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✿ Riri HEADCANNONS ✿ (Just seggs and relationship stuff)

A/n: This gon’ be a lil bit long, well a lot actually, so get your popcorn or wtv, cuz this is long LMAOO. Enjoy! Btw I’m working on more headcannons for Riri so there will be a pt 2 for Riri headcannons.

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First Category: Relationship shit (idk wtf to call it LMAOO)

❀ She will do everything in her power to stop you- she’ll act innocent, she’ll cry her heart out to you, and she’ll threaten that if you don’t come back, she’ll be gone and you’ll have to deal with it. She’ll even resort to violence and destruction if push comes to shove, so she’s not even above threatening you with that, especially if she’s really close to losing you. She’s a handful, but she’s pretty damn devoted to you… and that devotion is borderline obsession. She is obsesssive. She needs to be your everything, and you need to need her like she needs you. You are, in no uncertain terms, hers and only hers. She don’t want no one else but you, and damn sure don’t want you with anyone else but her. And if you try to leave, she’ll be damned if she has to just let you go. She’ll do whatever it takes to hold onto and keep you in her grasp. You belong to her, and that’s that.

“No one else will love you like I do. They can’t love you like I do baby, you’re mine, not theirs.”

- “Just try to find someone else like me mama, that’s it. See how long that shit lasts.”

- “No one else loves you like I do ma, I’m all you need.”

- “Baby- I’m attached to you, you ain’t going nowhere, even if I gotta tie you up to my bed to keep you. Ain’t nobody else gon’ touch you, let alone hold you pretty girl.”

- “You are mine and that’s that..”

How needy is Riri?

❀ Oh, very needy. She can’t go a day without you. She’ll be texting you constantly and will try to come see you whenever possible- not even just to hang out, she’ll just take any excuse. And it’s also very hard for her to keep her hands off you, so she’ll be touching and flirting with you all the time. She’ll give you pet names, she’ll call you baby, ma, beautiful, sweet girl, Mami, she’ll constantly be playing with your hair, she’ll give you hugs and cuddles all the time. she’s constantly holding your hand. She’s basically attached to your hip. She’s so clingy and needy for you, it’s honestly kinda scary. She’s got to have a vice grip on you or she’ll go crazy. She’s real clingy and needy. She loves to hold onto you, she can’t keep her hands off of you. If you try to get up and walk away, she’s always clinging to your arm, or your hip, or your waist, holding you back. She’s like those kids who don’t wanna go home and get clingy with their parents, she doesn’t wanna go home and be clingy with you. She’s got a vice grip on you.

- “Ma, where you goin’? You just got here.”

- “Come sit down and watch a movie with me pretty girl. I’m not sleepy, it’s all good.”

- “Baby, can we just spend, like… an hour cuddling? Please?”

- “Come and sit in my lap for a second mama. I just need to hold you for a bit, okay?”

- “I’m not tired, I’m not tired. C’mere, let’s just stay up all night and hang out yeah mama?”

- “Mami, come back to bed. I miss you already, come and lay down with me. Come here.”

- “You ain’t going anywhere, come back to bed and just spend the night with me. You don’t need to go home ma, lay down.”

- “Come sit down, get in my lap. I just want you close to me. Please mami??”

How does Riri handle her girlfriend’s attitude?

❀ Very likely. She’s had a lot practice in that area. She knows how to shut you up if you get too bratty with her. Usually with her kisses or by pinning you down, depends on the situation. She’s not above resorting to violence or force to get you in line, and she’s also just very stubborn too. Once she gets you tamed, you belong to her. You’re not going anywhere until she’s done with you, and that ain’t gonna happen for a while. Also, her possessive tendencies will usually come out in that situation too. She’ll get a lil bit scary if you get bratty with her, especially if someone else could see it happen. She does not like others seeing her as vulnerable, and god forbid if you dare to be bratty with someone else in front of her. Her possessive, stubborn, and jealous personality is no joke when it comes to handling your bratty ass.

- “Aight, bet. You keep that shit up, and I promise you it’s gon’ be a problem.”

- “You need to watch how you speak to me mama, I’m not fuckin’ playin’ with you right now.”

- “Keep getting smart with me and I’ma put you across my lap. Keep on playin.”

- “You must want me to fuck this attitude out of you mama?”

- “I will pick you up, and carry you over to that bed so fast mama, don’t even test me right now.”

She’s not afraid to put her hands on you, but she does try to make it playful. However, if you keep going, if you’re really bratty with her, and you aren’t stopping when she tells you to, she’s not one to just back down. If you get bratty with her, prepare to have your ass handled, plain and simple. She does not like her girl being bratty with her, and she’s not afraid to make sure you keep that kind of behavior in check.

How does Riri handle arguments?

❀ Oh, absolutely terribly. It’s rare if she even lets you get a chance to argue with her, and even when she does, she absolutely sucks at arguing in a mature way. she doesn’t know how to communicate her emotions, or needs, or issues she has to her partner, so she’s terrible at resolving conflicts of any kind in a mature way. She’s also really stubborn, and proud, so she’ll never ever admit when she’s wrong, unless her partner is really pressing her to do it. More specifically: she will absolutely start every fight, and she won’t even know how to end it. She starts them whenever she feels her ego is being threatened, any time her partner looks at someone who isn’t her, anytime her partner says something she doesn’t like, anytime her partner refuses to do what she wants, she will start an argument over any, and every, little thing, and most of her arguments will absolutely not be ended in a reasonable, rational manner. She is not mature enough to handle conflict in a healthy and constructive way.

- “Oh, so it’s like that?? So you gon’ get on me about that now?”

- “I’ll be damned if I’m about to apologize for getting jealous.”

- “You always gotta be in the damn right don’t you? Damn, maybe I should get with someone who ain’t so damn cocky.”

- “Damn, why you so difficult? Why you always gotta make me out to be the bad guy?”

- “Why you always gotta make things harder than they are huh? It’s not that damn serious baby.”

- “Yo, just shut the fuck up. I get it, you think I’m wrong, you always gotta think you know better than me, huh?”

She has quite the mouth, and her patience is absolutely non-existant when it comes to arguments. She won’t listen to what you have to say no matter what, and if she does, it’s not for very long. She knows how to dish it out and take it, and she can argue, but she can’t keep herself from making it personal, or using emotional language, or attacking your character instead of the topic of the argument. She’s absolutely terrible at arguing with her partner, and she has no problem attacking the person to get her point across. She will resort to anything to win an argument with you, and she won’t care if what she says hurts you. She will insult you, manipulate you, use your weaknesses as ammo against you, all that, anything she can to win, and she’s not even ashamed of it. Arguments with her are long, draining, toxic, and they are not pleasant.

How Is Riri with physical touch or physical touch from her girlfriend?

She’s touchy for sure. She absolutely loves any kind of physical attention her partner shows her. She’ll hug her whenever possible, hold her hand, play with her hair, always try to have her arm around or holding her in some way. She’s very, very, very affectionate. She’s a big fan of being touched and touching her girl, she really just wants to be close to her and have a hand on her at all times. She enjoys a lot of skin to skin contact with her gf too. She also loves leaving love bites on her too, just little reminders and signs that she owns you. She’ll make sure there’s a few visible spots for everyone to see, she won’t go too far, after all she does want to be discrete about it, but she wants to make sure others know she’s marked her territory. She’s definitely possessive when it comes to you.

She’s a very physical person in general actually. She’s the kind of girl who likes to lean against you, or put her legs on you, or be on your lap, or sit between your legs. She’s also the kind of girl who will just randomly start playing with your hair, or take your hands, or wrap her arms and legs around you, she just loves to be close to you and touch you, any way possible. It’s like she’s addicted to your touch in a way. She’ll also be very physically affectionate in private, like if you’re having some time alone. She loves to cuddle you, and she loves to have you cuddle into her. She’ll be kissing you all over, and she’s gonna want to touch you, feel you, and have you close to her. When in private she’s gonna be all over you, and she’s not gonna be letting you go too easily. She wants as much contact with you as possible

Second category: Sesbian Lex

She’s gonna be sweet talking you almost the entire time, she’ll be saying things like “you feel so good on me mama, I love the way you look at me baby”, or “I absolutely love being inside you right now” things like that. She’ll be saying it in a very sweet, soothing and seductive voice, and she’ll be whispering those things into your ear as she’s touching you or having you touch her. She’ll be teasing you too, whispering things in your ear like “don’t go quiet on me now baby, let me hear you say my name” or “there you go mama, say it louder for me, that’s it” she’s trying really hard to be in control of you, even when you’re the one on top or taking control. She wants to be heard, and she wants you to do as she says.

She’s also gonna be saying things like “don’t be shy mama, I want to hear you, I wanna know you love me” things like that. She’s gonna be taking her time to touch you slow and sensual. She’s gonna be gently rubbing you, using one of her hands to take your chin in her hand, and tilt your head back so she can kiss and nibble on your neck. She’s also an absolute tease, she loves to make you beg for her. She wants to know how badly you want her, how much you’ll do anything just to feel her. She can’t get enough of having you wanting, needing, and craving her. She wants to know you’re obsessed with her, and that you can’t go without her touch.

- “Don’t go quiet on me now baby, I want you to make all the sounds, I wanna make you say my name.”

- “There you go pretty girl, that’s it, that’s my favorite girl.”

- “Don’t be shy mama, you know I like to hear you, just relax for me baby.”

- “Come on baby, I want you to scream for me.”

- “Keep going for me baby, stay on top for me, I’m almost there too.”

- “You’re shaking so nice and pretty for me baby, you look so good like that.”

- “Say my name mama, tell me how much you need me.”

- “Look at me baby, I want you to keep touching me right here, just like that mama, that feels so good, just like that.”

- “I love how you look when you’re doing that for me baby, you’re so beautiful.”

- “Don’t be embarrassed baby, just stay on me like that, you’re so good for me, I’m so close.”

Hatefawkin’

Riri is an absolute fucking demon when it comes to hatefucking. She’s aggressive almost too aggressive during it, she’ll be holding her down, biting pretty hard, gripping her, and all of that. She’s gonna be very dominant during it, and probably a bit rough. She’s not gentle, not soft, and she’s not sweet, she’s gonna be straight up hate-fucking her. She’s also going to be very rough in her words too, she’s not going to be sweet, or comforting, or gentle with them either. She’s not gonna say things like “just like that baby, you’re doing so good for me”, she’s going to be degrading her, she’s gonna be saying things like “take it like the good little slut you are”, or “you feel so good while I use you”

And in general, her movements are gonna be rough and hard, they’re not gonna be soft or slow, she might even be borderline brutal, she’s taking out a lot of anger on her in this situation. She’s just generally gonna be a whole lot rougher and aggressive, she wants to let out a lot of pent up anger. She’s gonna be a lot more physical too, pushing, pulling shoving her, scratching, biting, she is not holding anything back in this situation. It’s gonna be a brutal, probably rough, definitely hate filled, and very intense situation. Basically a hate-filled domination session. She’s gonna have her pinned down, or she’s gonna have her against the wall, or on top of her, she’s got her body pressed against her, she’s got her hands on her wrists, keeping them pinned, and she’s getting it all out on her

She does not want to hold back, she has a lot of anger, and hate, and tension built up, and she’s taking every bit of it out on her girl, making sure she really feels it. She’s gonna be all over her: biting, kissing, scratching, touching, pulling, slapping. She’s just letting everything go. It’s gonna be a very intense and aggressive situation, her girl is probably gonna be sore for a few days after, she’s gotta lot of pent up anger to get out so she’s definitely not being gentle.

- “You can’t take it baby? Yes you can, and you fucking will.”

- “This what you wanted right ma?”

- “Unt unt, move yo’ hand or ima go faster.”

- “You love being full, dont you baby?”

- “You crying for me baby? Aww, keep crying like that it’s pretty, you’re so pretty when you cry for me.”

- “Aww what’s wrong baby? It’s too much? Too bad. Oh well, you gon’ have to shut that shit up and take what I give you pretty girl. Next time watch your mouth when you talk to me yeah?”

“I bet them other bitches can’t fuck you like I can, can they mama?”

“Aht aht, don’t fuckin’ touch me, keep your hands to yourself while I fuck you. You don’t get to touch all on me after the way you was actin’.”

“The fuck did I just say? Move your hand.”

“Cum if you want to, and see what happens.”

“Uh uh, throw that ass back on me, don’t act all shy and shit.”

Riri is a true muncher. She’s gonna be gentle but assertive with it. She takes her time with it, she likes to start slow. She’s gonna be teasing her pretty girl first, with little kisses on her thighs, she loves running her hands over her body. She’s gonna stay like that for a little while, kissing and biting her, just to get her worked up. Once she’s done with that, she’s gonna go in for the main course. She’s gonna be pretty fast with her tongue, she’s definitely gonna move around a bit too. She also loves to listen to her pretty girl, she’s gonna listen and see how she reacts to her every move, and she’s gonna take notice of what’s making her feel the best. She’s also gonna be kissing her too, she doesn’t even mind the taste, she just wants as much of her girl as she can get.

Riri eats pussy like it was her favorite meal. She'd start slow, kissing and licking gently before getting rough. She loved using her tongue and fingers together, sometimes even biting down on sensitive spots. Riri would start by spreading your legs wide, kissing up your inner thighs before diving in. She'd start with soft kisses on your pussy lips, teasing you gently before parting them with her tongue. She'd lick up and down slowly at first, getting you wetter and wetter. She'd then focus on your clit, sucking it gently before flicking it with her tongue. She'd alternate between soft kisses and hard licks, never staying in one spot too long. Her hands would roam up your body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

"Mmmm... taste so fuckin' sweet, baby. I could eat this pussy all day...”

“This pussy miss me?”

“Mmm, baby...you taste so fuckin’ good...”

"Hold my head baby…"

I gotchu baby... Lemme eat this pussy right."

Aftercare

After sex, Riri was a complete sweetheart. She'd cuddle you close, wipe you down gently with a warm towel. She'd kiss your forehead, stroke your hair, and make sure you were covered. She'd get you water, ask if you were okay, and spoon you from behind. She'd be extra careful with the way she handled your body, making sure you were comfortable and warm.

"You good baby?" She'd ask softly, stroking your hair gently.

"You need water?" She'd be super attentive, making sure you were comfortable and happy.

She'd also give lots of kisses and cuddles post-sex. She was really good at aftercare, "My pretty girl..."

"Shhh... relax, baby,"

"Let me hold you... you tired out, ma."

She'd run a warm bath, adding your favorite scents. She'd help you in gently, washing every inch of your body with tender care. Afterward, she'd dry you off slowly, kissing each spot she cleaned. She'd massage your muscles softly, checking for any tenderness or bruises from earlier. She'd run a warm bath, adding your favorite scents. She'd help you in gently, washing every inch of your body with tender care. Afterward, she'd dry you off slowly, kissing each spot she cleaned. She'd massage your muscles softly, checking for any tenderness or bruises from earlier.

She'd lie down next to you, pulling you into her arms so your head rested on her chest. She'd stroke your hair gently, whispering sweet nothings and compliments to make sure you felt loved and appreciated. "You did so good for me, baby," she'd murmur softly.

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

Hi can we get a pt 2 of Rosalie’s story? 🙏🏽 ☺️

Oooh I done forgot about that… there’s a 50/50 chance that I might get into that because I’m currently working on a fic rn but I’ll look into that!

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

Hey! Could I get a fem!theatre major!Nyx’s demigod daughter!reader(Ik that’s a lot) x Shuri where Shuri walks into reader’s room and hearing her sing songs from K-pop Demon Hunters which reader made Shuri watch with her and watch in astonishment as reader successfully hits all of Rumi’s notes and Shuri looks at her like she’s an Angel. It would be like, really, really, REALLY, fluffy and you can add smut if you want.

Now, I don’t know when I’ll get done w this, but Yes! Imma start writing rn.

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

If you’re new here Hi babes! I'm Zaii, nice to meet youuuu! I write fanfics, primarily focusing on Shuri and Riri, but occasionally exploring other characters. As a lesbian, my page is centered around lesbian relationships. Please note that I write explicit content, so if that's not your preference, you're welcome to leave. This page is intended for adults 18 and older, so if you're a minor, please refrain from visiting.

Things to know about me and kinda about my page:

I’m more of a Shuri’s girl, but I also enjoy Riri and want to write more fanfiction about her, especially with Iron Heart gaining popularity.

Namor x Shuri shippers will be blocked hard as fuck...because their relationship is not canon in the Marvel Comics universe. Namor, the Sub-Mariner, is often depicted as a love interest for characters like Sue Storm and Emma Frost, while Shuri, the sister of T'Challa (Black Panther), has her own storyline and love interests.

I am a D1 procrastinator so if you do ever request a fic, BARE WITH ME PLEASE, my lazy ass be getting distracted, not knowing that I got a whole fic to write that’s why the part 2 fics that I write has a far date because my lazy ass decided to finish it days later. But don't worry, I always come through eventually. Just be patient with me and I'll get it done.

I’m not the best at writing, but look. If you see any errors IGNORE THAT LOL I’m going to fix that, my bad. And plus, not everyone writes the same so… If you see some errors or some mis-punctuation, look over it!

I don’t do no cannibalism shit, NO! Don’t request for no damn cannibal fic because the answer is NO. Now, I can do gore fics, but cannibalism? Or any other weird shit? NO! I can do gore fics, but cannibalism? Or any other weird shit? NO! Absolutely not.

Keep in mind that my page is for the girls ONLY! if you're a male, please get the fuck out of here because we do scissoring over here.

Welcome!

𝒵𝒶𝒾𝒾'𝓈 ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ☆

Riri Williams

Just friends right? Pt.1

Just friends right? Pt.2

Mines Only

Riri headcannons

All up in your mind (Coming Soon)

Shuri Udaku

DANGEROUS TEMPATIONS

You get me so high

Rosalie Otterbourne

A Woman’s Prize

Mo Washington

Just Fo’ Me (Coming soon)

Haunting you… (Coming Soon)

HoodShuri

IS YOU FEELIN’ ME?

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[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

Just friends right? Pt.2

Parings: RirixFemReader

Containing: angst, kissing, a lil bit of smut, and fluff.

Summary: Riri was known as a stud, always dressing the part, and was never one who wore dresses, makeup, or anything too girly. You on the other hand were the opposite.. You were known as a girly girl, always well dressed and looking good, and she took a liking to you from the moment she met you. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable at best, and it didn't take long for the friendship to become a fwb/no strings attached kind of thing.

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Riri smirked against your neck, her hand moving faster, her fingers finding just the right way to touch you to make you squirm.

“Oh yeah? You like that, baby?” She murmured, her lips making their way up to your ear. Her hand stopped for a moment, just to tease you, drawing a frustrated whine from your throat.

“Use your words, baby.” She taunted, her fingers barely touching your clit again. “Tell me what you want.”

You groaned in frustration, your hips desperately trying to grind against her hand. The denial of release was driving you crazy and Riri damn well knew it. You could feel the smug smirk on her face as she continued to toy with you.

"You’re such a brat, you know that, Riri?" You shot back, your voice breathless and needy.

"Please touch me, baby." You finally gave in, your hands gripped her shoulders even tighter. "Please make me feel good."

Riri chuckled against your ear, clearly pleased that you gave in so easily. Her fingers found your clit again, this time with more pressure, and she moaned at the feeling.

"That’s it, baby. Beg for it." She murmured, her fingers moving in quick, tight circles. “You know how much I love it when you’re needy, baby." She added, her fingers picking up speed. “Such a pretty girl.”

You moaned aloud, arching into her hand as the pleasure built up even more quickly. You could feel yourself getting close, your thighs shaking and your hands scrabbling for purchase on her shoulders.

"Oh god... Riri.. I'm... so close..

please...." You moaned, your voice trembling, your hips desperately trying to grind against her hand. “Don’t stop….”

Riri moaned again, her fingers working even faster, her rhythm perfect. She could feel your desperation, your neediness driving her wild.

"That’s right, baby." She murmured, her lips finding your neck again. “You so close, ain’t it baby? So wet for me." She added, her fingers still moving in those same maddening circles. “You gon’ cum for me?” She asked, her voice low and commanding.

You moaned again, your body trembling with pleasure. Your hips were moving frantically now, chasing the release that was just out of reach.

"Yes, yes, I'm gonna... oh fuck... I'm so close." You moaned, your hands digging deeper into her shoulders. “Don’t stop, Riri, please don’t stop.”

Riri moaned against the skin of your neck, her fingers never slowing their pace. She could feel your legs trembling, your moans becoming louder and more frequent.

"That’s right, baby. Give in to it." She murmured, her fingers still working you skillfully. “Cum for me, ma.” She added, her other hand sliding up to grip your hair, pulling your head back.

"Cum hard for me, baby." She commanded, her voice lower and huskier.

You moaned louder still, the command sending you over the edge. Your body arched up, your legs trembling as you finally found your release. You moaned out Riri’s name, your hands gripping her shoulders even tighter, your nails digging into her flesh.

“Oh god... Riri!” You cried out, your hips still moving against her hand as the wave of pleasure washed over you. “Oh god, yes... ah, Riri...!” You panted, your body quivering as the aftershocks of your orgasm ran through you.

Riri moaned with you, the sight of you coming apart for her was driving her wild. Her fingers slowed as you came down from your high, her other hand releasing your hair and sliding down to hold your waist.

“That’s right, mama." She murmured, her lips finding your neck again. “You did so good for me.” She paused to lap at your skin, her tongue running over your pulse point.

"So pretty." She mumbled, her fingers still lightly touching you.

You moaned softly, your body still buzzing with pleasure. You leaned into Riri, your head resting on her shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. You could feel her chest rising and falling with her own heavy breaths, her heart beating fast against your cheek.

"That… that was…” You breathed out, your voice still shaky. "God damn, Riri."

Riri looked down at the clock and cursed under her breath. It was well past 11pm, and she had been supposed to be helping you study for your exams.

"Shit." She mumbled, her fingers finally pulling away from you as she sat up straight. "We were supposed to be studying." She groaned, running a hand through her hair.

She turned back to you, her hands still holding your waist. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry." She murmured, her expression apologetic. "We got carried away." She added, her fingers giving your waist a light squeeze.

"We can still study a bit more, but I'm not sure how much you'll actually retain." She let out a sigh, her thumb tracing small circles on your hip.

You groaned in frustration, your head falling back onto Riri's shoulder. You knew she was right; the chances of you retaining anything you studied now were slim. But you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You had been so close to getting caught up on your studies.

"Shit, Riri, I was seriously counting on you." You mumbled, your voice slightly muffled against her shoulder. "I was so close to getting caught up on my studies. And now..." You trailed off, feeling defeated.

Riri's grip on your waist tightened slightly, her fingers digging into your skin. She leaned her head against yours, her voice tinged with guilt.

"I know, baby. I know." She murmured, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on your hip. "I'm sorry. I got carried away." She added, her tone apologetic.

"I swear, I'll make it up to you." She promised, her hand sliding up your waist to rest on your back, holding you closer.

You leaned into her embrace, feeling a small wave of comfort wash over you. You knew Riri didn't intentionally mean to get carried away. She was just... Riri. Impulsive, cocky, and incredibly distracting.

"You better make it up to me." You huffed, your hands sneaking under Riri's shirt to rest on her bare waist. "I need to pass these exams."

Riri chuckled softly, feeling your hands on her bare skin. She loved feeling your touch, even in a moment like this.

"It’s gon’ be aight. You'll pass these exams just fine, with or without my help." She murmured, her hands sliding down to grip your ass again. "But I'll still help you anyway, cause I'm a good friend." She added with a cocky grin.

Riri leaned back from you, her hands reluctantly leaving your body as she reached for her backpack. She rummaged inside, pulling out various notebooks, texts, and her laptop. As she placed them on the bed in front of you, she let out a sigh.

"Okay, we gotta get down to business now." She announced, her tone slightly more serious. "We gon’ cram as much info into your head as possible in the shortest amount of time." She said, her demeanor shifting back into tutor mode.

Riri opened up her laptop, tapping away at the keys as she pulled up some online notes and practice problems for you to work through. Her fingers moved quickly, her focus completely on her task.

"Aight, let's start with geometry." She said, her eyes scanning the screen. "Which topic do you need the most help with?" She asked, her tone slightly impatient. "And don't say all of it." She added, glancing up at you with a slight smirk.

You shot a glare at Riri, not amused by her snarkiness. But you knew better than to mess with her when she was in 'tutor' mode.

"It's really the angles that are messing with me." You admitted, shifting a bit closer to her to look at the laptop screen. "I just can't remember which angle measures which side." You mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed by your own difficulty.

Riri rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated by your apparent struggle with basic concepts. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath and tried to be patient with you.

"Aight, listen up." She said, turning to face you fully. "There are five main angle measures. Acute, right, obtuse..." She listed off, holding up a finger for each one. "Isosceles, scalene, interior, exterior." She continued, her tone a mix of condescending and educational.

As Riri continued to lecture you on the different angle measures, your focus drifted away from her words and towards her appearance. She was wearing a simple outfit - a white tank top that hugged her toned muscles and low-waisted grey sweatpants that hung slightly off her hips, revealing a hint of her boxers and the sharp v-line of her abs. Her long black butterfly locs were pulled up into a bun on top of her head, her face free of makeup.

Every time she turned to look at the computer screen or gestured with her hands, you could see the muscles in her arms flex, the curve of her biceps prominent. And as she leaned closer to you to show you something on the laptop, you couldn't help but notice the way her breast poked through the fabric of her tank top, nipple hardening in the cool air. You could feel a stirring of desire growing within you, your thoughts quickly shifting away from the topics at hand.

"You getting this?" Riri asked, turning back to you with a raised eyebrow and a hint of annoyance in her voice. She could sense your lack of attention, your eyes raking over her body instead of fixing on the laptop screen.

"Earth to you ma." She snapped her fingers in front of your face, trying to bring your focus back to the task at hand.

You quickly snapped back to reality, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught daydreaming. You cleared your throat, trying to force your mind back on track.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." You mumbled, attempting to focus on the laptop screen again. But the image of Riri's body seared into your mind, making it difficult to concentrate on the equations in front of you.

You snapped out of your thoughts, realizing you had been caught ogling her. You shook your head slightly, trying to recompose yourself.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting it." You replied quickly, trying to act nonchalant. But your gaze kept darting back to her body, taking in every curve, every muscle, every... detail.

"I just got distracted, that's all." You mumbled, hoping she wouldn't notice your wandering eyes.

Riri's eyes narrowed as she noticed where your gaze kept sneaking off to. Despite your attempt to play it cool, she could tell what you were thinking, and she was not amused.

"Uh huh... you were definitely distracted." She drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, if you wanna check me out, you could at least try to be more subtle about it." She added with a taunting smirk.

Your cheeks flushed red, mortification flooding you as Riri called you out. Damnit, why did she have to be so damn observant?

"I... I wasn't checking you out." You protested, trying to salvage what little dignity you had left. But your voice was unconvincing, and your eyes kept betraying you, stealing glances at her body.

"I was just... observing." You mumbled, feeling heat rise to your face.

Riri rolled her eyes, clearly not buying your excuse. "Yeah? And what exactly were you 'observing'? The fuckin’ ceiling fan?" She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at you.

"Come on, ma. You not fooling nobody." She drawled, her tone laced with smugness. "Just say you like what you see baby. It ain’t no shame in admiring what you like.”

Your cheeks grew even hotter, your embarrassment reaching new heights. Goddamnit, Riri and her cocky attitude. She always knew how to push your buttons and make you feel vulnerable.

"Can we just focus on the geometry, please?" You mumbled, trying to shift the conversation back to the task at hand. "I’m trying to study, here." You added, desperately trying to maintain your composure.

Riri let out a derisive snort, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Oh, now you wanna focus." She taunted, leaning back in her chair with an arrogant smirk. "Funny how you was just beggin’ and moanin’ for me to play with your pussy, but hey? Let’s get back on topic.”

Your eyes widened at Riri’s bluntness, your embarrassment reaching new heights. You couldn’t believe she mentioned that right now, in the middle of your study session.

"Riri, seriously…” You groaned, feeling heat creep up your neck. "Can we not talk about that right now?" You pleaded, trying to ignore the way her cocky smirk was making you feel.

Riri chuckled, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Oh, but why not?" She asked, feigning innocence. "We’s just discussing what you was observing." She drawled, her eyes roaming up and down your body. "And it seem like you wasn’t the only one observing." She added with a sly grin.

Your cheeks burned even redder as Riri's gaze lingered on you. She was enjoying this way too much, and you were starting to get fed up with her smug attitude.

“Just shut up. Please, alright? Can we just get back to studying?” You huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively. "Let's just focus. We're supposed to be doing geometry, not reminiscing about what happened earlier."

Riri tsked, a cocky smirk still plastered on her face. "Oh, princess getting a lil flustered?" She drawled, her tone taunting. "You the one who keep ‘observing’ me, remember?" She added, her eyes still roaming over your body.

Your frustration with her smugness was growing, but you tried your best to maintain your composure.

"Riri, cut it out. Can you just focus on the subject for once?" You grumbled, trying to steer the conversation back togeometry.

Riri smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying your flustered state. "Aw, getting all hot and bothered, baby?" She taunted, her fingers still toying with the hem of her tank top. "Can't handle me?" She added, her tone smug.

Your face flushed red as you tried to regain your composure.

"...no. Shut up." You muttered, trying to ignore the way her fingers were grazing her skin.

Finally, after hours of studying, you let out a sigh of relief as you shut the last textbook. You couldn’t believe it, but you actually understood the concepts now. Thanks to Riri’s guidance and her... unique methods of motivation.

