sky high — tyriq withers.
pairing ⁀➷ tyriq withers x plus-size!blackreader.
synopsis ⁀➷ tyriq gets two first class rides.
song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘passport’ by coco jones.
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 819 || no minors allowed! nsfw content! handjob, kissing, dirty talk, unprofessional behavior (sex on the job, chile), biting, riding.
an— a little drabble but i needed to get this off.😮💨
‘i love adventures, give me that passion.’
what was supposed to be a simple eight hour overnight flight turned into something completely different for tyriq withers.
tyriq noticed you from the moment he boarded the first class flight. a beaming smile, trained voice, tightly curled hair and a perched set of tits practically on display with that little orange handkerchief tied around your neck. you came to his seat to make sure all was well, asking if he needed anything extra before the flight took off.
tyriq did need something else, but was unsure if you’d be willing to provide, so he kindly declined the offer.
he scrolled on his phone for a little bit, ate a handful of mini cheese crackers and attempted to finish a crossword puzzle in his little book. he found himself being bored before you emerged again. this time you sparked up a conversation.
“i knew i’ve seen you from somewhere.”
you’re giggling, voice a hushed tone as the few passengers surrounding the plane were all fast asleep. tyriq removed his headphones now finding something to entertain him.
“my coworkers were debating on whether you played sports because of your height and all.”
“yeah. i’m an actor, it’s nothing major really.”
“are you kidding?” you gasp. “you’re everywhere. if i’m not mistaken one of your movies is on the tv in here.”
tyriq’s laughing, licking a pink tongue across his matching bottom lip. “you think you could help me with something?”
what was originally intended to be guidance with a section of the puzzle turned into something more. tyriq’s large hand held the side of your face while your satin lipstick covered mouth pressed against the sensitive skin on his neck. your hand is tucked underneath a thin blanket and tyriq pants, while your soft fingers pumped him diligently.
“you gon’ make me nut,” he grits out, keeping a low tone as the last thing you both needed were to get caught. imagine something like that making headlines. “got me so fucking hard.”
you moan, darting the end of your tongue out to brush the hot flesh of his neck. “dick throbbing in my hands, baby, i can feel it. are you still gonna fuck me if i make you cum?”
it shouldn’t have been a question.
tyriq nodded his head, gripping both sides of your face as he kissed you, muffling the groans as he nutted hotly onto your hands.
“there you go, handsome. you look so good nutting, baby. get it all out.”
you’re a fucking minx, luring him in further and further with each bewitching word you speak. standing from the shared seat, you lick his semen off your fingers, raising the dark pencil skirt around your waist. tyriq scoots towards the edge of the seat, pulling you into his lap in a quick move.
“no marks,” you warn, melting in the kisses he plants along your neck and half exposed shoulders. you squeeze your own breasts as they stiffen behind your shirt. “no bites, tyriq.”
“i got you.”
he lifted you up and aids in lowering you over his large dick. you shiver as he gives you no time to adjust, sheathing his big dick into you without any regard. you face the opposite direction, with eyes forced shut and a hand clamped over your mouth as you squeal. tyriq was fucking you like it was a task on his list—surely checking the box off as his hips raised and angled to the perfect degree, hitting a spot no other dared to reach before.
he held you in place. no where to turn— you took all of him. his large hands trailing through your blown hair as he gathers a handful, pulling on the tresses just enough for your neck to crane. you hardly had to do any work. he clutches your plump breasts, snatching the buttons of your blouse open, gaining a feel of hard nipples through the white fabric. his hand then travels once he’s felt enough and lands directly on your tight clit.
“ooohhh, fuckkk.”
“keep quiet, keep that shit down,” he’s harsh and hardheaded as he bites down on the top of your shoulder, surely leaving a mark for the next day.
“ohhh, shittt-i’m trying, i’m trying.”
he rubs the bud roughly, using his other hand to squeeze your throat with the same pressure while you tremble in his lap. you’re cumming, gripping tighter him as he fucks you faster. tyriq doesn’t let up, though.
“tyriq, i’m cumming, baby, i’m cumming.”
“coat my dick, get that shit, girl, c’mon.”
“tyriq,” you cry, like he’s a praise, “tyriq, tyriq, tyriq.”
tyriq.
tyriq withers.
mr. withers.
he flinches at the sight of someone standing before him. tyriq blinks and looks around, forgetting he’d fallen asleep on this plane. you’re leaning over and smiling at him gently.
“your flight is over, mr. withers. we hope you enjoyed your stay with sky high airlines.”
