DIVINITY IN MOTION

天空の、神々しい ⛐ ᩙᮬ ⠀⠀ׄ⠀⠀㆑ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍. ⟩ 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖞 intertwined with. ▷ 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮-𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 creed sister!blackfemreader . . . she’s too sweet for meanie cam! she too much like a flower! too gentle. the nicest peony on a spring morning. but oh she’s no victim! very sza’s anything. &. cam’s mac miller’s † the question; dude’s flew around the whole world, shook a million hands, took a million pictures, ignored a trillion groupies, but he’s a hostage to your pussy! …. poor ysa. you know- the wife. oops! fiancée*

kitti’s gotta warn ya 𖾕𖾝꙼ᩚ𛲕𖾟 // ‎ꫂ᭪݁ teeniest mention of blood & bandages ¡ ⋆༝༚༝༚ strong-as fuck-۫language obvi ⚞^. .^⚟ .. cam’s so thirsty & ༘⋆ needy , which i adore yum! cam’s also an evil cheater , which i am not condoning! ৻ꪆ reader thinks she’s becoming more than a little trinket! shiiiit maybe! ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ weed & liq ˙ᵕ˙ consumption. 𐔌 unprotected smashing , ˗ˏˋ which i shouldn’t love as much as i do! & p.rolonged standing positions / have you ever tried this one¿ , c.unnilingus .. tongue demon!cade whewwww! what’s a stronger word for overly-pussydrunk??? short-lived service!dom cam , m.anhandling / he doesn’t freaking listen! g in ‘God’ is lowercased! ermmm refers to himself in the third person, “daddy”. weird, right?? .. only for a second though. brief cervix love! ++ your toes in his mouth! first kiss ¿¡!? creampie duh. & sex not truly being seen as the act of interlocking souls :: part 1z!

pov: when y/n threatens to kick tyriq withers out the house due to a silly argument and she starts packing his bags and throwing shi out the house and things get physically(she only puts hands on him) because he won’t leave and then he eventually puts her in her place(aggressively but not abusively not sexy dominance)

y/n x tyriq withers

hopelessly devoted — tyriq withers.

pairing ⁀➷ tyriq withers x plus-size black reader!

synopsis ⁀➷ tyriq hasn’t been faithful and you’ve had enough of his bullshit—or so you think you’ve had enough.

song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘disappear’ by beyonce, ‘having illusions’ by johnny gill & ‘when will i see you again’ by bell, biv & devoe.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ || 18+, nsfw content, no minors allowed, lowercase intended. emotional infidelity, alcohol usage, driving under the influence (don’t even think about doing it!), pissed! reader, argument, packing tyriq’s clothes, foul language, slapping, a form of brat taming, size difference, body worship, oral (f), p in v intercourse, pet names (baby, leshon, pretty baby, thick’ums)

a/n : yeeeee!! this is my very first request and i truly had a time writing about these two. thank you anon for sending it, i hope i fulfilled your wishes🤭 and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it! thank you and i love you guys!!!

‘if i begged and if i cried, would it change the sky tonight?’

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“i could give you the time of your life, handsome.”

the burn of tyriq’s dry martini, blurs his every sense. it had been his third one in the last hour and he is positive the bartender on shift tonight was heavy-handed with their pours. he almost misses the seductive words uttered by the alluring woman to the left of him.

almost.

“yeah?” he smirks, setting the glass onto the waxed bar countertop. “and what would that look like?”

tyriq bites down on his bottom lip, thumb, and forefinger twirling with the toothpick and pitted olive in his glass. she looked good. she looked good enough to fuck, that was for sure. a pair of small but perky tits, nearly pushed to her beginning of her neck due to the lifting bra she wore. tyriq noticed the pink lace peeking from above the white tank, while the denim shorts around her waist cupped her slime frame perfectly.

she looked good.

flaming auburn strawberry scented hair flowed wildly around her head, dark emerald green eyes lowly taking him in, while her ivory fingertips grazed over the patch to his pants pocket.

kitty was her name. obviously shortened for something or simply a nickname altogether—tyriq didn’t care to know the logistics, he felt that keeping things at a casual level would make this night go by easier. he just hoped kitty would be able to relieve the never-ending stress he felt with a simple whirl of her tongue.

but tyriq’s mind keeps drifting elsewhere.

he knew better, knew that even sitting beside someone like her would cause trouble. tyriq knew how gossip moved throughout this small town and if you didn’t hear it from an onlooker while passing on the boardwalk, you would certainly hear about it through your coworkers the following morning.

she looked good…but she wasn’t you.

tyriq tried not to think about his wife currently, tried to let the chilled gin, dry vermouth and olive brine clear his mind, but it seemed to only intensify his visions of you.

he wasn’t one to compare women, never been the kind of guy to pay much attention to the details, but he can’t help but notice how smoother your skin felt in comparison to kitty’s. how it glowed beautifully even as the sun set for the day. how you never had to try hard to capture his attention. a simple sway of your hips at the town fair all those years ago, and tyriq had been stuck ever since.

she wasn’t you, but tyriq tries not to let that worry him. tries to enjoy the amateur massage kitty gives him. he tries to think of the joke his previous colleagues told him a while back.

“it’s all pink on the inside, who gives a fuck what color their faces are?”

tyriq tries and tries and tries, but can’t find the reason.

he doesn't understand why he’s here.

he doesn’t know where his car keys or his mind has gone, while kitty continues to caress him gingerly.

“why don’t you meet me outside and we can figure it out in the back seat of your car.”

the small groan that leaves tyriq’s mouth is a combination of frustration and disappointment. not the exact words he’d hoped to hear.

such a shame.

tyriq was unsure of what he would call this.

it wasn’t necessarily cheating, but it certainly wasn’t something a married man should’ve been partaking in.

he’d never had sex with kitty, never even kissed her, but he did indulge in the attention she’d given him. tyriq allowed her to whisper sweet nothings into his ear and relieve the tension from his shoulders with a gentle massage, but that was it. she was simply good company.

things weren’t perfect in his life.

work matters stressed him beyond words and you hardly had time to listen to his problems.

the drinks at the bar and conversations with kitty were tyriq’s escape.

reaching into the opposite pocket of his slacks, tyriq fumbles around until he finds a few loose bills, quickly setting the wad of cash onto the counter to pay for his trio of drinks before tucking a loose fifty dollar bill into the side of kitty’s jean shorts.

“you’ve been here every night for the past week, but we still haven’t gotten close, why is that?”

with his teeth, tyriq pulls the gin soaked olive from a wooden toothpick before he stands from the bar stool to collect his suit jacket. “cold feet, maybe?”

kitty laughs and unfolds the bill recently gifted to her. “goodnight, mr. withers.”

“have a good night, ms. kit.”

the ride home is a challenge. tyriq didn’t typically drive home under the influence, but tonight was a first. his first success, but tyriq isn’t sure he’d try it again as the usual ten-minute drive is prolonged into nearly thirty minutes because he attempts to be safe.

a good samaritan to some degree.

drunkenly, he stumbles to the front steps of the beach home you both shared. perched superbly onto the white ocean coastline, this beautiful 5 bedroom and 3 bathroom home had been purchased six years ago by tyriq after a handsome salary raise for the young investment banker. tyriq smirks at the thought—a short memory of you and he on the first day the house was purchased. tyriq twirled you around the empty home with pure glee.

you were so happy then.

happy with this place, this town and with him.

tyriq couldn’t remember the last time the two of you shared a laugh, something genuine and belly clutching. all he got from you these days were one-word sentences and half smiles that barely met your eyes.

the thought that he may have been the reason for your unhappiness made tyriq frown, unable to shake the feeling that you weren’t satisfied with the state of this marriage—but the expression on his face quickly shifts into a more puzzled one as he unlocks the door to the house.

you’re wide awake. the overhead lights in the den area are turned off, but a far away golden glare illuminates the hallway. usually an early sleeper and certainly in bed before this time, you stomp throughout the house with black gallon trash bags in one hand while dragging a large suitcase in the other.

