pairing: tariq st. patrick x black!fem!oc
summary: he has to remind her of the love he has for her.
warning: 18+ smut. (can’t believe I did that). loss of virginity. language. cute fluff.
“It’s not a game, baby. I’m on you for real.”
She found him hard to believe. He was a lot like his father—in ways both good and bad. She knew the reputation he had of juggling different women for his own gain, just like his father. She regretted throwing it in his face during an argument, but her points were valid. She was scared to be juggled and dropped without a care.
“Say that to the women who are ready to drop their draws when you walk in the room.” She saw the irritation etch into his features at her statement. It wasn’t her intention to get him riled up, but it was the reality of their situation. He had girls wrapped around his finger and seemingly couldn’t shake them off no matter how he tried.
Tariq shrugged. “They not relevant. They’ve been cut off for a minute now. I don’t want them, I want you, and I swear on everything, this shit between us isn’t for show, it’s not fake. I only want to be your man, for real.”
She felt his strong arm wrap around her waist. The metal band of his watch cooled her warm skin and she shuddered lightly. His fingers trailed over her backside, gripping softly. She melted into his touch. Seductive old school music helped mold the mood he intended to create.
“I need you to understand something,” his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. They traveled down to her neck, his tongue massaging the sweetest part of her skin. Her eyelids fluttered. “You listenin’?” She hummed lowly.
“Stop worryin’ about other women when I’m not worried about them.” Her skimpy shorts were tugged on by his thumbs, yet his hand made no entry into them. “Stop worryin’ if what I feel for you is real or not ‘cause it is. Stop worryin’ if I’m fuckin’ another woman ‘cause I’m not. It’s all about you.”
Her left breast was stroked by his fingers. She whimpered. “I’m not checkin’ for anybody but you. You understand me?” No words. Just breathless pants and moans, small whimpers of his name. He pinched her nipple and her jaw fell slack.
“Yes, baby…”
He led her to his bed, her back against the freshly washed linens. The kiss they shared was far from the ones they’d previously shared. It wasn’t hot and fervent like a wildfire. No clashing teeth and battling tongues; it was gentle, passionate, and full of adoration.
Tariq nudged her thighs open with his knee and was pleased when they lazily feel open to make room for his body. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies like it was foreign territory—and it was. They’d never had sex, and they’d come close, but it manifested from lust and tension. This time, everything was slowed, calculated, and purposeful.
“Can I?” Tariq tugged at her clothing. She nodded with a soft smile and allowed for him to rid her of his shirt and her little shorts. He found himself in awe of her, as if he hadn’t seen her in such a vulnerable state many times. Still, he reacted all the same. From the beauty marks that decorated her face to the roundness of her stomach and the plushness of her thighs. He eyed the golden anklet wrapped around her ankle and smirked.
His lips trailed down her body slowly. No shudder or shake went unnoticed. She sighed softly. Her hand took purchase on his head, where she nudged him toward the love between her legs. They’d only gotten to that point few times before, and he’d been itching to please her again. It was no better time.
He rested her legs over his shoulder, nibbling at the insides of her thighs. They began to stutter to a close at the sensation of his teeth grazing her skin. He held her legs open.
He caught her eyes for a moment. They were filled with desire, desire solely for him. Tariq hummed in satisfaction and used his dominant hand to caress her heat. Her hips jerked at the sensation and a gasp fell from her lips. “Keep quiet,” was all he said before his tongue found her bundle of nerves.
“Baby…” she whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. She couldn’t give a damn about his expectation for her volume. He would know how he made her feel. His name came from her like a prayer as she pressed his face further into her sex.
He soon added two fingers to increase her pleasure. Her back arched toward the ceiling. Her plush thighs began to tighten around his head and she pushed his head away but he wouldn’t budge. Forcing her legs open, Tariq licked and sucked along the treasure between her legs. Her songs were music to his ears and made his insides dance.
He got lost in providing her pleasure that he didn’t realize how her body shook, how her soft moans turned into high pitched screams, and how her fingers dug into the side of his neck.
Her body stilled and an elongated moan came from her. His eyes were trained on her as she came from her intense release. She whimpered at the removal of his fingers from her, and welcomed his body on hers when he crawled between her legs.
“You okay?” Tariq nipped at her lips and neck.
