before winking at you while his hand snaked from your back to around your waist, wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a snow day.
"I've got you, don't worry," Tyriq said in a reassuring tone, smiling at you as you mirrored the warm action.
The warmth of Kelvin's body against yours caused your heart to flutter, his touch made you feel safe, protected from everything and everyone out there, especially in Hollywood, another destructive, soul-sucking world that you heard of, seen in documentaries, scary Lifetime movies, tv shows, the news.
Tyriq’s head turned towards you, leaning in close before you did, his plump lips brushed against yours, pressing his onto yours gently. You kissed him back passionately after pulling away from each other.
“We’ve got a new star couple!” someone shouted in glee, you couldn't help but mentally roll your eyes. Here we go.
That was the big announcement from the two of you and to the world.
People had a lot to say, and celebrity relationships won’t last long, in and out like a drive-thru. Cheating, sex scandals, some weird cult shit, or some connection to the Illuminati.
"I'll see you lovebirds later," Keith spoke up, waving goodbye to you.
You waved back in response, smiling at Keith with a head tilt. He was so sweet, you focused on the cameras flashing before winking at the camera.
At this point, when is it going to be over? It had to be.
You walked through the strobing lights of the cameras, moving from side to side in those same painful heels. With a forced smile for the photographers and your boyfriend by your side, you were nearing the limousine.
"Time to leave, beautiful," he whispered in your ear, gently guiding you toward the sleek, black limo.
"Thank God," you whispered back, turning to face him, walking toward the door as Tyriq opened the door.
You ducked your head and settled into the plush suede backseat of the limo with its tinted deep windows, which was spacious and the color of ink black for the seats and the car floor below your heels were soft as a cloud, the color of macaroon cream.
Tyriq ducked his head and settled onto the suede backseat beside you, grinning at you like he was ready to eat you out in the backseat as he shut the door behind himself. "Glad that's over and done with, now I can focus on you," he said, his tone low and seductive.
You chuckled lightly, biting down your lips, clenching your legs before opening the door to the refrigerator and grabbing a champmage botte, "l need a drink first before I deal with your nasty ass," you shot back using a sinful smirk.
The limo had buttons atop your heads, for the white florescent lights including a small refrigerator for drinks, water bottles, champagne, and wine.
He grabbed the glasses and passed one to you, before kissing your lips again, the taste of strawberry lips gloss adorned his lips, your thumb carefully rubbed it off. He groaned at your touch, damn he was in love with you.
“You are nasty, Tyriq,” You chuckled lightly.
“I'm nasty?!” Tyriq exclaimed dramatically, his hand over his chest.
"Yeah, you heard me right. All those kisses on the red carpet, I can't help but feel like you're trying to stake your claim," You laughed, pouring the champagne into the glasses.
He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer, his voice dropping an octave."And what if I am? You're mine. And I'm yours, You know that, right?"
You felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took a sip of the bubbly drink. "l do know that, but let's not forget that the limo driver is watching us," you whispered back.
“The window is closed, though. The driver is a woman.”
"Agreed, I'm not sure about how long this drive so how about we make the most of it? Hm?" Tyriq asked with a soft hum, shrugging.
The two of you finished your drinks, feeling the buzz of the drink flow through you, "Yeah, how about we try an exhibitionist kink that I want to do?" You suggested to him.
The sleek limo began to take a gentle turn to the right, going through the bright towering lights and passing through other cars, paying them no mind, as if you two were the only ones in the world.
He nodded, it was something that he never thought he'd do but with you, he wanted to try it. Just thought of it turned him on. An idea popped up in his head.
You grinned at the man before kissing down his neck, "You're bad, huh?" you said to him.
His fingers trailing over your arm and shivered from his touch, with your hand snaked below his pants before stopping, “Can I suck your dick? Just a taste Ty?” you whispered softly in his ear.
His breath hitched from your voice, and he nodded at you. “Y/N..yes you can, don't make me beg,” he sighed blissfully with a smirk. He was in for a treat from you, he didn't even know it yet.
And with his consent, you unzipped his zipped and gently slid down his boxers and pants a little bit, kissing his tip before wrapping your mouth around his thick, long brown dick, his arms rested on the armrest of the limo.