“what the hell?” it starts as a whisper, quiet and to himself as he squints confused. “y/n?”

you don’t respond. you continue throughout the home, muttering angrily to no one in particular but yourself. the bottom of your furry crème colored slippers slide across the shined oak wood flooring without any hesitation. you’re on a mission and if tyriq wants an answer he will have to get it directly from you.

“y/n?!” he calls again, crossing through the house more, now standing before the expansive bedroom you both share.

tyriq can’t see you, but he can hear you—listening carefully as you snatch velvet lined hangers from the rack in his walk-in closet. it forces him to walk closer to get a real look at what’s going on with you.

“baby, what the hell?”

his section of the room is a total and complete mess. items of his clothes are thrown about, matching suit and tie sets torn apart and spread across the floor. polished leather shoes that were once neatly on display are tipped over and misplaced. even his jewelry drawer is pulled apart, leaving expensive rolex watches, infinity band rings and ray band shades to potentially need repairing.

“y/n, what the fuck are you doing?!” tyriq shouts now, no longer able to stand by and watch in confused silence. “why are you in here fucking things up?”

“i want you gone. i want you to get your shit and get the hell out of my house.”

it’s the first time you’ve spoken to him since he’d been home and tyriq isn’t expecting to hear those words come from you. his head draws back bewilderingly, light eyes lowering once he realizes.

“y/n…baby.”

you chuckle, quick and sardonically, while continuing to load his items into a trash bag. “i’m your baby now? you got some real nerve, but it ain’t gonna work. i want you to get your shit and leave, i’m not playing with you tonight or ever again, tyriq.”

“y/n,” tyriq rubs over his face tiredly. the drinks from the bar were wearing on him, but he could quickly feel sobriety taking over. “y/n, what—what happened? what’s making you do this?”

“you! you’re making me do this tyriq. i refuse to let you keep hurting me—to keep making me look like a fool in front of this entire town. you want to be free? here is me freeing you! spread your wings and fly because i am done.”

“baby, what did you hear? what have your friends told you?”

“it doesn’t fucking matter. i shouldn’t have to hear anything! you’re supposed to be my husband, you’re supposed to be in bed with me, not in the fucking bar all night.”

it was going on for three weeks.

three weeks since you’d found out.

tyriq hadn’t been as discreet as he hoped to be. as stated before; people in this town talked. whether it be immature gossip or page turning news breaks—word spread like wildfire. that part was indeed true. unbeknownst to tyriq, it wasn’t the locals around town giving you a glimpse into his unfaithfulness, but instead tyriq himself.

you’d been in a relationship with this man since your early days of college. you knew the ins and outs of him. knew when he was upset, hungry or lying. you could practically taste the perspiration seeping out of his pores as he fibbed through his teeth. you knew everything to know about him, yet you didn’t see this coming. you had no time to prepare yourself for this oncoming heartbreak, but a late night of tyriq, mindlessly talking in his sleep, allowed you to get an idea of what he’d been up to.

the lipstick stains and bar tab receipts, only confirmed your suspicions.

tyriq was messy—never been one to double-check his steps, never made sure to keep his shit clean.

you caught on immediately…but decided to play his game.

you waited patiently.

talked less and listened more, allowing tyriq to express himself freely.

walked softer and abstained from sex, footsteps almost gazelle-like as you glided across the room.

wore little to no makeup, but ensured that your hair stayed pressed, just like your mother and her mother and her mother’s mother had done for their husbands. traditional, if you will.

breakfast in the morning, dinner at night, not a second or minute late. hot and ready each time.

you made sure not to speak of his disloyalties to anyone around you. no one would know. none of your closest girlfriends knew of what was happening at home. you prayed—both palms flat and knees to the ground, as you begged for an answer to this matter. prayed that tyriq would be truthful, you prayed he would change his actions and come to his senses.

things remained.

tyriq continued on with late night quests. continued to leave his side of the bed empty and cold. continued to lie to you.

tonight was the final straw.

you’d initially planned to burn every item of clothing he owned, underwear and socks included, but ultimately decided against it, as making him leave would be the best option. you had no care of what anyone would say or think about the two of you separating, you wanted him gone.

“i’ve been stressed, can hardly sleep or eat while you hang out all night, living carefree. you got some real nerve, i’ll say that much.”

you’re far too busy dragging the hefty bags of tyriq’s clothes through the hallway to notice him following behind you, listening in silence as you rant irately.

“where are you taking my things, y/n?”

“stop talking to me,” you roll your eyes and march back to the bedroom to collect the rest of his items. “just grab your shit and get the hell out.”

“where do you want me to go, hm? where am i gonna go?”

“i’m sure the bitch you’ve been laid up with has space in her twin sized bed, why don’t you go ask her.”

it makes tyriq snort. “that’s what you think this is. you think it’s another woman involved? is that what you really think, y/n?”

“at this point, leshon, i could give a damn less. you could be in a relationship with a fucking dog for all i care, i just want you out of this house right now. i’m done talking, come get your shit.”

the middle name was being used. tyriq should’ve known you meant business.

“i’m not going anywhere,” your husband crosses his strong arms over his chest, standing firm in the middle of the tidy den area.

you can only raise an eyebrow, taken aback at this man’s audacity. “you think everything is a fucking joke. i’m not playing with you, tyriq. it’s not a fucking game, i am so very serious and i’m trying to do this the easy way, without getting the police or anyone else involved, i suggest you get your shit and—“

“or what?”

he’s toying with you.

he’s as tall as the chandelier bolted in the ceiling, his button-up shirt undone at the top, exposing you to the sight of veins and muscles at his neck. there’s a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face. this was once a face you kissed with passion, now you could hardly stand the sight of it.

“fine. stand there and look like a dumbass statue of liberty, i couldn’t care less.”

you begin to brush past him, attempting to continue collecting his shit, when the tight grip of tyriq’s palm wraps around your wrist. it’s against your will as he pulls you closer to him. the skin around your arm begins to burn as the hand of a traitor holds you.

“tyriq, let me go, i’m not fucking playing with you.”

“why? why do we have to fight, baby? huh? why can’t we just talk it out like adults? why can’t we make this right?”

“ain’t no more talking to be had. you made your decision, now i’m making mine.”

tyriq notes how your dialect has switched, going from your more precise and articulate language during recent times back to the slightly southern flair you had. you were really pissed with him. he couldn’t believe he’d been the reason for you to be this upset. he’d never seen you like this before.

“i ain’t done nothing, baby. i haven’t done you any wrong.”

you two hold an intense stare down. unmoving—completely still. your brown irises going over his features with the emotion of despair, until you’re unable to look at him any longer. you try to pull away, but tyriq holds you tighter. the soft skin of your wrist burns when he does so, forcing you to stay put.

“let me go, tyriq, i ain’t in the mood.”

“talk to me, honey, tell me what’s going on up there. you’ve been so cold with me lately, so distant and quiet. don’t you know that i’ve missed you?”

“you’ve missed me? you missed me so much that you had to go and fuck someone else? get the hell out of my face.”

tyriq scoffs at your words. “why do you keep saying that? where are you getting any of this false ass information from?”

“i ain’t got it from nobody but you. you come home to me reeking of alcohol and dollar store body mists. i don’t smell like no fucking bodycology spray and you know that, tyriq.”

“so that means that i’m fucking somebody else? i can’t just be around someone who smells like it?”

why was there still a conversation being had? you said your part and that should’ve been it.

“just fucking let me go. let me go before you make me mad, tyriq.”

“get mad, baby, i want to see you when you get real angry.”

he taunts you.

your lips fold inward and you start to raise your right hand, swinging it as quick as you can until it swipes clean across tyriq’s face. it causes him to stumble, completely caught off guard by your act of violence as you’d never been one to react this way, but he can’t say he’s too surprised. he doesn’t allow you a second to collect yourself, speedily grabbing you around the middle of your neck and pushing you backwards, causing your head to knock against the wall behind you.

it doesn’t hurt and he doesn’t intend to cause pain, but the collision makes you blink back a few times. heatedly, you two share a release of captured air. the hair you had pinned into a loose bun begins to drape around your face, the silky green nightgown falling off your shoulder as tyriq manhandles you.