You looked up at Riri, who was sitting across from you with a smug grin. She had been insufferable throughout the whole session, taunting and teasing you at every opportunity. But now, something gnawed at you, a thought that you couldn’t shake.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "Riri," you began, your voice soft but determined. "Can we talk about something real quick?" You asked, suddenly serious.

Riri noticed the change in your tone, her smug expression faltering slightly. She could tell that this was something important.

"Yeah, baby, wassup?” She replied, her tone now more measured.

Well, here goes nothing…

Author note: Ts was rushed ya’ll I’m sorry 💔

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

Just friends right? Pt.1

Parings: RirixFemReader

Containing: angst, kissing, a lil bit of smut, and fluff.

Summary: Riri was known as a stud, always dressing the part, and was never one who wore dresses, makeup, or anything too girly. You on the other hand were the opposite.. You were known as a girly girl, always well dressed and looking good, and she took a liking to you from the moment she met you. The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable at best, and it didn’t take long for the friendship to become a fwb/no strings attached kind of thing.

Tags: @studpanther1031 @shuriswifeyyy @shuririsecretl0v3r @shuriandririswifey @shurislover @shuriszn @darkskinchristiandiorpostergirl @doms-fav @aaliyg @letitiamwrightassociation

Author note: Look, if some of y’all don’t be on here, my bad for @ you lollll 😭 I’m tryna @ as much Riri Readers as I can so if you’re randomly tagged that’s my baddd I just want you to enjoy this lil fanfic of Riri since iron heart will be out tomorrow 🫶🏾. Sooo… yeah, enjoy!

Riri and You had been friends ever since you and her met in school, you two got close fairly quickly. Riri has always been a flirt, and it didn’t take long for her to start hitting on you, but you were… cautious… at first. A lot of people didn’t like Riri, seeing her as a bit too… hood for most people’s taste, but you didn’t see her like that. Despite what everyone else would say, you genuinely enjoyed her company.

It turned out you weren’t the only one who felt that way as Riri and you grew closer over the years, even when she had problems with other students or other people due to her personality, Riri stuck by you and you stuck by her. The two of you were practically inseparable.

Eventually, things started to change between you two. The two of you started getting closer and closer, closer than even either of you expected. It was around then when you started realizing things about yourself that you never did before. Things about Riri’s appearance. Her lips, her body, the way she carried herself. And then one day, it hit you: You had a crush on her.

Riri wasn't stupid either, she noticed the way you were growing more and more comfortable with her, the way you blushed and grew flustered whenever she touched you, the way you'd look at her for a few seconds longer than someone normally would. And she found it cute. She found YOU cute.

It started with small flirtations from Riri here and there, and after some time, Riri finally made a move during one of the times the two of you were alone in her dorm. Riri made a flirty comment that was just a little more bold than usual, which caught you off guard. But rather than pull away and become flustered, you found yourself flirting back, which Riri was happy about.

Riri sat on the edge of her bed, crossing her leg over the other as she waited for you to settle down. The room was silent for a moment until Riri decides to speak up, "So you needed help on finals, huh? I swear if you were just finding a way to hang out with me, you coulda just said that-" She teased, a cocky smirk plastered on her face.

"So, which subject did you want my expertise on, babygirl?" Riri questioned, standing and slowly making her way towards you. Her hands rested on your waist, pulling you in close. Her demeanor was cocky and playful, her dark eyes holding a smug glint as she looked down at you. "Cause I know I'm pretty smart, I just hope you can keep up."

Leaning against her desk, Riri continued to hold you close, her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as she spoke. Her smirk grew slightly wider and she pulled you even closer, her fingers ghosting over the skin of your waist as she continued talking. “But in all seriousness, you really gotta start studyin’ more.” She murmured, tilting her head to the side slightly as her tone changed from playful to something much more... suggestive.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes, your hands finding their place on Riri’s shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle. It was clear you were growing more impatient with Riri’s cocky attitude, which was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Don’t gotta be so condescending about it.” You huffed, your grip on Riri’s shoulders tightening ever so slightly.

Riri noticed your change in mood and smirked again, finding amusement in how annoyed you were. Her hands roamed over your waist and up to your hips, her grip firm but not painful.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Don’t like me teasin’ you, mama?” She drawled, leaning in closer, her lips hovering just inches away from yours.

Riri’s fingers continued to dance along your hips, her thumbs slowly working their way under your shirt. Her hands were slightly cold, making the sensation of her hands on your skin that much more noticeable.

“Or are you just mad cause I’m better at everything than you?” She taunted, clearly enjoying your growing frustration.

Your jaw clenched, your annoyance with Riri’s smug attitude growing by the second. You pressed yourself closer to her, your fingers digging almost painfully into her shoulders.

Leaning in slightly, you narrowed your eyes at

Riri, your voice dripping in sarcasm, “Oh, I’m so terribly sorry. I didn’t realize we had a goddamn genius in the room.”

Riri chuckled at your sharp reply, finding joy in seeing you all bristled up like this. She easily pulled you onto her bed, sitting back against the headboard and patting the spot next to her, signaling for you to take a seat there.

"Come here, mama. I’ll help ya study." She grinned, her hands reaching for her backpack and pulling out some of your shared books along with her laptop.

As you settled next to her, Riri quickly opened up her laptop, her fingers flying over the keys as she logged in and pulled up the digital textbooks. With the books and laptop in place, she turned her focus onto you.

"So," she began, her tone changing from smug to more serious. "Which subject are you struggling in the most?"

Riri kept her gaze on you, her gaze scanning your features, trying to gauge your mood. She was still cocky and smug, of course, but there was a glimmer of concern in her dark eyes. She genuinely wanted to help you study, even if it meant toning down her teasing just a bit.

"Don’t be shy, baby girl. Tell me which subject is givin’ ya trouble." She urged, her hand reaching out and giving your thigh a slight squeeze.

You sighed, pushing away any lingering annoyance as you focused on the task at hand. After taking a moment to think, you finally spoke up, "It’s probably math. I’m having trouble with geometry." You admitted, a slight frown on your face.

"Oh, geometry, huh?" Riri murmured, a small grin forming on her lips. "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be a geometry expert." She bragged, her hand now resting on your thigh.

"You got lucky with me as your study buddy." Riri continued, her hand moving higher up your thigh as she scooted closer to you. "I'm gonna teach you everything you need to know, ma." Her voice was almost taunting again, as if she was taunting you with her intellect.

"And just so you know, I expect some gratitude after this." She added, her fingertips dancing along the hem of your shorts.

"Cause teachin’ a pretty girl like you is very tiring." Riri drawled, her voice low and suggestive. Her fingers slid under your dress, inching higher up your thigh as she pressed closer to you.

"I’m gon’ need some ‘payment’ for my extra hard work." She murmured, her lips ghostung over the shell of your ear.

Her fingers found the waistband of your shorts, her hand dipping lower and lower. Riri continued to murmur into your ear, her breath hot against your skin.

"Somethin' nice and relaxing, maybe. Somethin’ to help me…” She paused, her hand finding the fabric of your underwear and running a finger lightly over the fabric. “Unwind.” She finished, her tone dripping with suggestion.

Her fingers continued to explore, finding the hem of your underwear and sliding beneath it. Riri kept her lips close to your ear, her voice still low and seductive.

"You’re gonna help me relax, right, baby?" She murmured, her hand moving lower and lower, her touch becoming more insistent.

"Right now?" You asked, your breath hitching.

“Right now.” She confirmed, her hand finally finding its destination. Her fingers slid lower, finding your clit and circling it slowly.

"But first…” Riri murmured, her other hand reaching down to adjust her position, spreading her legs around you. “I’m gonna need you to pay up too.” She added, her lips finding your neck and leaving messy, hot kisses down your shoulder.

She moaned softly against the sensitive skin of your neck, her breath warm and damp. “You like that, baby?”

You couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, your head falling back and your hips canting up to meet her touch. A low moan escaped your lips as her fingers continued to circle your clit, the buildup of pleasure building quickly.

"Fuck… R-Riri…." You breathed out, your hands finding her shoulders and digging your fingers into the muscle. “God, yes…” You moaned again, your thighs trembling as she added a bit more pressure.

To be continued…

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

You get me so high (ShurixFemReader)

Containing: Some real intimate shit, angst, kissing, passionate love, romantical shit, etc.

Summary: Best friends to lovers.

Author note: This is short so, enjoy!

Shuri was taking a hit from a joint in her hand, exhaling the smoke soon after. She let her head lean against the wall of her room while closed her eyes, relishing on her high.

This was the most relaxed she's been in forever…

"You still with me?" She asked with a raspy voice, turning her slightly to look at you.

You sat right next to Shuri, leaning against the same wall. You held a half-finished blunt between your fingers as you looked back at her.

Your mind was foggy and hazy from the weed, but you were still conscious enough to reply.

“Yeah, I'm still here.” You responded, smiling at the slightly dazed look on Shuri’s face. She looked really nice with her glossy eyes and parted lips.

Shuri caught the way you were looking at her. She smirked lopsidedly, finding you a bit amusing.

"You're staring." She commented quietly, bringing the joint up to her lips again to take another hit.

You felt your face heat up after being called out like that. You quickly turned away, taking a hit from your blunt in an attempt to divert your attention.

“I wasn't.” You mumbled, trying to convince yourself that you weren't caught ogling your friend.

You, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Shuri, could pass as her opposite. Unlike her, you leaned more into the feminine side.

A soft look was visible on your face, with long braids that hung over your shoulder. You were more on the curvy side with ample thighs and chest, but you still had an athletic toned build.

Shuri, on the other hand, leaned more towards the masculine side with a toned, athletic physique. Her head was shaved on the sides.

Shuri was dressed in a cropped muscle tee, making it fairly possible to get a view of her taut abdomen. Baggy cargo pants and sneakers were the rest of her outfit.

You wore a loose crop top, the neckline hung off one of shoulders and displayed your sports bra underneath. Your shorts were equally as short, barely concealing the lower half of your ass.

Shuri eyed you again, her gaze lingering on your legs and exposed midriff.

“You look good, you know that?” She blurted out, her stoned mind lowering her filter. She took another hit from her joint.

You looked back at Shuri in surprise, your eyebrows raised and face warm.

You were used to compliments that were directed at your looks but getting one from Shuri was different. You always thought she looked amazing, yet she was telling you the same thing.

“Oh, really?” You said, unable to stop the small smile from forming on your lips. “You’re saying that because you’re high.” You quipped back.

“Not entirely,” Shuri replied bluntly.

She let her eyes flick up and down your body, trying to subtly check you out. You totally noticed.

“I mean, yeah, the weed is definitely making me more brazen, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not true.” She added, not even bothering to deny that she was checking you out.

Your heart pounded faster in your chest as Shuri continued to speak.

You tried to push down your rising nerves, but you didn’t succeed.

You could deal with guys giving you a look, but coming from Shuri was entirely different. Her gaze was heated and intense as she looked at you, lingering on the small amount of flesh your outfit exposed.

Your thoughts were a mess and your body felt hot.

Your breathing was slightly uneven as you held eye-contact with Shuri. Your fingers shook a little as you brought the blunt back up to your lips for another hit.

Shuri took in the way you squirmed, smirking inwardly to herself.

“You nervous baby?” She asked smugly.

Your face only grew warmer at Shuri's remark.

She was so smug! And cocky.

You couldn't believe that Shuri was messing with you like this. It was making your heart race and your stomach do summersaults. “No,” You lied, though very badly.

You inhaled sharply as Shuri got closer, her face mere inches from yours.

A shiver went through your spine as she spoke lowly, the roughness in her voice sending heat between your legs.

She was being too forward, too cocky. Still, you found yourself unable to speak, too distracted by her intense eye-contact.

Shuri's smirk widened as she noticed how flustered you were.

She liked seeing you like this, so out of sorts and flustered. Especially since you were usually the one who made others go red-faced.

Her free hand rested on your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.

Your eyes darted down to Shuri's hand on your thigh, gulping nervously as she rested it so close to the hem of your shorts.

Your nerves were in overdrive now; your mind was a fuzzy mess and your heart was going a mile a minute. Even the hand holding the blunt was shaking.

Shuri set the dying blunt down in the makeshift tray in front of her, her eyes never leaving your face.

She leaned in closer, her fingers trailing on your thigh as they moved up. Her other hand rested on your hip, squeezing slightly.

When there was barely any space between your face, she stopped. Her lips brushed yours when she spoke. “Can I kiss you baby?” She murmured huskily.

Your eyes were half-lidded as Shuri's voice washed over you. Her hands on your body were so hot you swore she was burning you. You were barely able to form a coherent thought with how overwhelmed you were.

Still, you managed to nod your head and whisper out a breathless "yes."

Shuri smirked triumphantly as you gave in and gave her permission to kiss you.

She didn’t hesitate.

She leaned in and claimed your lips in a firm, but slow kiss. Her hands gripped your hips as her mouth moved against yours, tasting the weed on your tongue.

You melted under her touch, moaning softly as you gripped Shuri's shoulder for support.

You were completely at her mercy, letting her take control of the kiss. Her lips were rough but her kisses were gentle, surprisingly. You would've thought she'd kiss you roughly with the way she acted.

Your hand moved up her neck and into her hair, messing up the Mohawk.

Shuri moaned lowly as your fingers gripped her hair.

She liked the way you held on to her, submitting to her as she deepened the kiss. Her hands ran up your sides, feeling your bare skin under your cropped top.

She shifted her body to get even closer, wanting to feel you all over. Her mouth was insistent against yours as she slid her tongue inside. Her hands squeezed your hips, trying not to grip too hard.

You gasped helplessly against Shuri's mouth as her hands wandered to your bare skin.

The roughness in her hands sent another shiver down your spine, making you press against her in neediness.

The roughness of her tongue against yours was maddening. She was taking everything she could from you, and you found yourself willingly giving it up as she made your body her playground.

Your mind was practically swimming, clouded by nothing but Shuri and her hands on you.

Shuri felt you press against her and moaned approvingly.

She wanted you needy like this, wanted to feel what she was doing to you. Her hands slid down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

She broke away from the kiss slightly, her face inches from yours. Her eyes were dark and hungry as she looked down at you.

“You like this yeah?” She panted, her hands squeezing your ass again.

Your face was burning and the heat was spreading throughout your whole body.

You were on fire, every touch and graze from Shuri was sending you crazy and you could barely contain yourself.

A loud moan ripped from your throat as her hands gripped your ass again.

“Yeah.” You breathed out heavily, trying to get a grip of yourself. “God, yes.” It was hard to focus when she was looking at you like that.

Shuri let out a cocky laugh, her smug face back in full force.

She leaned back in close again, her hands holding your jaw still.

“Yeah?” She repeated, her gaze locked on your face. “You love being a pretty mess for me, don't you baby?” Shuri murmured huskily. She dragged her thumb over your bottom lip, pressing against it to make it pop out.

Shuri chuckled at the look on your face. She was smug but you could see the sincerity in her expression.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you like this." Shuri admitted with a laugh, her hands still firmly on your hips.

"I've always had a big fat crush on you, you know that?" She continued, a smirk curling on her lips.

Her hands moved up to your waist, thumbing the sliver of skin that was visible.

Her eyes roamed over your body hungrily as she spoke.

"For so long I've been dreaming about this moment." Shuri murmured, her fingers grazing your stomach again. "Thought about what it'd be like to have you under my fingers, all flustered and needy." She smirked.

Her hands slid up your sides again, running over the expanse of skin of your stomach and chest.

"And now you're here, being so good for me." Shuri murmured, her hands resting on your rib cage under your cropped top.

Her fingers brushed over your bra, running along the band. You shivered in her grip, breathing heavily as she teased you.

"You're so beautiful baby. So perfect." Shuri praised you, her eyes raking over every part of you.

Shuri's smirk softened into a warm smile.

She looked at you with adoration and appreciation, her hands sliding up further to caress your neck and jaw.

"You're just so amazing, you know that?" She murmured, a bit more tenderly this time. "You're so strong and confident and so, so amazing. Sometimes I don't know why I'm friends with you." She joked, her hands now holding your face gently.

She leaned forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

Despite her cocky attitude and dominant tendencies, Shuri was still somewhat of a giant softie. And right now, she was being very soft as she showered you in praise and adoration.

Her hands stayed on your neck, running through your braids and playing with the ends of your hair. She was close enough to see the small details of you face; everything from the mole in the corner of your eye to the way your eyelashes flared in the low light.

"You're pretty and sexy. I really just wanna keep you forever." Shuri continued, her eyes on your face as she spoke.

Your brain was mush as Shuri continued on her tirade, the compliments she was giving you making your heart skip a beat.

You swallowed nervously under her gaze, your mouth a little dry from nervousness.

"Y-you really mean all of that?" You rasped out, struggling to find your voice under her intense eyes.

Shuri's eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. She was close enough to brush her nose against yours.

"Every word Intombazana emnandi." Shuri murmured in response.

Her hands moved higher, one tangling in your braids and the other coming to rest on your cheek. Her thumb grazed your bottom lip, then pressed gently, asking for entry.

Her other hand tightened in your hair, pulling you forward slightly so your bodies were flushed against each other.

You moaned involuntarily, the feeling of your chest pressed against Shuri's causing shivers to run down your spine. You couldn't hold back the moan, especially when her thumb was still pressing against your lower lip.

You opened your mouth automatically, your tongue darting out to taste the appendage. You closed your eyes in anticipation as she leaned in closer.

The kiss was needy and rough, unlike the way Shuri was praising you just a moment ago.

Her body was pressed fully against yours, making you feel the heat and the way her muscles tensed when her hands gripped you.

She was still holding your face in her hand, using it to angle your head how she wanted. Her tongue explored your mouth like she was starving, tasting every part of you.

Your mind was spinning as Shuri ravaged your mouth, completely overtaken by her.

Her hands were hot against your skin as they wandered, feeling every inch of you.

You moaned loudly, helpless to the way she was making you feel. She was consuming you completely, leaving you with no other thoughts besides her and the way she was moving with you.

Shuri groaned as you moaned into her mouth, the sound going straight to her head.

She pulled your body tighter against hers, her hands never still as they explored every part of you they could reach.

You broke away from the kiss, gasping for air as Shuri's hands moved back to your hips and ass. She squeezed roughly, making you arch against her.

"Shuri, wait," You pant out, your hands gripping her shirt.

"What?" Shuri growled lowly, her hands not stopping their ministrations.

She leaned in to mouth at your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. Her hips pressed against your stomach, seeking some kind of friction to quell the burning desire building up in her.

You moaned shakily, your head tilting back as Shuri's mouth found a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear. Her hands were rough on your body, her fingers digging into your flesh possessively.

You had to focus. Despite how good this felt, you needed to give her an answer.

"I just-" You rasped out, trying to form a coherent thought with Shuri's mouth on your neck. "I have something to tell you."

Shuri groaned in reluctance and stopped her assault on your neck.

She straightened back up and tilted your chin up with her fingers, looking down at you with a slight frown.

"What is it?" She asked impatiently. Her hands were still on your hips, anchoring you to her.

You swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very aware of the position you were in with Shuri.

Your heart was racing and your body was flushed, the high you felt earlier was still in effect.

"Just-" You took in a deep breath. "Just promise you'll hear me out, okay?" You said, your voice still a bit raspy from being manhandled.

Shuri's frown deepened, but she nodded anyway.

She removed her hands from your body to cross her arms defensively across her chest.

"I'm listening." She prompted unhappily.

You fidgeted slightly under Shuri's intense gaze, feeling somewhat intimidated under her displeased expression.

You exhaled shakily, taking a moment to gather your thoughts and courage.

"So, um... I-" You stumbled over your words, feeling increasingly nervous.

What if she didn't return the sentiment? What if you ruined the friendship you two had by admitting this?

Shuri's face became unamused as you stumbled over your words. She was already annoyed with you pulling away from her to confess something, the least you could do was be concise about it.

"Can you just spit it out?" She snapped, her fingers twitching against her arms.

Shuri's harsh tone almost made you flinch back, but you held your ground.

You took in a deep breath and met Shuri's gaze firmly.

"I just... I need you to know that I-" Your voice cracked a little, but you pushed forward. "I love you. I'm in love with you." You admitted, your heart lodged in your throat.

Shuri's eyes widened slightly as your confession tumbled from your lips.

She stood still, her arms going slack by her sides as shock flooded through her.

"You-" She started, but couldn't form any more words. Her lips kept opening and closing like she was trying to talk but didn't know what to say.

Shuri's face completely shifted into something softer at your admission.

The frown dissolved, her arms fell back to her sides. Her eyes widened a bit as she stared at you in disbelief.

She remained quiet, her eyes searching your face for any sign that you were lying.

After a silent moment, her arms shot forward and wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

Your breath was knocked out of you as Shuri abruptly enveloped you in her arms.

Her grip on you was almost bone-crushing, her fingers digging into your back as she held you close.

She inhaled shakily against your neck, her face buried in your braids. Her hands bunched up the fabric of your top as she squeezed you impossibly closer to her.

“I love you more Intombi yam emhle.”

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

Mines only.

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗥𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘅𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗣𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: Hardcore!Fucking, Oral, Use of gun, smoking, g!p, fingering, violence, choking, throat fcking, aftercare, AAVE, blood!gore, insane behavior, cussing, Degrading (A LOTTTT), Praising (A LOTTT), Daddy!Kink, Mama!Kink masturbation!, Pussy play (Riri makes Reader play w herself in front of her), Manhandling (Not the soft kind at all, like actually aggressive rough shit) Sex!Talk (Ri’ is the most freakiest, most nastiest sex talker), Rough!Kissing (Nastiest most sloppiest tongue kiss ever)

Summary: This story is a twisted blend of possessiveness, obsession, and forbidden love between a sadistic vampire stalker named Riri and her unsuspecting victim which was you. and love interest. Riri, driven by her intense feelings for you, will stop at nothing to claim you as her own, even resorting to violence and manipulation to get you to submit. Despite the danger and darker elements in the story, there may be moments of romance and intimacy as Riri works to win over her victim/ love interest.

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Riri had the lifeless body of a man in her arms, her fangs bitting down on his flesh, her eyes blood red as she drained him of all the blood she could get out of him, leaving a bloody mess as she held his lifeless body against the wall of a dark ally, watching the rain wash the blood into the sewer beneath her feet. As she finishes her victim off, she takes the time to lick the blood off her lips, sighing softly, her expression blank as she let the body fall to the ground with a loud thud, the rain hiding the sound of the body hitting the ground.

Riri let out a soft sigh and looked up at the night sky, the rain falling onto her face leaving her cheeks damp, and her hair damp as well. Despite the cold and wet environment, Riri didn’t seem to mind one bit, a small smirk appearing on her face as she watched the rain.

After a couple of minutes of just watching the rain, Riri finally decides to make a move, she’s careful to stay in the dark as she’s walking through the deserted, dark and wet street, her steps careful as she makes her way to a particular apartment building. She looks at the outside, before glancing at the number of the building, a smirk crossing her face as she realized she had indeed found the correct place, her target lives in this complex, and she had made it to their home.

Riri approaches the main entrance of the building, the automatic doors sliding open as she’s welcomed by the sight of the empty lobby, the night guard nowhere in sight, and no one else in the lobby but her. She looks around for a moment before she heads towards the elevator, taking it all the way up to the third floor, which is the floor you lived on. She knew where your apartment was, and she was very much looking forward to seeing you again..

Once on the correct floor, Riri exits the elevator and glances at down the hallway, until her gaze lands on the door to your apartment, she approaches it, and knocks on it once, a smirk crossing her face, waiting impatiently for you to open the door.

A few minutes pass, and Riri is growing a little impatient at the fact that you aren’t responding. She knocks on the door again, a bit harder this time around as she calls out, “Ma, open the door..”

Riri crosses her arms impatiently, waiting for you to open up, “Pretty please, babygirl. Don’t you wanna see me?..” she calls out again, knocking a little harder again, waiting for you to respond.

Riri and you had met during a project at MIT, and ever since then Riri quickly developed an obsession with you, which began as a harmless crush, until it quickly turned into a very unhealthy obsession. You were often put off by Riri’s constant presence and her need to be around you constantly, and eventually you started to distance yourself from her, which only caused Riri’s obsession to grow stronger.

Despite not being friends, Riri always found a way to get close to you.

She would constantly watch you from afar, follow you, and even leave little “gifts” for you. Riri even went as far as to secretly put up cameras in places where you frequent. She also had an uncontrollable possessive over you, becoming very territorial and jealous of anyone who dared to speak to you.

Despite your obvious discomfort with her behavior, Riri remained undeterred and continued to watch over you, convinced that you two belonged together. She spent countless hours analyzing your every move, and keeping track of every little detail about you.

Despite Riri's obsession with you and her possessive nature, you had no idea about her darkest secret. As much as she loved you, Riri had a twisted sense of love, and she wasn't afraid to use violence to keep you for herself. Behind her obsession and possessiveness, was the fact that Riri would actively eliminate anyone who came too close to you, making her a ruthless and brutal killer. Riri could never stand the thought of you being with anyone else but her, and she would do anything to keep you all to herself. Her twisted affection and obsession were enough to drive her to commit unspeakable acts of violence, and she would relish in the pain and suffering of anyone who threatened her claim on you.

Her obsession with you was so intense that it twisted her perception of love and turned it into a dangerous and psychotic form of affection. She didn't just want to keep you to herself, she wanted to own you, body and soul. And she would do anything to achieve that goal.

Riri was capable of unspeakable acts of cruelty and violence, all in the name of her warped love for you. She would do whatever it took to keep you away from anyone else, and her willingness to eliminate anyone who stood in her way was a clear sign of her twisted and dangerous nature.

Underneath her obsessive and possessive exterior, lied a ruthless and brutal killer who wouldn't hesitate to use extreme force to get what she wanted. Riri's love for you had turned into a twisted and dangerous obsession, and she saw anyone who attempted to get closer to you as a threat that needed to be eliminated.

Another minute passes and Riri’s patience is running thin, she lets out an irritation sigh before calling out again, her tone a bit more demanding than it was previously, “Ma, don’t test me. Open the door..now.”

As Riri is about to bang on the door again, the door suddenly creaks open, your figure standing in the crack of the door, your hair messy, and you look like you just woke up. Riri’s gaze lands on you and she lets out a small smirk as she looked at you, taking in your messy appearance.

You look at Riri with a tired and annoyed expression, as you let out a small yawn, before speaking up, “Why the hell are you at my apartment this late at night, it’s nearly 3 AM Ri..”

Riri lets out a soft chuckle as she looks at you, her gaze roaming across your face, taking in your sleepy and tired appearance, “Can’t a nigga come and visit you to see how you doing at night, babygirl?..”

you raise an eyebrow at her answer, and let out a tired sigh, “Ri, it’s literally 3 am, if you wanted to come and see me you could’ve called. Why did you suddenly decide to come to my apartment for a ‘surprise visit’ at 3 am?..”

Riri chuckles softly again as she looks at you, “Aww. Someone woke up grumpy..” she teased, as she crossed her arms, looking you up and down, “You gon’ let me in or not, Mama?..”

you looked at her for a few seconds, your tired expression still plastered on your face, “Yeah yeah, whatever, but you better keep yo’ ass down, I don’t want you waking up my neighbors at 3 AM..”

Riri let out a small smirk, and rolled her eyes as she stepped inside, “No promises, babygirl. You know I don’t do quiet..”

You let out a small huff and closed the door behind Riri as she entered, you turn to look at her, before speaking up, “Yeah yeah, keep ya voice down though..”

Riri nodded, “As you wish, prettyma. I’ll try my best to be quiet, especially on a night like this..” she teased, a smirk still plastered on her face as she looked at you.

As Riri gets a closer look at you, her gaze lands on your neck, and her eyes widen as she noticed what looks like a couple of hickeys on your skin, and just like that her smirk vanishes and is replaced by a dark expression, her gaze hardening as she looked at you..

Riri’s gaze roamed across the hickeys on your neck for a few moments, her expression darkening as she looked at them, her anger starting to bubble up, her expression hardening further, “who. gave. you. those?..”

You noticed the change in her expression and the dark look in her eyes as she looked at your neck. You let out a small sigh, realizing what she was looking at, “it’s not what you think it is, Ri..”

Riri’s gaze snaps back up to your face as she heard your words, and her expression darkens even further, her hands involuntarily curling into fists, “Word? Then what the fuck is it, huh? What could’ve caused them fuckin’ hickeys on yo’ neck Mama?..” Her voice was deadly calm..

You let out a small sigh, knowing you were going to have to explain, you rubbed the back of your neck, “It’s literally not what you think it is, Ri. It’s nothing, literally just a couple of friends that was messing around..”

Riri’s expression remains dark as she listened to your explanation, and it hardened even more when she heard the word ‘friends’, “You let your ‘Friends’ suck on yo’ neck like that?..” her voice held some venom, her fists clenching even tighter..

You could tell Riri was really pissed about the situation, and to be honest, you knew she was going to find them eventually. “It was all harmless, we were just messing around, okay?..”

Riri’s gaze remained deadly as she looked at you, “Harmless?..” she repeated your words in a low voice, “Harmless, you sayin’ that like it’s normal for your ‘friends’ to suck on yo’ neck like a damn vampire..”

You let out another tired sigh, “Look, it’s not what you think it is, I just let them playfully mess with me, okay?..”

Riri’s gaze hardens even more, the venom in her voice growing, “Playful?..” she repeated again, “You sayin’ getting yo’ body marked up is just playful?..”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as she said that, “Marked up?..” you repeated her words, “Ri, it’s literally just a couple of hickeys, stop overreacting..”

