“i don’t wanna fight with you, tryna end my night with you
don’t let your mind get you, i’m tryna vibe with you”
PAIRING senators son!tyriq x black oc!amerie
IN WHICH, the senators handsome, charming son has never had to work hard for anything. especially women. he leaves each one more heartbroken than the last—until amerie.
CASSETTE Make it to the Morning - PND
¡WARNINGS! wc 5.7k ➺ smut smut smut! 18+ MDNI! strong language, alcohol consumption, strong tension, pining (he wants her bad), unprotected car sex (p in v), sub!tyriq, dom/sub switch, sp!t, praise kink, cowgirl, creampie
A/N bout mine IV next i promise!! another tyriq fic for the girls cause i been rewatching veep and it gave me inspiration. i couldn’t stop thinking about it so i had to gone ahead and put my pen to work, and i ate down if i do say so myself 😭 i love writing women like this it’s so invigorating. please let me know what yall thinking! <3 feedback always welcome also, requests are open if there’s anything specific you’d like me to write!
it was supposed to be a normal, easy going night for tyriq.
after he’d spent the entirety of his afternoon faking wide smiles, laughing at jokes that weren’t even remotely funny, and generally being his mothers show horse in an effort to appease her congressman friends, he needed a moment of relief.
so imagine how easy it was for him to get out of the presidential suite and down to the bar.
he expected it to consist of the usual. too many drinks, dirty dancing with beautiful women whose names were never important enough to remember once he crossed state lines (one of which would end up in his bed by the end of it all, two if he’s feeling lucky), and explicit pictures that would be the talk of the internet by morning, undoubtedly pissing his mother off. the goal.
of course things don’t always go as planned. sometimes, you fly a little too close to the sun.
except this sun in question has a name,
a goddess. an angel, even. but most importantly
amerie isn’t sure why she let her friend convince her to come bar hopping. it’s never been her scene, especially tonight. she didn’t want to be in the same room as anyone important, but it would be damn near impossible not to considering the congressional hearing first thing tomorrow morning.
“i don’t know why i let you drag me out.” she mutters, fidgeting with the strap of her purse as they walk the pavement, inching closer to the building
her best friend, mecca, waves her off with an unbothered laugh “because you been glued to that desk for weeks. and please don’t start! ain’t nobody worried about congress in here amerie.”
“saying that like the city isn’t crawling with people who literally know faces and names for a living”
and it’s true. foreign diplomats, politicians, attorneys, lobbyists, journalists trying to blend in with the crowd, itching for a slip up. anyone who means anything. anyone who could easily recognize her and spin a night out into a headline.
and her boss would kill her if she did anything to jeopardize her run for senator.
she’d been very clear when she brought her on as her director of communications:
“i’m trusting you with one of if not the most important thing in this line of work: my image. you’re part of my team now, therefore everything you do, everything you say, every mistake—no matter how small—reflects back on me. and you know how badly they want to be ‘right’ about jasmine crockett, so don’t disappoint me.”
but alas, here they are. stilettos clicking rhythmically against the marble floor as they move in tandem through the hotel lobby like they own it, heads turning and jaws dropping in their wake.
nothing they aren’t used to.
“see? the ambience is so nice here,” mecca’s head swivels around the place in awe, still trying to convince her with a bright, coaxing smile “it’s not a regular bar” she adds, and amerie huffs “yeah, that’s exactly my point.”
warm lighting, dark, polished wood, stone walls that curve around the edges and soft jazz humming into the air from the stage perched in the center beneath the sharp sound of glasses clinking. not to mention, it’s packed.
her eyes immediately travel through the room out of habit. cataloging faces, placing names on them.
“mm mm,” she slows her pace “i told you it would be way too many people in here” mecca loops their arms together and keeps her stride, dragging her further “girl everybody minding their business. stop worrying so much”
“colonel sanders in the corner just broke his neck twice looking this way.” she objects and mecca sucks her teeth “because you look good as fuck” she retorts in an obvious tone
the two slide into stools next to each other and the bartender approaches almost immediately.