“i haven’t been with anyone else, i fucking swear, baby.”

you huff and blow a piece of hair from your blocked view. you refuse to look him in the eyes, head turning away from his fierce gaze while he attempts to make you understand.

“i hate you.”

quick and to the point. you spit the words you think would hurt him most. you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine and show how it truly felt to be wounded by the one you loved, by the very person you once dedicated your entire life to.

“you hate me?” he repeats back, almost tauntingly.

“i fucking hate you. i fucking hate that i married you. you’re the worst decision i’ve ever made in my entire life.”

“you don’t mean it, baby.”

“yes i do,” you nod, craning your neck away when tyriq rests his face onto yours. “yes, i fucking do. i mean everything thing i say and you’re the worst thing to ever happen to me. i fucking hate you, tyriq.”

it doesn’t affect him the way you thought it would.

“don’t you know that i love you?”

the subdued tone of his voice rumbles across the top of your chest. he’s kissing you. it’s slow and painstakingly annoying because you want to be freed from his grasp, but have no where to turn as tyriq pins both of your wrists behind your back and nudges his solid knee between your thick thighs.

“i love you so much, my pretty baby. i love you so much that i think i may combust at the slightest thought of you, do you know that? don’t you know you’re on my mind all the time?”

your heart begins to beat wildly, eyes blazing as you feel tears threatening to fall from them, throat tingling when you try to swallow.

“you…you do not love me tyriq, please stop lying.”

“is it so hard to believe? you don’t believe that i love you, y/n?”

“i know you don’t.”

“but i do. you may think it’s impossible, but you are the love of my life.”

tyriq proceeds, using the top and bottom row of his teeth to bite on the strap to your nightgown, pulling both straps down until your breasts become exposed. your cocoa tinted nipples perk immediately, the small graze of air forces them to life. he doesn’t initially give them the attention they deserve, instead keeping his mouth along the side of your neck and collarbone. you fight to keep your eyes open when tyriq’s tongue swipes across the skin, leaving a damp trail behind when he goes to speak.

“can i show you?”

you remain silent, focus to the ceiling when tyriq asks a question.

“can i show my baby how much she means to me? hmm?” with each question comes another kiss. he’s good. good with his words and especially good with his lips. “can i show you that i truly appreciate everything about you— show you that i can’t possibly live a single day on this earth without you by my side? will you let me make this right, thick’ums? will you let me fix all of our problems?”

he’s asking, but you’re not responding.

he was pulling all the strings. he’d even used a previous nickname that you once adored.

the kisses that remained for your neck, slowly travel lower. tyriq’s lush, soft pink tongue swirls around your neglected nipples, squeezing one of your breasts while his mouth suckles on the opposite. he looks at you while doing so, land and sea colored eyes watching your face for a reaction, while you try to remain stoic.

it’s not easy.

your husband caresses you without regard, teeth grazing along the drawn skin before switching to complete the same action to the other breast. he grips them both ever so slightly, large hands wrapping around the flesh as if it’s nothing, but the warmth it brings you is mind-numbing.

“you giving me the silent treatment?”

tyriq’s a tease and an asshole wrapped into one, now moving further down the curvature of your body, peppering kisses to any free space along the way. his hands hold you tightly while he raises your nightgown up, revealing your bare pussy to him. you never wore panties at home. tyriq avoids making contact with you directly, but instead persisting to kiss along your dark skin. your wide hips, the inside and outside of your thighs and the very end of your plush stomach aren’t forgotten.

“fuckin’ beautiful, girl.”

“ty…” you call out for him, not totally sure as to what’s the matter. your head and heart are in two separate places. you’re supposed to be mad at him, supposed to be showing him what it felt like to be heartbroken, yet you were standing here and letting this man attempt to…repair you.

he no longer towers above you, but now cowers before you. on his knees, tyriq pulls you closer, truly needing you to understand the depth of his love. his face brushes against your pussy—quick, with no true meaning, but it makes tyriq groan lowly in the back of his throat. the adam’s apple in the middle of his neck bobs when he swallows.

“you smell fucking amazing, you always smell so good, baby. can i taste you? can i put my tongue inside of that pussy, baby?”

you inhale unevenly, slowly nodding your head ‘yes’ in response while keeping your vision elsewhere.

“thank you, baby, thank you so much.”

your back presses onto the wall and the cold feel of the smooth surface causes goosebumps to form among your arms. it helps to relieve the warmth casted over the rest of you. tyriq begins to lift one of your legs, carefully resting a thigh onto his shoulder, while scooting closer than before. he takes a deep inhale of your natural aroma, pointed nose skimming over your pussy lips before he takes you by surprise. with a darted tongue, tyriq makes contact with the stiffened bud, immediately drawing a gasp from your mouth.

“you like that?”

his eyes flicker upwards, reveling in the satisfactory sound you’ve made, while you pretend to be still be upset with him. tyriq can only chuckle at your unmoving silence, calmly continuing the action that previously gotten a reaction out of you.

he goes in totally this time, no longer the tease he’d been moments ago, tyriq’s face smooshes between your drenched folds without any hesitation. you’ve gotten soaked from this hostile conversation the both of you just had because it didn’t matter how mad tyriq might’ve made you, he still turned you on like crazy. he knew how you longed to be touched, spent the majority of the marriage learning your body so you’d always be pleased.

you liked to start slow. only in the beginning, of course. kissing and touching like tyriq had done earlier, before your pussy ached so terribly you thought you might ruin your clothing.

tyriq knew you in the same ways you knew him.

kismet, he believed you two truly were.

tyriq’s mouth comes together to wrap around your clit, encasing the tiny, pink bud between pillowy lips and tyriq sucks down on it hard. you swallow back the gasp that begs to be released. his big hands hold onto both sides of your hips when tyriq forces your closer because there was no thing as too close. you almost smother him, but tyriq doesn’t think about it, all he can focus on is how amazing you taste and how much he’s missed you on his tongue.

“mmhm,” he moans in true ecstasy, eyes rolling into his head while drinking down your nectar. “pussy got me going crazy.”

it’s a challenge for you.

you have to physically fight back showing any emotion on your face. you were supposed to be angry with him, supposed to be putting your foot down when it came to him and his antics. not letting him eat your pussy until his dick grew hard in his slacks. but you couldn’t shake tyriq. no matter how pissed you’d gotten with him, he still held a strong hold on your heart.

and tyriq knows this.

“you don’t wanna moan for me, baby? hmm?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to hold back the sound of pleasure, but tyriq isn’t having it. catching you completely off guard, tyriq’s hand traces over your ass cheek before he swats you harshly. your left leg stumbles as you try to remain standing, but another smack to the same assaulted area breaks your wall. the flesh there stings in the best way possible.

“tyriq,” you gasp, holding onto his shoulder for a better balance, before caressing the back of his head to push him further into your cunt. “tyriq, tyriq, baby.”

it makes tyriq’s heart and dick swell.

“give it to me, give it all to me, baby. take your anger out on me and give it all to me.”

he repeats the words over and over until you follow his orders. tyriq’s tongue hurriedly laps at your clit before switching roles to fill your soaked opening. and you break, body trembling as you fold over and allow the orgasm to overcome you.

“oh, oh, my fucking god, yes, yes, yes!”

“there you go, girl, there you go, keep cumming, keep cumming, baby.”

you’re hunched over tyriq’s body when you finally come back to earth. your breathing is shaky and quickened as you try to adjust, tugging on the strings to your nightgown and robe, before tyriq is on you immediately.

“you finished already?”

you giggle. so featherlike and sweet that tyriq can’t help but to join. he stands up, chest pressing into your back as he swipes all of your hair to one side. he’s kissing you again and you can smell yourself on his face.

“i want to make this right, y/n. i don’t want to leave and i don’t want you to leave me. let me prove to you that i can get things back to where they were.”

“tyriq—“ you sigh, but he continues to speak.

“don’t count me out, baby. i need you to believe in me. i want to gain your trust again. i’m willing to work for it, you gotta know that.”

you stay silent for a few seconds, lingering in the comfort of tyriq’s embrace. “okay.”