Riri’s expression darkens even further as she looks at you, “Overnreactin?..” she repeated your words, “Mama, you don’t think it’s wrong for others to mark up yo’ pretty body like that?..”

Riri suddenly let out a chuckle, her expression softening a bit, as she tilted her head, looking at you, “You know what Ma, you right. Maybe I am overreacting a bit..”

You let out a sigh as Riri chuckled, a small relieved that she was calming down. “Yeah, I knew you’d see that I was right..” you said, a small smile crossing your face.

Riri let out another chuckle and nodded, her expression softening more, “Yeah, guess I was just a bit jealous that other’s was layin’ their hands on yo’ pretty ass..”

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, a small smile crossing your face again, “You don’t have to be jealous, Ri. They just a couple of friends that was playing around with me, it’s nothing serious.”

Riri nodded slightly, chuckling softly, “Yeah, suppose you right..” her tone of voice was calming and soft, her expression relaxed, but little did you know, she was far from calm, and she was already planning in her head what she was gonna do to your friends.

You let out a sigh, feeling relieved that Riri had calmed down a bit, not noticing the dark expression hidden in Riri’s eyes, “Thanks for being understanding, Ri.. You know, you’re my friend right? You ain’t gotta be all jealous. What me and my other friends did was just friendly activities that girls do Y’know? Just chill out.”

Riri chuckled softly again, nodding slightly. “Yeah, I know, Ma. I was acting a bit jealous for no reason, I suppose I just don’t want anyone else touchin’ you, that’s all..” her tone seemed calm, but deadly calm..

You let out a small yawn, covering your mouth with one hand, your body feeling tired all of a sudden, “Damn, I’m tired..”

Riri chuckled softly, a smirk crossing her face as she noticed you yawning. “Yeah, seems like you sleepy, Prettyma.” she said, her tone low and soft.

“Yeah, I’ve been up all night with my friends, so I’m pretty exhausted…” you let out another yawn, rubbing your tired eyes with both hands..

Riri’s expression softened, her expression now looked caring, “Aww, you tired, babygirl?” she said softly, “You should get some rest. You ain’t gotta stay up for me.. I’ll see you tomorrow Mama, go get some rest.”

You nodded slightly, realizing Riri was right. “Yeah, I’m probably just going to get some rest..” you said, feeling exhausted, “See you later, Ri..”

You watched as Riri walked towards the door, her hand on the knob as she opened it. She looked back at you, a small smirk on her face as she looked you up and down before saying, “See you tomorrow, Mama. And don’t forget to text me..” she said, winking at you before exiting your apartment..

As Riri closed the door and walked out of the apartment, her expression changed, her face hardening and her eyes gleaming a dark red color..

Her mind was fixated on the hickeys on your neck, and the fact that they weren’t her doing pissed her off..

“Hickeys on yo’ neck..” she muttered to herself as she continued walking down the hallway, her fists clenching angrily, “Should’ve been mine, mine..”

Riri was growing more and more angry with every passing minute as she thought about the hickeys on your neck, “Who did that to my Ma’?..” she muttered under her breath, “And why they touching what’s mine?..”

Riri stomped through the streets, walking fast as the rain poured down on her head, her anger growing with each step she took, her mind filled with the image of the hickeys on your neck and the thought of who did it to you..

Her body was practically trembling with anger, her hands balled into fists at her sides, “Those hands should’ve been mine..” she muttered to herself, “All over you, leaving marks on yo’ body..”

Riri gritted her teeth, as she felt the rain soaking her clothes and skin, her mind still filled with thoughts of you and those damn hickeys, “And I bet they had the nerve to touch you… No wonder Babygirl was so tired, up all night with those bitches…”

Her eyes glowed a dark red as she continued to walk, her thoughts about what you’ve been doing with your friends at night, making her even more angry, as it should have been her in their place, “I should’ve been there, marking you up, leaving those pretty marks on yo’ body, not them.. and you let them?..”

“You just let them put their hands all over yo’ body.. on you?..” she muttered under her breath, “Don’t you know you belong to me?..”

Suddenly, Riri’s gaze snapped to the group of men whistling at her as she passed by, and her anger grew even more when she heard their cat calls and whistles..

Her eyes darkened, and her body trembled with anger, as she stopped in her tracks, staring at the men who were looking at her with perverted eyes.

“Y’all got the nerve to whistle at me like you see something that belongs to you?” She said in a low, dark voice, as she stomped toward them, “Like I’m some kinda object? You ain’t got no shame? No manners, just straight up disrespect?”

She was close enough to the group now, her gaze locked on the ones that was doing it, “Didn’t y’all momma’s teach ya how to be gentlemen?” She asked, her expression cold as her eyes glowed a dark red color, “Or did they just not give a damn?”

One of the young men looked up at her, his gaze going over her body, he smirked and said, “Damn, you bad as hell ma..” he said, “Who said I was raised to be a gentleman for fine ass women like you ma? You fine as hell..”

A smile grew on Riri’s lips, but it wasn’t a normal or friendly smile, it was a dangerous and sadistic smile, her mouth stretching into a sharp-toothed grin, as her fangs grew longer and her eyes glowed with a bright, blood red color… Her very smile held a demented vibe to it, as she stood in front of the group of men, her body seeming to be radiating with an aura of dark and sadistic excitement..

“Did I hear you correctly?” Riri’s voice was low and dark, her gaze locked on the man who spoke, “You callin’ me ‘fine’? Say that shit again. I dare you..”

The man’s smirk only grew as he got a better look at Riri’s body, his gaze roaming over her curves, “You fine as hell..and I ain’t scared to repeat it..” he said, his tone leering.

A smile remained on Riri’s lips as the man’s words left his mouth, making her hands ball up into fists so tightly that her fingernails were digging into the palm of her hands, leaving marks..

Without warning, Riri’s hand sprung out, swiftly pulled out the switchblade from her pocket and slashed deep into his throat, severing major arteries and tendons. Blood gushed forth in a torrent, splattering her suit jacket and the pavement beneath their feet. The man's eyes widened in shock as he clutched at his ruined neck, fingers slipping in the warm, sticky fluid. His legs buckled, sending him crashing to the ground in a twitching heap.

With a swift, brutal motion, Riri seized the man's head in both hands and snapped his neck with a sickening crack. His body convulsed once, twice, before going limp, the life draining from his shattered spine. Riri stood over the corpse, chest heaving, her own bloodstained hands trembling slightly as she caught her breath.

Riri's keen senses picked up the approach of the remaining two men even before they came into view. Her enhanced vision allowed her to spot the glint of metal in their hands - knives, no doubt intended for her flesh. But she wasn't about to let that happen.

The first assailant rushed at her with a snarl, brandishing his blade. Before he could strike, Riri lunged forward, her lips curling back to reveal razor-sharp fangs. With preternatural speed, she sank her teeth into his exposed throat, tearing through skin and muscle to reach the pulsing jugular vein. She bit down hard, crushing the vessel and spraying arterial blood everywhere as the man's life force ebbed away.

The second attacker charged at Riri, swinging his knife wildly. She sidestepped his clumsy assault and seized his wrist in an iron grip, twisting it viciously until bone cracked and the knife clattered to the ground. With her free hand, she raked her claws across his face, shredding flesh and peeling back layers of skin to expose the underlying tissue. His screams turned to choked gurgles as she tore into his cheek, exposing the white gleam of bone beneath.

As he collapsed to his knees, Riri leaned in close, her hot breath washing over his ear. "This is what happens when you threaten a Nigga like me muthafucka’," she hissed, before driving her fangs into the side of his neck. She tore out a chunk of meaty flesh, savoring the coppery tang of blood as it filled her mouth.

With the three men dispatched, Riri set about disposing of the bodies. She dragged the first corpse behind a nearby dumpster, using her supernatural strength to hoist it up and toss it inside with a clang. The stench of death and decay mingled with the trash as she kicked the door shut, ensuring the body wouldn't be discovered anytime soon.

Next, she lugged the second victim to the edge of a storm drain, grunting under the weight of his broken form. With a final heave, she sent him tumbling into the dark, narrow tunnel, the sound of his impact echoing faintly below. The rain rushing through the grate would help wash away any traces of evidence.

For the third body, Riri opted for a more creative solution. She stripped off the man's clothes, leaving him naked and vulnerable. Then, with a wicked grin, she hauled him up onto a fire escape, positioning him precariously over the alleyway several stories below. She gave his ankles a cruel kick, sending him plummeting towards the concrete with a sickening thud. The impact was audible even from a distance, the crunch of bones and the splatter of blood painting the alley wall.

Riri surveyed her handiwork with satisfaction, the thrill of violence and power still coursing through her veins. It was always so... invigorating to assert her dominance over these pathetic human males. They thought they could threaten her? Attack her? Please. She was a predator, and they were just prey.

Riri’s footsteps echoed softly through the rain as she left the scene, the adrenaline pumping through her body causing her heart to pound in her chest as she walked away..

Her clothes and skin were stained with blood, and once she got home, her anger grew when she realized she had to take an extensive shower to get all the blood off.

Riri let out a huff of annoyance as she stepped into her home, closing the door behind her, and stripping herself of her bloody clothes, leaving a trail of blood stained fabric on the floor as she walked toward the bathroom..

She turned on the shower, and stepped under the stream of warm water, letting it wash over her body as the blood stains slowly started to fade away..

As Riri stood under the warm spray of the water, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction as the water rinsed the blood- off her body, but deep down, her thoughts were still fixated on you, her mind constantly flashing to the image of the hickeys on your neck. She couldn’t shake the image from her mind, and every time she closed her eyes and tried to distract herself, the memory of the marks on your skin would resurface, sending a wave of anger and possessiveness washing over her.

Riri scrubbed her body fiercely, as though trying to wash away not just the blood, but also the image of the hickeys on your neck, but no matter how hard she tried, it remained stuck in her mind. With an increasing sense of frustration, Riri washed herself vigorously, her hands rubbing against her skin as she desperately tried to erase the memory from her mind. The image of the marks on your neck seemed to be burned into her brain, and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t shake it away.

She let out a frustrated sigh as she felt the last of the blood wash off her body, her skin now clean but her mind still obsessed with the image of the hickeys on your neck. Riri stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body, but the image clung to her like a stubborn stain.. no matter how hard she tried to push it away, it remained ingrained in the back of her mind, leaving her feeling a twisted mix of possessive anger and jealousy.

Riri walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, the image of the hickeys still tormenting her thoughts as she towel-dried her hair in front of the mirror.

With every movement, the towel brushing against her skin, Riri’s mind would flash back to the image of the marks on your neck, stirring up a mix of protective rage and obsessive jealousy that left her thoughts a tangled mess.

Riri stood in front of the mirror, her gaze locked on her reflection, her braids were starting to unravel and look a little unkept, as she reached up and began unbraiding her hair, letting the braids fall out and onto the floor around her.

As she unbraided her hair, her mind was filled with thoughts of her plan for the night, thinking of all the people who had any kind of contact with you and the ones she was going to eliminate.

Riri grabbed a towel and dried herself off quickly before freshening up, putting on her plain black boxers, paired with a black tank top, and her baggy black cargo pants and platform boots before gathering her tools and stuffing them into a black backpack. Riri’s movements were quick and efficient, her mind completely focused on her plan as she got dressed.

She walked towards the closet and grabbed her bag, placing her Glock pistol inside, grabbing a bat, an axe, and a few explosive grenades, packing them into the bag along with the pistol.

Her expression was serious and focused as she finished packing her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she took one last look in the mirror, her dark, twisted mind completely set on her plan.

Riri sat in front of her computer, her gaze fixed on the screen as she clicked through your Instagram account.

She stopped at a specific picture, where you were standing next to your friends, Anastasia, Monica, Ranae, Hailey, and Quen. Riri studied the picture closely, her eyes moving over each of their faces, and then fixating on their mouths.

Riri continued her inspection, her gaze moving to the next friend, Anastasia. She was a tall, athletic and fit, she had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones and a angular nose, her eyes were a deep brown. The way she held herself seemed powerful, dominant. Her arms were covered in tattoos, and her muscles looked strong even through her clothes, her lips were thick and full. Riri analyzed the picture intently, her gaze going over each person's face, starting with the one called Anastasia. Anastasia was an average height woman, with soft, smooth, beautiful dark skin, a sharp jaw line and big brown eyes, her curls reaching her mid-back. Her lips were full and plump, and her figure was curvy. Riri looked at the next friend called Monica, who was slightly taller than Anastasia. Monica had long, dark braids, beautiful dark skin, and a warm and friendly smile. She had a slender figured, and her lips were plump and soft looking.

Riri moved her gaze to the next friend, Ranae. Ranae was also of average height with long, flowing black locks that reached her lower-back, and her skin was a stunning dark shade, with big, doe-like eyes. Her lips were also plump and soft, and her figure was curvaceous as well.

Riri looked at the next friend, Hailey. Hailey was tall, with short blonde twists, and dark, rich, chocolate skin. Her lips were full and had a warm, friendly smile, and her figure was slender, with her curves more noticeable.

Riri’s gaze shifted to the last friend called Quen. Quen was average height, and her dark skin glistened with a lustrous sheen. Her full curls were styled up into a high fluffy bun. Her full, juicy lips displayed a smirk, and the curve of her body was accentuated by her tight-fitting, bodycon dress.

Riri continued to study the picture, her gaze moving back and forth between each girl's mouth, trying to figure out which of them had left the hickeys on your neck. She visualized the marks she had seen on your skin, comparing them to the size and shape of each of their mouths. Riri’s expression remained focused and serious as she worked through the details, analyzing each girl's face, studying their facial features, and noting any differences or similarities. Her mind was set on finding who put hickeys on your neck, and her determination to find out the culprit was unwavering.

Riri’s gaze moved quickly from one girl to the next, her mind working quickly as she compared the details of each person's face and mouth, trying to find a match for the marks on your neck. Riri’s mind was completely focused on one thing, and that was finding who left the hickeys on your neck, and once she found out, she was going to make sure they paid the price.

A smirk appeared on Riri’s face as she matched the same lips that were on your neck to Anastasia’s lips. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, as her smirk grew wider, her gaze glued to the screen. She had found the culprit.

Riri’s mind was set on one thing now, finding the location of Anastasia, which wasn’t hard since the internet provided her with every single bit of information she needed. After she wrote down the place of Anastasia's location, Riri got up, grabbing her bag and heading for the door, her smirk still in place as her excitement built.

Riri let her smirk widen even more as she left her apartment, locking the door behind her, her footsteps quick as her mind was filled with thoughts of Anastasia. She walked down the rainy street, her boots tapping against the sidewalk, as her hand reached into her bag, her fingers grazing the Glock pistol, making sure it was there.

Riri’s gaze was fixed straight ahead as she walked, her mind focused on her destination, her footsteps quick and steady. The rain was still falling, but Riri didn’t mind, the slight chill in the air was nothing to her. She kept walking, her pace quick and purposeful, as she pushed onward.

Riri made her way through the dark streets, the rain drizzling softly around her. She was tempted to take her car, but Riri had a plan in mind, and she didn’t want to leave any traces behind. Riri’s eyes darted around her surroundings, wary of potential witnesses or cameras that might capture her actions, as she walked through the deserted streets, blending into the night.

Riri’s footsteps were silent as she moved through the dark alleys, her sharp eyes darting around, her steps measured and precise. She knew the area well enough to find her target easily, so she navigated through the darkness with ease, avoiding any potential security cameras on the way. Riri rounded a corner, checking her surroundings once again, her footsteps quiet and stealthy as she moved closer to her destination. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across her face, her gaze locked straight ahead, her focus intense as she finally caught sight of the target location.

Riri’s eyes fixed on the building, her gaze narrowing in on every detail. She noticed the security cameras placed strategically around the property, their presence on the buildings roof obvious. Riri's observant nature kicked in, her mind quickly assessing the security measures in place. Riri’s mind quickly worked through the various approaches, analyzing the layout and the possible blind spots. She knew that she had to be careful, and couldn’t afford to leave any evidence behind. Riri’s hands curled into fists, her mind still sharp and focused as she made her way towards the property.

As Riri quietly approached the property, she kept a watchful eye on her surroundings, mindful of any potential witnesses or passersby. She moved with a silent grace, her footsteps almost inaudible against the wet pavement. As Riri drew closer to the property, she noticed the presence of several security cameras strategically placed around the perimeter. Her mind quickly analyzed the surveillance system, taking note of the blind spots and potential vulnerabilities. She knew that she couldn't afford to make any mistakes, and had to remain stealthy and undetected. Riri continued to move forward, her gait smooth and purposeful, her every move calculated.

Riri reached the edge of the property, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any visible security guards or motion sensors. She quickly spotted a gap in the surveillance coverage, a blind spot that wouldn't pick up her presence. With a smirk, she darted forward, slipping silently into the shadows. Riri swiftly moved through the property, sticking to the shadows and avoiding detection as she made her way towards the target's location. She moved with a fluid grace, her steps silent and deliberate, her gaze constantly checking for any signs of security or potential threats. Riri’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind laser-focused on her mission as she closed the distance between herself and her target.

As Riri reached the target’s location, she stopped, her breathing steady and controlled. She took a few moments to survey the area, her gaze moving swiftly over every inch of the surroundings. Riri's eyes darted around, taking in every detail, her mind racing with possibilities as she looked around for any potential dangers. She took a deep breath, before quietly making her way through the property, her eyes searching for any signs of the target, her movements silent and stealthy.

Riri's gaze landed on Anastasia. She observed her movements, quickly noting that she was preparing to leave, likely in her car. Riri's mind worked quickly, formulating a plan on the fly. She couldn’t let Anastasia escape.

"Can’t let ya leave, babygirl..” Riri muttered to herself.

Riri’s eyes were fixed on Anastasia, her mind already set on her plan. She quickly and silently moved towards the car, pulling out one of her grenades, her fingers expertly placing it beneath the rear wheel. Riri’s mind was focused, her movements silent and precise, as she backed away from the car, her eyes still fixed on Anastasia.

Riri moved away from the car, ducking behind a nearby bush, her eyes staying trained on Anastasia. She waited patiently, her mind alert and focused, her hand on her Glock pistol as she watched the scene unfold. Riri watched with bated breath, her hand gripping the Glock pistol tight, ready to act at a moment's notice. Every nerve in her body was taut, her eyes fixed on the car and its oblivious owner, as she waited for the grenade to trigger.

As Anastasia made her way to the car, she failed to notice the small object Riri had planted underneath the rear wheel. Riri's gaze was fixed on the car, watching as Anastasia opened the door and got in, still oblivious to the hidden danger.

Riri's heart thumped in her chest, her gaze glued to the car, waiting for the grenade to go off. With the car locked and the engine started, Anastasia was completely oblivious to the impending danger, as she put the car in drive and started to pull away from the property. Riri's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the car pull away from the property. She could hear the faint whine of the car engine as it moved down the street, still totally unaware of the grenade beneath the rear wheel.

Just as the car was about to pass Riri's hiding spot, the grenade beneath the rear wheel detonated. The explosion was loud and powerful, the car's rear end lifting off the ground before it slammed back down onto the ground, the tires popping and the engine sputtering. Riri watched as the car came to a shuddering stop, the grenade having done its job, destroying the car and causing it to come to screeching halt. Riri's lips curled into a small smirk, satisfied that her plan had worked. But now, it was time for her to finish the job.

Riri cautiously left the cover of her hiding spot, slowly walking towards the car that was now completely crippled, and its driver, completely vulnerable. Riri's footsteps were soft and steady as she approached the car, her eyes fixed on the passenger's side window. She could see Anastasia struggling to get out, the impact of the explosion having stunned her.

Riri stood outside the passenger’s side door, watching as Anastasia struggled to open the door. Her smirk grew wider as she saw Anastasia's panicked expression, realizing that she was trapped inside her own car. Riri could hear Anastasia banging on the windows of the car, her voice loud and panicked, as she desperately tried to escape. Riri's smirk widened, a sadistic glint appearing in her eyes as she took pleasure in her plan working perfectly.

Riri waited a few moments, relishing in the feeling of her plan working perfectly before she finally decided to act. Slowly, she reached out and wrenched the door open, her strength effortlessly overpowering the damaged vehicle.

Riri stepped back, her expression calm and composed, as she watched Anastasia struggle to escape. She waited patiently for a few more moments, enjoying the sight of the girl panic as she realized her escape attempts were useless.

Anastasia's panic grew as she realized the door had been opened from the outside, her eyes wide with fear and terror. She struggled even more frantically, desperately trying to escape the car, "HELP!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE!" she screamed out desperately.

Anastasia's screams were silenced instantly as she saw the barrel of the gun, her eyes widening in terror. Her body froze, the sound of her panicked breathing the only thing that could be heard in the silence. Riri's expression remained stoic, her eyes locked on Anastasia. She stood completely still, the gun in her hand pointed directly at the girl's head, her finger ready on the trigger.

"Shut yo’ ass up, and get yo ass outta that damn car!" Riri's tone was low and cold, her gaze fixed on Anastasia.

Anastasia instantly complied, her body trembling with fear as she slowly climbed out of the car, her hands raised in surrender.

“Get on the fuckin’ ground." Riri's tone was sharp, her eyes never leaving the terrified girl in front of her.

Anastasia quickly obeyed, her body shivering as she obeyed Riri's instructions. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, tears streaming down her face as she laid face down on the concrete, her hands still raised in surrender.

Riri watched as the girl laid face down on the concrete, her hands trembling in fear, her face stained with tears. A twisted satisfaction flashed in Riri's eyes, as she stood above her target, the gun still in her hand.

"You need to stay down. If you try anything funny, I will blow yo' muthafuckin' head off. Do you understand me?" Riri's tone was authoritative and ruthless, her gaze fixed on the trembling girl on the ground.

Anastasia's face paled even more when she heard Riri's voice, her shaking intensifying as she recognized her. She knew who Riri was, and she knew the rumors that spread across the MIT Campus about her. Her eyes darted back and forth, fear and terror filling her mind.

The memory of the rumors about Riri's brutality flashed through Anastasia's mind. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the stories of how sadistic Riri could be. "Y..You’re Riri Williams.." she stuttered out, her voice trembling with fear.

Riri chuckled softly, her expression still cold and emotionless. "Yo’ ass know about me, huh? You scared, ain't you?" Riri's tone was mocking, her gaze fixated on Anastasia's trembling frame.

"P..Please... I..I won't say shit Riri come on man..." Anastasia's voice shook as she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She knew that Riri had a reputation for being ruthless, and she was terrified of what she might do.

Riri let out a cruel chuckle, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. "You think saying please gon save yo' life?" she asked, her tone mocking. "I know you won't say nothin'. Because i'll make sure to put a bullet in yo' pretty head mamas."

Anastasia let out a small whimper, her body trembling even more as she heard Riri's words. She knew that Riri wasn't joking and that she would follow through with her threat.

Riri's gaze darkened, her expression still cold and merciless. "You thought it was okay to put yo' filthy lips on my girlfriend's neck, huh muthafucka? You thought yo’ ass wouldn't get caught?" Riri's tone was sharp, her eyes locking onto Anastasia's trembling form.

Anastasia's expression hardened as Riri's words sunk in. She looked up at Riri, her eyes still filled with fear, but there was a spark of defiance in them. She decided to taunt Riri, hoping to get a reaction out of her.

"Mhm, I did." Anastasia said, her voice steady despite her trembling body. "And it was great too. She moans so prettily too…" She continued, her expression cocky and daring, as she tried to provoke Riri further.

Riri's expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she listened to Anastasia's words. A wave of anger washed over her as she heard the girl's insolent tone, her hands balling up into clenched fists as she tried to control her rage.

"You lyin' through yo' teeth, stupid muthafucka." Riri's voice was low and dangerous, her eyes fixed on Anastasia as her anger was barely held back.

Anastasia's expression stayed smug, and she let out a small scoff, her gaze still locked with Riri's. "Oh, am I?" She asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Why would I lie bout’ it? Come on now Ri, just accept the fact that y/n wants me more. And she gon’ hate you when she finds out that you killed me so go ahead, get it over with love."

Riri's jaw clenched tightly, her gaze fixed on Anastasia with a cold, deadly glare. She let out a low, dangerous chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down Anastasia's spine.

"Oh, she won't know nothing bout your death, sweetheart," Riri said, her voice harsh and cold "All she gon’ know is that you missin'.. But don't worry, you gon' find out what hell feels like in a minute. I hope you enjoy your flight, love."

All of a sudden, Riri clicked back the hammer on her Glock with a satisfying metallic sound.

She squeezed the trigger, the gunshot ringing loud in the quiet street. Blood and brains sprayed out the back of the woman’s skull, splattering against the concrete below her. She convulsed once before falling still, dead before her head hit the ground.

Feeling the cool rain against her heated skin, Riri savored the moment. The adrenaline rush, the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of a job well done... there was nothing quite like it. She was covered in blood, some of hers, most of it not. But she didn't care. She relished in it, the primal scent filling her nostrils, the warmth of it coating her tongue as she slowly licked her lips.

Her gun felt heavy in her hand, the cold steel a stark contrast to the heat of the recent encounter. She ran her thumb over the smooth surface, contemplating whether to clean it now or later. Deciding later would do, she slipped it back into her backpack along with a few spare bullets.

With a satisfied nod, Riri grabbed Anastasia’s body by its ankles and began dragging her towards the nearest water source - a large lake a few blocks away. The rain helped mask the sounds of her movements, the steady patter of droplets drowning out the occasional thump of her corpse hitting the ground.

Once she'd reached the lake, she heaved the body over the edge, watching with grim satisfaction as she disappeared beneath the dark waters. The ripples caused by its entry would soon dissipate, leaving no trace of her existence. All that remained was the echo of her laughter in the night air.

With a satisfied smirk, Riri pulled out a cigar from her pocket, lighting it with a flick of her wrist. As the end ignited, casting an eerie glow on her blood-splattered face, she tossed the match into the lake. The tiny flame danced across the water's surface, reflecting in the eyes of the corpse sinking below.

Watching as the body gradually dissolved into the murky depths, Rosalie puffed on her cigar, inhaling deeply as the smoke curled around her face. She exhaled slowly, blowing the thick cloud towards the sky above, where it dissipated into thin air. The sight was mesmerizing, a macabre spectacle only she was privy to. And she loved every minute of it.

The news anchor spoke in a serious tone, the report being broadcasted on the TV in the background. "Breaking news! A student from MIT going by the name of Anastasia Johnson has been reported missing, and there are no clues to her whereabouts. The family has asked for the public's help in finding their loved one. Stay tuned for more updates on the case."

Your gaze was locked on the TV, your heart sinking as you heard the news report. Dread clawed at your bones, as you clutched your stomach, feeling a deep sense of unease washing over you. The news continued, showing a picture of Anastasia on the screen. The news anchor continued speaking, their voice solemn. "If anyone has any information regarding the whereabouts of Anastasia, please contact the police immediately."

Your mind reeled, your thoughts swirling with questions and fear. Where was Anastasia? What had happened to her? The not knowing only made the dread in your gut grow even more. You tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling yourself that she was probably just taking a break and would be back soon. But deep down, a small part of you couldn't help but worry and wonder if something more sinister was behind her disappearance.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You knew you had to stay calm and rational, but it was difficult not to let your mind wander to the worst possible scenarios.

"Pull yourself together girl, you can't fall apart now." You repeated to yourself, trying to keep a calm facade on the outside but internally your anxiety was off the charts right now

You heard a sudden knock on the door, causing you to jolt out of your thoughts. You paused, the sound breaking the silence that had settled. Getting up from the couch, you walked towards the door, curiosity mixing with the unease that had already taken root in your mind. Grabbing the doorknob, you turned it and opened the door, coming face to face with Riri. She stood there, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand and a false worried expression on her face.

Riri stood before you, looking effortlessly beautiful in her hoodie and sweatpants combo. Her afro was a fluffy crown around her face, framing her delicate features. She had on some black air maxes, giving her a cool and laid-back vibe. The red butterfly neck tattoo peeking out from her hoodie added a splash of color to her otherwise monochrome outfit and you can't help but notice the way her rings and tooth gems caught the light every time she moved her hand or opened her mouth to speak.

Her low-hooded eyes were slightly red from her earlier smoking session, giving her a sultry and alluring look.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise at seeing her at your doorstep unannounced, yet looking fine as hell. "Riri?" You said, your voice betraying the mix of relief and confusion you were feeling.

Riri stood at the door, the bouquet of flowers in hand, her lips curving into a mock worried smile. Her eyes locked onto yours, her expression seeming genuine. "Wassup pretty girl." Riri greeted, her voice soft yet casual.

Your gaze softened at the sight of Riri standing on your doorstep, holding the bouquet of flowers. Despite the uneasiness that gnawed at your gut, you couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief at seeing her face. She seemed concerned, and the fact that she had come to check on you made your heart flutter a little.

"Riri, hey," you greeted back, forcing a small smile on your face.

Riri noticed the falter in your smile, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed you closely. Your voice was strained, betraying the mix of relief and anxiety you were feeling. She stepped closer, her concern growing. "You aight ma? You ain't looking so good, babygirl.." Riri said softly, her gaze still fixed on your face.

Riri's expression remained soft and concerned, masking the twisted satisfaction that was coursing through her veins. Her mind was on overdrive, but her face showed none of it. Her words were laced with fake worry, "You not sick ma? You look tired as hell.."

Your chest clenched at Riri’s words. She was right, you looked a mess. Dark circles had formed under your eyes from the countless nights of restless sleep spent worrying about Anastasia, and the stress of her disappearance had taken a toll on you. "Yeah...I guess I haven’t been sleeping well lately..” you admitted.