“what can i get started for you lovely ladies?” he tosses glances back and forth, mecca turns to look at amerie who’s already looking at her
“nothing crazy. you know i gotta be up early tomorrow” she warns, mecca rolls her eyes “this is why you needed to come” she turns back to the blonde man “we’ll have two margaritas, and two lemon drop shots, please” she smiles innocently
“mecca! i said nothing crazy!” she shoves her arm lightly “it’s not crazy. a little dangerous? maybe” she can’t help but giggle at her
she shakes her head, still smiling, intertwining her fingers and placing her hands neatly atop the bar. scanning the room.
“i swear if i see one fucking press badge I’m leaving.” she grumbles “calm down, you not on the clock right now” mecca reasons
as if on cue the bartender comes back with their drinks in hand and slides them across the counter
“cheers to being a badass comms director by day, and that girl by night” she raises the shot glass “and to nobody asking me about talking points for the next ten hours” they let their glasses touch and drop them onto the bar top before tossing them back
she exhales, shoulders less tense than they were just a second ago. trying not to let her nerves consume her, because despite how annoying it is, mecca’s right about her needing a break from work.
she adjusts in her seat a little and plays at the honey blonde blowout cascading past her shoulders, twirling and flitting the ends to her liking, and pulls her phone out to admire herself in the camera. snapping a few pictures in the process
and then, she feels it. staring.
now her head is on a swivel, as she knows it should have been from the start.
“miss?” the bartender comes back, a distraction from the frantic search for the pair of eyes that are seemingly glued to her “yes?” she asks without looking at him “for you”
she turns slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he slides a dirty martini over the bar toward her. the olive skewer more patronizing than usual
“from the gentleman over there”
she follows his line of sight and freezes when she sees who’s looking back at her. she recognizes him instantly. how couldn’t she? he made headlines for something new every other week, and truthfully she was starting to think it’s intentional.
politicians’ kids tend to do that.
but he isn’t just any politicians kid. he’s senator withers’—the markswoman who doesn’t take shit from anyone. except her son, apparently.
“oh bitch, he’s fine” mecca gasps under her breath “and he cannot take his eyes off of you”
“well he needs to” she retorts “he’s trouble. i don’t want any parts”
he’s super handsome, though. she’ll give him that.
sandy brown hair styled in a way that suits his face shape perfectly, a little muscle on his arms beneath the black blazer, long legs outstretched in perfectly tailored slacks beneath the table he’s sitting at, fingers fidgeting with his cuff link, and a smirk playing on his pink lips.
he’s at a good distance from the bar. far enough to pretend it isn’t intentional, but close enough that she can see the way his blue-green eyes drag unapologetically up and down her body. slow. deliberate. hungry
he’s daring her to take the bait, and she can tell by how relaxed he is that this usually works for him.
she finally breaks free from his gaze and turns back to her drink, bringing the straw to her lips and taking a more than generous swig of the fruity concoction. making a point to ignore mecca burning a hole in the side of her face.
“this is exactly why i didn’t want to come!” she whisper yells “what are the odds that a fucking senators son is here? and trying to get in my pants?!” she gulps down another heap of the slush to drown out the feeling of her pulse beating against her skin.
meccas biting her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing out loud, but the shake of her shoulders is evidence enough
“please relax, nobody knows what you do” she reasons “it doesn’t matter, mecca. all it takes is one picture, one rumor”
mecca opens her mouth to respond but closes it just as quick, gaze slipping past her head
“um, he’s standing up.” she whispers a warning, inducing panic into amerie. “what? stop.” “girl im not joking, he’s coming this way”
she curses under her breath and angles her body more toward mecca, hoping that he gets the hint and stops his advance, but men like him never do. something about the chase entices them
she then hears the soft scrape of the stool beside her being pulled out from under the bar, and a heavy presence follows. he doesn’t say anything yet, just lingers. letting her know that he’s there
mecca brings her cup to her mouth with wide eyes. the silence in this corner of the room is extremely loud
“i’m guessing you don’t like your martinis dirty?”