She nodded. “Mhm. Now I just want you to make love to me.” His eyes snapped up and met hers.
“You say that now, but will you be cool with that decision tomorrow?” The last thing he wanted was for her to say something in the heat of the moment then regret it later. It would hurt him just as much as it would hurt her, if not more. He wouldn’t regret a thing.
She said nothing verbally. But her hands trailed up his physique and she pulled his wife beater over his head. Her manicured fingers crept down the planes of his stomach into the waistband of his sweatpants. Tariq’s breath hitched when she palmed him. His face rested in her neck as she continued to stroke him. Her hips jerked at every low whisper of her name into her ear.
“Fuck me like you love me, Tariq. Do you?”
“I do…” Slowly, he pulled away from her to rid them both of the remaining of their clothing. He leaned over to dig into his dresser for a foil and tore it open with his teeth. She lay comfortably beneath him, anticipating a feeling she’d never felt before. “You sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure.”
Slowly, he pushed into her. A low wince came from her. Her hands flew to his shoulders and her nails dug into them as he continued to move. Tariq kissed along her lips, face, and neck, whispering sweet nothings to redirect her focus from the stinging between her legs.
“Fuck…” he muttered once she got comfortable and encouraged him to move. His grip on her waist was firm; she’d have crescent moons in the morning. “Damn.” She was fluttering around him and he was weak in the knees.
“You feel so good,” she whispered into his neck. She littered kisses that would result in bruises in the morning. She felt him losing control. The way his arms shook, how his strokes began to get sloppy and sporadic, he was close. And so was she. Her body became warm, her legs felt tight, and a pressure in her stomach bubbled by the second.
“This mine, baby?” He thrust into her with an unfamiliar force. Her hands clawed at the sheets beside her and her head rolled from side to side. It was too much. She couldn’t make out coherent sentences, so she nodded to the best of her ability. “All yours.” Her hand came to his stomach to push him away and he moved it, intertwining their fingers next to her head.
“Tariq!” she squealed. “uh, right there, baby.” A grunt came from him and he used his thumb to stroke her bundle of nerves. The act alone sent her into a new realm. She’d never felt a pleasure like that before. So much love and adoration shown in an act she was grateful she waited on.
Tariq prepared to pull out, but she locked her legs around his hips and captured his lips with hers with a whine. A breathless chuckle fell from his lips in response to her action. Their mouths moved together like perfectly partnered dancers, in sync and never out of it. Just as quickly as she came, he did too , her name sung like an old hymn. Her hands massaged his back to calm him.
They stayed connected for a few moments, eyeing each other like the lovesick teenagers they were. Her thumb drummed down his full lips, which captured it teasingly. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she caressed his face with a trembling hand.
“Lemme get you cleaned up, mama.”
[…]
The shower they shared was filled with teasing touches, intoxicating kisses, and loving stares. She understood why people got so attached after making love to their favorite person. She couldn’t have seen herself sharing her first time with anyone else.
“Did you not get enough?” she laughed as she brushed her teeth. He was behind her, brushing his own, but not without caressing her towel-covered body.
“Never gon’ get enough of you.”
[…]
“You feelin’ okay?” he asked her. There was a hint of nervousness in his tone that she picked up on immediately. She lifted her head from his chest and smiled with a nod.
“I feel great.”
“And you know I love you right?” he said, budging her side. She laughed and nodded again. “Just makin’ sure. You seem to forget.”
Not really mentioned it b4 but I definitely like criminal shows like Snowfall , Power etc.. In the last year or so I started hearing about another show called Top Boy. Gave it a watch and watched the original series. It was cool, ok😅. Im saying this to say please stop comparing Top Boy to Snowfall or Power. Online that's all I see every now and again. Please stop it 😭. In no way are they in the same tier.. Just to get in depth more people actually believe Sully and Du Shane could actually be a credible threat to the others in Snowfall/Power. Please stop the 🧢. Call it American bias😅 but sorry UK drug/criminal culture just ain't can't compare in my opinion. Y'all giving Sully credit for punking dudes who carry 1 gun for every 5-15 people 😭😭. C'mon now they not even in the same lvl of danger. . Y'all really believe that they on the same lvl of Mr Brick By Brick😂 .Ain't a single nigga on Top Boy can mess with Tommy(Power) or Jerome(Snowfall)That's my Ted talk see y'all later 👋