“yeah? are you gonna give me a kiss now?”

he’s like the shy college kid you fell in love with years ago, wispy lashes batting slowly as he asks the adolescent question.

“i don’t know where your mouth has been, boy.”

you push him away, but tyriq remains in place. “you know exactly where it’s been. you wanna taste my tongue to see?”

your eyes watch his mouth as he licks his lips, nodding your head in response. and you can fully taste your pussy on his tongue, tyriq makes sure of it when he holds the back of your head, pushing your tongue to his as he eats your face. your lips smack together, tyriq tilts his head to the side and gathers a handful of your nightgown as you moan into his mouth.

“this is your dick, ain’t it, baby?”

you can’t even respond, only able to moan more when tyriq brushes against you, clothed and hardened dick touching your bare ass while he talks to you so crazily.

“unbuckle my pants, pretty girl, pull your dick out.”

you follow your husband's command, fumbling with the latch to his pants in the darkness of your home. tyriq’s kisses continue along your neck and back, until you have them undone, freeing his huge dick from his pants. your mouth waters as you brush up against his dripping tip, fingers twisting along his shaft as you stroke him gently.

“i missed you, ty.”

it’s a confession. a sugary laced confession as tyriq locks his knees in place, holding still when you reach back to kiss his face and ear.

“missed you, baby, missed you so fucking much, i’m so sorry.”

“promise me, you won’t hurt me again, tyriq, i need you to promise you’ll stay truthful with me.”

and tyriq struggles. not with the promise or him keeping it, but with not climaxing right here as you squeeze around the head of his dick. it’d been a while since you touched him and tyriq missed your presence dearly.

“i won’t, baby, i fucking promise you that i won’t hurt you again.”

you hum into his mouth, loving the answer he gives, before leaning forward so that your ass pokes out better. tyriq still has a fistful of your nightgown in his hand, so your round ass is still on full display. it’s second nature for tyriq to smack it, the flesh there vibrating off his hand, the loud noise resounding through the room. it draws out a sharp gasp from you when he begins to nuzzle the head of his dick against your slick entrance, tapping the burning pink tip there until the sound can be heard for the both of you. your juicy pussy clenches around him early on, entirely too anxious for him to be inside.

“missed you inside me, ty.”

you’re so sweet when you’re like this. quickly reverting to the whiny and needy girl he’d always remembered you as.

“missed—missed being inside you, baby, fuckkk,” tyriq’s head falls backwards at the same rate his hips begin to push forward, slowly sheathing his dick into you.

you both moan out once you’ve collided.

for a moment tyriq stays like that, hips swirling around in a raggedy little circle, attempting to get both you and he adjusted as neither of you have had sex in weeks. tyriq’s fearful of busting too soon and you needed a second to get comfortable with his thick dick again.

“how you feel, baby?”

“i feel so good, baby, please move, please, please.”

tyriq always hated the sound of you begging, didn’t like the idea of his wife pleading for what was already hers, so he begins to move. sliding his dick in and out of you, gently. forcing himself out completely, before pushing in until he reaches the hilt, his hips pressing flush against your ass.

“my baby missed me, didn’t she?”

for the first time, he doesn’t mean you. he’s talking about your pussy.

the sounds she makes are impure to say the very least. squelching hotly and dribbling wetness down the base of tyriq’s dick when he bottoms out, forcing the moans you’d been keeping secret, to be a tell-all book. you can’t help but to reach back, holding tyriq closer as he bounds both of your hands together, forcing your back to be against his chest.

“oh, my—“ you begin to cry out, cutting yourself off to catch your breath when tyriq pounds into you, his lower half slapping loudly with your ass until you practically see stars.

you needed a second, but tyriq’s waited too long for you, been without this pussy for too long. he gives you no mercy, adjusting your head forward more so you arch into him better, it makes his dick slip in without pause, dragging out a low groan from tyriq.

“ty, ty, please, please.”

“c’mon push that ass back, push that ass back on me, baby.”

you do as he says, holding onto the wall in front of you, forcing a better balance for yourself as you raise on the tips of your toes. it gives tyriq a better reach and he enters a new level while perched inside of you. he huffs in disbelief, a funny feeling swarming throughout his groin area. he was close, but so desperately needed you to cum first, needed to feel you fall apart on his dick before he came.

“agh,” he huffs, blinking down in disbelief when you hug him like this, so tight and unforgiving. “be nice for me, girl. give it to me, give it to me, please, baby.”

tyriq pleads with you, snarling into the back of your head as he rests his face there, biting down on your shoulder while humping into you like a rabid animal. it’s twisted—literally and figuratively with the position he has you in. the heavy palms of his hands caress you all over. from squeezing your breasts roughly to occasionally tugging away your wild hair. tyriq truly meant his sentiments when he said he’d missed you. the shape of your body, the way you shook when he forced his dick deep within your pussy all the way down to the simple jojoba oil and hot comb smell of your hair.

he can’t get enough.

moaning brokenly, tyriq’s reaches around to play with your clit, two fingers placed directly on the nub as he runs tiny motions over it. their short but fast, making you clench around tyriq tighter when your pussy begins to flutter. you can’t handle the sensation, mouth falling open as you shake your head from the pleasure.

“i’m cumming, tyriq, i’m fucking cumming. oooo, don’t—don’t stop, ty, please!”

you shake in his arms, body tensing up and you get stuck in this pose, vibrating in place while tyriq joins you in the climax. his moans are surprisingly louder than yours. he’d been drinking and alcohol always made him a pathetic mess. something about the fermentation of the drink that pushed him to the brink, bringing out the soft side to your husband.

“aghhh,” he shivers, falling forward which, forces you to plant against the wall for a better grip. “baby, please, baby, please.”

rambling as he orgasms, tyriq’s hips don’t intend on stopping until he’s fully emptied his load into you. the hot, white substance coating the inside of your slick walls. you two stay in place, working towards catching your breath after the exhilarating experience you’ve both had. there’s a small chuckle from you when tyriq groans ensues.

tyriq pulls away first, helping you to stand after you’d been bent in such a way. he kisses the side of your head before speaking.

“follow me, let’s get you cleaned up.”

tyriq holds your smaller hand in his palm, leading you to the bathroom adjacent from the bedroom. you’d always loved this area of your home. not too far from the bedroom and easily accessible when you had to pee late at night, but you also loved it because of it’s beautiful setup. the white freestanding acrylic bath tub in part was your favorite.

you took a seat on the closed toilet lid, watching in fascination when tryiq moves about. quickly drawing your bath water, he drops a few essential oils into the filled tub along with your favorite vanilla scented bubble bath. you allow tyriq to strip away your clothing, peeling away your silk robe and nightgown, you slowly dip your feet into the hot bath water. once you feel comfortable enough you enter both feet and sink to take a rest in the middle of the tub.

“how does it feel, y/n?”

“it feels nice, baby, thank you.”

this—this was the man you met and fell in love with. you didn’t have an exact idea as to when things changed, it might have been work relations, or it may have been changes regarding you, all you knew was that you missed this version of tyriq. the one who crouched beside you in this vast tub and slowly trickled streams of water onto your body, making you giggle as he chased each one with a kiss.

“we should take a trip somewhere,” you speak after a few minutes, eyes falling close as the warm water washes away the pain of the past. “somewhere nice, just me and you.”

“you got some place in mind?”

“not particularly,” you smile. “but we have time to think, don’t we?”

pov: when y/n threatens to kick tyriq withers out the house due to a silly argument and she starts packing his bags and throwing shi out the house and things get physically(she only puts hands on him) because he won’t leave and then he eventually puts her in her place(aggressively but not abusively not sexy dominance)

y/n x tyriq withers

hopelessly devoted — tyriq withers.

pairing ⁀➷ tyriq withers x plus-size black reader!

synopsis ⁀➷ tyriq hasn’t been faithful and you’ve had enough of his bullshit—or so you think you’ve had enough.

song(s) of chapter ⁀➷ ‘disappear’ by beyonce, ‘having illusions’ by johnny gill & ‘when will i see you again’ by bell, biv & devoe.

word count + warnings ⁀➷ || 18+, nsfw content, no minors allowed, lowercase intended. emotional infidelity, alcohol usage, driving under the influence (don’t even think about doing it!), pissed! reader, argument, packing tyriq’s clothes, foul language, slapping, a form of brat taming, size difference, body worship, oral (f), p in v intercourse, pet names (baby, leshon, pretty baby, thick’ums)

a/n : yeeeee!! this is my very first request and i truly had a time writing about these two. thank you anon for sending it, i hope i fulfilled your wishes🤭 and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it! thank you and i love you guys!!!