His tongue gliding over his lips, he groaned loudly once you bopped your head onto his dick, your tongue tracing shapes on the veins, he knew you looked so gorgeous doing this, “Fuck…so beautiful, suck it harder..” Tyriq panted heavily, his head fell back onto the soft cushion.
“Mmm..so good,” you mumbled lowly, your hand stroking him with your fingers rolling between his balls, he grunted once he locked eyes with the female limo driver.
The soft slurping and squelching sounds filled the car, the warmth of your mouth spurred him one.
“That mouth of yours..is perfect, I couldn't resist you, seeing you walk down that carpet…fuck!” Tyriq shouted out, pushing his hips upwards into your mouth.
Your palm stroked Tyriq’s dick with your cheeks hollowing around him as spit dripped from the corner of her lips, spit stuck to your hand and tricked down to his balls, "Fuck..Y/N.." he groaned deeply, his hands gripping the armrest tightly, You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body.
“It’s turning me on when you suck this dick…that feels so fucking good,” Tyriq moaned again, hearing your muffled moans in response, filling that exhibitionist side of you once the driver’s eyes flickered back to your man.
You bopped your head faster and your cheeks hollowed harder, wetting his dick and seats up, covered with drops of precum and spit. Staining his pants, your dress. Good thing both of you wore black, “Just like that! Shit!”
His balls tightened in response around your fingers, his mouth parted as you twisted your hand around his dick, squeezing it lightly. “Shit!….Shit!…Y/N, please!” he begged for you, he gasped as if he lost oxygen in his lungs.
Finally, he reached it, his hot cum spilling into your mouth, you quickly swallowed every drop while you lifted you head, “It was good wasn't it?” You bragged with confidence, Smiling and using a warm towel from the edge to clean your mouth, you tossed it into the trash. You put his dick back into his boxers, he zipped them up, and pulled up his pants.
Before you could reply, his hand settled on the back of your neck, drawing you in. He kissed you passionately and intensely, and as you returned the kiss, you let out a moan. When you finally pulled away, a strand of saliva connected your lips and his.
“That was amazing, baby, my turn,” he sang playfully, giving you an tender kiss as you moaned, your pussy from his touch.
More friction, desperately.
You leaned in, “Touch me, please,” you whimpered softly, giving him consent to touch you.
His fingers grazed the edge of your dress as Tyriq planted kisses on your collarbone, marking your deep brown skin with hickeys. “Tyriq…” you moaned again, His fingers slipped beneath your panties, sensing your wetness through the fabric, humming softly in response against your shoulder.
“I couldn't leave my girl like this, so wet just from sucking my dick off?” Tyriq asked in a deep tone, his voice deepening. His finger rubbing your clit. “Y-yeah, I-it was big, couldn't fit it all..” you groaned before moving your hips. No teasing was a rule of yours, but Tyriq’s hand slid through your panties, pinching your clit.
He pushed your panties to the side, and rolled them down and off your ankles. You parted your legs wide for him, while gazing into his eyes, “You’re so fucking nasty, girl,” he groaned softly, his legs parted a bit.
His fingers parted your folds and slipped inside with ease, making you moan wildly, causing Kendra, the female driver to look back at him but she paid attention to the road still. “Shhh, I got you, my girl’s been stressed out?” he said, his lips nibbling on your bottom lip, the taste of wine and lip gloss.
“Yes..fuck!” you cried out, rolling your hips to that torturous pace, your arms wrapped around his shoulders tight, he must've told the driver to take the long way, your essence poured onto the seats, as he gently pulled the strings of your dress, your breasts poked out. He licked his lips.
“Beautiful titties,” he mumbled, his hands cupping your breasts softly, his mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking them, pinching your nipples roughly before sucking the right softly. “Mhhm..” you hummed but moaned, you’d almost forgotten that you were still in the limo, you definitely needed this. Your hand rested on the back of his nape, feeling that comforting warmth.
In need of his touch as if it was religious, you hoped to your ancestors and God above that Kendra kept driving, eventually you would get home later, you need more.