Riri stepped into your apartment, closing the door softly behind her. The bouquet of flowers still in her hand, her gaze was fixed on you, assessing your weary expression. She took in every small detail, her lips forming a slight frown. "You sure you’re good, beautiful?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of worry.

You sighed softly, your shoulders sagging as you tried to compose yourself. The weight of worry and stress was palpable, and you shook your head slightly. “I’m just worried about Anastasia…" Your voice was quiet, filled with a mixture of concern and exhaustion.

Riri's eyes darkened a bit at the mention of Anastasia, but she quickly masked her feelings with pretend worry. She stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Why you worried bout’ that hoe?" She asked, her voice nonchalant yet laced with underlying annoyance as she put the flowers on the coffee table.

Your eyes widened slightly at Riri's casual and rude remark about Anastasia. Even though you knew Riri had never really liked her, it still took you by surprise. "Riri, the fuck you talking about? I'm worried about her.." you responded, your voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and helplessness.

Riri's grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, her annoyance growing at your mention of Anastasia being your friend. She clenched her jaw, her eyes hardening as she controlled herself. "She ain’t ya friend. She a hoe.." Riri retorted, her voice sharp and harsh.

You felt a pang of frustration at Riri’s words. You knew that Riri didn’t like Anastasia, but this was going too far. "Riri, stop it. That’s my friend you’re talking about. You don’t even like her, so why does it even matter to you?" Your voice was firm, tinged with hurt and annoyance.

Riri’s face remained impassive, her gaze unflinching as she kept her grip on your shoulder tight. "Cause she ain't good for you, ma. You don't need her." she replied, her voice low and almost authoritative

Your irritation grew, and you shrugged Riri’s hand off your shoulder. "It's not your decision who I need or don't need, Riri. She’s my friend, and I’ll worry about her if I want to.” Your voice was sharp and defensive, your expression hardening.

Riri's gaze hardened, and she grabbed your chin, her grip firm but not rough, as she forced you to look directly into her eyes. Her lips pursed together, showing her annoyance. "You don’t understand, ma." Her voice was low and serious as she spoke. "She ain't good for you, pretty girl, and I won't allow her to hurt you."

Your eyes widened at Riri's possessive tone and the intensity of her gaze. Her grip on your chin was tight, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and irritation at the way she was talking about Anastasia. “Riri, you’re being ridiculous. I can make my own decisions.” Your voice was a mix of defiance and defensiveness.

Riri's grip on your chin tightened even more, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. "Nah, I ain’t. You just too stubborn and blind to see." She gritted out, her voice sharp and commanding, her annoyance growing by the second. "I’ll do what’s best for yo’ stupid ass, whether you want it or not."

Your irritation flared at Riri's condescending and controlling tone. You tried to pull away from her grip on your chin, but her grip was unyielding. "Don't talk to me like that. I’m not stupid, and I can make my own decisions." Your voice was firm, a hint of anger lacing your words.

Riri's eyes widened a bit as she realized her behavior was coming off as a bit too possessive and suspicious. She released her grip on your chin, her expression softening slightly. “My bad, pretty girl. I didn’t mean to come off as controlling. I’m just worried about you being around that girl.”

Your expression softened a bit as you saw Riri’s slight change in demeanor. You could pick up on the hint of sincerity in her voice. “I understand that you’re worried, Riri… but Anastasia is my friend. I can’t just abandon her because you say so.”

Riri sighed, her expression remaining soft but still slightly annoyed. "I know you can’t just abandon her, I just don’t trust her ma. She don’t deserve your friendship, that’s what I’m trying to say, pretty girl."

You sighed, shaking your head slightly. "I appreciate your concern, Riri, but I can’t just cut off someone I’ve been friends with for years. I don’t know what she might be going through right now. I need to be there for her, whether you like it or not.”

Riri took a deep breath, her mind working quickly to find a way to take your mind off Anastasia. She knew the girl's disappearance was weighing heavily on your mind, and the worry was taking a toll on you. She decided to try and change the subject, "Ma, how about you let me take you out tonight?"

Your eyebrows raised slightly, a bit thrown off by the sudden suggestion. "Take me out? Where?" You asked curiously, your gaze fixed on Riri.

Riri shrugged nonchalantly, a cocky smirk on her face. "Anywhere you wanna go. Whatever you want, mama." She replied, her tone nonchalant yet confident, as she took a step closer to you.

You regarded her for a moment, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Part of you wanted to refuse her offer, still upset about her behavior earlier. But another part of you was curious and, albeit unwillingly, intrigued. "I don’t know…." You responded, hesitance lacing your voice.

Riri noticed the hesitation in your voice, and her smirk widened. She could see the warring emotions within you, the conflicting feelings of annoyance and curiosity. She stepped closer, her voice low and coaxing, "Come on, ma. Just for a little while. I promise I'll make it worth your time."

You took a deep breath, feeling indecisive. The thought of going out with Riri did sound tempting, despite your annoyance with her earlier behavior. "Fine. But just for a little while, Riri." You responded, reluctantly giving in to her suggestion.

A victorious smirk graced Riri's lips as she heard your reply. "That’s what I thought, ma.” She said, her tone smug and confident as she closed the distance between you, her gaze locked onto yours. “You know yo’ ass can’t say ‘no’ to me.”

Riri waited patiently as you went to get ready in your apartment, her eyes roaming around the apartment to pass the time, her smirk still glued to her face at how easily she managed to convince you and at how she had your pretty ass wrapped around her finger..

Riri leaned against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, as she waited for you to finish getting ready. Finally, after about 20 minutes, you emerged, and Riri was taken aback for a moment, her jaw going slightly slack as she took in your appearance.

Her gaze roved over you, taking in every detail, her eyes roaming over your body, pausing on your curves and the way the fabric of your shirt hugged your figure perfectly. Her gaze lingered on your face, on your pretty features, the long eyelashes framing your eyes, the lipgloss that made your lips look even more luscious, the contour and foundation that highlighted your natural beauty, and the way your hair cascaded in effortless waves over the side of your porcelain face. Your body was just as stunning, your long legs on display as your skirt revealed enough of your thick and pretty thighs, your waist beads drawing attention to the curve of your tiny waist.

Riri's eyes widened slightly as she took in your appearance, a small smirk forming on her lips as she felt a sharp pang of appreciation for the pretty and gorgeous woman before her.

She pushed herself away from the wall and walked forward, her eyes still fixed on your form. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze wandering over your figure, admiring every inch of you. "Damn, mama .... You look muthafuckin’ gorgeous," she complimented, her voice low and her eyes full of admiration.

Her eyes locked onto your pretty face, taking in the beautiful makeup and perfectly lined lips. She couldn't help but feel a bit of an excited thrill at how damn pretty you look, her gaze filled with admiration as she stood in front of you, a small smirk still on her face.

She reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face, her touch gentle and reverent. She couldn't help but feel a little possessive, knowing that she was the only one who got to see you looking this beautiful. "Damn, ma... You look like a goddess right now."

Riri’s gaze darkened slightly, a hunger in them as her eyes roved over you once again, her voice low and hungry. “Damn...I could just eat yo’ pus-”

Cutting her off, you gently grabbed her by the hand and nodded towards the door. “Come on, let’s go, Ri.” A soft, blushing smile graced your lips as you attempted to keep her at bay.

Riri’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, her expression betraying disappointment at being interrupted, but she quickly composed herself and chuckled softly. “Aight, pretty girl.” She responded, her voice still tinged with a hint of desire, as she allowed you to lead her towards the door, still eyeing you appreciatively from behind.

As you reached the door, Riri came up behind you, her hands coming to rest on your hips from behind as she stood slightly behind you, her hands gently gripping your waist. Her gaze was fixed on your curvy backside, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she couldn’t help but admire the way your outfit hugged your curves.

“Ya’ ass look so good in this thang, damn….” Riri murmured softly, her voice thick with admiration as her gaze traveled up and down your body. Her grip on your waist tightened slightly, her touch possessive as she remained pressed up against you from behind.

She took a deep breath, savoring the scent of your cocoa butter lotion, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you even closer against her front. Her gaze was still fixed on your body, her eyes roaming over your curves. "Fuck, ma....you so goddamn pretty.." she murmured, her voice tinted with a hint of awe as she admired your figure.

Riri watched, her gaze never leaving you as you stepped out of the door and locked it behind you. She couldn’t help but let out a low appreciative whistle at the sight of you. “Damn, you too fine, mama.” She complimented again, her grip on your hip never loosening.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact that you were all hers, her eyes roaming over your body again as she took in your curves and the way the outfit hugged your figure. She couldn’t resist running her hand along your thighs, her touch possessive and appreciative.

“Ya’ ass look so thick and juicy…” Riri murmured, her voice low and her gaze hungry as she stood behind you, her touch lingering on your soft thighs. She couldn’t help but admire your curves as her hand skimmed up and down your thighs, enjoying the way the material of your skirt felt under her touch.

Riri watched as you walked towards her car, admiring your every step in those heels as she followed close behind, her eyes fixed on your curvy ass. Riri smirked, her expression filled with appreciation as her eyes roved over your figure. “Damn..” she murmured under her breath, licking her lips in a suggestive manner.

As you reached the car, Riri quickly rushed forward to open the passenger’s door for you, gesturing for you to get in with a gentlemanly smirk on her face.

Riri stood by the open passenger’s door, her gaze still fixed on you as she held the door open, waiting for you to step into the car. Her eyes roved over your legs and thighs as you got in, her smirk widening as she closed the door for you and made her way to the driver's seat.

As she got into the driver's seat, she couldn't help but glance over at you, her gaze roaming over your body again, taking in the way the outfit hugged your curves. She let out a soft noise of appreciation, a low hum escaping her as her eyes lingered on your thighs.

"Damn, ma…you look too damn pretty right now..." Riri murmured, her tone low and filled with admiration as she started the car, her mind still fixated on your figure.

You gave Riri a soft smile, your cheeks slightly pink at her compliment. "Thank you, Ri." You responded, your voice low and sweet as you met her gaze.

Riri's gaze flickered to your face for a moment, her smirk widening as her eyes traced over your pretty face adorned with makeup. Her eyes then lowered, roaming over your body again before they returned to your face.

"It's the simple truth, pretty girl." Riri replied, her voice still low and filled with admiration as she watched the way the streetlights played across your face.

Riri pulled the car out of the driveway and onto the street, her eyes still flickering to you occasionally as she drove. Her gaze kept returning to your thighs, taking in the way your skirt hugged your curves.

"Damn, ma...your thighs look hella appetizing right now..." Riri muttered under her breath, her tongue briefly darting out to wet her lips as her eyes roved over your thighs again.

Riri’s gaze kept darting back to your thighs, admiring the way the skirt hugged them as she drove. The more she looked, the more her desire grew, her thoughts becoming increasingly carnal as she thought about how delicious you looked. She didn’t even notice as she began driving down an isolated road, her mind focused solely on you and your thighs.

The car continued to drive down the long dark road, the only light coming from the car's headlights. Riri’s eyes kept flickering between the road and your thighs, her thoughts becoming increasingly explicit as the minutes ticked on. She was completely entranced by you, her mind consumed by her desire.

The car continued down the dark and empty road, as Riri's gaze remained fixated on your thighs. Her desire was growing more and more intense, her mind completely consumed by the sight of you. She barely noticed as the car began to turn onto a dirt road, the car's headlights illuminating the dirt and grass. The road was completely empty and secluded, the only sound being the hum of the car’s engine.

Riri’s knuckles turned white with how tightly she was gripping the steering wheel as the car slowly made its way down the dirt road. Her mind was completely clouded with desire, her eyes fixed on your thighs. The car came to a stop in the middle of a secluded dirt clearing, the headlights illuminating only the area around the car. Riri's gaze remained fixed on your thighs, her desire growing stronger with each passing second. She couldn't think straight, her mind consumed by the sight of you. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face you, her expression hungry and filled with lust.

Riri's fangs extended, gleaming in the dim light of the car as her gaze darkened. She leaned forward, her hand coming up to gently grip your chin and tilt your face towards her. Her touch was gentle, but there was an edge of possessiveness to it as she pulled you closer.

Riri chuckled softly, her grip on your chin tightening slightly as she shook her head. Her gaze was fixed on yours, a hint of dark amusement in her eyes. She leaned closer, her face so close to yours that you could feel her breath on your skin. "You know, pretty girl...there's a lil’ secret I've been keeping from you." She murmured, her voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief.

Riri's grip on your chin remained firm, her gaze locked onto your expression as she took in the flicker of curiosity in your eyes. She could see the slight hitch in your breathing, the slight dilation of your pupils as you waited for her to continue. "It's about... Anastasia." She said, her voice low and almost a whisper, as if the name itself was a secret.

Riri's gaze darkened a bit as she spoke the name of your friend, her fingers gently tracing your jawline. "Anastasia..." she repeated, her voice low and loaded with hidden meaning. She tilted your chin slightly, her eyes searching your expression for any sign of recognition or understanding. "You miss her?"

You felt a sense of confusion and suspicion wash over you as Riri asked her question. You could sense there was more to her questions than simply just asking if you missed your friend. You met her gaze, your expression guarded as you responded, "What do you mean?"

Riri tilted her head slightly, a slight smirk spreading on her lips. She could sense the wariness in your tone, the hint of suspicion in your eyes. "Just what I said, ma..." she responded, her voice low and almost mocking. "You miss her? The girl who you claim is your 'friend'?" Her grip on your chin tightened slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of possessiveness and mockery.

You felt a spike of annoyance at her tone, her words and the way she spoke about your friend putting you off-guard. You tried to keep your expression neutral, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of defensiveness. "Yes, I do..." you replied, your voice guarded as you met her gaze.

Riri chuckled darkly, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "That's sweet. Sweet and stupid.." she taunted, her words cutting through the air. She leaned closer, her face inches from yours, her grip on your chin still firm.

You felt a sudden rush of anger wash over you at Riri's belittling words. "Excuse me?" You said, your tone sharp and cold as you tried to keep your anger in check. Who was she to say you were stupid for missing a friend?

Riri's eyes darkened, her expression becoming more intense as she leaned in even closer, her face just inches away from yours. "Let me ask you somethin', ma..." she said, her voice low and filled with a dangerous edge.

The words hung in the air, heavy and weighted with a dark intensity. You could sense that whatever Riri was about to say was something important, something that she had been holding back. You met her gaze, your expression still guarded but your curiosity piqued. "What..?" You replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Riri's grip on your chin loosened slightly, but her touch remained possessive. Her eyes held yours, the intensity in her gaze almost predatory as she spoke. "Do you trust me, pretty girl?" She asked, her voice low and almost seductive.

Your heart skipped a beat at Riri's question. Her gaze was intense, and there was something about her words that sent a shiver down your spine. Your instincts told you to tread carefully, but there was something about her that you couldn't resist. "I... yes..?" You replied, your voice uncertain yet filled with a touch of honesty.

Riri's smirk widened at your answer, her grip on your chin loosening even more. She ran her thumb across your bottom lip, her touch almost reverent. "Good." she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. "You shouldn't."

Her words sent a wave of unease through you, your instincts flaring up as a sense of danger washed over you. "Why shouldn't I..?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to keep your growing worry in check.

Riri chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the line of your jawline, her touch almost gentle. "Because, pretty girl...the things I'd do to keep you all to myself.." she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. She leaned in closer, her face now mere inches from yours, her eyes filled with a dark, possessive hunger.

The words sent a shiver down your spine, fear and curiosity mixing in your gut as you took a shaky breath. "What do you mean...?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. A quiet part of you was hoping you were wrong, that you had misinterpreted her words.

Riri leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your skin. "You really wanna know what I mean, pretty girl...?" She murmured, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke. "I'd do unspeakable things...just to keep you all to myself."

Your heart raced in your chest as Riri's words washed over you, a mixture of fear and excitement flooding your system. You couldn't help but tremble slightly as her breath caressed your ear. "What...what kind of things?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to keep fear from seeping into your tone.

Riri's lips curled into a dangerous smirk, her hand coming up to your chin, her thumb gently tracing the line of your jaw. "The kind of things most people would be horrified to consider." she murmured, her voice low and full of dark meaning. "The kind of things that would make you afraid of me," she added, her hand moving up to gently tilt your chin up, so your gaze was level with hers.

Riri's grip on your chin tightened, her expression growing darker as she leaned in close, her face just inches from yours. "I'm talkin' bout the kind of things that most people would be horrified to even consider," she said, her voice low and dangerous. She tilted your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet hers.

"For example..." She paused, her gaze fixed on your face, her eyes dark and filled with a dangerous intensity. "I kill people Mama."

Her words hung in the air, the silence that followed oppressive and heavy. The air was thick with tension, and the only sound was the steady thump of your heart against your ribcage. Your mind reeled, trying to process her admission. She kills people?

Your heart began to race, panic rising up within you as you began to wonder what that meant for you. "You.. you kill people?" You repeated, your voice shaking as you tried to keep the trembling out of it.

Your thoughts raced as you connected the dots. She kills people.. Your mind flashed back to the mention of Anastasia, the girl you knew Riri hated. And suddenly, like a lightning bolt, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. She...she did something to her.

Your face paled, your heart dropping as it suddenly all made sense. Your eyes grew wide with horror as you looked at Riri, your voice trembling as you spoke. "You...you did something to her.. didn't you..?"

You saw the brief flash of surprise on Riri's face, but it was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk. She was impressed that you had figured it out so quickly. She chuckled softly, her grip on your chin tightening slightly. "Sharp as hell, mama," she murmured, her eyes fixed on your face. Her gaze was predatory, and the expression on her face was almost admiring, as if your quick thinking impressed her.

Your heart raced in your chest, your fear growing stronger as you realized what that smirk meant. "Y..you killed her...?!" You asked, trembling slightly as your eyes roved over her face. Your mind was racing, and your entire body felt cold with horror and dread.

Riri's smirk widened slightly, her dark eyes fixed on yours. She enjoyed the fear that she saw there as your words hung in the air. She leaned in even closer, her face just inches from yours, her hand coming up to gently cup your cheek.

"Why so shocked, pretty girl..?" She murmured, her grip on your chin tightening once more. Her touch was almost gentle, but there was no mistaking the possessive intent behind it.

She leaned in, her lips almost brushing against your cheek, your skin tingling with the hint of her touch.

"Did you really think that I was just gon’ let her keep you to herself..?" She murmured, her voice a low growl as her hand tightened on your chin again. "Did you think I'd just sit back and watch as you went off with another girl..?" Riri's mouth was next to your ear, her breath hot on your skin as she continued, her voice a mix of possessiveness and desire.

Riri's hand moved up, her fingers tracing the line of your jawline as her grip on your chin loosened again. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear, and you could almost feel her smirk widen as you shivered in anticipation. "No, of course you didn't..." she murmured, her voice low and her words almost a purr.

"You are mines, pretty girl." Her grip on your chin tightened again, her touch possessive and firm as her lips grazed against your earlobe.

Riri suddenly pulled out a Glock from her arm rest, the sudden movement drawing your attention as the gun gleamed in the dim light of the car. She clicked the safety off, the sound of the click sending a shiver down your spine as you realized the implication.

Riri smirked, her eyes dark with excitement as she saw the fear in your expression. "I want to play a little game with you, Mamas...." she murmured, the excitement in her voice almost feral.

You felt the weight of her words, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins as you heard her proposal. "N..what kind of game..?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to keep your fear in check.

Riri's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous excitement. "A game of cat and mouse." she said, her voice low and dark. "I'll give you a head start. You'll run, and I'll chase you. If I catch you, you have no choice but to submit to me. Is you down for that Mama?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard her words, the fear in your gut growing stronger as you realized the danger of the situation. "What...what if I don't want to submit..?" You asked, your voice shaking slightly as you tried to sound defiant.

Riri chuckled darkly, a dangerous edge to her laugh. "If you don’t submit, I’ll break your pretty neck, mama.” She said, her voice cold and almost casual.

Your heart lurched in your chest as you heard Riri's threat, her cold words sending a shiver down your spine. You were now fully aware of the real threat she posed, and the danger you were in. "Y-you wouldn't.." you stuttered, your voice quivering as you tried to hide your fear.

Riri's smirk widened, her eyes darkening even more as she saw the fear in your expression. "Oh, I would, pretty girl." She said, her voice low and dangerous. "I'd do whatever it takes to make you mine." Riri's gaze remained fixed on you, her expression a mixture of desire and dangerous intent.

You swallowed hard as you realized the lengths she would go to in order to possess you. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you looked into her darkened eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. "This...this isn't fair.." you said, trying to maintain some semblance of defiance.

Riri's smirk widened even more, her eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. "Life ain't fair, mama." She said, her voice low and almost mocking. "But I’m gon’ play this game my way. And you are going to submit to me, pretty girl. One way or another."

Fear coursed through your body, and you could feel your heart racing as you tried to think of a way to escape her twisted game. "Please.. please don't do this.." you pleaded, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation.

Riri chuckled darkly once again, her eyes fixed on your face. "Begging won't do any good, ma..." she said, her voice low and almost mocking. "You mines, and I'm going to make sure you understand that." Riri's grip on the gun tightened, her expression unyielding. "Now get out the car."

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard her command. You knew there was no point in resisting, not with the gun in her hands. With a trembling hand, you reached for the door handle and pushed the door open, the faint light from the moon illuminating your face as you stepped out of the car.

Riri watched as you stepped out of the car, her gaze fixed on your face, her expression dark and satisfied. "Good girl mama." She said simply, her voice low and almost a purr. "Now run."

You hesitated for a moment, the fear in your gut growing stronger by the second, but the gun in her hands was enough incentive to obey. With trembling legs, you began to run, your heart racing in your chest as the adrenaline pumped through your veins.

As you began to run, the weight of your sandals felt heavy, hindering your escape. You quickly kicked them off, the feeling of the grass against your bare feet somehow comforting as you tried to escape.

Riri watched as you ditched your sandals, her eyes fixating on your bare feet. She could feel the excitement building within her as she saw you running barefoot. "Keep going, pretty girl." She murmured, her voice low and pleased. "Run fast for me."

Your bare feet hit the ground as you ran, the cool grass and soft earth beneath your soles giving you a bit of comfort. But you knew that it wouldn’t stop Riri from finding you, and you felt the fear intensify as you heard her voice behind you, "You better run faster than that, pretty girl. You gotta give me a challenge!"

The sound of her voice sent a shiver down your spine, her words like a taunt in your ears. You pushed yourself to run even faster, the fear and adrenaline propelling you forward. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound of your own breathing filling your ears as you ran as fast as you could, trying to put as much distance between yourself and Riri.

Riri watched as you scurried away, her gaze fixed on your bare feet as they dug into the soft earth. She chuckled to herself, her eyes dark with anticipation as she took in the sight of you running away from her. "That's it, Mama...run faster!" she called out, her voice low and almost sadistic.

The sound of her voice sent another shiver down your spine, her words like a taunt in your ears. You picked up the pace even more, your bare feet hitting the ground in quick succession as you bolted forward. Your heart raced, the pounding in your chest almost deafening.

Riri watched your every move, her gaze fixated on your body as you ran. She could hear the sound of your feet hitting the ground, and the sound only fueled her excitement. "You doing so good, ma." she murmured, her voice almost a purr. "But you know I'm gon’ catch you, don’t you?"

You could hear the sadistic excitement in her voice, her words sending a fresh wave of fear through your body. You knew that she was right, that she would catch you eventually, but you wouldn't go down without a fight. With a burst of adrenaline, you pushed yourself even harder, your feet hitting the ground with a renewed intensity.

Riri watched as you pushed yourself, a smirk on her face as she took in the sight of you running. She loved seeing you like this, so vulnerable and vulnerable, your body trembling with fear. "That's a good girl...keep running for me." She called out, her voice low and teasing.

Riri quickly removed her hoodie, revealing her black wifebeater and toned arms. Her gaze fixed on your escaping form, a cold and emotionless expression on her face. She began to walk after you, her stride purposeful and measured. The gun clutched in her hand, her grip tightening as she zeroed in on her prey.

Riri's eyes were now fixed on you, her gaze focused as she walked after you, her eyes taking in every movement you made. She kept her pace slow, wanting to prolong the chase for as long as possible. "Don't get tired, ma... I'm just getting started." She called out, her voice low and devoid of emotion.

The fear you felt earlier began to intensify as you saw Riri walking after you, her expression cold and emotionless. You pushed yourself even harder, your bare feet hitting the ground with every step. But you could feel your legs begin to tire, the adrenaline slowly dissipating, and you knew that you couldn't keep going for much longer.

Riri continued to walk, her eyes locked on your fleeing form. She could see the effort on your face, your breathing getting heavier with each step taken. She knew you were growing tired and her smirk returned. "You getting tired, ain’t you, mama? You can’t keep runnin’ forever." She called out, her voice now with a hint of satisfaction.

As you continued to run, you came across a lake, the body of water blocking your path. You quickly turned around, panting heavily as you saw Riri in the distance, her gaze fixed on you as she continued her unhurried walk. Your vision was blurred from weariness and panic, and panic rose within you as you realized there was no where else to go.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight of the lake before you, the realization setting in that you had nowhere left to run. You looked back at Riri, your heart racing in your chest as you saw her walking towards you, her cold expression only adding to the fear you felt.

You watched as Riri's steps became closer and closer, her eyes fixed on you, her expression stoic. She was getting closer, the sound of her footsteps echoing in your ears, the sound of your own breathing sounding ragged and loud in your ears. The sight of Riri walking towards you, with her cold gaze, only heightened your anxiety.

The sight of Riri getting closer sent a fresh wave of panicked energy through you, causing you to make a split decision. Without a moment's hesitation, you jumped into the lake, the cool water enveloping your body, as you began to swim away as fast as you can.

You let out a gasp as you hit the cold water, the sudden temperature change sending a shiver through your body, but you pushed through it and began to swim as fast as you could, desperate to reach the opposite shore of the lake.

You could feel the water slow your movements slightly, but you pushed forward, swimming hard and fast, your body slicing through the water. You dared to look back, hoping to see Riri left behind.

You turned to look back, hoping beyond hope that Riri wouldn’t be able to keep up, but to your horror, she was right behind you, having ditched her shoes and entered the water, her body slicing through the water with an easy, powerful grace.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you saw Riri in the water, her body gliding effortlessly through the water, closing the distance between you with every powerful stroke. The fear and desperation fueled your own swimming, your movements growing more and more desperate as you pushed yourself to swim faster.

As you started to swim away, you failed to notice how deep the water really was, as you began to run out of oxygen. You could feel the water beginning to pull you down, the lack of oxygen leaving your lungs feeling heavy and tight. You desperately tried to keep your head above the water, but your limbs were growing tired, the lack of oxygen making you weak and groggy.

You felt yourself sinking deeper into the water, your limbs feeling too heavy to move, and your chest growing tight. You tried to gasp for air, but only water entered your lungs, causing your chest to contract in vain. Your vision began to blur as you struggled to swim upwards, the panic and fatigue making it difficult to fight against the weight of the water and your own body.

As you struggled in the water, the water slowly overtaking you, you weakly turn your head to the side and heard Riri's chuckling fill your ears. Your vision began to blur as the last of your consciousness left you, Riri's voice reverberating through your brain as you slipped into black.

You slowly awoke, your mind foggy and disorientated. As your senses came back online, you found that your body was restrained, wrists and ankles bound with rope, preventing you from moving. You realized you were on Riri's couch, the familiar surroundings leaving you confused and uncomfortable.

You pulled at the restraints, trying to free yourself, but the bonds held tight, the ropes rubbing uncomfortably against your skin. You felt the rough material digging into your flesh, the tight bindings leaving no room for movement. Fear and helplessness washed over you, your mind racing to understand how you ended up like this.

You looked down at your body, studying the bindings that constrained your wrists and ankles, the sight only adding to your growing sense of helplessness. You tugged at the bonds once more, but they stayed secure, leaving you no choice but to remain in this vulnerable position, waiting for Riri to return.

The room remained dark, casting a shadow over everything around you. As you tried to adjust your eyes to your new surroundings, you felt a pair of red eyes staring at you from the darkness, their gaze fixated on you, making you feel small and utterly vulnerable.

The red eyes appeared almost feral in the darkness, the glow giving them an otherworldly, almost unearthly quality. Whoever it was, was hidden in the shadows, watching your every movement. You couldn't make out any other details about the person, but their gaze alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Your heart raced in your chest as the red eyes continued to fixate on you, the sense of unease and fear intensifying with each passing second. You tried pulling at the restraints once more, but the ropes held fast, leaving you completely powerless and at the mercy of whoever was standing in the shadows.

The red eyes continued to watch your struggled, their gaze like a predator observing their prey, calculating their next move. The silence in the room was deafening, the only sound coming from your own labored breaths and the occasional creak of the rope as you tried in vain to free yourself.

Riri stepped out of the shadows, her movements fluid and unhurried. She twirled her Glock in her hand, the weapon looking menacing in the gloom. Her voice broke the silence, the words filled with a casual confidence, "Wassup, pretty girl?" She spoke in a casual, almost nonchalant tone, her words tinged with a hint of cockiness and smugness.

"Ain't you a pretty sight to behold." Riri continued, her gaze roaming over your restrained form, taking in every detail of your vulnerable state. Her smirk grew wider, and her eyes held a hint of danger, "All tied up and helpless. Just the way I like you."

She approached you slowly, her body language oozing confidence and power. "Ain’t you a beauty." She said, her eyes never leaving your face, "You look so good all restrained like that. It suits you, pretty girl." She leaned in a little closer, her gaze roaming over your figure, her eyes hungry, as a sly smirk graced her lips.