his smooth, sultry voice cuts through the quiet, clearly amused
she releases a steady breath before she turns to face him
and my god he’s breathtaking up close.
she hates that it’s the first thing that comes to her mind when her eyes meet his, but she isn’t blind. just careful
“i’m a little preoccupied.” she corrects “but thanks anyway” she tightly smiles and he chuckles with a slight nod “too ‘preoccupied’ to help me put a name to the beautiful woman in front of me?” he pushes, his first attempt at charming her
she sets her cup down firmly on the bar in front of her, never breaking eye contact, “yes, exactly.” her tone is so sweet it could’ve passed as a compliment.
“wow. i can’t at least get a fake name?” he says rhetorically “tyriq” his hand is outstretched now, patiently waiting for her to follow suit
instead, she lets her eyes drop to his large, veiny hand and back up to him just as quick
“not interested.” she says with a smile and an explosion of laughter leaves mecca.
he retracts slowly. but there’s a slight glint in his eyes. like he’s entertained, and just getting started.
he drags his gaze over her again, a smirk tugging at his lips before he huffs a laugh
“a straight shooter. i can respect it”
she tilts her head at the man, “glad we’re on the same page, then.”
mecca’s still laughing at the interaction beside her, head tossed back and shoulders bouncing, “girl,” she says in between giggles “why you doing him like that?”
amerie doesn’t look away from him, if anything, the eye contact gets even more intense
“because he looks like needs it.” she smiles again, practiced and polite. the way she trained herself.
he grins at that, teeth catching his bottom lip for a moment before he releases it “you sure?” he asks “you don’t even know why i came over here” he leans back into the stool, stretching an arm across his chest, with the other hand resting on his cheek as he studies her, really studies her. like he’s fully decided she’s something that needs figuring out.
“i know that you expect this to end with me in your bed” she insists, manicured fingers tapping rhythmically atop the bar
he laughs quietly and shakes his head at her in awe “damn, you don’t miss” her lips curve into a smirk “never.”
a moment of silence passes. lingering stares, unspoken words. and then he straightens in his seat before speaking again, his expression turning more intentional than playful. calculating his next move
probably because he sees it wouldn’t be as easy as he initially thought.
“give me five minutes.” he says finally “just five, let me prove you wrong”
she scoffs and reaches for the stem of her glass
“you’d be lucky if you got one.”
mecca chokes back a laugh at that, meanwhile tyriq just smiles even wider. like that just made his want even worse
“two then” he retracts his initial offer which earns a soft laugh from amerie. she finally breaks the unfaltering eye contact to take a sip of her drink, “you’re persistent.”
“nah, i’m patient” he corrects “when it’s worth it” he says pointedly. she doesn’t respond, but she fights the smile curving around her straw
“i’m about to go find me a table,” she announces which earns a panicked look from amerie “i can tell this about to turn into a .. moment” she slides off of her stool, and grabs her clutch
“i’ll be right over here. yell if you need me” she says with a wink before disappearing into the crowd of bodies, quicker than amerie can object, leaving them both in their own little tension-filled bubble.
after placing his cup back onto the bar he extends his arm to slip the sleeve of his blazer down a bit, glancing at his watch
“one minute and thirty seconds left” he announces with a smirk. she looks at him now, intensely, more intrigued by him than she’d like to admit
“amerie.” she offers finally.
he nods, satisfied, like everything clicks instantly with the sound of her name “amerie” he repeats as if he’s trying to burn it into his memory “fits you perfectly”
“saying that like you know me.” she scoffs, his eyes catch hers again, blue-green irises burning even hotter than before “i feel like i kind of do.” he says through a chuckle
“i can say the same about you.” she shoots back “wouldn’t be any good at my job if i didn’t.” she adds
“oh yeah? and what job would that be, amerie?” his voice dips, almost purring “the kind where this— she points between them “could get me in trouble.”
that peaks his interest. his smile shifts into something more serious, like she said the magic word
“trouble, huh?” he repeats with raised brows “sounds interesting” he swivels in the chair, knees angled toward her now, tracing his finger along the rim of his almost empty glass.