His fingers thrust in and out of you, he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, he pressed your back to his clothed chest. “I love it when you make a fucking mess on my fingers, I can't wait to feel it on my dick,” He teased, curling up his fingers. He was so nasty, so passionate. His dick hardens in his pants.
“I..i..I love this shit with you, so much, get deeper for me, baby,” You babbled softly, panting while moving your hips a bit. Your hands gripped the armrest, Tyriq was still behind you, keeping you close so you wouldn't hurt yourself.
“Oh shit! Shit! Tyriq!” you moaned suddenly once his fingers slid in deeper, your wet walls clenched tightly around his digits. Your wetness covered him completely and stained his pants but didn’t care.
The limo resumed driving straight again, while the little bumps on the roads made every sensation. Your pussy sucked his fingers right back in and clenched tight, “That’s right, you feel it? That pussy sucked me back in..fuck,” Tyriq groaned raspily, biting down his lip, You gasped, feeling the rhythm of his fingers and the warmth of his body pressed against yours.
The thrill of being in a moving vehicle, with the driver just a few feet away, was pulling you close to the edge. You were so close, but you weren't ready to go home; he pressed his bulge against you and moved his hips, “Don't see what you do to me?” Tyriq groaned as he felt your ass against him, giving your backside a playful smack that made you moan, clearly turned on by you.
His thumb flattened on your clit and circled, your mind blurred from pleasure and saw thousands of stars behind your closed eyelids, you were moaning loudly as his fingers went faster. “That pussy knows me so well,” Tyriq teased with a grin.
“You’re so good to me, just a little more baby,” You begged, your voice softened a bit, his fingers hit that sweet spot. Moving in a ‘come here’ motion over and over. “I got you,”
You nodded, feeling the tension build within you, the pressure mounting as he resumed to thrust his fingers, in and out, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot. “You drive me crazy, I'm gone fuck you so good when we get in that house,”
After his fingers turned sporadic and curled again, you felt yourself clench around his fingers. Waves crashing over you as you cried out his name, “Tyriq!”
He slowed his movements, letting you ride out the waves of your orgasm, feeling you pulse around him. The rush of it left you breathless, and you leaned back against his chest, panting as the aftershocks coursed through you.
“Damn, you’re beautiful when you cum,” he murmured, planting soft kisses along your shoulder and lips, sending little sparks of electricity through your body.
You turned to face him, still catching your breath. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you teased, a playful smile creeping onto your lips.
Tyriq chuckled, the sound low and rich, filling the quiet space of the limo. “I love you,” he said, he pulled out his fingers, watching you tie up the strings in the back of your dress.
“I love you too,” you agreed, stealing a quick kiss from him, feeling the warmth radiating between you.
The car slowed down, you could see the lights of your house glowing in the distance. “Looks like we're almost home,” you said, a hint of reluctance in your voice.
“That was fun, I liked that,” Tyriq replied, grinning like it was his birthday and he enjoyed his present. His eyes are still on you.
You nodded, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, “Yeah, I liked it too,” you said, that shy side coming out.
The limo finally came to a stop, and the driver turned to look at you both. “We’ve arrived,” she announced with a knowing smile, as if she understood the connection that had just blossomed between you two.
“Thanks, Kendra,” you said, feeling a bit shy as you realized the driver had witnessed more.
Tyriq opened the door, helping you out as you stepped onto the pavement. The cool night air hit your skin, and you shivered slightly, but Tyriq wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close again. He closed the door and let Kendra that he pay her immediately, apologizing for the mess on the seats.
“Let’s get inside,” he said, his tone both playful and protective.
Once inside, you closed the door behind yourself. Tyriq brought you into the bedroom, removing his suit as you peeled off your dress.
He quickly kissed you, your lips meeting. Your legs spread, he buried his dick inside you. His hands on your hips.
“My beautiful girl,” he groaned softly.
And with that, he made love to you all night long, distrubing your neighbors who obviously sent a nose complaint but you knew Tyriq would talk care of it. Your moans echoed through the walls, he kissed your shoulder and said, “Fuck ‘em, you can scream as loud as you want to,”
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