‘if i begged and if i cried, would it change the sky tonight?’

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“i could give you the time of your life, handsome.”

the burn of tyriq’s dry martini, blurs his every sense. it had been his third one in the last hour and he is positive the bartender on shift tonight was heavy-handed with their pours. he almost misses the seductive words uttered by the alluring woman to the left of him.

almost.

“yeah?” he smirks, setting the glass onto the waxed bar countertop. “and what would that look like?”

tyriq bites down on his bottom lip, thumb, and forefinger twirling with the toothpick and pitted olive in his glass. she looked good. she looked good enough to fuck, that was for sure. a pair of small but perky tits, nearly pushed to her beginning of her neck due to the lifting bra she wore. tyriq noticed the pink lace peeking from above the white tank, while the denim shorts around her waist cupped her slime frame perfectly.

she looked good.

flaming auburn strawberry scented hair flowed wildly around her head, dark emerald green eyes lowly taking him in, while her ivory fingertips grazed over the patch to his pants pocket.

kitty was her name. obviously shortened for something or simply a nickname altogether—tyriq didn’t care to know the logistics, he felt that keeping things at a casual level would make this night go by easier. he just hoped kitty would be able to relieve the never-ending stress he felt with a simple whirl of her tongue.

but tyriq’s mind keeps drifting elsewhere.

he knew better, knew that even sitting beside someone like her would cause trouble. tyriq knew how gossip moved throughout this small town and if you didn’t hear it from an onlooker while passing on the boardwalk, you would certainly hear about it through your coworkers the following morning.

she looked good…but she wasn’t you.

tyriq tried not to think about his wife currently, tried to let the chilled gin, dry vermouth and olive brine clear his mind, but it seemed to only intensify his visions of you.

he wasn’t one to compare women, never been the kind of guy to pay much attention to the details, but he can’t help but notice how smoother your skin felt in comparison to kitty’s. how it glowed beautifully even as the sun set for the day. how you never had to try hard to capture his attention. a simple sway of your hips at the town fair all those years ago, and tyriq had been stuck ever since.

she wasn’t you, but tyriq tries not to let that worry him. tries to enjoy the amateur massage kitty gives him. he tries to think of the joke his previous colleagues told him a while back.

“it’s all pink on the inside, who gives a fuck what color their faces are?”

tyriq tries and tries and tries, but can’t find the reason.

he doesn't understand why he’s here.

he doesn’t know where his car keys or his mind has gone, while kitty continues to caress him gingerly.

“why don’t you meet me outside and we can figure it out in the back seat of your car.”

the small groan that leaves tyriq’s mouth is a combination of frustration and disappointment. not the exact words he’d hoped to hear.

such a shame.

tyriq was unsure of what he would call this.

it wasn’t necessarily cheating, but it certainly wasn’t something a married man should’ve been partaking in.

he’d never had sex with kitty, never even kissed her, but he did indulge in the attention she’d given him. tyriq allowed her to whisper sweet nothings into his ear and relieve the tension from his shoulders with a gentle massage, but that was it. she was simply good company.

things weren’t perfect in his life.

work matters stressed him beyond words and you hardly had time to listen to his problems.

the drinks at the bar and conversations with kitty were tyriq’s escape.

reaching into the opposite pocket of his slacks, tyriq fumbles around until he finds a few loose bills, quickly setting the wad of cash onto the counter to pay for his trio of drinks before tucking a loose fifty dollar bill into the side of kitty’s jean shorts.

“you’ve been here every night for the past week, but we still haven’t gotten close, why is that?”

with his teeth, tyriq pulls the gin soaked olive from a wooden toothpick before he stands from the bar stool to collect his suit jacket. “cold feet, maybe?”

kitty laughs and unfolds the bill recently gifted to her. “goodnight, mr. withers.”

“have a good night, ms. kit.”

the ride home is a challenge. tyriq didn’t typically drive home under the influence, but tonight was a first. his first success, but tyriq isn’t sure he’d try it again as the usual ten-minute drive is prolonged into nearly thirty minutes because he attempts to be safe.

a good samaritan to some degree.

drunkenly, he stumbles to the front steps of the beach home you both shared. perched superbly onto the white ocean coastline, this beautiful 5 bedroom and 3 bathroom home had been purchased six years ago by tyriq after a handsome salary raise for the young investment banker. tyriq smirks at the thought—a short memory of you and he on the first day the house was purchased. tyriq twirled you around the empty home with pure glee.

you were so happy then.

happy with this place, this town and with him.

tyriq couldn’t remember the last time the two of you shared a laugh, something genuine and belly clutching. all he got from you these days were one-word sentences and half smiles that barely met your eyes.

the thought that he may have been the reason for your unhappiness made tyriq frown, unable to shake the feeling that you weren’t satisfied with the state of this marriage—but the expression on his face quickly shifts into a more puzzled one as he unlocks the door to the house.

you’re wide awake. the overhead lights in the den area are turned off, but a far away golden glare illuminates the hallway. usually an early sleeper and certainly in bed before this time, you stomp throughout the house with black gallon trash bags in one hand while dragging a large suitcase in the other.

“what the hell?” it starts as a whisper, quiet and to himself as he squints confused. “y/n?”

you don’t respond. you continue throughout the home, muttering angrily to no one in particular but yourself. the bottom of your furry crème colored slippers slide across the shined oak wood flooring without any hesitation. you’re on a mission and if tyriq wants an answer he will have to get it directly from you.

“y/n?!” he calls again, crossing through the house more, now standing before the expansive bedroom you both share.

tyriq can’t see you, but he can hear you—listening carefully as you snatch velvet lined hangers from the rack in his walk-in closet. it forces him to walk closer to get a real look at what’s going on with you.

“baby, what the hell?”

his section of the room is a total and complete mess. items of his clothes are thrown about, matching suit and tie sets torn apart and spread across the floor. polished leather shoes that were once neatly on display are tipped over and misplaced. even his jewelry drawer is pulled apart, leaving expensive rolex watches, infinity band rings and ray band shades to potentially need repairing.

“y/n, what the fuck are you doing?!” tyriq shouts now, no longer able to stand by and watch in confused silence. “why are you in here fucking things up?”

“i want you gone. i want you to get your shit and get the hell out of my house.”

it’s the first time you’ve spoken to him since he’d been home and tyriq isn’t expecting to hear those words come from you. his head draws back bewilderingly, light eyes lowering once he realizes.

“y/n…baby.”

you chuckle, quick and sardonically, while continuing to load his items into a trash bag. “i’m your baby now? you got some real nerve, but it ain’t gonna work. i want you to get your shit and leave, i’m not playing with you tonight or ever again, tyriq.”

“y/n,” tyriq rubs over his face tiredly. the drinks from the bar were wearing on him, but he could quickly feel sobriety taking over. “y/n, what—what happened? what’s making you do this?”

“you! you’re making me do this tyriq. i refuse to let you keep hurting me—to keep making me look like a fool in front of this entire town. you want to be free? here is me freeing you! spread your wings and fly because i am done.”

“baby, what did you hear? what have your friends told you?”