“i’m sure it does. seems like your thing” she says and he hums a response, bringing the cup to his mouth to finish it off
her eyes are following before she can stop them. studying the way his lips latch onto the glass
she gulps, “forty five seconds.”
he swallows the remnants of his drink and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, deliberately, she noticed “since we’re figuring eachother out,” he leans in a little closer, knee slightly brushing against hers beneath the surface “what else can you tell me about myself?”
she watches his eyes drop to her mouth for a split second before flicking back to hers which sends heat crawling up her neck.
she clears her throat, “fine. i’ll bite.” she shrugs
“congresswoman’s son. which means you didn’t get much attention growing up, so you look for it everywhere else— women, mostly,” she tilts her head “and you like making headlines because you know it gets under her skin.”
her eyes narrow during the pause, “did i miss anything?”
he’s chuckling lowly, shaking his head like she just said something cute. but she knows better.
“damn,” he says evenly “sounds like you practiced that. i feel special” a smile curves at his lips but his jaw twitches for a moment, not long. just enough to let her know that she hit a button.
he then leans back into the chair and lets both arms spread along the backrest, ego practically oozing out of him
“went straight for the kill” he adds
he straightens in his seat now, sharpening his interest back to her, searching her face, tracing every inch.
“but since we’re being honest..” his voice dips into something dangerous “my turn”
“hm.” she hums “fifteen seconds.” she smirks “that’s more than enough.” he shoots back
“you’re a listener, you let other people do the talking. makes it easier for you to assess them,” he glances down at her hands “tasking job. high pressure, i’m assuming? probably something like public relations, which explains why you’ve been looking around the room every five minutes from the moment you walked in,” her lip twitches at that. he’s been watching her since she walked in?
“it’s also why know so much about me.” he smiles at himself “smart enough to know i’m trouble, but curious enough to indulge anyway.”
silence falls over the two again. she doesn’t move, doesn’t blink.
he then tilts his head, studying her back, “did i miss anything, amerie?”
“times up.” she says simply
the hum of the room fills the air between them. loud chatter and glass serving as a buffer she didn’t know she would need.
despite every single instinct telling her to get up and go, to leave him sitting here with nothing but her name, she doesn’t. even knowing how risky it all is. it’s like she’s glued to her seat.
at least that’s what she’ll keep telling herself.
he doesn’t say anything, but he’s watching her. waiting for her next move. she sips quietly at the remainder of her margarita, avoiding his eyes and the heat sweeping across her cheeks.
he lets his eyes wander down to her chest, and then down the rest of her curvy frame being hugged just right in the black dress. he can’t help the smile creeping onto his face
and then, she catches him
“jeez, like what you see?” she leans back into her stool, hands folded neatly in her lap. his eyes stagger at her waist for a moment before snapping back up to hers “you know i do,” he responds easily “you’re still sitting here after calling time, and you’re not the type of woman to linger if you’re not even the least bit interested, so i know you do too.” he insists which earns an eye-roll from her
she couldn’t deny it if she tried.
“don’t flatter yourself. also, you were watching me as soon as i came in?” she asks softly, the corner of her mouth betrays her “look at you. how could i not?”