Riri leaned in close, her face mere inches from yours as she spoke, her tone was mocking, yet playful, "I thought you was gon’ give me a good chase, but you ended up drowning tryna to swim away from a nigga, and shii."

She ran her fingers through her hair before she continued, "You knew from the jump yo' ass couldn't swim, yet you still went out and got in that lake when you could have just submitted to me when I had you cornered mamas."

Your voice trembled as you spoke, fear and desperation evident in your words. "P-please.. Let me go Riri." You pleaded, your eyes fixed on Riri as she loomed over you, her presence overwhelmingly intimidating.

Riri chuckled darkly, her amusement evident in her eyes. "Now why would I go and do that pretty girl? You look too good all tied up like that for me. Ain't no way you're leaving anytime soon." She said, her tone firm and unyielding.

Your heart sank as Riri's words sunk in, the realization of your predicament sinking in. Desperation filled your voice, "Please Riri, I won't tell anyone about this! I just want to go home.. I won’t even say a word about you killing Anastasia!" you begged, pleading with her as you tried weakly to free yourself from the ropes.

Riri sneered, her expression turning cold and mocking. "And why would I let you go, huh? So you can go ratting on me? Nah, pretty girl, you ain’t going nowhere ma." She said, her tone chilling as she leaned in even closer, the gun in her hands brushing against your cheek.

"I like you much better like this. All tied up and helpless, completely at my mercy. You look too pretty like this for me to just let you go." She traced her fingers along your jawline, her touch feather light, yet it still sent chills through your body.

You shivered under her touch, the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability only growing stronger as she continued to touch you. "Please Riri, I-I won’t tell anyone about this! Just please let me go!" You begged, desperately trying to reason with her.

Riri smirked, amused by your desperate pleas. "Oh pretty girl, you ain't going no where, so don't even bother begging. You mines now, and I ain't letting go." She said, her voice low, her gaze roaming over your body, her eyes gleaming with a possessive glint.

"You belong to me now, pretty girl. And there's nothing you can do about it." She said, her voice dark and possessive, as she gently gripped your chin, tilting your face up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark, and her expression was possessive, "You mines, ain't no one but me can have you, and I won't stand for anyone tryna take you away from me."

"Nobody else gets to touch you, or to see you, or to speak to you. You are fucking mine. All mine." She said, her words and tone filled with possessiveness, as she leaned in closer, her grip on your chin tightening, "And I ain’t gon’ let no one else take you away from me. You hear me, pretty girl? You belong to me. Ain't no one to take you away, cause ain't no one will ever love you like I love you, so you better be happy that I’m the one who got to you first."

Riri’s hand moved with lightning speed, withdrawing the Glock from its holster and pressing the cold metal against your lips. Her eyes blazed with a mix of lust and domination as she forced your mouth open, guiding the barrel past your teeth.

"Suck it, Mama, Lemme see yo’ lips wrap around my shit." she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. “Show me how much you crave me ma, how desperate you are to please me."

As you reluctantly complied, wrapping your lips around the gun's barrel, Riri’s free hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place. She thrust the weapon deeper, forcing you to take more of it into your mouth, the taste of metal and grease filling your senses.

"That's it," she purred, her grip on your hair tightening. "Take it all, baby. Let me feel you submit to me, body and soul ma."

You sucked on the gun, savoring the bitter taste as you looked up at Riri with your big eyes, your plump lips wrapped tightly around the barrel. You could feel her grip on your hair pulling you deeper, forcing you to take more of the cold steel into your mouth. You gagged slightly, but didn't resist, submitting to her dominance as you bobbed your head, sucking and licking the gun with increasing enthusiasm.

Riri’s eyes darkened with sadistic pleasure as she watched you choke and gag on her gun, your plump lips stretched obscenely around the barrel. She reveled in the sounds of your distress, the muffled gurgles and clicks of your tongue against the metal sending shivers of excitement down her spine.

"Ouuu that’s it ma, take it like the good girl you are," she growled, her hips rocking subtly as she grew aroused by the depraved act. "Choke on my Glock baby, let it fill your pretty throat."

Suddenly, she yanked the gun out, strings of saliva connecting it to your swollen lips. Riri brought the spit-slicked barrel to your cheek, smearing the mixture of your drool and gun oil across your face like a perverse mark of ownership.

"My perfect girl."

With a swift motion, Riri unbound your wrists, freeing you from the restraints. However, instead of releasing you fully, she grasped your upper arms and pulled you into a kneeling position before her.

Riri gripped your hair as she tilt your head up to look at her. Her fingers slipped past your parted lips, the digits sliding against your tongue as she guided them deeper into your mouth. Her grip on your hair tightened, tilting your head back to force you to accept the intrusion fully.

"Now, suck on my fingers like a good girl ma," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "Show me how much you want to please me."

You obediently sucked on Riri’s fingers, swirling your tongue around them as you gazed up at her with your big puppy eyes. You could taste the faint saltiness of her skin mixed with the lingering tang of gunmetal, a strange yet arousing combination. Your cheeks hollowed as you applied suction, your lips forming a tight seal around her digits. You moaned softly around her fingers, the vibrations sending a thrill through her.

Riri’s fingers twitched in response to your skilled ministrations, her breathing growing heavier as she watched your lips wrap around her digits. The sensation of your warm mouth working over her fingers sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core.

"That's it, baby," she groaned, her grip on your hair loosening just enough to allow you to continue without discomfort. "Suck my fingers like the good lil’ slut you are mama."

Feeling your moist heat surrounding her fingers, Riri’s cock began to harden, throbbing with anticipation. Each flick of your tongue against her digits elicited a low groan from her, the sensation of your mouth on her fingers driving her wild with desire.

"Fuck, y/n," she gasped, her hips rocking subtly as her arousal built. "Your mouth feels so good...so fuckin’ warm ma."

Slowly, deliberately, Riri began to peel off her clothing, each item removed serving to reveal more of her muscular, toned body. First came the wife-beater, exposing her well-defined abs and pecs. Next was the pair of sweatpants, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts.

With a flick of her wrist, she dispatched the last piece of clothing, standing bare before you in all her glory. Every muscle, every curve, every inch of flawless ebony skin was on display for your viewing pleasure.

Her cock stood proudly erect, throbbing with arousal as it leaked a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. The sight was overwhelming, a testament to her raw, animalistic sexuality.

Standing tall and proud, Riri’s cock stood free from its confinement, standing erect and throbbing with anticipation. Its length was impressive, stretching out impressively against the expanse of her belly. Veins pulsed visibly beneath the velvety surface of her shaft, adding to its intimidating presence.

The crown was a darker shade of brown, glistening with beads of precum that trickled down the length of her shaft, pooling at the base. Her balls hung heavy and full, swinging slightly with each shift of her stance.

Riri’s cock was a sight to behold, raw and unforgiving in its display of masculine strength. It was clear that she took great pride in maintaining such a formidable weapon.

Gently, Riri guided you to the nearby couch, helping you settle comfortably on the plush cushions. Once you were settled, she wasted no time in stripping off your dress, revealing your voluptuous figure in all its glory.

Your full breasts, straining against the confines of your bra, were the first thing to catch her attention. They were large and firm, their nipples hardening under her intense scrutiny. Lower still, her gaze lingered on your rounded belly, the soft skin wrinkling slightly where it met your lower ribs.

Finally, she allowed her eyes to drift downwards, taking in the sight of your pussy. It was glistening wet, the folds of your labia parted to reveal the engorged clit nestled within. A thin trickle of juices dripped down your thigh, staining the fabric of your panties.

“Play with yourself, ma."

A/n: let’s not talk about the fact that you ain’t got no panties on… oh, and just act like you were in another dress since you had jumped in that lake 😭…

You sat on the couch, your legs spread wide apart as you followed Riri’s command. You slowly started to rub your soaked pussy, spreading your lips apart, making your juicy cunt visible to Riri. You moaned softly, as you rubbed your swollen clit, your eyes rolling back, and your tongue hanging out of your mouth, your big titties bouncing as you touched yourself.

Watching you touch yourself was a feast for Riri’s eyes. Your full breasts jiggled with each movement of your hands, nipples hardening further under her hungry gaze. The sight of your pussy, glistening and wet, was too much to resist.

Without hesitation, Riri knelt between your spread thighs, her fingers ghosting over your slick folds. She dipped a digit into your juices, coating it before continuing to tease your clit.

"That's it, baby," she cooed, her other hand cupping one of your breasts, thumb rubbing over your nipple. "Lemme help you get off ma."

You gasped loudly as Riri’s finger slid into your wet pussy, you arched your back as you moaned loudly, your tits jiggling wildly as you touched yourself. You were completely helpless, as Riri played with you, you couldn't do anything but moan and squirm in pleasure. You felt Riri’s hot breath on your moist cunt, as she teased your clit, making you writhe in pleasure.

Riri’s fingers danced over your sensitive bud, teasing and circling until you were writhing in pleasure. Her other hand squeezed your breast, pinching your hardened nipple between her fingers.

"Does that feel good ma?" she asked, her voice a low purr. "Do you want more? Beg for it pretty girl."

You moaned loudly, your body trembling with pleasure as Riri’s skilled fingers worked magic on your aching sex. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of her touch. Through labored breaths, you managed to gasp out; "Please Riri... Please don't stop! I need more... I need you inside me!" Your eyes, hazy with lust, locked onto hers as you begged shamelessly. "Fuck me, use me, ruin me for anyone else! Make me yours! Please Rihanna!"

A mischievous grin spread across Riri’s face at your desperate pleas, her eyes gleaming with dark promise. She withdrew her fingers from your dripping cunt, bringing them to her lips to savor your essence.

Mmm, you taste good ma," she murmured, her tongue darting out to lap at your juices. "But I think you need something bigger than my fingers, don't it ma?"

Rising to her feet, Riri positioned herself at your entrance, the tip of her hard cock nudging against your slick folds. With a powerful thrust of her hips, she buried herself deep inside you, stretching you deliciously around her thickness.

"F-Fuck, you so tight mama," she groaned, giving you a moment to adjust before starting a relentless pace. "This pussy belongs to me now. You hear me ma?"

You cried out in ecstasy as Riri filled you completely, your walls stretching deliciously around her thick cock. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your heavy tits bouncing wildly with the force of her movements.

Yes, yes! It's yours, all yours!" You screamed, your nails raking down her back as you clung to her. "Harder, faster! Ruin my pussy!"

Lost in the throes of passion, you wrapped your thick legs around Riri’s waist, using the leverage to meet her thrusts. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure.

Riri’s hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, pounding into your welcoming heat with abandon. The sensation of your tight, wet walls gripping her cock was pure bliss, driving her closer to the edge with each passing second.

"That's it ma, take it for me baby," she growled, her breath coming in ragged pants. "This is what you wanted, ain’t it ma? To be used, claimed, fucked senseless by me."

Her hands gripped your thighs, digging into the flesh as she drove into you with reckless intensity. The room echoed with the lewd sounds of their coupling, punctuated by your screams of ecstasy and Riri’s guttural grunts.

Riri wrapped her hand around your throat, looking deeply into your eyes with her pretty red irises. Her grip on your throat tightened, her fingers closing around your windpipe as she continued to pound into your spasming cunt. The added pressure only heightened your sensations, pushing you closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Squirt for me, baby," she demanded, her voice a low, menacing growl. "Drench my cock with your juices. Show me who owns this tight pretty pussy."

Despite your body's violent convulsions, Riri showed no signs of slowing down. If anything, her thrusts became even more brutal, the force of her hips slamming against your ass with bone-jarring intensity.

"Say my name ma," she commanded, her grip on your throat constricting further. "Moan my shit, princess. Tell me who fucks you best. I bet Ole hoe Anastasia can’t fuck you like this huh ma?"

You struggled to breathe as Riri’s fingers closed around your throat, your vision blurring at the edges. But even as you teetered on the verge of suffocation, the relentless pounding of her cock inside you kept you teetering on the edge of climax.

“D-Daddy... M-Mami... Ahhnnn!" You choked out, your words barely intelligible as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "Y-Yes, you f-fuck me b-better than anyone else! Only you c-can make me s-squir-"

Your sentence cut off abruptly as a massive orgasm ripped through you, your pussy clamping down viciously on Riri’s cock. A torrent of fluid gushed out, drenching you both as you shook and thrashed beneath her.

“Ahhhhh, Daddy! M-Mami, yessss!"

Riri’s eyes flashed with triumph as she felt your pussy clamp down around her, milking her cock for all it was worth. The sensation of your juices flooding her shaft only served to heighten her own arousal, pushing her closer to the precipice of her own release.

"That's it, cum for me, ma," she hissed, her grip on your throat relaxing just enough to allow you to draw shallow breaths. "Take Daddy's cock deep, show me how much you love being used ma.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Riri buried herself to the hilt inside you, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her cock pulsed and throbbed, painting your insides with wave after wave of hot cum.

"Fuuuuck, o-oh ma yes!" she moaned, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

As Riri’s cock erupted inside you, you felt the hot spurts of her cum filling you up, marking you as hers. The sensation of her pulsing shaft and the warmth of her seed triggered another mini-orgasm, your pussy fluttering weakly around her.

"Mmmm... Daddy... So good..." You panted, your words slurred and breathy as you floated in the aftermath of your shared pleasure. Riri’s grip on your throat relaxed, allowing you to draw in deeper breaths as you both slowly came down from your high.

Riri’s chest heaved with exertion as she gradually regained control over her movements, her cock still twitching inside you with the aftershocks of her climax. As the fog of lust began to clear, she gazed down at you with a mix of satisfaction and affection.

"There you go, ma," she murmured, her voice softer now. "All mine, just like I promised."

After a moment of tender afterglow, Riri carefully extracted her softening cock from your well-used pussy, a string of cum connecting the two as she pulled free. She stepped back, admiring the sight of her juices dripping from your stretched hole.

"Now, open up for me ma," she commanded, guiding the tip of her cock towards your waiting mouth. "Clean our juices off, ma."

You obediently opened your mouth, your lips parting to receive Riri’s still-sensitive cock. You could taste the salty tang of her semen mixing with your own juices as she pushed forward, the head of her dick popping past your lips. You started to suck gently, your tongue swiping along the underside as you worked to clean her off.

Riri’s breath caught in her throat as your warm, wet mouth enveloped her cock once more. The gentle suction and flick of your tongue sent pleasurable shivers through her spent body.

"Mmm, that's it, baby," she praised, her fingers threading through your hair. "Such a good girl, cleaning up our mess ma."

She slowly rocked her hips, easing more of her length into your mouth. The sensation of your lips and tongue worshipping her cock was almost too much to bear, especially after the intense lovemaking session you’d just shared.

You moaned around Riri’s cock as she pushed deeper, your nose pressing against her pelvis as you tried to accommodate her size. You sucked harder, your cheeks hollowing as you worked to milk every drop of cum from her shaft. Your tongue swirled and lapped, cleaning her thoroughly as you savored the taste of our combined essences.

Riri’s hips stuttered, her cock twitching inside your mouth as your enthusiastic sucking reignited the embers of her desire. She leaned forward, cradling your head as she guided you to take her even deeper.

"O-Oh fuck, ma," she moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. "You gon’ to make me cum again if you keep doing that ma."

But despite the warning, Riri found herself unable to pull away, too entranced by the sight of your lips stretched around her girth and the feeling of your tongue exploring every inch of her cock.

With a primal growl, Riri seized control, gripping your hair tightly as she began to thrust into your mouth with ruthless abandon. Her cock slammed against the back of your throat, forcing you to gag around the invading length.

"Oh yes mama," she moaned, her hips pistoning forward with frenzied intensity. "Swallow every inch of Daddy's cock, ma."

Riri’s aggressive pace left you little choice but to submit, your airway constricted by the sheer girth of her shaft. Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to breathe around the relentless pounding, yet somehow, you found the will to continue, determined to please your dominant lover.

You choked and gagged as Riri’s cock ravaged your throat, your eyes watering profusely from the rough treatment. Despite the discomfort, you managed to maintain a steady rhythm of swallowing, trying to coax out whatever pleasure she sought from this act of dominance.

Your hands reached up to grasp Riri’s thighs, the friction of her skin against your palms providing some small measure of comfort amidst the chaos of her oral assault. You looked up at her with tear-streaked eyes, silently pleading for mercy even as your body betrayed you, responding to the raw power of her thrusts.

Riri’s gaze locked onto your tearful face, a twisted mix of lust and possessiveness burning in her eyes. The sight of you struggling to cope with her aggressive thrusts only fueled her desire, her cock swelling even larger inside your stretched throat.

"You like this, don't it ma? "she sneered, her voice a harsh rasp. "Being used as Daddy's personal cocksleeve, choking on my fat dick. You such a good girl ma.“

With a cruel twist of her hips, Shuri forced her way even deeper, the head of her cock bumping against your esophagus. She held you there, impaled on her shaft, as she ground her pelvis against your face, ensuring maximum stimulation.

You whimpered around Riri’s cock, your throat muscles straining to accommodate her girth. The intense pressure and lack of oxygen sent waves of dizziness washing over you, but you refused to break, determined not to disappoint her. As she ground against your face, you felt a familiar warmth building in your core, your body betraying its natural response to the degrading yet exhilarating act.

Tears poured freely down your cheeks as you gazed up at Riri, my expression a mix of pain, fear, and reluctant arousal. You couldn't speak, couldn't form coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. All you could do was submit, to endure and serve, as l Riri used your mouth for her pleasure.

Riri's eyes blazed with dark satisfaction as she watched you struggle to cope with her relentless thrusts, your tears and choked whimpers music to her ears. The knowledge that she had reduced you to this state - a quivering, overwhelmed mess, utterly at her mercy - only intensified her arousal.

"Fuck ma," she growled, her hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Drown on Daddy's cock, you such a pretty cumslut mamas."

Riri’s s cock pulsed and throbbed inside your throat, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. With a guttural roar, she exploded, pumping jet after jet of searing hot cum directly into down your throat.

You felt Riri’s cock erupt within you, the initial blast of cum hitting the back of your throat and forcing you to swallow convulsively around the invading mass. Wave after wave of her seed flooded your mouth and slid down my esophagus, the sheer volume threatening to choke you.

As the last spurts subsided, Riri slowly withdrew her softened cock from your abused throat, leaving you gasping for air. You collapsed back onto the couch, your body trembling and coated in a sheen of sweat. Tears continued to stream down your face, but now they were tinged with a strange, post-coital calm.

Riri stood over you, her chest heaving with exertion as she gazed down at your disheveled form. A smug, satisfied smile played on her lips as she took in the sight of you, ravaged and spent from their intense encounter.

Without a word, Shuri seized your chin roughly, pulling your lips into a bruising, dominating kiss. Her tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you once more as she tasted the remnants of your passion. Breaking the kiss, she swept you up into her arms, cradling your limp form against her chest. With purposeful strides, she carried you into the adjacent bathroom, setting you down on the edge of the tub.

"Stay put," she ordered, turning on the faucet to fill the basin with warm water.* "We gon’ clean you up, mama."

Riri cupped your face gently in her hands, her thumbs wiping away the remaining tears from your cheeks. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss, a stark contrast to the earlier brutality.

"You did so well, ma," she whispered against your mouth, her voice husky with affection. "Such a good girl, taking everything Daddy gave you. I'm proud of you."

You melted into Riri’s embrace, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your passionate encounter. Her praise and affection washed over you like a comforting blanket, soothing the raw edges of your soul.

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

IS YOU FEELIN’ ME?/HOODSHURI (AU)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Dom!Ri Sub!Reader

Containing: Smut 18+

Summary: Ri, despite her success and fame, struggles with trust issues and commitment. Every failed attempt at a relationship has left her feeling jaded and unsure if she'll ever find love. This fear of intimacy has created walls around her heart that she's convinced could never be broken.... But what happens when she meets someone who challenges her views and slowly melts her defenses, showing her what true love and trust feel like? Can she let down her guard and open herself up to the possibility of love again?

Word count: idk

Note: Hii loves! It’s been a lil’ while since I been on this app… but Imma start being back active again.. maybe. BUT, while I was gone I’ve been thinking and making new story ideas for ya guys. And I just realized that I ain’t make no typa’ Riri fanfic… LAWDD MY BAAD.. Ykw, imma start making em cuz I do have a few Riri fanfics that I want to share wit y’all 💗. Oh and I’m still tryna make them stories that I published from when I said new story alert.. I only made 1/1 of them damn stories so I will be getting to that ofc. But anyway, enjoy. (Prolly finna go back MIA.) Oh! and one more thing, this is Shuri from a different universe so this is my own AU of her. She goes by the name Ri’ , but her last name is still Udaku. Just a lil reminder, this is MY own AU of Shuri, but she ain’t from Wakanda. She from Atlanta, but she goes by the name Ri’. If you don’t like how this is made, or this story you’re very welcomed to block me, or just keep scrolling. I’ve made this story based off of the picture Tish took with kehlani so it game me the idea to make this story.

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"Y'all niggas is weird, on my momma" Ri’ muttered to herself, chuckling heartily as she continued to scroll through her For You Page on TikTok, where her fans were once again tearing up some poor dude's comments who attempted to claim her as his woman.

Ri continued to smoke her blunt, taking a few more puffs as she scrolled through the comments of the various edits that her fans had made of her. They were hilarious and she loved them, though she just had to roll her eyes every time she saw another dude who tried to claim her.

"Man, these niggas needa' learn that I like pussy only." Ri said aloud, before taking a long hit from her blunt. Her fans never failed to crack her up with the way they defended her and ripped up any guys who would dare to call themselves Ri's future man.

Ri leaned back in her chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air as she continued to scroll through the edits and comments. It amused her to no end, reading all the ways her fans would go to bat for her, especially against any dudes who thought they had a chance with her.

She let out a little scoff, finding humor in it all. "These dumb niggas really think they can claim me as their woman..." she thought to herself, before taking another hit from her blunt and continuing to scroll.

As she scrolled, she came across one edit that caught her attention. It featured a compilation of some of her most epic racecar moments, set to one of her favorite songs. Ri watched it with a proud smirk on her face, nodding along to the beat and feeling pretty damn good seeing herself in action.

Ri nodded approvingly as she watched the edit once more, before scrolling down to see all the comments. It was an endless flood of praise and admiration from her fans, and she made sure to like a lot of em before adding it to her own story on Instagram.

Ri leaned back in her seat again, her mind drifting as she took another puff from her blunt. The upcoming race was on her mind, and she was already mentally preparing herself for the competition and the party that would follow afterward. She let out a heavy sigh, realizing that it had been a week since she last had any sexual release.

Ri felt a little irritated and frustrated with herself for neglecting her own needs while focusing so intensely on her racing career. She knew that she needed to find a way to release her stress and pent-up tension, and her mind briefly drifted towards the thought of finding a one-night stand or a potential hookup for the after-party.

"Nah, that ain't right. I'm gettin' too damn old for this drought," she grumbled, already planning her moves to rectify the situation. "Gotta find myself a good fuck or two...or ten. Maybe even bust a nut or three myself if I gotta."

A grin spread across her face as she imagined all the ways she'd satisfy herself and maybe even someone else soon. "Three weeks 'til the next race...and the afterparty. Plenty of time to get hoes pussy wet and wild."

Ri’ had hoes that’s for sure, but she was so indecisive on which one she’d keep.. or maybe wifed? Who knows? If Ri’ was being honest, she ain’t wanna wife nun of them bitches at all. She had hella lil’ flings here and there but they were always one night stands and that’s it. After she had hit, BOOM the bitch blocked. It was just the Scorpio in her.

Ri’ tried to make some of the women she slept with her girlfriend, but it was always either she was cheating, or the other was cheating but either way, the shit wasn’t gon’ work out. So, that’s why she stayed single because she had plenty of freedom and ain’t have to worry bout nobody. But damn, it did get lonely once she got tired of having freedom though. All Ri’ wanted to do was come home to her girl, or wake up next to her. Wait a damn minute, she has woken up next to multiple women she slept with, so does that count at least?

Ri pulled out her phone and opened up her Instagram account, her thumb hovering over the "GO LIVE" button. She took one more puff from her blunt before taking a deep breath. She always liked talking to her fans on livestreams, and it was a great way for her to connect with her supporters.

She hit the "GO LIVE" button, and within moments, her live stream was up and running. The chat was immediately flooded with comments from her fans, expressing excitement and affection for their favorite stud and racecar driver.

Ri's livestream started to fill up with viewers pretty quickly, as her fans eagerly joined in to hear whatever she had to say. As she looked at the comments, she saw that the chat was moving lightning fast, with a flurry of messages flying across the screen. She chuckled to herself, amused by how excited and enthusiastic her fans were. She took a moment to take another puff from her blunt, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air as she read some of the messages from her fans.

Ri's hair is up in a big and fuzzy afro, showing off her neck tats and her shaved side of her head. She is wearing a black wife beater that hugs her body in a comfy way, as well as a purple sports bra peeking through it. Ri has on a pair of black sweatpants, with her black boxers peeking through. For accessories, Ri has diamond pierced earrings, a lip and tongue piercing, and her tooth gems and grills shine whenever she smiles.

Ri smiled broadly as she saw a flood of comments pop up in the chat. "Yoooooo", "Hey Ri!!", "wassup bae", "I miss youuuuu" were some of the comments she read. She chuckled to herself, feeling grateful for the love and support from her fans.

As she scrolled down the chat, she noticed that many of the fans were curious and excited about her upcoming race. "When's your next race?" "You gon' win?" "I can't wait to see you race!" were some of the messages she saw. Ri smirked, feeling confident and pumped up. "My next race is coming up in three weeks," she said aloud. "And hell yeah, I'm gon’ win. Y’all know I ain’t gon’ lose, hell naw."

The chat immediately exploded with even more enthusiastic messages. "Yesssss", "You got this boo", "I know you gon' win!!" filled the chat. Ri smiled, feeling even more pumped up and motivated. "Thanks y'all," she responded, her tone filled with gratitude. "I appreciate the support. I'm gon’ work my ass off and give it my all."

Ri let out a hearty laugh as she read the questions from her female fans asking if she needed a girlfriend. "Y'all girls tryna' slide in my DMs?" she joked. "I appreciate the love, but I'm straight. I'm just focused on my racing."

The chat was filled with comments from the girl fans, expressing their disappointment playfully. "Awwww", "Damn it", "We was gon’ treat you rightttt" were some of the remarks that showed up in the chat. Ri chuckled at their banter, feeling amused and entertained by their playful flirting.

Ri chuckled as she scanned through the comments, seeing that her fans were curious about her celebrity crush. "My celebrity crush? Y'all nosy, huh?" she joked. "I mean, I got a few that I think are fine. Rihanna is a queen. She fine as hell."

“But if I had to choose just one... man, that's tough. There're so many fine women out there." she continued with a smirk. "Halle Berry, Gabrielle Union, Teyana Taylor... those ladies got me weak in the knees."

The chat was filled with comments from Ri's fans, some of them expressing agreement and others playfully teasing her. "Yesssss", "That's some good taste," "You hella fine so it make sense," they said. Ri couldn't help but laugh at their reactions, feeling entertained and amused by their banter.

Ri chuckled as she read the comments about needing her hair braided. "You know what? I do need my hair braided," she admitted. "I'm due for a new style soon. And I heard there's this one girl who does bomb ass braids. She's the best in the city."

The chat exploded with excitement and enthusiasm. "We know who you're talking about," "That girl is talented asf," "Her braids are on point. "Ri should talk to her," the comments read. Ri smirked, amused at the fans' eagerness to connect her with this braid girl.

Author: So, your name will be cinnamon 💗.

Ri raised an eyebrow as she read through the comments, noticing how the fans were hyping up this girl named Cinnamon, who was the braider they were talking about. "Oh, Cinnamon, huh?" she said, her tone mildly interested. "I've heard about her, but I never met her. Y'all sayin' she fine as hell and pretty, huh?"

Ri looked at her phone as the @s for your Instagram account started coming through in the chat. "Oh, y'all got her Instagram handle and everything," she noted, impressed by how thorough her fans were. "Aight, bet. I might have to book an appointment with this Cinnamon girl. If she's THAT good and fine, I gotta see for myself."

Ri's eyes widened as she browsed through your Instagram profile. "Damn, she's fine as hell," Ri thought to herself, scrolling through the pictures that showed off your gorgeous looks and your impressive braiding skills. Ri was definitely intrigued, and she felt the urge to book an appointment with you.

As she looked through your Instagram profile, Ri saw that you had a link in her bio for booking appointments. Ri clicked on the link, which led her to a website that listed your services and availability. Ri saw that you had a few openings in her schedule for the next few weeks, and she decided to go ahead and book an appointment with you.

You were a vision of beauty as you stood in the hair salon, effortlessly working on someone's braids. Your long eyelashes fluttered gently against your skin, your eyes low and hooded with a relaxed, almost seductive expression. Your face was a masterpiece all on its own - pretty and well defined, with thick brows and full lips, now adorned in a pretty pink lipgloss. Your pink pixie mullet glimmered in the salon lights, a contrast to your dark brown skin, and your long acrylic nails were painted in the same shade of pink as your dress and lipgloss. You were the very picture of femininity, with a curvy body that was tastefully accentuated by your sexy dress.

The thin, silk material of the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination as it clung to your ample bust, and your thick thighs as it flowed around your hips. The dress was short, showing off the rose tattoo on your thigh, and your perfectly manicured toes curled into your pink glitter delicate sandals.