“it doesn’t fucking matter. i shouldn’t have to hear anything! you’re supposed to be my husband, you’re supposed to be in bed with me, not in the fucking bar all night.”

it was going on for three weeks.

three weeks since you’d found out.

tyriq hadn’t been as discreet as he hoped to be. as stated before; people in this town talked. whether it be immature gossip or page turning news breaks—word spread like wildfire. that part was indeed true. unbeknownst to tyriq, it wasn’t the locals around town giving you a glimpse into his unfaithfulness, but instead tyriq himself.

you’d been in a relationship with this man since your early days of college. you knew the ins and outs of him. knew when he was upset, hungry or lying. you could practically taste the perspiration seeping out of his pores as he fibbed through his teeth. you knew everything to know about him, yet you didn’t see this coming. you had no time to prepare yourself for this oncoming heartbreak, but a late night of tyriq, mindlessly talking in his sleep, allowed you to get an idea of what he’d been up to.

the lipstick stains and bar tab receipts, only confirmed your suspicions.

tyriq was messy—never been one to double-check his steps, never made sure to keep his shit clean.

you caught on immediately…but decided to play his game.

you waited patiently.

talked less and listened more, allowing tyriq to express himself freely.

walked softer and abstained from sex, footsteps almost gazelle-like as you glided across the room.

wore little to no makeup, but ensured that your hair stayed pressed, just like your mother and her mother and her mother’s mother had done for their husbands. traditional, if you will.

breakfast in the morning, dinner at night, not a second or minute late. hot and ready each time.

you made sure not to speak of his disloyalties to anyone around you. no one would know. none of your closest girlfriends knew of what was happening at home. you prayed—both palms flat and knees to the ground, as you begged for an answer to this matter. prayed that tyriq would be truthful, you prayed he would change his actions and come to his senses.

things remained.

tyriq continued on with late night quests. continued to leave his side of the bed empty and cold. continued to lie to you.

tonight was the final straw.

you’d initially planned to burn every item of clothing he owned, underwear and socks included, but ultimately decided against it, as making him leave would be the best option. you had no care of what anyone would say or think about the two of you separating, you wanted him gone.

“i’ve been stressed, can hardly sleep or eat while you hang out all night, living carefree. you got some real nerve, i’ll say that much.”

you’re far too busy dragging the hefty bags of tyriq’s clothes through the hallway to notice him following behind you, listening in silence as you rant irately.

“where are you taking my things, y/n?”

“stop talking to me,” you roll your eyes and march back to the bedroom to collect the rest of his items. “just grab your shit and get the hell out.”

“where do you want me to go, hm? where am i gonna go?”

“i’m sure the bitch you’ve been laid up with has space in her twin sized bed, why don’t you go ask her.”

it makes tyriq snort. “that’s what you think this is. you think it’s another woman involved? is that what you really think, y/n?”

“at this point, leshon, i could give a damn less. you could be in a relationship with a fucking dog for all i care, i just want you out of this house right now. i’m done talking, come get your shit.”

the middle name was being used. tyriq should’ve known you meant business.

“i’m not going anywhere,” your husband crosses his strong arms over his chest, standing firm in the middle of the tidy den area.

you can only raise an eyebrow, taken aback at this man’s audacity. “you think everything is a fucking joke. i’m not playing with you, tyriq. it’s not a fucking game, i am so very serious and i’m trying to do this the easy way, without getting the police or anyone else involved, i suggest you get your shit and—“

“or what?”

he’s toying with you.

he’s as tall as the chandelier bolted in the ceiling, his button-up shirt undone at the top, exposing you to the sight of veins and muscles at his neck. there’s a smug grin on his stupidly handsome face. this was once a face you kissed with passion, now you could hardly stand the sight of it.

“fine. stand there and look like a dumbass statue of liberty, i couldn’t care less.”

you begin to brush past him, attempting to continue collecting his shit, when the tight grip of tyriq’s palm wraps around your wrist. it’s against your will as he pulls you closer to him. the skin around your arm begins to burn as the hand of a traitor holds you.

“tyriq, let me go, i’m not fucking playing with you.”

“why? why do we have to fight, baby? huh? why can’t we just talk it out like adults? why can’t we make this right?”

“ain’t no more talking to be had. you made your decision, now i’m making mine.”

tyriq notes how your dialect has switched, going from your more precise and articulate language during recent times back to the slightly southern flair you had. you were really pissed with him. he couldn’t believe he’d been the reason for you to be this upset. he’d never seen you like this before.

“i ain’t done nothing, baby. i haven’t done you any wrong.”

you two hold an intense stare down. unmoving—completely still. your brown irises going over his features with the emotion of despair, until you’re unable to look at him any longer. you try to pull away, but tyriq holds you tighter. the soft skin of your wrist burns when he does so, forcing you to stay put.

“let me go, tyriq, i ain’t in the mood.”

“talk to me, honey, tell me what’s going on up there. you’ve been so cold with me lately, so distant and quiet. don’t you know that i’ve missed you?”

“you’ve missed me? you missed me so much that you had to go and fuck someone else? get the hell out of my face.”

tyriq scoffs at your words. “why do you keep saying that? where are you getting any of this false ass information from?”

“i ain’t got it from nobody but you. you come home to me reeking of alcohol and dollar store body mists. i don’t smell like no fucking bodycology spray and you know that, tyriq.”

“so that means that i’m fucking somebody else? i can’t just be around someone who smells like it?”

why was there still a conversation being had? you said your part and that should’ve been it.

“just fucking let me go. let me go before you make me mad, tyriq.”

“get mad, baby, i want to see you when you get real angry.”

he taunts you.

your lips fold inward and you start to raise your right hand, swinging it as quick as you can until it swipes clean across tyriq’s face. it causes him to stumble, completely caught off guard by your act of violence as you’d never been one to react this way, but he can’t say he’s too surprised. he doesn’t allow you a second to collect yourself, speedily grabbing you around the middle of your neck and pushing you backwards, causing your head to knock against the wall behind you.

it doesn’t hurt and he doesn’t intend to cause pain, but the collision makes you blink back a few times. heatedly, you two share a release of captured air. the hair you had pinned into a loose bun begins to drape around your face, the silky green nightgown falling off your shoulder as tyriq manhandles you.

“i haven’t been with anyone else, i fucking swear, baby.”

you huff and blow a piece of hair from your blocked view. you refuse to look him in the eyes, head turning away from his fierce gaze while he attempts to make you understand.

“i hate you.”

quick and to the point. you spit the words you think would hurt him most. you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine and show how it truly felt to be wounded by the one you loved, by the very person you once dedicated your entire life to.

“you hate me?” he repeats back, almost tauntingly.

“i fucking hate you. i fucking hate that i married you. you’re the worst decision i’ve ever made in my entire life.”

“you don’t mean it, baby.”

“yes i do,” you nod, craning your neck away when tyriq rests his face onto yours. “yes, i fucking do. i mean everything thing i say and you’re the worst thing to ever happen to me. i fucking hate you, tyriq.”

it doesn’t affect him the way you thought it would.

“don’t you know that i love you?”

the subdued tone of his voice rumbles across the top of your chest. he’s kissing you. it’s slow and painstakingly annoying because you want to be freed from his grasp, but have no where to turn as tyriq pins both of your wrists behind your back and nudges his solid knee between your thick thighs.

“i love you so much, my pretty baby. i love you so much that i think i may combust at the slightest thought of you, do you know that? don’t you know you’re on my mind all the time?”

your heart begins to beat wildly, eyes blazing as you feel tears threatening to fall from them, throat tingling when you try to swallow.

“you…you do not love me tyriq, please stop lying.”

“is it so hard to believe? you don’t believe that i love you, y/n?”

“i know you don’t.”

“but i do. you may think it’s impossible, but you are the love of my life.”

tyriq proceeds, using the top and bottom row of his teeth to bite on the strap to your nightgown, pulling both straps down until your breasts become exposed. your cocoa tinted nipples perk immediately, the small graze of air forces them to life. he doesn’t initially give them the attention they deserve, instead keeping his mouth along the side of your neck and collarbone. you fight to keep your eyes open when tyriq’s tongue swipes across the skin, leaving a damp trail behind when he goes to speak.

“can i show you?”

you remain silent, focus to the ceiling when tyriq asks a question.