“hm. cute.” she’s still smirking
her skin is humming under his gaze. chest tightening as she attempts to fight off the temptation beginning to wash over her, she can’t do this, can she?
she hates constantly having to worry about her job, but it’s what she signed up for. and still, somehow, she ends up sliding out of her stool, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. but she doesn’t leave yet. not before she tosses a glance back at the man watching her hips move as she switches away
amerie shoots mecca a quick text to update her as they exit the bustling building, hands stiff from the cold air as the door slides shut behind them
and of course, mecca responds,
“i have a suite here,” he speaks up as they inch further away from the glow of the hotel’s entrance “we could’ve just gone upstairs”
she scoffs, breath turning to fog between them “of course you do. i just didn’t want to give you a false sense of authority”
he chuckles lowly at that.
they walk in silence for a little, passing glances back and forth, the only sound cutting in being the low growl of nonstop traffic moving around them along the busy street. as soon as they get to the end of the pavement, right before the curb, she stops abruptly, almost sending him stumbling into her
“let’s set some things straight, ‘kay?” she says sharply, turning to face him. he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his pants and nods, taking his bottom lip into his mouth as he stares down at her
“first, this isn’t a ‘win’ for you. this is mutual. i don’t get cornered, or hunted” she says and he smirks “understood.” his eyes flicker over her frame, barely listening to a word she’s saying because she looks so good bossing him around,
“second, no touching” she says firmly “not here. not yet.” that gets an eyebrow raise out of him “yet” he repeats quietly to himself
“and lastly, whatever happens, there won’t be any follow ups. no questions about my social media, my personal life, my job. this is it. got me?” she asks, eyes searching his for mutuality
there isn’t any, and she can tell this is the last thing he expected from her. but she doesn’t care. she has her rules for a reason
a long moment of silence passes before he exhales slowly, shaking his head a bit
“damn, do you always negotiate like this?”
“that’s none of your business. again, do you got me?” his jaw tightens which kind of satisfies her, “yes, i got you.” he says quietly
“good. let’s go” she says sweetly
as soon as they make it into the dimly lit parking garage she retrieves her keys from her purse, slowing her pace once they get closer to the black escalade
“this yours? let me find out you got kids at home, amerie” he jokes, she cuts him a look but playfully rolls her eyes “breaking rules already i see” she fights back a smile
they both climb into the backseat of the truck and once she closes the door behind herself she immediately bends down to take her heels off, tucking the hair that’s falling into her face behind her ears
he doesn’t waste any time either. as soon as she leans back into her seat, she’s his.
he slides into the middle, reaching over her and pulling her into his lap by her waist. her dress rises to her hips, and her pulse is drumming in her chest
for some reason she feels her nerves begin to swell now, even though she initiated it to this point, something about the way his gaze unravels her. and she hates that she loves it.
he stares at her for a little while longer, waiting to see if she’ll make the next move, and when she doesn’t he decides to take the lead.
"come here" he whispers desperately, placing a hand around her neck and bringing her face to his. he traces a thumb over her bottom lip, colored eyes picking her apart the longer he stares, and then gently presses their lips together as if he wants to savor every second
the kiss heats up quickly, both of them breathing heavy and feeling all over one another, tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths as their lips move together
he breaks away, "let me taste you." he murmurs breathlessly against her, shutting his eyes and holding his mouth ajar
she obliges without question and pools saliva between her cheeks, hovering over him and slowly emitting the string of drool into his mouth
the heat between her legs turns into a sticky mess at the sight of him below her. his cheeks flushed. needy. desperate.
he moans lowly, face contorting with pleasure as he catches the rest with his tongue before tilting his head to one side and resuming the messy, hungry kiss
they make out sloppily, fighting for the upper hand, but she doesn’t have any intention of losing. she has one hand cradling his head and the other resting at the nape of his neck, sliding her tongue further into his wet, warm mouth than it already is
he releases a shaky breath through his nose and digs his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs, tracing along the stretch marks etched into her skin, then gently glides up her bodice, finger tips slipping beneath the hem and slowly riding the little black dress dress up her toned back
he doesn’t hesitate to break the kiss before settling further back into the seat, eyes dropping from her angelic face to the exposed skin of her torso, down to her legs as she straddles his waist. he’s been feigning to see her frame beneath that dress all night.