The salon was buzzing with activity, and as you worked your magic, you drew the attention of both the clients and the other stylists in the room. People were stealing glances and admiring the view, your every movement and gesture exuding a magnetic allure that was both captivating and alluring.

You, as if unaware of the attention you were receiving, merely focused on your work, her hands moving with practiced skill and finesse as you continued to braid the client's hair. Despite her effortless sex appeal, You were completely focused on the task at hand, your mind and eyes fixed on the intricately woven braid patterns.

You finished up the client's braids, and you spun the chair around so she would face the large mirror. The client looked at herself, her face lighting up as she saw the intricate braid patterns and the way they fell in a neat waterfall down her back.

"What you think baby? You like?" You asked, your voice smooth and lilting.

"I love it!" the client replied, a wide smile on her face as she twisted her head from side to side, admiring the way the braids shimmered under the salon lights.

"You did a great job, as always. No one does my hair like you."

You chuckled, feeling satisfied with your work. "Well thank you baby, I'm glad you like it," You said, your tone warm and friendly. You then looked at your schedule and noticed a new appointment you’ve never saw before.

"Hey, I got a new client coming in a bit for braids," you said, your voice curious.

As your client paid you and left, your homegirl Anita came to you excited as hell.

Anita bounded over to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.* "Girl, you not gon' believe who just booked a appointment with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious and skeptical. "Yeah? Who you talkin' bout?" You asked, folding your arms and giving Anita a sidelong glance.

Anita's smile widened, clearly amused at your reluctance to believe her. "I'm serious girl, I'm telling you, this girl is fine as hell. And you know them fine girls like gettin' they hair braided for."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing what Anita was saying. "Oh please, you know how many fine girls come in here?" You said, smirking at Anita. "I ain't gon’ get my hopes up, you know that."

Anita shook her head, her excitement undiminished. "Nah girl, you don't understand. This girl is on a whole 'nother level. I'm telling you, she's fine and her instagram be poppin', girl got a huge fan base, and she's a damn celebrity herself. She's like a pro racer."

Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing who Anita was talking about.

"Wait, you talkin' about Ri Udaku?" You asked, the skepticism replaced by intrigue.

Anita nodded, a sly smile crossing her face. "Yup, that's the one. I know you know who I'm talking 'bout. You know her ass fine as hell. And I'm tellin' you, this Ri girl booked this appointment with you. It’s next Friday too!”

You couldn't deny the fact that Ri was indeed one of the finest women you’ve ever seen. And the fact that she came to her for braids sent a thrill down your spine.

"Oh yeah, Ri fine as hell alright,” You said, your tone sly and slightly amused. "And you telling me she asked for me specifically?"

You picked up your phone, scrolling through m your notifications, you noticed a sudden flood of mentions and new followers popping up on your Instagram feed.

"Damn, I'm getting more attention than usual," You muttered, a smirk growing on your face as you scrolled through the list of new followers.

You then noticed a familiar name among them - Ri Udaku.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Ri's name. You couldn't believe that the fine racer herself had actually followed you on Instagram.

"Holy shiiit, Ri really did follow me," You said, your tone a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Your heart raced as you seen Ri's DM on your Instagram. Quickly, you tapped on the message and wrote a reply.

"Hey Ri, it's Cinnamon. Just saw your DM and sure thing, next Friday works for me.”

Ri's reply came through quickly, her message brimming with excitement.

"Aight, thanks mamas. Looking forward to it. See you then."

You couldn't help but smile at Ri's reply. You loved it when your clients called you mamas, and coming from Ri, it made your heart flutter.

"Aww, she called me mamas," You muttered to yourself, your tone slightly giddy.

Anita suddenly popped up next to you, her tone teasing and mischievous.

Oh, girl you got you some coochie!" Anita said with a smirk, looking at you with a suggestive expression.

Your face turned redder than a tomato at Anita's comment, and you playfully swatted her.

"Girl, shut up 'fore I hit you," you said, trying to contain your laughter and embarrassment, still holding your phone.

Anita cackled, loving the way she teased you.

"Nah girll, I'm just playin' with you. But seriously, you know you gon' be doin' some fine ass braids for that fine ass woman." Anita said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes at Anita's comment, but deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill you felt at the prospect of braiding Ri's hair. Ri was a well-known and attractive figure in the racing world, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of doing her braids.

Meanwhile, Ri gripped Amira's hips tightly, slamming her thick strap into the woman's dripping pussy with ruthless intensity. Sweat dripped down her brow as she powered through, lost in the primal rhythm of fucking. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Amira's moans and pleas for mercy.

"Fuuuck, you take it so well Baby.." Ri growled in her ear softly, her voice raw with lust. She leaned forward, biting Amira's neck hard enough to leave a mark. "You love gettin' wrecked by me, don't it baby?"

Amira whimpered and nodded frantically, her nails digging into Ri's back as she met each thrust with desperate eagerness. Ri felt her own arousal building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter with every stroke.

Ri continued to pound into Amira's eager pussy, her movements growing more erratic as she neared her climax. Despite the intense connection between them, Ri knew their relationship was purely physical - Amira was just one of Ri's many girls, just a warm body for her to use whenever she needed to release some tension. Ri didn't claim her as girlfriend, she wasn't looking for anything serious.

But damn, Amiri was hella fine, her body was banging and her face was pretty as hell, even if she was a little bit clingy sometimes.

Amira whined and bucked wildly, her own orgasm crashing over her as Ri's words pushed her over the edge. Ri snarled in satisfaction, feeling her own release surge through her veins.

Right now though, Ri didn't care cuz she wasn't here for no deep connection, just here to take care of her needs and then dip.

Amira was moving her hips so damn good, and Ri's grip on her waist became tight, and she moaned out loudly.

"Oh god, I love you baby." Amira said, looking up at Ri, her eyes full of affection and love.

Ri didn't feel that way about her at all, but she said the words anyway.

"Mmmh, I love you too Ma."

Ri let out a guttural moan, feeling Amiri's warm essence coat her strap-on as the other woman climaxed. She pumped her hips faster, relishing the slick friction between their bodies. Her own arousal was building rapidly, aching to be satisfied.

Ri growled, leaning forward to capture Amira’s mouth in a sloppy, dominant kiss. Her tongue plundered the other woman's mouth, tasting the warmth of her saliva, and the constant pant of her breath.

Ri broke the kiss, panting heavily as she continued to thrust into Amira’s eager cunt. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, the sound mingling with their heavy breathing and lewd squelches of lube and sex.

Ri gasped sharply as Amira suddenly started fucking back into her, the sudden resistance sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She gripped Amira’s hips harder, fingers digging into flesh as she met each forceful thrust with her own.

Ri's free hand slid down to where their bodies joined, fingers seeking out Amira’s sensitive clit. She rubbed the swollen bud in firm circles, determined to push the other woman over the edge once more.

Ri felt the first spurt of Amira’s climax hit her strap, followed by a gush of warm fluid that soaked her strap and dripped down her legs. She slowed her thrusts to a gentle rock, savoring the sensation of Amiri's cunt milking her toy.

“Mmm, fuck yeah...squirtin' on my strap like a good girl," Ri praised, her voice low and approving. She continued to rub Amira’s clit, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.

As Amira’s spasms began to subside, Ri withdrew her strap, giving it a few lazy strokes through the mess of fluids coating it.

After they finished, Amira was laid out on the bed as she watched Ri put her clothes on. Ri finished putting her clothes on, her body still slick with sweat. She noticed Amira watching her, her eyes filled with an expression that Ri knew all too well. Amira was hoping for more, hoping that Ri would stay the night and cuddle with her.

But Ri had no intention of sticking around. She wasn't looking for any kind of emotional connection, just a quick release. She looked over at Amira, her expression cool and unbothered.

She saw the look on Amira's face and knew what she was thinking. But Ri had a race coming up, and she didn't have time to get feelings involved. She put on her leather jacket, the soft material hugging her body just right. Then she looked back at Amira, her tone neutral.

"Aight Ma, I gotta dip." Ri said, not even glancing back as she walked out the room. She didn't look back, didn't even say a proper goodbye. Just like that, she was gone.

Amira was left lying there in bed, feeling a little bit hurt but not too surprised. She knew what she was getting into with a girl like Ri. It was just a hook up nothing emotional.

She sat up on the bed, feeling a little bit empty, but also relieved that she wasn’t holding herself up for something that wasn’t going to happen. She picked up her phone and opened her Instagram, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

Her feed was filled with pictures of Ri, the pro racer had millions of followers, and she was a huge deal. Amira couldn’t help but feel a little pang of jealousy and envy as she saw pics of Ri with so many beautiful women, including famous models and celebrities.

She tried to brush off the feeling, telling herself that she was being ridiculous. She knew Ri wasn’t looking for anything serious, so why was she being so damn clingy? She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of loneliness and longing.

You walked in through the door, greeted by the aroma of your boyfriend Daniel's cooking. He was busy in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the two of you. But as you looked at him, you couldn't shake off the feeling of indifference. He was handsome and nice and treated you well, but recently, you just didn't feel the same way anymore.

You tried to brush off the feeling, telling yourself you were just tired or stressed out. But deep down, you knew there was something more to it. You couldn't shake off the thought that you were starting to find women more attractive than men, and seeing your boyfriend in the kitchen, cooking for you, made you feel nothing at all.

You removed your salon apron, feeling a bit tired and sweaty after a long day of braids. You slipped off your sandals and your feet felt the coolness of the tile. Daniel came over, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Ma, how was work?"

You gave him a small smile, trying to feign enthusiasm. "It was alright, just the same old people coming in for the same old styles." You said, not wanting to make him feel like you were complaining about him.

Daniel nodded, a look of sympathy on his face. "I bet, just the same old stuff everyday. You must be tired." He said, stroking your hair gently.

Inside, you felt a wave of annoyance wash over you. You wanted to swat Daniel's hand away, but you held back, knowing that you were just trying to be affectionate. So instead, you forced yourself to lean into his touch, pretending to enjoy the way his fingers ran through your hair.

You faked a yawn, doing your best to sell the act of being tired. Daniel bought it hook, line, and sinker, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "Aw baby, you tired? You wanna go rest in the bed and I'll wake you up when it's time to eat?" He asked, his voice full of affection.

You nodded, grateful for the chance to get away from him. "Yeah, I'm really exhausted. I think I'll go lie down for a bit." You said, extricating yourself from his embrace and heading towards their bedroom.

Daniel watched you walk away, a hint of concern on his face. "You sure you alright baby?" He called out, a trace of worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," You replied over your shoulder, trying to sound reassuring. "Just really tired, that's all." You disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and letting out a heavy sigh.

You leaned against the door, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. You felt guilty for lying to Daniel, but you couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. You knew he loved you, and you didn't want to hurt him, but you couldn't deny that you were losing feelings for him and starting to realize that you might prefer women.

You pushed yourself away from the door and went over to the bed, flopping down onto your back and staring up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, and you couldn't shake off the guilt and confusion that was building up inside of you.

The thought of a hot shower seemed like the perfect distraction, so you got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. You turned on the water, letting it warm up as you started to undress. As you stepped under the spray of water, you let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension start to ease from your shoulders. The water was hot and soothing, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself self to just feel the heat wash over your body.

The thoughts of Ri flooded your mind, and you let out a soft moan as your hand slid over your body. You imagined Ri's hands on you, touching and exploring you, and suddenly you felt a rush of heat run through your body. You tried to push the thoughts away, but the more you thought about Ri, the more the heat built up inside you. You pictured Ri's muscular body, her sharp jawline, and the look of lust in her eyes as she stared at you...

Your breathing became heavier as you imagined Ri’s lips on your neck, her teeth gently nipping at your skin. Her hands were now roaming over your body, almost like they had a mind of their own. You let out a sharp breath, your hand moving down your body, towards your thighs. You couldn't stop thinking about Ri's lips, her lips that looked like they could do amazing things to your body...

Your eyes snapped open, your thoughts of Ri abruptly interrupted by Daniel's voice through the door. It was a jarring reminder of reality, and you felt a twinge of guilt for getting lost in your fantasies about another woman.

Daniel's voice rang out again, slightly muffled by the door, but still loud enough to carry through the bathroom. "Hey Ma, the food is ready now." He said, his tone casual and cheerful, not knowing that his girlfriend was having a mental battle in the shower.

You clenched your teeth, trying to push away the thoughts of Ri from your mind. You wanted to enjoy dinner and spend time with your boyfriend, not fantasize about another woman. But you couldn’t deny the fact that Ri was slowly taking over your thoughts, and it was getting harder to ignore the attraction you were feeling.

You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and push away the thoughts of Ri, at least for now.

You walked out of the bathroom, your body wrapped in a silk robe. Your hair was still wet and your skin smelled like vanilla, a scent that Daniel loved. As you entered the living room, you saw Daniel setting the table, a smile on his face when he saw you.

“You look beautiful as always,” Daniel commented, his eyes roaming over your body. The way the silk of the robe clung to your curves and hugged your soft body. You tried to smile, knowing that Daniel was trying to compliment and be sweet, but it fell flat to you. You didn’t feel any heat or excitement from his eyes.

“Thanks…” you said, the word coming out dull and empty. You sat down at the table, fiddling with the hem of your robe. You tried to act normal, but Daniel noticed something off with you. He frowned slightly, concern etched on his face.

"Is everything good baby? You seem a little out of it." He asked, taking a seat next to you. He reached out to touch your hand, trying to get you to look at him.

You withdrew your hand from his touch subtly. "I'm fine, just tired," you said, looking down at your plate. You hated the way he was looking at you, like he was waiting for you to open up and share your feelings. You just wanted to eat and go to bed, preferably alone.

As you two ate in silence, Daniel stole glances at you. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely off. Maybe it was just stress from work, but you seemed distant and cold. The usual warmth and affection you showed him were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Daniels phone rung, as he took the call and stepped away for a bit. You were hoping that it was his job calling him in today. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard Daniel step away and answer the phone. You hoped that it was his job calling, asking him to come in for a double shift. That would give you some time to yourself, and you could try to sort out the conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you.

Daniel's voice drifted from the other room, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. As the minutes passed, You waited, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your robe. You kept glancing towards the door, hoping that Daniel would come back and say he had to leave.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel came back into the room. He looked slightly frustrated, running a hand through his hair. Your heart skipped a beat, hoping that he was called into work, but then he spoke and it all became clear. "My damn boss," he said with an exasperated sigh, "he just called and asked me to cover his shift tonight. He's got some family emergency or something, but I gotta head over there soon. You gon’ be okay baby?”

You felt a mixture of relief and annoyance wash over you. On one hand, you were glad that you would be alone tonight. On the other hand, you couldn't stand the thought of another night of pretending to be something she wasn't. But you plastered on a smile and nodded your head.

“Go on baby, I’ll be fine.”

Daniel still looked concerned, noticing the forced smile on your face. He wanted to press you more, but he knew better. With a sigh, he grabbed his keys and jacket, getting ready for the long shift ahead. "Aight beautiful, well I'll see you later then," he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips as he walked towards the front door. You watched silently as Daniel left the house, closing the door behind him. You waited for a moment, listening to the sound of the car starting up and driving away before letting out a long sigh.

The pulsing sensation between your legs intensified, the thought of touching yourself almost irresistible. You knew it would provide some temporary relief from the frustration and confusion your life had become, but a part of you also felt guilty for even thinking about it. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through social media, but your mind kept wandering back to the image of Ri, that fine ass woman….

As you laid on the couch, your mind drifted back to Ri’. Every time you closed your eyes, her image appeared, along with the tantalizing sensations coursing through her body. Your fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

You inhaled sharply as your fingers brushed against the slick folds of your sex, already damp with arousal. Imaginary images of Ri’s gentle touch, the warmth of her breath, and the depth of her gaze flooded your senses. With a soft moan, you began to stroke yourself, imagining Ri’s hands replacing your own. As your hands roamed your body, kneading and teasing your sensitive nipples, you couldn't help but picture Ri’s elegant fingers performing the same intimate gestures. The fantasy sent jolts of electricity through your veins, heightening your arousal.

"Ri, touch me like that," you panted, your voice husky with desire. "Make me yours, just for a moment." You pinched and rolled your nipples, gasping at the pleasurable ache. Your other hand continued its relentless pace between your thighs, stroking faster as your orgasm neared.

Mmm, yes... oh, Riiii!" You cried out, your body tensing as the first waves of climax crashed over you. You rode the intense pleasure, your imagination running wild with scenarios of the racer joining you in ecstasy.

You laid back on your bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to you. The stress and tension that had been weighing you down seemed to have lifted slightly, leaving you feeling relaxed and a bit more relaxed. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink further into the sheets.

5 days later, you walked into the salon early, setting up your station as usual. You had spent the last few days trying to push thoughts of Ri out of your mind considering you literally masturbated to her. You told yourself that it was just a harmless attraction. But as you prepared your tools and got ready for the day, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

As the hours ticked by, the salon was surprisingly slow. Anita was supposed to work today, but she had called in sick. That meant that you were left alone, which you didn't mind too much. But as it got later in the afternoon, you began to feel more nervous. Your last client of the day was none other than Ri, the pro racer that you’ve been trying to forget about for the past few days.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked down at your watch, seeing that Ri's appointment was only an hour away. You tried to shake off the feeling, telling yourself that it was just another client, nothing more. But the closer it got to the appointment time, the harder it was for you to push those damn thoughts out of your head.

Suddenly, you looked up from your station, your heart skipping a beat as you saw Ri walking through the door. The sight of her in person was even more mesmerizing than you remembered, and you found yourself staring for a few seconds too long.

Ri walked into the salon, looking good as hell. She had on a grey hoodie with the hood up, her dark curls peeking out just enough to frame her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, giving her a sleepy and seductive look. She was wearing a pair of grey sweats, and when they hung low it gave a glimpse of her boxers. Her arms and hands were covered in tattoos that seemed to move as if on their own, intricate and beautiful lines and patterns danced under her dark brown skin.

You watched as Ri walked in the salon, her presence immediately feeling overwhelming. Her eyes seemed to peer into your very soul, those deep red low-lidded eyes boring into yours as she looked up at you. She gave you a small smile, her lip and tongue piercings glinting in the light.

"Excuse me Mama, you cinnamon?" Ri asked, looking up at you with an amused smirk. Her voice was smooth and deep, her Atlanta accent coming through strong. Her eyes raked up and down your body, taking in every bit of you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri eyed you up and down. She had a confident energy about her, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous under her gaze. "Yea, I’m cinnamon," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri’s smile widened as she heard you confirm her question. She looked you up and down once more, taking in every detail, before nodding with satisfaction. "Good, ain’t never heard of another person who do braids better than you ma. I’m finna be a recurring customer fr fr, my regular stylist booked up."

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride swell up in you. You knew you were good at what you do, but hearing the praise from someone like Ri was different than anything you’ve experienced so far. "Thanks," you replied, not knowing how to respond. You motioned for her to follow you over to the back, where your station was set up.

Ri followed you over to your station, her gaze never leaving you. You could feel her eyes on you the entire time, and it made you a little bit self-conscious. She sat down on the chair in front of your station, leaning back and resting her arms on the armrests.

"So what you tryna get today?", you asked, finally looking at Ri.

"Cornrows," Ri replied, her gaze never leaving you. "Aight, bet. Gimme a min to get everything set up. In the meantime you can take off your hoodie."

Ri nodded and stood up, starting to take off her hoodie, revealing a fitted tank top on her and tattoos on her arms that moved elegantly with her body. She took a seat back down, and you couldn’t help but notice how toned her body was.

You shook the thought out of your head, trying to stay focused. You had a job to do, and you couldn’t let yourself get distracted by your client’s body, no matter how attractive they might be. You grabbed the stuff you needed for the cornrows and got to work, trying your best to ignore the way Ri’s gaze was burning into the back of your head.

You plugged your phone in to the speaker, the smooth sounds of Jhene Aiko’s vocals filled the room as you started to work on Ri’s hair. The music only added to the already intimate atmosphere, and you could feel Ri’s eyes on you, watching you work.

Ri was staring at you, her eyes glued to your every move. The music seemed to make everything more intimate, the sound of Jhene’s voice filling the room as you worked on her hair. She could tell you were nervous, your hands trembling slightly as you brushed and braided her hair.

Ri said nothing, watching you in silence as you braided her hair. The sound of her breathing and the music was the only thing you could hear, save for the occasional sound of you braiding her hair. She was studying you, taking in every part of you, from your hands to your hair, to your facial expressions. She could tell you were nervous, and she found it cute.

After a while of her watching you in silence, Ri finally spoke up. Her voice was low and soft, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Ay ma, how old are you?" Ri asked.

You almost jumped at the sound of her voice, not expecting her to speak. You looked up at her for a moment, surprised by her question. "I'm 23," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Damn ma, I thought you was older. You look grown as hell, in a good way of course.." She said with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, the complimented making your heart beat a little bit faster. Still, you were trying to keep your cool and stay professional. "Thanks," you replied, continuing to work on her hair.

Ri watched you work for a few more minutes, the music still playing in the background. She seemed curious, and eventually, she spoke up again.

"Ay, can I ask you somethin’ ma?" Ri’s voice was smooth and casual.

You paused your braiding for a moment, looking up at her. "Sure, go ahead." You said, trying to sound casual even though your heart was starting to beat faster.

Ri smirked, noticing the slight change in your demeanor. She leaned back in the chair, getting more comfortable.

"You got a boyfriend ma?" Ri asked casually, her eyes roving over your face, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little, thinking about your current boyfriend, Daniel. You didn’t feel the same way about him anymore, and you were starting to realize that you were attracted to women more than men.

"Yeah, I got a boyfriend..." you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed a hint of boredom.

Ri noticed the eye roll and the tone of your voice, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued. She leaned forward in her chair, her eyes locked on you.

"You don’t sound too happy about that ma," Ri said, her voice low and seductive.

You paused for a moment, caught off guard by the comment. You tried to keep a poker face, but you couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel a little bit flustered.

"It’s just complicated," you replied, not wanting to go into too much detail about your current relationship.

Ri nodded, a smirk on her face. She could sense that there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she switched gears.

"How long ya’ll been together?" Ri asked, curiosity still evident in her voice.

"Two years," you answered, continuing to braid Ri’s hair, trying to keep your mind focused on the task at hand instead of the attractive pro racer sitting in front of you.

Ri nodded, her gaze still fixed on your face. She seemed satisfied with your answer, but she wasn’t satisfied enough yet.

"And how he treat you?" Ri asked, her question innocent, but her tone was not.

You sighed, considering the question. It was a complicated answer, but you tried to be honest.

"He treats me fine, I guess. He’s always been good to me, but recently I just ain’t been feeling him the way I used to..." You said, your voice trailing off, sounding tired and weary.

Ri nodded, listening intently. She could tell there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it.

"Whatchu mean you don’t feel him? He don’t treat you good no more or sumn?" Ri asked, her tone casual.

You shrugged, trying to find the right words to explain. "It’s just...I don’t know. Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m the one who’s changed, but I just don’t feel the same way anymore. We used to be good together, but now...now I just feel trapped, like I’m stuck in a relationship that I no longer have feelings for..."

Ri looked at you for a moment, studying your face as you spoke. She could see the conflict in your eyes, the mixture of confusion and sadness. Her expression softened slightly, and she leaned back in the chair again.

"Sounds like you in a tough spot, ma.. You should talk to ole dude." Ri said in a gentle tone.

After hours of braiding, you finally finished Ri’s hair, letting her look at it in the mirror. Ri looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the intricate cornrows that now adorned her head.

"Damn ma, you never disappoint, real talk. My hair look good as hell." She said with a smile, her gaze flickering to your reflection in the mirror.

You felt a sense of pride swell up in you as she complimented your work. You were a perfectionist when it came to hairstyles, and you always strived to do the best for your clients.

"Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, even though her gaze was making you feel a little flustered.

Ri turned around in her chair, her eyes still fixed on you. Her gaze was intense, and you could feel her studying you from head to toe. She leaned back against the chair, resting her arms on the armrests.

"You hella good at this. You know a lotta stuff about hair.. what else you good at, ma?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri looked at you with that hungry gaze. She was obviously eyeing you up and down, and you could feel her eyes burning a path down your body. You tried to keep your cool, but her intense look was leaving you feeling a little bit out of sorts.

"I mean, I’ve got other talents.." You said with a shrug, trying to stay nonchalant even though your heart was beating fast.

Ri smirked at your statement, letting out a soft chuckle. She leaned back in the chair, still looking you up and down.

"Yeah, well I got a special talent of my own. It's somethin’ a lot of women can testify to.." Ri said with a sly grin.

Ri thought about it for a second, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. It was almost closing time, and she knew she had to get going soon. "You know what ma, I actually got an invitation to the after party that’s happening after the race tomorrow night. You free to come watch me race?" Ri asked, her question straightforward and blunt.

You were taken aback by the invitation, not sure if it was professional to go. But you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

"Yeah, I could come watch. I'm off tomorrow so I should be free." You replied, trying to seem nonchalant, even though you were kind of excited at the prospect of seeing her race.

Ri smiled, pleased with your answer.

"Aight bet. I’ll have my people arrange a section for you to sit in. It’ll be fun, promise." She said, standing up from the chair and grabbing her hoodie.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest. You watched as she got her hoodie and slipped it on, hiding her toned body from your view and instantly making you feel kind of bummed.

Ri looked at you, a smirk on her face as she noticed your expression change.

"Aw you ain’t like the way I cover that up, huh?" She teased, pulling her hood up over her head.

Ri pulled out her wallet, looking at the bills inside before looking back up at you. "How much you say this cost, ma?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s $150..." You replied, expecting her to just give you the exact amount, but she surprised you by pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and holding them out to you.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at the stack of bills in her hand. "W-wow...you know I can’t accept all that, right?"

Ri chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, consider it a tip. I’m generous when it comes to beautiful women."

Your cheeks reddened at her words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You’d been complimented many times before, but there was something about the way she said it, combined with that hungry gaze...

Ri walked past you, her hand landing on your ass with a gentle pat. "I’ll see you at the race, ma." She said with a smirk, before walking out of the salon, leaving you standing there with a racing heart and flushed cheeks.

You stood there for a moment, your hand resting on the spot where she’d touched you. Your entire body was buzzing with energy, your heart beating faster than it usually did. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of seeing Ri again the next night...

You cleaned up the salon after she left, your mind still on her throughout the entire process. When you got home, you found a note from your boyfriend Daniel saying he had to work late that night. You didn’t bother reading the rest of the note as you went to your bedroom.

You started to go through your closet, pulling out one of the outfits you knew looked good on you. But then your thoughts shifted to the packs of braiding hair sitting on your dresser. You picked up one of the packs, looking at the shiny strands of hair in your hand. You realized that you still had to braid your hair for tomorrow...and the thought of doing it yourself made you excited. You took a deep breath and started to split your hair into sections, starting the long process of braiding your own hair.

As you braided your hair, you found yourself thinking about Ri. The way she had looked at you, the way she touched you, the sound of her voice... It was the sound that stuck with you the most. Her deep, smooth voice saying your name, the sexy drawl that made every syllable sound like a temptation. You let out a soft sigh, your hands moving without even realizing it, going through the familiar motions of braiding...

The thought of seeing her again tomorrow night brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t wait to see her in action, and the thought of being in the stands, watching her race... you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill run through you. You kept braiding, the anticipation building up inside you.

You finished braiding your hair, taking a few steps back to admire it. Satisfied with how it looked, you grabbed your phone and took a quick picture of the hairstyle. You uploaded it to your story, captioning it "new hairstyle who this? 👀" and sat back patiently, waiting for the comments to roll in.

Comments from all of your friends and followers started pouring in, all of them complimenting your new look and asking who braided your hair. But one stood out in particular, a comment that said "Looking good ma 😍 can’t wait to see you tomorrow". You recognized the username immediately, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The comments went wild when people noticed that Ri had commented on your story. "Ooh, looks like someone has a secret admirer 👀" one person wrote, followed by another comment that said "Damn Ri be shooting her shot early 🤌🏼”

The more comments that came in, the more your cheeks grew red. You couldn’t believe that Ri had openly commented on your story like that, and people were noticing - and shipping the two of you together. You tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t deny the little thrill that went through you everytime you thought about seeing her tomorrow...

You scrolled through the comments, seeing the different reactions from your friends and followers. It was clear that people had noticed the chemistry between you and Ri, and they weren’t shy about letting you know. One comment read "Ri out here shooting her shot like a pro 🏀" another one that said "Dang, Ri ain’t even trying to hide it, huh? 👀😂"

Daniel came home a bit earlier than expected, and his mood was anything but pleasant. He was already irritated from his double shift at work, but the moment he saw your story, his mood turned for the worse.

He was pissed off when he noticed that Ri, a lesbian, had commented on your picture with heart eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger and jealousy, wondering what kind of relationship you had with the pro racer.

He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing throughout the house. He stormed into the living room, where he saw you sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He couldn’t help but notice how flushed your face was, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of Ri’s comment.

He cleared his throat. “Who the hell is Ri, and why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture ma? I don’t recall you telling me you knew anybody named “Ri”.

You were caught off guard by his anger and possessive tone. You sat up on the couch, setting your phone down on the coffee table.

"Ri? She's just an acquaintance, I did her hair earlier today." You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

He raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Just an acquaintance? Then why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture like yall in a relationship or sumn?" He crossed his arms, his expression stern and suspicious.

*You sighed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get out of this conversation easily. "She's just a... really friendly person ight? It doesn't mean anything." You replied, realizing that the excuse was weak even to your own ears.