“can i show my baby how much she means to me? hmm?” with each question comes another kiss. he’s good. good with his words and especially good with his lips. “can i show you that i truly appreciate everything about you— show you that i can’t possibly live a single day on this earth without you by my side? will you let me make this right, thick’ums? will you let me fix all of our problems?”

he’s asking, but you’re not responding.

he was pulling all the strings. he’d even used a previous nickname that you once adored.

the kisses that remained for your neck, slowly travel lower. tyriq’s lush, soft pink tongue swirls around your neglected nipples, squeezing one of your breasts while his mouth suckles on the opposite. he looks at you while doing so, land and sea colored eyes watching your face for a reaction, while you try to remain stoic.

it’s not easy.

your husband caresses you without regard, teeth grazing along the drawn skin before switching to complete the same action to the other breast. he grips them both ever so slightly, large hands wrapping around the flesh as if it’s nothing, but the warmth it brings you is mind-numbing.

“you giving me the silent treatment?”

tyriq’s a tease and an asshole wrapped into one, now moving further down the curvature of your body, peppering kisses to any free space along the way. his hands hold you tightly while he raises your nightgown up, revealing your bare pussy to him. you never wore panties at home. tyriq avoids making contact with you directly, but instead persisting to kiss along your dark skin. your wide hips, the inside and outside of your thighs and the very end of your plush stomach aren’t forgotten.

“fuckin’ beautiful, girl.”

“ty…” you call out for him, not totally sure as to what’s the matter. your head and heart are in two separate places. you’re supposed to be mad at him, supposed to be showing him what it felt like to be heartbroken, yet you were standing here and letting this man attempt to…repair you.

he no longer towers above you, but now cowers before you. on his knees, tyriq pulls you closer, truly needing you to understand the depth of his love. his face brushes against your pussy—quick, with no true meaning, but it makes tyriq groan lowly in the back of his throat. the adam’s apple in the middle of his neck bobs when he swallows.

“you smell fucking amazing, you always smell so good, baby. can i taste you? can i put my tongue inside of that pussy, baby?”

you inhale unevenly, slowly nodding your head ‘yes’ in response while keeping your vision elsewhere.

“thank you, baby, thank you so much.”

your back presses onto the wall and the cold feel of the smooth surface causes goosebumps to form among your arms. it helps to relieve the warmth casted over the rest of you. tyriq begins to lift one of your legs, carefully resting a thigh onto his shoulder, while scooting closer than before. he takes a deep inhale of your natural aroma, pointed nose skimming over your pussy lips before he takes you by surprise. with a darted tongue, tyriq makes contact with the stiffened bud, immediately drawing a gasp from your mouth.

“you like that?”

his eyes flicker upwards, reveling in the satisfactory sound you’ve made, while you pretend to be still be upset with him. tyriq can only chuckle at your unmoving silence, calmly continuing the action that previously gotten a reaction out of you.

he goes in totally this time, no longer the tease he’d been moments ago, tyriq’s face smooshes between your drenched folds without any hesitation. you’ve gotten soaked from this hostile conversation the both of you just had because it didn’t matter how mad tyriq might’ve made you, he still turned you on like crazy. he knew how you longed to be touched, spent the majority of the marriage learning your body so you’d always be pleased.

you liked to start slow. only in the beginning, of course. kissing and touching like tyriq had done earlier, before your pussy ached so terribly you thought you might ruin your clothing.

tyriq knew you in the same ways you knew him.

kismet, he believed you two truly were.

tyriq’s mouth comes together to wrap around your clit, encasing the tiny, pink bud between pillowy lips and tyriq sucks down on it hard. you swallow back the gasp that begs to be released. his big hands hold onto both sides of your hips when tyriq forces your closer because there was no thing as too close. you almost smother him, but tyriq doesn’t think about it, all he can focus on is how amazing you taste and how much he’s missed you on his tongue.

“mmhm,” he moans in true ecstasy, eyes rolling into his head while drinking down your nectar. “pussy got me going crazy.”

it’s a challenge for you.

you have to physically fight back showing any emotion on your face. you were supposed to be angry with him, supposed to be putting your foot down when it came to him and his antics. not letting him eat your pussy until his dick grew hard in his slacks. but you couldn’t shake tyriq. no matter how pissed you’d gotten with him, he still held a strong hold on your heart.

and tyriq knows this.

“you don’t wanna moan for me, baby? hmm?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to hold back the sound of pleasure, but tyriq isn’t having it. catching you completely off guard, tyriq’s hand traces over your ass cheek before he swats you harshly. your left leg stumbles as you try to remain standing, but another smack to the same assaulted area breaks your wall. the flesh there stings in the best way possible.

“tyriq,” you gasp, holding onto his shoulder for a better balance, before caressing the back of his head to push him further into your cunt. “tyriq, tyriq, baby.”

it makes tyriq’s heart and dick swell.

“give it to me, give it all to me, baby. take your anger out on me and give it all to me.”

he repeats the words over and over until you follow his orders. tyriq’s tongue hurriedly laps at your clit before switching roles to fill your soaked opening. and you break, body trembling as you fold over and allow the orgasm to overcome you.

“oh, oh, my fucking god, yes, yes, yes!”

“there you go, girl, there you go, keep cumming, keep cumming, baby.”

you’re hunched over tyriq’s body when you finally come back to earth. your breathing is shaky and quickened as you try to adjust, tugging on the strings to your nightgown and robe, before tyriq is on you immediately.

“you finished already?”

you giggle. so featherlike and sweet that tyriq can’t help but to join. he stands up, chest pressing into your back as he swipes all of your hair to one side. he’s kissing you again and you can smell yourself on his face.

“i want to make this right, y/n. i don’t want to leave and i don’t want you to leave me. let me prove to you that i can get things back to where they were.”

“tyriq—“ you sigh, but he continues to speak.

“don’t count me out, baby. i need you to believe in me. i want to gain your trust again. i’m willing to work for it, you gotta know that.”

you stay silent for a few seconds, lingering in the comfort of tyriq’s embrace. “okay.”

“yeah? are you gonna give me a kiss now?”

he’s like the shy college kid you fell in love with years ago, wispy lashes batting slowly as he asks the adolescent question.

“i don’t know where your mouth has been, boy.”

you push him away, but tyriq remains in place. “you know exactly where it’s been. you wanna taste my tongue to see?”

your eyes watch his mouth as he licks his lips, nodding your head in response. and you can fully taste your pussy on his tongue, tyriq makes sure of it when he holds the back of your head, pushing your tongue to his as he eats your face. your lips smack together, tyriq tilts his head to the side and gathers a handful of your nightgown as you moan into his mouth.

“this is your dick, ain’t it, baby?”

you can’t even respond, only able to moan more when tyriq brushes against you, clothed and hardened dick touching your bare ass while he talks to you so crazily.

“unbuckle my pants, pretty girl, pull your dick out.”

you follow your husband's command, fumbling with the latch to his pants in the darkness of your home. tyriq’s kisses continue along your neck and back, until you have them undone, freeing his huge dick from his pants. your mouth waters as you brush up against his dripping tip, fingers twisting along his shaft as you stroke him gently.

“i missed you, ty.”

it’s a confession. a sugary laced confession as tyriq locks his knees in place, holding still when you reach back to kiss his face and ear.

“missed you, baby, missed you so fucking much, i’m so sorry.”

“promise me, you won’t hurt me again, tyriq, i need you to promise you’ll stay truthful with me.”

and tyriq struggles. not with the promise or him keeping it, but with not climaxing right here as you squeeze around the head of his dick. it’d been a while since you touched him and tyriq missed your presence dearly.

“i won’t, baby, i fucking promise you that i won’t hurt you again.”

you hum into his mouth, loving the answer he gives, before leaning forward so that your ass pokes out better. tyriq still has a fistful of your nightgown in his hand, so your round ass is still on full display. it’s second nature for tyriq to smack it, the flesh there vibrating off his hand, the loud noise resounding through the room. it draws out a sharp gasp from you when he begins to nuzzle the head of his dick against your slick entrance, tapping the burning pink tip there until the sound can be heard for the both of you. your juicy pussy clenches around him early on, entirely too anxious for him to be inside.

“missed you inside me, ty.”

you’re so sweet when you’re like this. quickly reverting to the whiny and needy girl he’d always remembered you as.

“missed—missed being inside you, baby, fuckkk,” tyriq’s head falls backwards at the same rate his hips begin to push forward, slowly sheathing his dick into you.

you both moan out once you’ve collided.

for a moment tyriq stays like that, hips swirling around in a raggedy little circle, attempting to get both you and he adjusted as neither of you have had sex in weeks. tyriq’s fearful of busting too soon and you needed a second to get comfortable with his thick dick again.

