Chestnuts Roasting (Tyriq Withers blurb)
Who: Tyriq Withers x Black!Reader, no use of y/n
Rated: M for Mature, MDNI, implied breeding kink, dirty talk
(A/N: Hello! Wanted to try my hand at writing for Tyriq Withers. I hope you all like it. Sorry for any stiltedness, it's been a minute since I've written smut, lol.)
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Your hips rotate in smooth, slow circles against Ty’s. Your forehead rests against his, and you feel the warm breath of his pants on your cheek. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, helping you move as you ride him on the couch. It’s a cold, December night, but it’s toasty warm in the living room as you make love to the sound of the fireplace crackling. It’s funny, when you guys had originally searched to buy a home in Jacksonville, a fireplace in a home in Florida sounded silly. However, feeling the heat of it warm your bodies spurred on the fire you two were creating together, and it feels divine.
Neither of you are big dirty talkers, despite the almost chaotic energy Tyriq presents in his usual communication. He much prefers to grunt and groan and nip at your skin with his teeth when he’s inside you. But tonight, in the middle of watching a favorite Christmas movie of yours and hanging ornaments on your tree, he seized you by the hips and pulled you into him. And he let out filthy, filthy words that made you weak for him, despite your initial hurry to get all your Christmas decorating done.
“Why don’t you be a good girl for me and let me bend you over this sofa?”
“Sit on my lap and let me fill you up.”
“I’ll get you something nice if you’ll be a little naughty for me right now.”
Okay, so maybe not so much as filthy as it was corny, but when Tyriq smiles that smile and cradles the back of your head to kiss you deeply, thoroughly…he gets whatever he wants out of you.
Which brings us back to the present: you grinding down on his dick, reclining on your hands that are braced on his thick thighs. Your head is slightly thrown back but you can watch Ty through the slits in your eyes. He seems hypnotized as he watches where you both are connected, eyes transfixed on the way your pussy grips and releases him. You’ve both already have cum once, and you can feel the way the wetness wants to seep out of you and coat his lap.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this baby”, you hear him mumble. “So, so pretty.”
You whimper in response and slightly speed up, pulling a groan from him.
“You like it when I talk about how pretty you are when you take me?”
The question is rhetorical but you whimper out an affirmative anyway, another gush flowing out of you as Tyriq shifts his hips up into you.
“It’s true, you’re beautiful when you take me like this, baby,” Tyriq continues and his words are slightly slurred, seeming to be possessed. “I love seeing my cum drip from you, and the feel of you squeezing around me. You love my cum, don’t you, baby.”
His strong hands grip your waist tight and his hips seem to increase in pace along with his words. The change in speed has you gasping and you lean up, reaching to put your arms around his neck and let him take control. As you do, Tyriq smooths a hand up your back to the back of your neck and presses his lips close to your ear.
“Say you love it,” is his whispered demand, thrusting and driving up into your silken heat. Your mouth has trouble forming the words, but you squeak them out over your moans.
“Yes! Yes, I—oh god, I—I love it.”
“You love what, baby? Gotta be specific.” Tyriq’s pace becomes relentless, and you get close once again, the tightness below your belly button growing tighter and tighter.
“I—unnh, fuck, Ty—,” your whimpers grow louder and the sounds of your lovemaking echo around you. “I love your cum, I love you, Ty.”
You feel his hands tighten on your body, and you know he’s close, too.
“I know, baby, I know,” Ty whispers hotly in your ear and then bites at the skin of your neck. “I love giving it to you, baby. I want to fill you up always, I want you to be so full of me baby.” His hips don’t stutter once, even going just the bit faster to push you closer to finish. Right before the dam bursts, with your pussy spasming around him and awaiting the hot flush of his cum, you hear him despite your moaning and the hushedness of his tone.
“Fuck, I want to give you a baby.”
It’s right at that moment your orgasm overtakes you and your vision whites out. You feel your body seize up, your walls clenched tightly around his cock. Your breath escapes you as you feel the tides of euphoria take you under and under. You feel Tyriq’s cum flood you a second after, and your hips rock involuntarily, as if your body tries to make his whispered wish come true subconsciously.
You’re both panting but sated and slouched against the couch. Tyriq makes no room to move you off his lap, and just wraps his arms even tighter around you, his lips pressing soft kisses against your jaw.
It’s silent for several moments as you both try to recover. When you feel the tingles of aftershocks start to recede, you are reminded of Ty’s quiet plea. You tense up a little and he feels it.
“You okay, babe? I didn’t squeeze you too hard, did I?” He pulls your face up so he can look at your face, his sweet expression holding some concern. God, this man.
“No, it was good, perfect” you say, accepting a kiss from him. You aren’t sure how to bring up what you heard, or maybe what you thought you heard? Maybe it was just one of those things, y’know? Spouted off in the throes of passion, as Tyriq doesn’t seem to look startled or like he even remembers saying it.
You both had talked about having children before, but further down the road. You had just gotten a position as a professor of practice at the local university. And he was busy with his own career moves, getting ready to film in Europe in a couple of months. When the topic of kids came up, you both were in agreement on being married and moved in, and at least married for a good bit before babies were even a ‘planned for’ thing. You would, God knows, you would give Tyriq anything he asked of you, you loved him that much. But had he really meant it like that, or had he just been caught up in the moment?
You tried to keep the mind whirring off your face, but Tyriq can read you like no one else. It’s uncanny.
“You sure you're good? You seem to be thinking really hard about something,” He says as he gently pulls you off him, but still keeps you in his lap for cuddling purposes. “You’re not mad that I interrupted your Martha May Whovier impersonation, are you?” Ty jokes with a head tilt to the unfinished Christmas tree and the many boxes of decorations surrounding y’all.
The joke quiets the butterflies that had decided to build in your stomach at the thought of the baby you could have together. You chuckle and snuggle deeper into him. Yeah, never mind, it was just one of those kinky things.
“You making jokes, but you’re about to get on that ladder in a minute and hang my roof lights for me.” You laugh a bit harder when you hear him fake groan at the request. “Hey, don’t be a grinch. You said if I was naughty for you, you would be nice to me.”
“Last time I say that shit,” he quips back and you swat his shoulder lightly, before moving to get up and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You put the heated words from earlier out your mind and go to find a new set of lounge clothes to wear that you don’t mind getting rained on by glitter.
Yeah, just one of those things.
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Ty is reluctant to let you leave his arms but releases you, and watches you retreat to the master bedroom. He smiles as he watches you go, and lets out the breath he had been holding. His heart had been slightly pounding still from the moment the words had left his lips. He meant them but hadn’t meant to say them in the moment, not like that, anyway. But lately the thought of you pregnant with his baby kept popping into his mind. Watching you coo throughout the holiday season as you see the other families in the neighborhood get ready for their own Christmases: little babies in matching Christmas sweater onesies with their parents or even how you interacted with your nieces and nephews.
The urge, the thought, to get you pregnant had been percolating for a moment, but he knew you wanted to get married first before entertaining the idea of kids. It was a strong desire to be connected that way, to see that he was serious about building that family with you, before you let him put a baby in you. And with the fast pace of both of y’all’s careers, it seemed to be a ways off.
But that had been before, and this was now, and there was a diamond ring burning a hole in the night stand, and visions of you round and pregnant and happy and full of him burning behind his eyelids every night.
You don’t know it yet, but by New Year’s Eve, you’ll be engaged. And, if Tyriq has his way, you will have conceived by the second day of January. He smiles softly to himself and gets up to follow your steps to the bathroom and maybe entice you into another round before messing with those Christmas lights.