He narrowed his eyes, not convinced by your explanation. "Really friendly? That ain’t just friendly ma, that’s another level of friendly. You sure she ain’t no threat to us?" His voice was full of suspicion and jealousy.

You shook your head, exasperated. "No, no, there's nothing like that going on. She's just a client of mine, you're overthinking it." You tried to downplay the situation, hoping he'd drop the subject. But Daniel wasn't backing down so easily.

You let out an exasperated sigh, your patience starting to wear thin as his questions continued. You smacked your teeth, shaking your head. "Seriously Daniel, it's not that deep. She's just a client, nothing more. Can you please drop it?"

He rolled his eyes, not wanting to give up that easy. "Don’t give me that bullshit ma, she ain’t just a client. I saw how she commented on yo picture wit her heart eyes, like she tryna holla at you. You expect me to just ignore that? Hell nah.” He said, his voice growing louder.

You felt a surge of anger rise within you at his accusations. "I ain’t having this conversation with you right now. You're acting like I’m cheating on you or something, which is not the case. Ri is just a client, and her leaving a heart eye emoji on my picture is harmless, it’s not that deep. Can you please just trust me on this?" You said, your voice sharp and irritated.

He let out a scoff, clearly not believing you. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you lying to my face like that ma? A lesbian leaving heart eyes and commenting wit all them damn emojis is harmless? You out yo damn mind if you think that don’t mean something. She’s clearly interested in you ma. Ain’t no way imma let that slide." His jealousy was clear as day, his words filled with possessive anger.

You reached your limit with his jealousy and accusations. "Get out of my goddamn house Daniel. I am not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now." You snapped, standing up from the couch and glaring at him.

He was taken aback by your sudden outburst, not anticipating such a strong reaction from you. "What the hell ma, you tryna kick me out? I live here too! You can’t just tell me to get out because I’m pointin’ out the obvious." He said, his anger still present, but now mixed with surprise and hurt.

You were beyond irritated at this point. "I don’t care. I told you, I’m not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now. You wanna act like a goddamn caveman and accuse me of cheating when I ain’t do nothing, then you can get out of my face until you get your head on straight." You said, your voice steely.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You for real right now? You gon kick me out just cuz I want you to stop talking to this Ri hoe? You really gon choose a girl over your man?" His voice was filled with frustration and accusation.

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Choose? Really? Since when is keeping in touch with a client considered choosing someone over you? Since when is it a crime for someone to comment on my picture with heart eyes? Just because she happens to be a lesbian and find me attractive?" You shot back, your voice rising in anger.

He snapped back at you. “So now you admit she finds you attractive? So I was right, she hittin on you and you tryna play it off like she ain’t! That’s messed up ma, you doin me wrong. You wrong for that.." He said, his voice firm and stern.

You pointed towards the front door, your hand trembling with anger. "Get the fuck out." *You said, your tone leaving no room for argument. You weren't going to put up with his bullshit any longer.

He looked at you, shocked by the finality in your voice. "You for real ma? You choose that girl over me? After all we’ve been through, everything I’ve done for you?" His voice held a hint of desperation as he tried to convince you to change your mind.

You clenched your fists, your anger and frustration reaching a boiling point. "Choice? This ain’t about no damn choice, Daniel. This is about trust and respect. You’ve done nothing but accuse me of things I didn’t do, and you act like you got no reason to trust me. Ri is just a client, nothing more. But you too busy seein what you wanna see, and ignoring the truth so bye." You said, you voice filled with venom.

He shook his head, disbelief and hurt etching across his face. "I can’t believe you doin me like this. I love you, and you treatin me like I’m some damn side piece. You out here entertaining another woman’s advances instead of shootin her down and shutting her up. You know I can’t trust you when you hangin around someone like that ma." He clenched his fists, his words filled with pent up anger and jealousy.

Your patience had run out and you weren't in the mood to play games anymore. You shrugged your shoulders and pointed to the front door with a firm gesture, your face set in a stony expression. "Well, go then. Since you think I'm the problem." Your voice was sharp and cold.

He looked at you, his anger and hurt turned into disbelief. "You for real kickin me out ma? You ain’t even gonna try to make things right? I’m your man, and you just gonna toss me out for a client? I’m the one who’s been loyal to you from day one, but you throwin all that down the drain for some rando girl you met today?" He said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

You shook you head, your anger rising with each of his words. "Ri ain’t nothing but a client, and you know damn well I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s you who’s the problem. You the one who can’t seem to trust me, no matter what I do. I’m done dealing with your bullshit, and I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Go find yourself another girl if you can’t appreciate the one standing right in front of you!" Your voice was filled with frustration.

He took a step closer, his hands clenching at his sides. "So this it, huh? You just gonna throw away everything we been through because of one girl? Ain’t no matter how long we been together, and all I done for you? You just gon drop me that quick? Your feelings for me never meant a damn thing huh?" His voice trembled with anger and hurt.

You took a deep breath, your emotions swirling inside you, and you decided to be honest.* "Truth is, Daniel, I’ve been feeling like this for awhile now. We been together for a long time, but I ain’t feeling the same way about you as before. I don’t know how to explain it, but I just don’t like you like that no more." You said, your voice flat and emotionless.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. "What you mean you don’t like me no more? You just gon drop me like that? After everything we been through? After everything I done for you? You really this cold hearted? No love for me at all?" His voice was filled with desperation, as if he was clinging onto the last threads of your relationship.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration. "It’s not about being cold hearted, Daniel. I can’t help it if I don’t feel the same way about you no more. It hurts me too, but I’m tired of faking it. We both know my heart ain’t truly in this no more." your voice was tired, but firm.

He shook his head, his own frustration and hurt growing by the second. "You can’t just switch up on me like that though ma. What about all the plans we had, the future we talked about? You gon throw that all away just because you “don’t feel it no more"? He let out a bitter laugh.

Your expression remained stoic, your heart hardening against his attempts to guilt trip you. "Those plans and dreams was made when I still felt a certain type of way towards you, but now I don’t. I don’t know what to tell you, but feelings change. I can’t force myself to love you the way I used to." Your voice was devoid of any emotion, but the words still packed a punch.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and hurt. "You so cold ma, how you gon do this to me like that? You just gon end it like it ain’t mean nothin? We invested so much time and effort into this relationship, and you just gon toss it away like it’s trash." He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his grip on the situation slipping away with every word you said.

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright, I get it now. You dead serious about this. You really don’t care about me no more, huh? Fine, I’ll pack my stuff and go. I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things, but don’t even think about trying to talk to me. I ain’t trying to hear it ma, you made your bed now lay in it." He gathered up the last of his things and headed for the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You stood there in the empty apartment, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. It was over, the relationship that you had spent so much time on, was finally at its end. You knew that you had done the right thing, but the pain of breaking his heart still lingered in the air.

You sank down onto the couch, feeling a wave of emotions wash over you. You looked around the apartment, the memories of the good times you had together flashing in your mind. But the love you once felt for him, the spark that had once burned so brightly, had been extinguished, and there was no way to bring it back.

You stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for Ri’s race. You should have been feeling excited, but the events of the previous night still weighed heavily on your mind. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, trying to shake off the lingering sadness and heartbreak that clung to you like an unwelcome shadow..

You applied your makeup meticulously, trying to get the flawless look for the event, but the memory of Daniel would not fade from your mind. Every stroke of the brush, every swipe of the eyeliner, was a reminder of the argument. The words that were exchanged, the pain that was inflicted... it felt like a dark cloud that was following you around, casting a shadow over all your thoughts.

Your mind wandered, thinking about how your relationship with Daniel had ended so abruptly. The love that had once blossomed between you two had now turned to ice, leaving behind only shattered fragments of memories. You tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand, but the memory of Daniel's hurt expression kept flashing in your mind like a haunting image.

You looked stunning though, your long braids falling down your back and over your shoulders like a curtain of satin. Your face was radiant, framed by long lush eyelashes and lips that glistened with gloss. Your figure was a masterpiece, with a body both slender and toned, your curves accentuated by your choice of clothing. Your tight khaki shorts, white crop top, and delicate sandals showcased your physique flawlessly, giving glimpses of your toned abs and your perfectly manicured toes, adorned with a pale pink nail polish. You were a vision of effortless grace and feminine allure.

As you looked in the mirror, you finally felt satisfied with your appearance, the memory of Daniel slowly fading away. The outfit you had chosen was chic and understated, yet it had a subtle sensuality to it that was impossible to ignore. The thought of meeting Ri, and seeing her race was enough to keep your mind occupied.

You took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your outfit and smoothing out any creases. It was time to go, time to see Ri and witness her race. You picked up your phone and your purse, and with one last deep breath, you locked the door to your house and headed off to the event.

The drive to the Atlanta International Speedway was buzzing with the excitement of race fans. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation of the impending race hanging in the air like a thick fog. The sound of car engines and the buzz of conversation filled the night, and as you walked up to the venue, you could feel the air of excitement and energy building up. As you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but feel anticipation growing within your chest. The thrill of the race and the chance to see Ri in action was something you couldn't wait for.

You arrived at the venue, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators bustled about, making their way to their seats, and the air was filled with the scent of food and excitement. You made your way to the VIP area, showing your ticket to the guard at the entrance, your heart pounding in your chest.

You passed by the other fans, some dressed in race merchandise, some dressed more casually. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face, but all you could see were the eager faces of the racers and their crewmen.

You made your way to the pit area, the scent of exhaust fumes and the roar of engines filling the air. The atmosphere was chaotic, with crewmen rushing around, making last minute checks. The tension was palpable as the sun started going down, leaving the racetrack lit only by the flickering light of fluorescent bulbs.

Suddenly, your eyes widened as you turned around to find Shuri standing behind you, her presence commanding attention. She looked every inch the pro racer you knew her to be, her tattooed arms and pierced lip adding to her bad girl appeal. The way she was dressed in her baggy tracksuit and helmet was a mixture of casual elegance. She flashed a smile, revealing the tooth gems that glistened under the fluorescent lights.

She took a few steps towards you, the scent of her perfume dancing around her. Her eyes, dark and hooded, seemed to draw you in, the combination of tiredness and excitement making them even more captivating. Her deep voice broke the silence. "Damn mama, you looking hella beautiful tonight. You actually came to see me race, hm?”

Your mouth went dry as you heard the sound of her voice, a deep and gravelly tone that sent a shock through you. She exuded confidence and charisma without even trying, and the effortless way she carried herself was almost mesmerizing. You tried to gather your thoughts, finally finding your voice. "Mhm, you told me to come, so I did love.”

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze not leaving your face. "Love?" She repeated, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of something more. "You calling me love now huh? I ain't complaining though." She chuckled, taking another step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Your heart was racing as she stepped closer, the air becoming electric as her presence consumed your senses. You could smell her perfume even stronger now, the scent of leather and musk mingling with something else, something sweet and almost intoxicating. "Just being friendly, that's all." You replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed the effect she was having on you.

She let out a low, amused laugh, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every detail. "Friendly eh? You sure that's all it is ma?" Her gaze landed on your body, her eyes roving over you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The way she looked at you made you feel exposed, like she could see straight through you.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot on your ear, making your body tingle. "You got any idea how stunning you look ma?" She whispered, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "Been trying not to stare at you from the moment you walked in, but goddamn your beauty making it hard to concentrate.”

As the race was about to start, Ri pulled away, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before she turned away. "I gotta get ready ma, but don't go anywhere, alright? I'll find you after the race." She said with the hint of a promise in her eyes. With a final wink, she disappeared into the back with the other racers, leaving you feeling a bit flushed and eager for what was to come.

The sound of the starting gun rang out, breaking your reverie. You watched as the race began, the cars and racers blurring together as they sped around the track. It was a blur of movement and noise, but you couldn't focus on it, your mind wandering back to Ri and her words. You wondered what would happen afterwards, what Ri had planned. Your heart fluttered with anticipation, the waiting feeling like it was never ending...

Ri's car stood out among the rest, the sleek dark purple paint job glistening in the artificial light, with her name in bold black cursive letters and a detailed panther on the side. It was a powerful sight, the car a reflection of her fierce personality. You watched as the race started, Ri's car a blur of movement as she maneuvered through the bends, her skills on full display.

The other racers stood no chance against Ri's skill and speed. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she quickly took the lead. The audience went WILD, cheering and shouting enthusiastically. It wasn't just because they wanted her to win, but because they recognized and respected her talent. Everyone watching was awestruck by her skill, and it was clear that Ri was born to race. Ri's jaw was set, her eyes focused solely on the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a steady grip. She wove through the cars effortlessly, like a cat chasing after its prey. Every turn she took was carefully executed, every maneuver carefully planned. Ri's every cell was focused on the race, and it showed in her performance, the way she moved the car like an extension of her body.

The laps blurred together as the race continued, the cheers and chants of the crowd blending together with the sound of roaring engines. Ri was in her element, her body moving effortlessly to control the car, her muscles coiled and tense. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rush of the race coursing through her. She could feel the race start coming to a close, and she focused in more intensely, her mind going blank aside from the sensations of the car and the taste of victory right in front of her grasp.

Ri could see the finish line coming up, and with a final burst of speed, she crossed it, her car coming to a stop. The crowd went wild, the sound of her name being cheered filling the air. Ri sat in the car for a moment, letting out a breath as she realized she had won. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, her body buzzing with excitement. Ri's crew rushed to the car, congratulating her and slapping her on the back. Ri smirked, basking in the glory of victory. She got out of the car, her body sore but her spirits lifted. She still felt the adrenaline running through her veins, and she was itching for something else to take the edge off.

Paparazzi and fans were all over her, asking for autographs and pictures. Ri signed autographs and posed for pictures, her smile bright and charming. She was basking in the attention, loving the adulation from the crowd. But after a while, she started to feel restless, the buzz of the cameras and the attention starting to fray at her nerves. She looked around, her gaze searching for something, or someone in particular.

Her eyes landed on you, the sight of you standing there, alone in the crowded stands, sending a wave of excitement through her. She excused herself from the people surrounding her, starting to make her way towards you.

Ri pushed through the crowd, her eyes fixed on you the entire time. She could see the anticipation in your eyes, the way your body moved a little impatient. She felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought of being the one you were waiting for, and she increased her pace, weaving through the people to get to you quicker.

As she got closer to you, her gaze roamed over your body, taking in every detail. You looked so damn good, and she couldn't help but appreciate the sight of you. She finally reached you, her eyes still roaming over your body, taking in every curve, every angle.

She stood close to you, so close you could feel her body heat, her body radiating with a primal energy. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. She whispered, her voice low and seductive, "The after party at the penthouse is about to begin, and I want you there." She pulled away, her gaze burning into yours, her eyes dark and hungry.

You felt a thrill go through you at her words, the commanding tone sending a shiver down your spine. Ri's eyes on you were intense, and you could FEEL how badly she wanted you. "You coming?" She asked, her voice a velvety purr as she smirked.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the way she said it making your head spin. The thought of the party, and being with Ri was all you could think about. You nodded, your tongue tied in knots. "I'll meet you there," you managed to say, your voice shaky.

Ri nodded, an amused smirk playing on her lips at your flustered state. But before she walked away, she reached out, grasping your chin and tilting your head up to look at her. Her eyes bored into yours, the intensity of her gaze making you feel like prey. "Don't keep me waiting Mama," she said, her voice a low command. Her hand lingered, the barest of touches, as she ran her thumb along your jawline before letting go.

She turned away without another word, disappearing into the crowd. You stood there, heart pounding in your chest, the lingering heat from her touch burning your skin even through your clothes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This party was going to be wild, and you had a feeling that the night was only just beginning…

You hurried to your car, your hands shaking from adrenaline. The thought of Ri waiting for you at the penthouse party making your head spin. You got in and started the car, your mind a blur as you navigated the streets, the neon lights of the city flashing by.

Every second felt like an eternity as you made your way to the penthouse party. Your mind was racing with anticipation, your body tingling with excitement. You could imagine Ri waiting for you, her gaze hungry and commanding. You gripped the steering wheel, increasing your speed as you weaved through the traffic, driven by the burning need to be with her.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, the music blaring from the penthouse. As you stepped out of the car, you took in the scene before you. The penthouse was massive, the lights blindingly bright, the floor crowded with people dancing and drinking. You could see the rich and famous mingling with the who's who of the city, the atmosphere one of wild abandon and debauchery. But your eyes were drawn to one person in particular...

There she was, Ri, standing with a group of people, her presence commanding attention. She looked as confident as ever, her head held high, a glass of vodka in her hand. She was laughing and chatting, but her eyes kept wandering every now and then, searching for something. She was like a predator on the prowl, looking for her next prey.

Her eyes suddenly found yours, and her gaze snapped to you instantly. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, a smile spreading across her face, a smile filled with satisfaction and desire. She excused herself from the group, her attention completely focused on you as she started to make her way over.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest as she came closer, her gaze never leaving yours. You felt your breath quicken, adrenaline pumping through your veins. As she finally reached you, she looked you up and down, taking in every inch of you, like a predator sizing up their prey. Her eyes were filled with hunger, her smirk predatory.

Ri stepped close, her body a mere inch away from touching yours, her eyes locked onto yours. She could feel the heat radiating from your body, the tension between you almost crackling with electricity. She raised her hand, her fingers tracing along your jawline, her touch making your skin shiver. Her voice was low, filled with desire.

She took a step closer, her body pressed against yours now, her scent overwhelming your senses. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above your earlobe as she whispered, her breath sending tendrils of heat down your spine. "You a lil’ late Mama." she said, her hand gripping your waist, her fingernails digging into your flesh.

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, her possessive grip sending a shiver down your spine. You inhaled sharply, your body pressing into hers instinctively, trying to get even closer. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice shaky and laced with desire.

Ri gave a low laugh, her grip tightening on your waist. "Don't be sorry Mama, I got a way for you to make it up to me." She spoke into your ear, her voice low and sensual.

Your mind was spinning, your body on fire with desire. You leaned closer to her, your breath ragged with anticipation. "And what's that?" you managed to say, your voice tremoring.

Ri let out a low, sultry laugh, her hand sliding down to your hip, tugging you closer against her. "Oh you gon’ find out soon enough." She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your neck, her lips trailing along your pulse point. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve in your body.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping your lips as she kissed your neck. Her touch was intoxicating, every press of her lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but arch into her touch, your body craving hers, begging for more.

You felt the pressure building on your bladder, and you knew you needed to take a break from the party. You excused yourself and made your way through the crowd, heading for the bathroom. As you entered the bathroom, you noticed a girl leaning against the sink, her eyes fixed on you. She was stunning, with long, dark hair and sharp features. She was dressed in sexy, revealing clothes, and her gaze was calculating as she took you in.

She pushed off from the sink, walking over to you with a confidence that exuded dominance. She smirked, her eyes roaming over your body in a way that made you feel like prey. "You know, when I heard Ri was bringing someone to the party I just had to see it for myself." Her voice was low and sultry, sending a chill down your spine.

You felt a mixture of intrigue and nervousness as she approached you, her eyes sweeping over your body. "Um, I'm sorry, have we met...?" you asked, trying to keep your composure

She chuckled, her smirk growing wider as she leaned against the wall, still eyeing you like a predator eyes prey. "No, I doubt that we haven't seen each other before, but I know a few things about you love." She said, her eyes roaming over your body again, her gaze settling on your neck. "For example, I know you're Ri's newest toy. Ain’t you cinnamon? The girl who do braids?"

You narrowed your eyes, your irritation growing with each word she spoke. "I ain’t nobody’s toy." You replied in a cool, steady voice. "And I ain’t no damn toy to no one. I’m a grown ass woman, not somebody thing to own."

She let out a laugh, her smirk turning into a full on smile. "Oh really? That’s not what I heard from Ri. She ain’t shy about bragging about what she got going on with you darling." She said in a mocking tone.

Your irritation turned into anger now, and you clenched your fists, your heart pounding with anger. "You don’t know what the hell you talking about, sweetheart. Ri and I ain’t nothing but just..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't even know exactly what you was to her.

The girl noticed your hesitance, and her smirk widened. "Aww, you unsure about your relationship with her? Ain't that adorable. Can't even define it yourself." She said, clearly enjoying taunting you.

You felt your irritation flare up again, her words hitting a nerve. "Look, I don't need you up in my personal life. Who I am with and what I am to Ri ain’t none of y’all damn business." You said through gritted teeth.

She raised an eyebrow at your tone, clearly not expecting the pushback. "Touchy, aren't we? It must suck not knowing where you stand. Ri’s just playing with you, you know that, right? She’s always been that way, always tossing people aside when she gets bored. She’s never been into the whole emotional attachment thing. She just likes the thrill of the chase."

You felt anger bubbling to the surface as she spoke, your mind racing with thoughts. Hearing her mocking tone and her words, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration. Her taunting words stung like a slap in the face, hitting too close to home. The intensity of your emotions overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you stormed off, leaving the bathroom and making your way out of the penthouse party.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped out, the loud music and noise fading behind you. Your mind was still racing, filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. You felt like you needed to get away, to escape from the party and the world for a while. With your emotions in a whirlwind, you started walking away from the penthouse, not even knowing where you were going, just blindly following instinct.

Ri walked out of the penthouse, looking around for you. Her heart was racing with worry, not used to feeling this intensely for someone. "Where the hell she go at?" she murmured to herself, her eyes darting around the area, searching for any sign of you.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she realized you were nowhere to be found. She started to panic as she thought about all the possible scenarios that could have led to you leaving. Her mind reeled, running through all the possibilities. "I gotta find her," she said aloud, desperation in her voice.

Ri's eyes caught sight of you, your figure standing out in the night. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, but also a twinge of worry. She started to make her way towards you, quickening her pace. "Baby!" she called out, her voice carrying over the noise of the night. "Baby where you goin?"

You heard her call out to you, her voice filled with concern and urgency. You stopped in your tracks, your mind still clouded with anger and confusion. For a moment, you considered just ignoring her and walking away, but the sound of her voice had a gravitational pull you couldn't resist.

You turned towards her, your eyes meeting hers. The anger was still there, bubbling just beneath the surface, but something in her gaze made it fade just a little. "What the fuck do you want Ri?" you asked, your voice cool and guarded.

Ri felt a pang of disbelief and surprise at your tone. She was taken aback by the coldness in your voice, something she had never heard before. She looked around, her expression turning stern and sarcastic. "You talkin to me like that?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and annoyance.

You met her gaze with a defiant glint in your eyes, your anger and hurt surfacing in your tone. "What, you surprised I’m talking back? You must have mistaken me for someone different tonight." You said with a sarcastic edge, your words dripping with frustration.

Ri laughed, a dry, humorless sound. She could feel her temper starting to flare, her patience wearing thin. "Oh so we being a smartass now, huh? Cute." she said, her tone cold and stern.

You looked at her, your voice a mix of anger and hurt. “That ex of yours, she know you, know me? She know what I do for a living?”. You clenched your fists, your mind racing. “She been tellin me how you talk about me like I’m some toy”. You took a step closer to her, your voice low and hard.

Ri's expression hardened even further at your words. She hadn't expected you to bring up Amira, and the fact that she had been talking about you made her uneasy. "Wait, hold up. She been talkin to you? What did she say exactly?" she asked, her voice low and tense.

You raised your chin defiantly, the fire in your eyes sparking as you answered her. "She was telling me how you talk about me. How I’m just a toy for you, all fun and no feelings. How you don’t care, and how I’m just your newest lil plaything." You said, your words cutting like a knife through the tense air.

Ri's face darkened, her eyes narrowing. "She said what? That bullshit. You know she just tryna start trouble and you falling for it like a damn fool. All exes do that shit Mama." She clenched her fists, her own anger building.

You let out a scoff, your own anger building. "Oh, so now it’s bullshit? But you ain’t denying it." You stepped closer, closing the distance between you two.

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated laugh. "It ain’t like that. She just mad cause she’s still hung up. This what she do when she don’t get her way. You can’t be believin her bullshit. She just want to get in between us, tryna start drama." Her words came out fast, desperate, her eyes pleading.

The pain in your chest intensified at her words, and your anger flared. "Oh, so I’m supposed to just disregard her words? Ignoring the truth right in my face just because you say she liein? What reason she got huh? Why she want to get in between us if you ain’t like that?" You took another step closer, your eyes blazing.

Ri ran a hand through her hair, frustration in her movements. "I ain’t saying disregard her completely, but knowin her she probably over exaggeratin everything. She get upset over any little thing. She probably still salty I left her, so all this just her way of tryna get at me by messin with you." She tried to sound reasonable.

Ri cocked her head, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity. "So why you so tense all of a sudden? Ain’t me and you got a thing. What you care so much about what my exes say?" She asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. "And don’t you have a man right now anyway?"

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you tried to keep your cool. "Yeah, I used to. Key words being used to. We ain’t together no more". You said, your words tinged with bitterness.

Ri raised an eyebrow at that, the information taking her aback. "Oh?" She said, her expression changing. "You and ol dude split up? When did this happen?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but her curiosity was clear.

You let out a scoff, your mind flashing back to the memory. "He just couldn’t handle it when he saw you commentin on my Instagram story with the heart eye emoji. He got it in his mind that we was messin around, and his jealousy just got outta control." You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous memory.

Ri’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face. "He broke up with you over that? Really? He’s that insecure over my comment on yo Instagram story?" She let out a scoff, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk.

As the silence settled between you, tension crackled through the air. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, the intensity almost electric. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anger and confusion from earlier now tinged with a new, unexpected anticipation.

Ri couldn’t help but feel her own emotions swirling, the mixture of frustration and desire making her head spin. She took in the sight of you, anger and defiance still etched on your face, and yet she could see something else lingering in your eyes. Could it be the same emotion that was coursing through her veins right now? She took a step closer, closing the distance between you slightly.

Ri’s hand slowly moved to your throat, her touch gentle but firm, and a dark smirk crossed her face. "You still mad at me, mama?" she repeated, her voice low and sultry. Your heart raced as you felt the pressure of her hand on your throat, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah," you replied, but your voice lacked conviction. Ri’s smirk deepened, her gaze darkening as she leaned in closer.

She tightened her grip slightly, making you gasp. "Oh, you can lie to yo self all you want, but I can tell you’re not really mad at me." She said, her eyes wandering over your face, taking in every little detail. Her thumb traced the edge of your jaw, the touch sending sparks through your body. You felt yourself growing weaker under her stare, unable to deny the effect she was having on you.

Ri noticed the way your eyes fluttered, the way your body responded to her touch, and the smirk turned even more predatory. "I know what you need, ma. You ain’t mad at me, not really." She said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness. "What you need is a way to let go, to let all that tension out." Her hand trailed down your neck, slowly and teasingly.

Your breath caught in your throat as her hand moved down your neck, the touch both torturous and tantalizing. You tried to protest, to deny the truth of her words, but you found yourself unable to form any words. Instead, a soft whimper escaped your lips, betraying your true feelings. Ri chuckled darkly at the sound, her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more.

Ri stepped even closer, bodies now pressed against each other, her body heat radiating through you. She leaned in, her lips almost touching your ear. "You think you deserve to be angry at me, huh? But really, you know you just want me to make up for it," she murmured, her voice like honey, smooth and intoxicating. "You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, ma?"

“Yes..” you mumbled, greeting needier by the second.

Ri’s grip on your throat tightened even more, her eyes darkening with desire. Her gaze locked onto yours, waiting for you to give in and surrender to what you truly wanted. She raised her eyebrows, her expression telling you exactly what she wanted you to say. "Uh uh, that ain’t my name mamas. Come on, ma. You know what you need to say." She said, her voice a low, commanding tone.

Your body tingled, your need for her growing stronger with every second. You could feel her breath against your face as she waited for you to give in and say what she wanted to hear. "I need you, daddy." you finally admitted in a hushed whisper, the words spilling out before you even realized it.

Ri’s grin widened as she heard the words leave your lips, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. Her grip on your throat loosened, but her hand stayed there, a possessive touch that set your heart ablaze. "There we go baby." She murmured, her voice a dark, velvety purr.

She leaned in even closer, her lips barely touching your ear. "You want me to take care of you, ain’t that right?" She asked, her voice sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t deny it, not with her so close, her scent filling your senses, her touch igniting a fire within you. "Yes." You whispered, your voice shaky, but filled with need.

Ri raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes, what?" She asked, her voice firm and commanding. She wanted to hear you say it again, the word that she knew would send you spiraling even more into submission.

You felt a jolt of heat shoot through you, your body responding to her command. "Yes, daddy," you repeated, your voice tinged with a mixture of desire and submission. Saying the word out loud heightened the sensations coursing through you, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze of pleasure and need.

Ri’s gaze never left you as she led you to her car and opened the door for you, her smirk still in place. There was a possessive glint in her eyes, as if marking her claim on you. As you sat down, she gently closed the door behind you, her eyes roaming over your body for a moment longer before she walked around to the driver’s seat. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come swirling through the air.

Ri got into the driver’s seat, her body just inches away from yours. The confined space of the car only seemed to amplify the tension between you, making it feel suffocatingly intimate. She started the car, the engine purring to life and the soft music from the radio filling the space. As she pulled the car away, her hand fell to your thigh, her touch sending shivers through your body.

You shivered under her touch, her hand on your thigh, her fingers tracing subtle circles across your skin. It was a possessive touch, like she was claiming you as hers, marking you as her own. You could feel her gaze on you, even as she focused on the road, her attention divided between you and the drive.

Ri’s hand kept stroking your thigh, her touch growing bolder as the miles passed. The tension between us was building to an unbearable degree, your body trembling under her touch. Every touch of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to think clearly. You could feel her eyes on you, the intensity of her stare almost overwhelming.