“how you feel, baby?”

“i feel so good, baby, please move, please, please.”

tyriq always hated the sound of you begging, didn’t like the idea of his wife pleading for what was already hers, so he begins to move. sliding his dick in and out of you, gently. forcing himself out completely, before pushing in until he reaches the hilt, his hips pressing flush against your ass.

“my baby missed me, didn’t she?”

for the first time, he doesn’t mean you. he’s talking about your pussy.

the sounds she makes are impure to say the very least. squelching hotly and dribbling wetness down the base of tyriq’s dick when he bottoms out, forcing the moans you’d been keeping secret, to be a tell-all book. you can’t help but to reach back, holding tyriq closer as he bounds both of your hands together, forcing your back to be against his chest.

“oh, my—“ you begin to cry out, cutting yourself off to catch your breath when tyriq pounds into you, his lower half slapping loudly with your ass until you practically see stars.

you needed a second, but tyriq’s waited too long for you, been without this pussy for too long. he gives you no mercy, adjusting your head forward more so you arch into him better, it makes his dick slip in without pause, dragging out a low groan from tyriq.

“ty, ty, please, please.”

“c’mon push that ass back, push that ass back on me, baby.”

you do as he says, holding onto the wall in front of you, forcing a better balance for yourself as you raise on the tips of your toes. it gives tyriq a better reach and he enters a new level while perched inside of you. he huffs in disbelief, a funny feeling swarming throughout his groin area. he was close, but so desperately needed you to cum first, needed to feel you fall apart on his dick before he came.

“agh,” he huffs, blinking down in disbelief when you hug him like this, so tight and unforgiving. “be nice for me, girl. give it to me, give it to me, please, baby.”

tyriq pleads with you, snarling into the back of your head as he rests his face there, biting down on your shoulder while humping into you like a rabid animal. it’s twisted—literally and figuratively with the position he has you in. the heavy palms of his hands caress you all over. from squeezing your breasts roughly to occasionally tugging away your wild hair. tyriq truly meant his sentiments when he said he’d missed you. the shape of your body, the way you shook when he forced his dick deep within your pussy all the way down to the simple jojoba oil and hot comb smell of your hair.

he can’t get enough.

moaning brokenly, tyriq’s reaches around to play with your clit, two fingers placed directly on the nub as he runs tiny motions over it. their short but fast, making you clench around tyriq tighter when your pussy begins to flutter. you can’t handle the sensation, mouth falling open as you shake your head from the pleasure.

“i’m cumming, tyriq, i’m fucking cumming. oooo, don’t—don’t stop, ty, please!”

you shake in his arms, body tensing up and you get stuck in this pose, vibrating in place while tyriq joins you in the climax. his moans are surprisingly louder than yours. he’d been drinking and alcohol always made him a pathetic mess. something about the fermentation of the drink that pushed him to the brink, bringing out the soft side to your husband.

“aghhh,” he shivers, falling forward which, forces you to plant against the wall for a better grip. “baby, please, baby, please.”

rambling as he orgasms, tyriq’s hips don’t intend on stopping until he’s fully emptied his load into you. the hot, white substance coating the inside of your slick walls. you two stay in place, working towards catching your breath after the exhilarating experience you’ve both had. there’s a small chuckle from you when tyriq groans ensues.

tyriq pulls away first, helping you to stand after you’d been bent in such a way. he kisses the side of your head before speaking.

“follow me, let’s get you cleaned up.”

tyriq holds your smaller hand in his palm, leading you to the bathroom adjacent from the bedroom. you’d always loved this area of your home. not too far from the bedroom and easily accessible when you had to pee late at night, but you also loved it because of it’s beautiful setup. the white freestanding acrylic bath tub in part was your favorite.

you took a seat on the closed toilet lid, watching in fascination when tryiq moves about. quickly drawing your bath water, he drops a few essential oils into the filled tub along with your favorite vanilla scented bubble bath. you allow tyriq to strip away your clothing, peeling away your silk robe and nightgown, you slowly dip your feet into the hot bath water. once you feel comfortable enough you enter both feet and sink to take a rest in the middle of the tub.

“how does it feel, y/n?”

“it feels nice, baby, thank you.”

this—this was the man you met and fell in love with. you didn’t have an exact idea as to when things changed, it might have been work relations, or it may have been changes regarding you, all you knew was that you missed this version of tyriq. the one who crouched beside you in this vast tub and slowly trickled streams of water onto your body, making you giggle as he chased each one with a kiss.

“we should take a trip somewhere,” you speak after a few minutes, eyes falling close as the warm water washes away the pain of the past. “somewhere nice, just me and you.”

“you got some place in mind?”

“not particularly,” you smile. “but we have time to think, don’t we?”

Lollll I appreciate your trust in me to wanna write for mister man, I really do 💕 at the moment, my love, I’m swamped in things I’ve got going on with my writing and no shade, once I finish up my series, I’m about to start writing for a whole new fandom! 😩😩😩

Aaron is 100% on my list of Riq’s characters to write for but I’m kinda putting him on the back burner for a little bit.

I can absolutely direct you to my sweetest honey sugar plum @sonder-slut 🩰🎀💕 when I tell you she does a phenomenal job?? You won’t even believe she’s real but i promise you she is! Her pen is so fucking fire, you will ball out and have a great ass time, I promise! I’m not sure who you are but just make sure you’re even able to read her stuff. She eats Aaron downnnnnn 💘

“I’ll follow you until you love me” 💋

warnings: 18+ content, MNI (or be blocked indefinitely), obsession, stalking, harassment, OnlyFans cam girl reader x dark! Cameron Cade, mentions of cam girl activities, cussing/swearing, threats, mentions of masturbation, smuttt— pnv penetration, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, creampie.

a.n: this is a request for my lil baby @italiansunsetsss ✨ Kam, I hope this lived up to what you requested and the vision you had.. I apologize for the delay, I’m a perfectionist 🫩 — requests are slow working but i accept them! I’m a working gal so i take my time!

on the jukebox: paparazzi by lady gaga 🎀

“Who’s the new boy?”

You stood in the corner cradling your matcha, standing in your kitten heels. Your business casual attire was like a second skin, your hair pressed out in heated curls down your back.

“Isaiah’s new passion project for the year” Elsie White’s icy hair came into your peripheral vision, she also looked at the backs of the men that walked further down the hall.

The taller man donned an olive green puffer jacket, jeans, and a duffle bag.

“His name is Cameron Cade. He’s got the college highlights of a professional, intrigued the shit out of Zay”

You frowned softly, “Cameron Cade? Stop, Elsie, is that the boy with the head injury? That fucking got attacked and almost died? Him?”

Tagged by @melancholila

NOT looking forward to this because I’m a thief 😔

A girl on TikTok shared the PlayStation username her dad made for her when she was little and I thought it was so cool I checked if it was taken on ao3.

IM SORRYYYY

Also I can’t remember anyone ever so if your my moot just pretend I tagged you

Tagging (no pressure): @sweet-honey-tears @h3avenlyglory @toothfairys @semenriley @simonriley09 (+ any others that I didn’t include but want to participate)

My username is kinda randomly selected but I was thinking about my name and wondered what it has to do with Heavenly/Heaven and glory came to mind. I wanted to play on how my name has something to do with Heaven and chose glory and that's how I ended up with this username tbh😭

sooooo. (-: back in high-school, i was super into manifestation and subliminal audios. (i even started creating my own) & during that time, there was this one sub-creator who published a video called ‘neighbors cat’ to youtube. the video has been removed, unfortunately. (i still search for it!) & i don’t remember the affirmations too well, but they were messages along the lines of being your neighbours mysterious black cat. :: untouchable piercing eyes high intuition, etc. i don’t know mannnnn, i wanted to be cool and cunt and mysterious 🐈‍⬛.

no presssshhhhh @sonder-slut @plan3tch1ld @pinkhoodi

and the slut part is just me tapping into writing some slutty stuff, lol😭