her hips curve perfectly into the thickness of her thighs, ass sitting plump in his lap, and the belly piercing she usually tries to hide beneath her dress shirts and sweaters dangles freely against her smooth, brown skin. cherry gemstones adding to the perfectness of her body
“fuck.” he whispers, eyes wide “you hide all this under pant suits?” he’s looking up at her in awe, genuinely searching her face for the answer and she sputters a laugh “shut up.” she grabs his shirt and pulls him back in for more, lips smacking and strings of saliva traveling between them each time they retract
his fingers slide into her honey blonde hair, grabbing a fistful to deepen the kiss more than it already is while his free hand is traveling along her thigh, up her hip and planting at her waist, bringing her down harder onto the bulge in his pants
he grunts, “so beautiful” he murmurs into her mouth, grinding himself into her from below “never wanted someone this bad” he sighs
she whimpers at the feeling of his thick dick print rubbing against her clit through her dampened panties, pressing a hand against his solid chest to steady herself. they continue to kiss and he sucks and bites at her bottom lip, bringing his hands to her ass and cupping both cheeks, still winding his pelvis into hers, the friction sending what feels like fire through her body
she breaks away, “take this off” she demands as she fumbles with the hem of his shirt and he helps her get it over his head, his chiseled abs and tone body coming into view, sending a second pulse to her pussy
pulling the remaining half of her dress up her arms and tossing it into the seat next to them, he brings both hands to her perfect breasts, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he kneads them together in the black bombshell bra she’s wearing before sliding both straps down her shoulders
he leans in, taking one into his mouth at a time, circling each nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, and gently grazing at her nipples as he releases, she tosses her head back, an exasperated sigh leaves her mouth at the sensation, and his low moans vibrating against her skin makes her shudder
he slides a hand down to her center and into the seat of her panties, jaw dropping from how slippery she is, “drenching the fuck out of my fingers" he sighs into her chest, breathing picking up "i need to feel you" he quickly lifts her from his lap and undoes the belt around his slacks, rising a bit to pull them down to his ankles along with the briefs
he looks up at her and uses his free hand to thumb the string of her panties to the side, too impatient to even wait for her to take them completely off, lifting her from beneath her thighs and steadying himself at her entrance
"wait" she holds his gaze and he pauses "i got it."
she then reaches down and takes his pretty brown dick into her french-tipped fingers, rubbing over his tip with her thumb, precum dripping down his shaft. he curses under his breath at the action, face full of frustration and angst
she slowly brings herself down onto his length, and his whole body jerks. he sighs, tossing his head back into the headrest but she grabs at his jaw forcing his eyes back to hers "don't you dare look away from me, you wanted this" she says against his parted lips, his body shudders again
he nods slowly, “okay” his eyes never move from hers, he brings his large hands to her thighs and slowly grinds himself into the tight, wetness of her entrance from below, matching her rhythm and pace, trying not to cum too quick
"mhm, just like that,” she purrs, “you’re doing so good, baby" she whispers, pushing forward on her knees as she winds her hips up and down his member, meeting him halfway
"so fucking tight" he says breathily before nuzzling his lips into her neck, sending shivers through her body “kiss me, please” he whimpers, she looks down on him and his eyes are full of nothing but desire and desperation
it turns her on completely.
she cups his face into her hands and attacks his lips, moving their mouths together slowly, lips smacking upon release, botch moaning softly into each other
he slides his arms up her back, planting his hands on her shoulders from behind and lifts himself up from the seat using the muscles in his legs to anchor himself to the car floor and hold them both up midair as he digs deeper into her sticky, dripping pussy, the squelching and squishing of their juices mixing sounds like the most perfect song.
