⠀ ⠀ ━━ 𝑚𝑖𝑚𝑖 ˖ ݁ ׅ 𓍢

the gala was a sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits, but she glided through it like it belonged to her. every flash of the camera, every whisper of admiration, followed her like she was royalty. silver hugged every curve, slit teasing just enough to make jaws drop. everyone wanted her. everyone except devin.

who so devin you may ask? devin is a bachelor, a playboy, and your bf.

devin leaned against the bar, drink in hand, scrolling through his phone like she was background noise. struggling actor, big ego, little vision. you was tired of trying to make him see your worth. tonight, it hit harder than usual.

then you felt it. eyes burning into you from across the room. tyriq.

tyriq walked liked he owned the place but most importantly he walked liked he owned you. like he had you right on his fingertips, with a smirk that promised trouble and eyes that could undress a woman within seconds. you felt the pull instantly.

“you mind if I cut in?” his voice was smooth, low, teasing with that florida twang.

you glanced at devin, who was oblivious, and let him lead you to the balcony. away from the noise, the chaos, the stress, and the annoyance of you boyfriend.

“you been watchin’ me?” you bit your lip in a teasing way, cocking your head to side which earned you a grin from the tall lightskin man.

“hell yeah.” he says, smirking heavy asf.

your next words were bold. “so now that you got me out here, what’s your goal?”

he paused a little bit before answering. “to make your last longer than your nigga.” he replied confidently with a straight face that sent your pussy straight into a coma. you had no smart comebacks to save you and believe me you were thinking of some.

you were too much in your own head to realize how close tyriq got close to you. you look down at his pink lips and can’t help how they would feel on yours on your clit. you bit your bit out of habit which set tyriq off.

“you keep biting that lip and see what happens.” he says sternly, lifting his thumb to caress your bottom lips before giving in and claiming your lips onto his. the first kiss was fire slow, teasing, possessive. his lips claimed hers, teeth grazing, tongue teasing just enough to make her gasp. his hand trailed down her back, fingers gripping her waist, brushing against the bare skin beneath her dress.

“tyriq.” you breathed. part breath, part begging and yearning.

“yeah? you nervous or you ready?” he murmured, tilting your chin.

for a moment you think about devin. “i..I shouldn’t-” you whispered but your body was betraying you.

“I don’t want you to think, i want you to feel.” he murmured.

he slid a hand beneath her panties, brushing your wet folds, pressing against your clit. you shivered violently, hips jerking against him, moaning softly.

“fuck, ty.” you gasped.

not too long after that he had you lean against the railing, with your arms across it as he kneeled on his knees. he wasted no time tugging on the black lace until it was pooled around your ankle. he tapped your leg indicating you to put it on his shoulder.

“this pussy will made any nigga go crazy, yo man mus not like pussy.” he says lowly, admiring the wetness saturating your cunt.

you chuckled at his analogy but your smile was replaced with a serious face once you felt his tongue flick on your clit , sucking and nibbling as his fingers makes their way to your opening. he forced his fingers inside you as he makes curling motions. you arched in him, eyes closed and mouth wide.

“mhm fuck.” you moaned. you hold onto the railing tightly as he keep pushing you closer and closer towards the edge.

“you think devin eats this pussy better than me?” he grunted as you tighten around his fingers at his question.

you fought to respond but managed. “mm no, he never acknowledges it.” you replied. your eyes were glossy with pleasure as your brows drew together tighter.

tyriq kissed his teeth in disbelief. “see you need a real nigga in this pussy.” he grunts as he adds more force to his fingers. “say it. say you need a real nigga in this pussy.” you didn’t answer fast enough and instantly felt a sharp pain on your thigh following with a SMACK.

your leg jumped as you instantly began aware. “I need a real nigga in this puss- shit!” Tyriq reconnected his lips around your clit, sucking, teasing, pressing you to the edge instantly. your moans were loud, desperate, body trembling, nails digging into his shoulders. he groaned, fingers pressing in rhythm with his mouth, tongue flicking expertly. you came hard, shaking against him, tasting herself on his lips, and the sound of his low groan made her want more.

neither of you wasted time getting clothes off. tyriq had you turned over the balcony rail, looking at the skyscrapers and busy roads. she feels a familiar sensation on her clit again along with a hands on her ass. tyriq spreads your cheeks apart to see the state you’re in.

“this pussy finally got a real nigga and don’t know how to act.” he says, massaging your wetness around your clit.

you were in agony. “fuck ty, stop teasing me.” you wailed, hands tightening on the balcony.

he didn’t say not another word and took his dick in his hands and stroked it a couple of time before lining up at your entrance and sliding in. you gasped, fingers clutching the rail, nails digging into the metal, body on fire with every thrust. he groaned, lips brushing your shoulder, moving with a rhythm that was equal parts domination and obsession.

“ouu tyriq baby, fuck me.” you panted.

he instantly obeyed and slammed his hips into you. his thrusts went from steady to animalistic very quickly. he had your chest pressed into the rail as his hands kept your wrist behind your back. the wet claps of his thrusts is all that is being heard amongst the busy street and the bass from the gala. every thrust tyriq made which made his face scrunch up pleasure as he gets more and more ruthless.

“say you’re mine, right now.” he grunted as his hands tightened around your wrists.

“yours only yours, tyriq” you mumbled as your brain slowly deteriorates.

he smiled. “n you gon tell that lame ass nigga devin, that you don’t fuck with him any more, right?” you says become biting his lip.

you nod vigorously, partially because you heard what he said and partially because you were getting close.

he pounded her, messy, sloppy, unrelenting, still teasing her clit and whispering filthy things. every thrust, every groan, every possessive hand left her shaking, moaning, begging. “this pussy gonna cum for me?”

you could only give him a squeak which was okay because that was all he needed in order to start pounding into you harder. you began to tighten around him and whine louder and louder. one last “fuck” and you were done. you came again, body trembling, wet and messy, crying out his name like a prayer. he came behind you shortly after, emptying inside you was a jerk of his hips holding you close as both of you rode out waves of pleasure, chest heaving, breaths mingling, skin slick.

“damn.” he muttered. he pressed a kiss on your lower back before pulling out with a hiss.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow.” you announced.

tyriq shook his head. “tell him tonight, you’re coming home with me.”