“fuck you feel so good” he breaks the kiss with a low, throaty moan “making a mess all over me” he grinds deep and slow, their combined juices sticky, lapping his pelvis on impact. his mouth falls agape as he slides in and out of her warmth
"oh my- tyriq wait- she yelps and grabs ahold of the headrest behind him, her acrylics scratching at the fabric, toes curling, heat building in the pit of her stomach. “take it, baby. you can do it” he whispers, fingers digging into the skin of her back
her moans are uncontrollable now, tearing through her throat with almost every stroke
he then slides a hand down to her ass cheek, grabbing a handful as he lifts and drops her onto him
“shit” she gasps sharply, eyes fluttering shut, and her head falls lazily to his shoulder, but he entangles his large fingers into her pressed hair and yanks her back, bringing her forehead to his and thrusting even deeper into her pussy,
“look at me, pretty girl, i got you” he whispers against her lips and drops her ass harder onto his pelvis, eyes never leaving hers, faces so close together that he’s inhaling her moans “mhm, give me all of this pussy” he grunts
he eases them back down to the seat still grinding deeper, harder, faster as he inches them both closer to the finish line
“f-fuck i’m about to- a moan escapes him before he can finish his words “not yet baby, wait for me,” she breathes, bringing her lips back to his
she matches his pace, leveling her knees on either side of him, bouncing up and down to catch him with each thrust,
“you wanna cum in me? hmm?” she purrs into the kiss, and his eyes flutter shut “y-yes baby” he stutters, breathing ragged. she traces her lips along his jaw as she lowers herself to his ear “beg for it.” she whispers, bringing herself down on him harder, taking every inch, electricity knotting her gut
he plants his fingers on her thighs as he continues to pound roughly into her, “please let me nut in this pussy” his eyes hold hers with desperation laced into each word, “please, amerie” he whimpers her name, thrusts stuttering, but she doesn’t stop, she brings herself all the way down onto him, and he tightens his eyes shut
“mhm, good boy. nut all in your pussy. it’s all yours”
he curses under his breath and she feels him begin to throb inside of her, the muscles in his abs spasm as he slows his thrusts
he brings a hand firmly to her waist to hold her down on his length as he thrusts sloppily, “nngghh— don’t fucking move,” he chokes out a moan “stay right here” he wraps a hand around her neck and connects their mouths as he finishes inside of her sticky walls, his body seizing and a guttural moan tears from his throat into the kiss, she comes right behind him
her core begins to twist and tighten with warmth, and then, the knot in her stomach snaps and a wave crashes over her entire body
“shit, shit shit, tyriq, i’m cumming— she squeaks, eyes tightened shut. her legs tremble as her body jerks and seizes before she can register the orgasm, she moans loudly “get your nut baby, you deserve it” he says breathlessly as her juices and his spill all over them both, dripping down her thighs onto his stomach and pelvis
neither of them talk for a while, he’s holding onto her long after they finish.
he lays his head on her bare chest with his arms wrapped around her torso, rubbing circles into the small of her back with his thumb
she stops running her fingers through his hair and pulls back
“tyriq..” she says softly, “it’s late, we should call it” he looks up at her and sighs heavily, unraveling his arms from around her and leaning back into the seat, eyes glued to hers “why? do you have somewhere else to be?” he asks with furrowed brows which earns a smirk from her “no, not that it’s any of your concern.” she climbs off of his lap and he hisses
he runs a hand along her thigh as she moves into the seat next to him, collecting her bra and dress
“so..when can i see you agai— “don’t.” she cuts in with narrowed eyes “what did i say before this?” he sucks his teeth and bends to snatch his briefs and slacks back up to his waist, the sharp clinking of his belt buckle cutting through the charged silence between them
“just saying, the city isn’t big enough for you to pretend i don’t exist.” he grumbles as he pulls his shirt over his head “why not? i’m sure you do it all the time.” she says pointedly. he pauses from putting his blazer on and shoots her a look “so that’s what this was? you proving a point?” he asks in disbelief
“no this was both of us getting what we wanted. why are you tripping? don’t ruin it.” she shoots back. he doesn’t respond, just shakes his head and smiles unbelievably, jaw clenched “i’ll be seeing you, amerie.” he says her name slowly, but snidely before popping the door open and climbing out, slamming it behind himself.
a smile creeps onto her face.
did she just get him, the known playboy, to crack? and why does it feel so good?
whatever the case, it can’t happen again. this was a one off, and that’s all it needs to be.
but not if tyriq has anything to say about it.