Ri's grip on your thigh tightened, her hand inching higher, higher, higher. She could feel you squirming in the seat, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape you. You were a mess, a mess she made, and she was relishing every second of it.

You let out a soft noise as her hand reached higher, her touch burning through your skin. You wanted more, needed more, but she was controlling this, and she knew it. She was in control, and you were completely at her mercy. Ri could see the way you were coming apart at her touch, the desire in your eyes igniting an animalistic need within her.

"Look at me." Ri commanded, her hand pausing in its journey up your thigh. You opened your eyes, meeting her smoldering gaze. She studied you for a moment, taking in the sight of you, completely undone by her touch.

She could see the needy look in your eyes, the desperate need for her, the way you were fighting to keep yourself together. She found it adorable, and a darker, possessive part of her wanted to see you completely come apart, completely submit to her. "Good. Keep looking at me ma."

Your eyes stayed fixed on her, unable to look away. The mixture of desire and submission making it impossible to look anywhere else but at her. Your body was on fire, your skin burning wherever she touched you. You could feel yourself slipping, losing control and falling deeper under her spell.

You let out a soft whimper at the contact, your body trembling as her touch sent sparks through you. You felt like you were on the edge of something, something intense and overwhelming. Ri’s smirk deepened as she watched you come undone, her touch growing bolder, more confident. "You doin’ so good for me, ma. Just keep looking at me."

Ri pulled the car up to a beautiful, luxurious house, the exterior exuding elegance and wealth. The property boasted a sprawling landscape, with towering trees and lush greenery surrounding the house. The outside lights shone brightly, illuminating the property in a warm, inviting glow. Your eyes widened at the sight of the house, taken aback by its sheer magnificence. It was clear that this wasn't just any ordinary house, but a place of opulence and grandeur. Ri killed the ignition, her gaze shifting to you, her smirk growing wider at your reaction.

She let her hand travel one final time up your thigh, her touch lingering for a moment before she withdrew it. Her eyes shone with a dark, possessive gleam, her words a whisper. "Come on, ma.”

She opened the car door, stepping out into the night. You took a moment to catch your breath, before following her lead, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her touch. As you made your way up to the house, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Ri, her figure tall and imposing, her presence commanding. But despite her exterior, you couldn't shake off the fact that everything was about to change once you stepped inside.

Ri opened the door, the interior of the house lit by soft lights, revealing an entrance hall that was just as opulent as the outside. The floors were made of polished wood, the walls lined with expensive artwork. The space was tastefully decorated, with a sense of style mixed with comfort.

You followed Ri as she walked farther into the house, your eyes roaming over the interior, taking in the sheer opulence of the space. You couldn't help but feel a little out of place in such an extravagant environment, but at the same time, there was something about it that made you feel oddly comfortable.

Ri led you through the house, passing by several rooms, each one more elegant and luxurious than the last. She stopped in front of a door, turning to look at you with a smirk before opening it. The bedroom beyond was truly fit for a queen, with a huge king-size bed dominated the room, soft silk sheets and plush pillows beckoning you to sink into their embrace.

The room was bathed in a soft, ambient light, the colors of the room a soothing shade of blue and white. A fireplace crackled in the corner, casting a warm and intimate glow. The rest of the room was filled with expensive furniture and stylish decorations, the space a perfect blend of luxury and tastefulness.

Ri stepped further into the room, her movements smooth and cat-like. She moved over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, her eyes never leaving yours. She patted the spot next to her, motioning for you to join her.

You hesitated for a moment, but the pull of her gaze was impossible to resist. You walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to her, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, the air between you crackling with electricity.

Ri took off her jacket, revealing her toned and taut muscles. Her tanned skin was covered in colorful tattoos, the ink dancing over her well-defined abs and arms. The purple sports bra she was wearing hugged her form, emphasizing every curve and muscle, the sight leaving your mouth dry.

Ri turned to you, a vulnerability in her eyes that you hadn't seen before. She took your hand in hers, her voice low as she spoke. "You know I got feelings for you, right? Do you feel the same way about me? 'CuzI don't want you playing with my heart, ma. I need to know you're in this as much as I am.”

The raw honesty in her words touched you deeply, the vulnerability in her eyes making your heart swell. You could feel the truth and sincerity in her words, the weight of her feelings hanging heavily in the air. You held her hand tighter, feeling a connection run through you, a bond that went deeper than the surface.

You looked into her eyes, your voice steady as you spoke. "Of course I have feelings for you, Ri. But I also need to know that this ain't some game to you. I don't want to get played, I need to know that your feelings for me are real.”

Ri nodded, her expression serious. "You ain't gotta worry about that, ma. I'm done playing games. I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here because I like you, I'm here because I want you. I ain't playing." She said, her tone firm and sincere.

Her words were reassuring, the honesty in her voice making it clear that she wasn't toying with you. You felt the tension in your body ease slightly, a feeling of acceptance washing over you. There was a moment of silence between you, the air thick with a mix of emotions. The room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading away as you looked in her eyes.

Ri scooted closer, her hand still holding yours. Her eyes roamed over your face, a mix of desire and tenderness in her gaze. "I ain't gonna play with your heart. That ain't what I about. I ain't ever liked nobody how I like you." She said, her voice low and intense, her eyes searching your expression.

Her words sunk into you, a warmth spreading through your body. She wasn't kidding around, her feelings were real, as real as your own. You could feel the sincerity in her gaze, in her touch, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You let out a deep breath, your own feelings bubbling up inside of you, the need to express them almost overwhelming.

Ri's hand shot up, gripping your throat with possessive force. Without warning, she pulled you forward, smashing her lips against yours in a kiss that was all fire and desire. Her tongue slid into your mouth, dominant and demanding, the taste and feel of her overwhelming your senses. She kissed you with a fierce intensity, her hand on your throat holding you in place, her body pressing against yours. She took control, devouring your mouth with need and want.

You felt yourself melting into her kiss, the intensity of her touch burning through you. Your mind was clouded with need, your body responding to her touch like it was on fire. Your hands came to rest on her arms, gripping at her toned biceps, trying to anchor yourself in the wave of pure sensations that was coursing through you. Her hold on your throat was dominating, possessive, and you couldn't resist her, even if you wanted to.

Ri broke the kiss only to move to your neck, her kisses more like hungry bites, her teeth grazing against your skin. She was leaving her mark, showing anyone who laid eyes on you that you were hers. Her breath was hot against your skin, her body pressed flush against yours.

Ri's hands went to your clothes, roughly tugging at the fabric. She looked at you with dark, hungry eyes, her voice a low, possessive growl. "Take this off for me, ma. I want to see all of you." She said, her voice thick with need. Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, your body responding to her command automatically, your hands working to obey her orders. She watched you with a predatory gaze as you began to undress for her.

As you took off your blouse, Ri's eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your beautifully shaped breasts, pert and sitting up on your chest with no assistance. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, as you removed your shorts, leaving you only in a thong. The fabric was thin and barely covering you, your body on display for her. Ri's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk playing on her lips as she let out a soft moan, the sight of you like this driving her mad with desire.

You bent over, slowly pulling down your thong, your body moving in a tantalizing rhythm. Your ass was smooth and round, the sight making Ri's breath catch in her throat. She could feel her own desire growing egyre second, her body responding to the sight of you, almost as if you were hypnotizing her. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, the weight of her eyes making your body tremble slightly. The tension between you was palpable, both of you wanting to give in to the hunger that was consuming you both.

Ri's voice was thick with need as she gestured to the bed. "Lay down for me, ma." Her words were a command, and you could tell by the dark look in her eyes that she wanted to take control. You obeyed, feeling an almost submissive need to do as she said, your body eagerly complying. As you laid down on the bed, your eyes locked onto hers, waiting for what she would do next.

Without hesitation, Ri latched onto one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth with fervor. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking against the bud as she savored the taste of the woman's skin. At the same time, her fingers delved into your soaked folds, stroking along her slit with purposeful intent.

Ri alternated between suckling and nipping at the nipple, occasionally grazing it with her teeth. Her other hand came up to knead the neglected breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between her fingers. All the while, she maintained a steady rhythm with her digits, thrusting two fingers deep inside your tight channel and curling them to hit that special spot within.

“Ahh fuck!” You cried out, your head falling back as pleasure coursed through you. Your hips bucked against Ri’s hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. The dual stimulation of her mouth on your nipple and her fingers inside you was driving you wild with lust.

Ri continued her relentless assault on your senses, alternating between lavishing attention on each nipple with her skilled mouth and driving her fingers deep into the your sopping wet cunt. She could feel your walls fluttering around her digits, growing tighter with each passing second.

Suddenly, Ri withdrew her fingers completely, ignoring the whimper of protest from you. With a wicked grin, she brought those slick digits to your lips, painting them with her own arousal. "Taste yourself, Mama," she demanded, her voice rough with desire. "See how sweet you is Ma."

You hesitantly parted your lips, allowing Ri to slip her coated fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself - musky and sweet - and couldn't help but let out a small moan around the digits. Your tongue swirled around them, cleaning every last drop of your essence.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched your tongue dart out to lick your own essence from her fingers. The sight sent a jolt of pure need straight to Ri’s core, making her throb with want.

"That's it Mama, nice and slow," Ri purred, slowly pumping her coated fingers in and out of Monét's mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me."

With her free hand, Ri fumbled with the button of her own pants, finally managing to undo them and slip her hand inside. She groaned softly as her fingers found her aching clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced ease.

"Mmm, you're doing so well, Mama," Ri breathed, her hips starting to rock subtly against her own hand.

You let out a soft whine, unable to hold back the sound of need that escaped your lips.

With a low chuckle, Ri removed her fingers from your mouth, trailing them down the column of your throat before coming to rest at the apex of your thighs once more. “Aww you whining Ma?" she teased, her voice husky with desire.

Without further preamble, Ri plunged three fingers deep into your dripping cunt, immediately setting a fast, hard pace. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub as she fucked you with long, deep strokes. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans.

“Fuck! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!” You cried out, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink of orgasm. The coil of pleasure in your belly wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Ri’s pistoning fingers, trying to draw them even deeper.

Ri’s eyes flashed with triumph as she heard your desperate cries, feeling the your pussy clamp down around her fingers like a vice. She doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster, her thumb pressing down mercilessly on your clit.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for me!" Ri’ commanded, her voice raw with need. "Show me what a good lil’ slut you are for me!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Ri curled her fingers just right, rubbing insistently against that spongy patch of nerves deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she sealed her lips around one of your nipples, biting down just shy of too hard as she sucked greedily.

“OHHH FUCKKK!!!” You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your entire body convulsed, back arching off the desk as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated out from your core. Your pussy spasmed almost violently around Ri’s fingers, gushing fluid as you squirted all over the her hand and wrist.

“SHIT SHIT SHITTT!!!” You babbled incoherently, tears of ecstasy streaming down your face. You’d never come so hard in your life, the sheer intensity of it shorting out your brain. Your legs shook uncontrollably, barely able to keep your upright as you rode out the aftershocks.

Ri held you close as you trembled through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. "That's it, baby. Let it all out. You did so well," she cooed, gently massaging your lower belly to help prolong your pleasure.

You looked at her, your eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her toned, tattooed, physique. You couldn't resist the urge to ask, your voice thick with desire. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you, all of you." You said, the words coming out as a low, needy plea.

Ri’s breath caught in her throat at your request, a fresh wave of desire crashing over her. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She tossed it aside carelessly, revealing the smooth expanse of her dark skin and the toned muscles of her abdomen.

As Ri removed her bra, two perfect mounds were revealed - small yet pert, with dusky brown nipples already pebbled with arousal. But the most striking feature was the delicate silver bars that pierced through each nipple, glinting in the light. They added an edgy, sexy contrast to her otherwise elegant features.

Next, she undid the button of her pants, shimmying them down her hips and letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, now clad only in a pair of simple black panties that left little to the imagination. The damp spot at the center was evidence of just how turned on she was.

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of need and desire. You couldn't help the words that fell from your lips, your voice desperate and eager. "Ri, I want to please you. Lemme make you feel good please daddy..." The words came out in a breathless rush, your body trembling with anticipation.

You wasted no time, getting on your knees in front of her as she stared down at you, her eyes dark with desire. You could feel her gaze heating your skin, your body wanting, no needing to please her. Your head lowered, your eyes locking onto hers.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as you knelt before her, the submissive position sending a thrill of power through her veins. Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shoved them down her legs, kicking them away impatiently. Now fully nude, she stepped closer, the heat of her arousal palpable mere inches from your face.

Reaching out, Shuri tangled her fingers in your braids, gripping the strands firmly. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work Ma," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "Worship my pussy like the eager slut you are."

With that, Ri’ used her hold on your hair to guide your face towards her dripping core.

You eagerly obeyed, burying your face between Ri’s thighs. You started by dragging the flat of her tongue along Shuri's slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal. Ri’s grip on your hair tightened as you lapped at her folds, savoring every drop of her essence.

"Mmmm, yes mama...just like that," Ri groaned, grinding her hips forward to press her wet heat more firmly against your mouth. "Get your tongue in deep. Taste how much I want you Babygirl."

She began to rock back and forth, riding your face with increasing urgency. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the slick glide of her pussy against your lips and tongue.

Ri’ threw her head back in ecstasy, lost in the incredible sensations of your talented mouth working her most intimate places. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding and rolling, seeking more of that delicious friction. The wet sounds of your ministrations grew louder, more lewd, spurring Ri on.

"That's it, don't stop," Ri panted, her free hand coming up to palm her breast roughly, tweaking a pierced nipple. "Suck on my clit. Make me cum on that beautiful face!"

She pulled you tighter against her, smearing her juices across the other your cheeks and chin. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, heady and intoxicating.

You focused your attention on Ri’s sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the throbbing bud. You sealed your lips around it and suckled hard, hollowing your cheeks to create a tight seal. At the same time, you pushed two fingers deep into Ri’s clenching channel, curling them just right to stroke that special spot inside.

The dual stimulation proved too much for Ri to withstand. With a sharp cry of rapture, her inner walls clamped down rhythmically on your invading digits as her climax crashed over her. Clear fluid gushed from her spasming pussy, coating your face and filling your mouth with the tangy essence of Shuri's release.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that!”

Ri’s entire body shuddered and convulsed as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around your fingers, drawing them deeper as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from them. Obscene amounts of her fluids gushed out, painting your face and filling her mouth with the musky-sweet taste of Ri’s essence.

“Aaahhhnnnn! Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!" Ri wailed, grinding her hips erratically against your mouth and hand. The dual stimulation of your skilled tongue on her clit and those clever fingers stroking her G-spot sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating out from her core.

You continued your relentless assault on Ri’s most sensitive areas even as the other woman came undone above you. You flattened her tongue and licked a long, slow stripe up Ri’s slit, savoring the flood of juices that coated her taste buds. At the same time, she pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch Ri open further and allow her to take a third digit into the clutching heat of her passage.

The obscene squelching noises of your fingers plunging in and out of Ri’s sopping cunt mixed with the wet sounds of your lips and tongue working Ri’s clit. Your free hand came up to grip her ass, holding her steady as you ate her out with single-minded focus and enthusiasm.

As the waves of her intense climax continued to crash over her, something unexpected happened. With a startled gasp, Ri felt a powerful jet of fluid erupt from her spasming pussy, splashing across your face and chest. It wasn't just a trickle - it was a veritable flood, as if someone had turned on a faucet deep inside her.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Ri cried out, her eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming sensation. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as more spurts of clear liquid gushed out, completely drenching you below. The force of it surprised even Ri, who had never experienced such an intense squirting orgasm before.

Panting heavily, Ri finally slumped forward, bracing one hand on the wall behind you for support.

Still catching her breath, Ri looked down at you with a satisfied smirk, taking in the sight of your face glazed with her juices. She reached out to cup your cheek, thumbing away some of the excess fluid.

"Mmmm, what a good girl you are Mama," Ri purred approvingly. "You took yo assignment so well, worshipping my pussy just like I asked. I'm very pleased with you, babygirl."

Her tone shifted to something deeper, more dominant. "Tell Daddy thank you for using your mouth so thoroughly. Let me hear how grateful you are for the privilege of tasting me."

Thank you Daddy," You breathed reverently, your voice husky with satisfaction.

What would happen now? Would Ri continue to play games with Amira, leading to more drama and heartache. And what would happen when your ex-boyfriend daniel found out that his assumptions were true? Would he confront you, angry and hurt by the news? Your mind whirled with possibilities, the future uncertain and full of possibilities.

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

DANGEROUS TEMPTATIONS

Pairings: ShurixFemReader Dom!Shuri, Stipper!Reader, ShurixStripperReader, Sub!Reader.

Containing: Oral, !Use of strap, fingering, degrading a lil bit, lotta praising, Panther!kink, face!riding, lotta squirting, and mo’ lil filthy shit.

Summary: Summary: You weren’t the typa’ bitch who NEVA’ fell for anyone. You never let yourself feel vulnerable in front of others, let alone let them have the opportunity to get the chance to hurt you. So, you were never the type of person to fall for someone. But when you first laid your eyes on her… that changed.

Ps: You a fine ass HOOCHIE MAMA STRIPPER, so that made Shuri even more attracted to you 😩💋.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 was the most luxurious and high-end strip club in town- if not the country. It was filled with a plethora of beautiful women and the air was filled with the scent of money wafting everywhere.

All sorts of beautiful colors of lights were filling the air, as if a rave party was happening. You could see many dancers dancing on poles in provocative manner, trying to get customers attention and earn a good amount of tips.

You walked into the club with such a confidence in your stride. People turned and watched you as you strutted in, your heels clicking against the floor until you reached the main floor area. You had arrived at the club just a few minutes ago to start your night shift, after all.

Not to mention you were a pretty bitch, Your thick, light caramel colored thighs shook along with your juicy ass as you strutted to the back rooms of the club, your pink French nails with Hello Kitty charms on them reflecting off the lights. You had a big, pretty ass butterfly tattoo on your back and a little chain of them leading to a bit under your stomach. Your hoop earrings matched your nail and a subtle pair of sparkly heels with diamond rhinestones and a cute kitty charm on the toes. The entire time you were walking, your long, pink Fulani braids were waving behind you like a mermaid’s flowing hair. Your glittery, sparkling hello kitty bikini showed off your big, beautiful, brown colored titties, along with a big, shapely ass. Your bikini’s thong left not much to the imagination with how small and thin it is, with your painted pink toes sticking out of a pair of glittered heels.

You strutted back out into the floor once you’ve freshened up, and you could tell everyone’s eyes were on you. You could feel the attention and how all those hungry eyes were on you.

You could feel the money in the air as you strutted back towards the bar. You weren’t hungry for attention- you were hungry for cash.

You knew exactly what you were here for. You weren’t here to get attention and flirt with customers. Well, you were, but flirting with them was just for your own benefit only- which was getting tips and cash.

You strutted towards the bar and sat down, ordering yourself a drink to sip on.

You sipped on your drink a bit as you looked around, scanning the area lazily. Your body leaned on the counter as you sat at the bar, eyes occasionally stealing a few glances at some men. You weren’t really looking for anyone in particularly- but you could never tell when someone was interested in you.

Suddenly, a broke ass, ugly lookin’ nigga in a suit came towards you. You could tell he was one of those men who were desperate and had no game whatsoever.

You could basically smell his desperation as he walked up near you, and he looked around your body for a bit. He bit down on his lip as he scanned your body, and when he looked back up at your face, he didn’t look so subtle with checking you out. By the looks of him, you can tell this nigga don’t get no coochie.

It was clear as day what he wanted from you. He didn’t care that he was being obvious, he didn’t even care that he wasn’t subtle with checking you out. He licked his lips like you were some steak he couldn’t wait to taste.

“What you want nigga?” You questioned the man in your signature accent. You raised your brow at him as you crossed your legs, waiting for his answer while you took a sip of your drink.

The man looked flustered at your question and how you spoke, but he tried playing it off by clearing his throat and looking you in the eye. He seemed to be intimidated by you for a second, but he tried to seem like he had game, which he clearly didn’t.

He tried to act smooth and suave while he tried to slide in, but it clearly wasn’t working. He tried to keep a smirk on his face while he tried to look you in the eye for a bit, but he eventually glanced off to try to look at your body.

“Well, damn ma,” He said, trying to put on some stupid deep voice to try to sound cool. The fact that he was basically calling you ma while you were younger than him was already a dead giveaway. It was such a stupid thing to say too.

You rolled your eyes at him and how he was basically calling you ma. You glared up at him and scrunched your face, looking him up and down. “Man, the fuck you want nigga? You ain’t gettin’ nun of this so you might as well gon’ on bout’ yo business sir. And plus, this pussy ain’t for no broke ass nigga anyways so you probably needa’ go over there where the broke strippas’ who need money at. Too-da-lew nigga.”

The man looked completely shocked at how you spoke to him, and how you turned him down. You basically called him broke to his face and rejected him like he was nothing, and you did it so casually too.

The man seemed so stunned and offended, and his face told it all. He tried to come on so big and bad in the first place, and it just blew up in his face. He swallowed hard and tried to find something to say, but you could tell he was struggling. Then he looked at you with some pissed off, annoyed look on his face.

He wasn’t used to getting turned down, and he wasn’t used to getting talked to in that way. He was offended that you completely called him broke and shut him down, and that pissed him off.

The man was clearly pissed, and he was even more pissed from how you basically ignored him now, sipping on your drink and acting like he wasn’t even there. His face was red with anger, and his fists tightened into a ball in his pockets.

The man seemed to be even more angry, and his fists were even more tightly balled up in his pockets. He clenched his jaw and glared at you, and he raised his voice at you as he stepped closer. “Bitch ass hoe, you really gonna ignore me like that? I’m talking to you, ho.”

That was the last straw…

You glared up at him and you put your drink down and hopped off the counter in your heels. You got right into his face and crossed your arms, staring him dead in the eye. “WHO you calling a ho, broke nigga? You the one lookin’ around at women cuz ‘ you got no bitches. I get men with money, you probably one of them broke ass men. Get outta my face, nigga. FO’ I LIGHT YO’ BROKE ASS UP! Matter fact, GET THE FUCK OUTTA THIS CLUB NIGGA! Lookin’ like a off brand ass lil durk! Getcho’ stupid ass outta’ here broke ass bitch!”

The club got silent when you basically went off on his ass, and people started watching as you got loud, angry, and got in his face. You were basically threatening him and putting him in his place at the same time.

The man backed up a bit when you got in his face, clearly intimidated by your anger with everything you said. He looked a little embarrassed by how you called him out in front of everyone, and it was clear he was humiliated. Everyone was watching them, and this little scene was probably entertainment for everyone right now.

The owner of the entire club, Q, rushed over when he heard commotion happening. He got out from behind the bar and walked towards both you and the man, a look of annoyance and anger on his face.

Q came over, walking towards you and the man. The man looked at him, trying to play innocent but Q looked directly at you, glaring slightly. “Fuck is going on? Y’all got people looking over here- and I could hear y’all ass all the way from my damn office. what’s going on?” He asked, sounding pissed.

Q was an fine ass dark-skinned man in some nice ass designer clothes. He had an icy grill in his mouth and he wore some chains and jewelry. He was really nice and respectful, but he was definitely not someone you would want to make angry.

Q was about 6’1 ft, and he had a well-built frame since he worked out a lot. His skin was dark, and his hair was short. He always kept his beard neat and it was full as well. The diamonds in his jewelry were real too, and he had a diamond encrusted watch on his wrist as well.

You glared down at the man still, but after looking at Q, you crossed your arms and looked into the man’s face. You started giving the rundown of what happened, and you were still angry. “This broke muthafucka’ was tryna get at me tryna get some pussy, and when I wasn’t interested he got mad. He called me hoes and bitches like his ass gotta death wish or sumn’.”You pointed at him after you said that, glaring at him.

The man didn’t say anything as you basically told Q what happened, and he knew he was getting called out for acting like a dumbass. He could tell the whole club was looking at their drama, and he looked embarrassed as he tried to look innocent. He swallowed hard and stayed silent.

Q glared over at the man as you explained, and he raised a brow slightly and crossed his arms. He tilted his head as he continued listening to you, looking between you and the man. He was just pissed, you could tell he didn’t like how the man was acting.

Q was silent when you finished your little rant, and he glanced at the man, glaring at him with a look that could kill. He turned to him and crossed his arms, basically looking over him like he was nothing. “Get the fuck out my club nigga.” He ordered, his voice raising. The man looked shocked and embarrassed by how Q basically just put him in his place.

Q raised his hand and pointed to the exit of the club. “Go on, out my club. Now.” He ordered. The man was clearly annoyed, but he sighed and walked away, completely embarrassed and pissed because he was basically being called out and humiliated in front of everyone.

Everyone seemed to relax when the man left in embarrassment, leaving them able to get back to work. You were still pissed off, that man was really grinding on your gears but it was kind of relieving to see him so humiliated.

Q still looked pissed, probably from remembering the scene. He turned to you and crossed his arms again, looking you up and down with a look that seemed like he had a headache now. He let out a sigh and put a hand on his forehead.

“You good?” He asked, glancing around as he relaxed again. He looked like he was annoyed but he also looked tired.

You crossed your arms and glared at the man, letting out a huff as you spoke. “Hell nah, I ain’t good. This damn nigga done pissed me off but I’m good now that he gone.”

The man was gone, he could be mad all he wanted to now. You were happy he was gone, but you wouldn’t mind putting him to the ground if he tried anything. Q glanced at you after you spoke, and he sighed before leaning against the counter.

“That’s good, just keep doin what you doing. This club been busy all day, you know that.” He said, his tone more like a question than a statement.

You nodded when he mentioned the club, and you let out a huff as you relaxed again. You knew he was right, the club had been completely busy all day with all the customers trying to get a piece and make it rain. You got a little tired trying to keep up with all of it while doing your work but you just wanted to make your money.

You sighed as you relaxed and let yourself unwind. You strutted back over to the back of the club, walking into the locker room where all the other dancers were getting ready. They were all getting ready for their show and getting some tips, just like you.

The room was filling up with the beautiful women all getting ready to go out and get on the pole, and everyone was getting ready for their turn. Some were taking pics while other were talking to each other. Others were getting ready and putting on their make as they fixed their hair.

And now, it was time for your go.

The music started playing, and you strutted out to the main part of the club as Dirty Diana played. You strutted along like you always did- and it felt damn good. It was almost therapeutic.

People turned their attention to you as you strutted out, and they watched you like you were about to put on a show. Most of the men looked completely entranced, and you could tell this was the beginning of business being picked up for you.

Your body moved to the music, moving along with the beat of the song, the way you always did. The men watched you with hungry eyes as you strutted along the pole, shaking your hips and putting on the performance of the night.

You strutted out of the locker room, and some of the other dancers gave ya a look and smirked at you as you strutted onto the floor, shaking yo' ass in a nice slow stride. You strutted to the pole and jumped up on it, wrapping a leg around it and letting out a little sigh, feeling all eyes on you.

You could feel hungry eyes on you, and every man was watching ya and you loved the attention. Your body moved to the music, and you shook ya hips to make sure to grab attention to your thick ass. Your body moved in a sensual manner, slowly and seductively.

You strutted on the pole, your hips shaking and moving to the music, moving your body sensually and seductively, letting men throw mad stacks of ones at you. The men were all over you, they couldn't keep their eyes off of you as they continued throwing fat stacks of dollars at you.

Your eyes scanned the crowd and you looked around as you shook your hips to the music, but that's when your eyes landed on this one specific woman. She was tall, darkskinned, had a big curly afro, and hella tattoos on her arms. She had a nose piercing, and a tongue piercing, and she was eyeing you like she was a predator.

Her eyes were red but you could tell she was high as hell, and her face was sharp and pretty and she wore diamond stud earrings. She was wearing a baggy, red Tupac shirt and baggy dark blue jeans with a pair of icy white AF1s. You didn't know it yet, but she was the Queen of Wakanda- Shuri Udaku.

She raised her brow and bit her lip as she licked it, and her eyes looked hungry as hell as she checked you out. Her hand was wrapped around her whiskey on the rocks cup as she looked at you, and she seemed interested in you. She took another swig of her drink as she looked at you.

She locked eyes with you, and she licked her lip again as she watched you move to the music. This definitely caught her attention, and she was seemingly interested in you. She raised her brow a little, and her eyes never left you.

She put her drink down, sitting up slightly as she watched you with a slight smirk on her lips. You were the only one she seemed to be focused on right now, and her eyes were basically glued to you. She tilted her head as she continued watching you, her body relaxing more.

You kept dancing and your composure, trying not to show any sign of how you were feeling. You were surprised to see the Queen of Wakanda here- and you weren't sure if she liked what she saw or not. You tried to play it cool while you continued your little show with the men surrounding you.

Some of the men handed you a few more dollars, but you couldn't keep your eyes off of her. She seemed to be focused on you, almost like her attention was on you- and you were a bit surprised by that. She seemed more observant than everyone else, her eyes glued to you as she studied you.

You noticed the tattoos on her veiny, tattooed hands- she had beautiful cultural ink on them. You wondered if that was in Xhosa, and you continued to try and focus on your performance.

Some of the men threw some more bills at you, and they continued to hand you tips. You could see everyone watching you and enjoying the show- but she was your main focus right now because she seemed to be the only one watching you with a hungry look.

Shuri tilted her head, watching you with hunger in her eyes. Suddenly, she slid a fat stack of cash to you, along with another two- and that definitely caught your eye. Your eyes went straight to her, and your brows raised at her bold choice.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked up at you, eyes locking and she tilted her head. She smirked and her eyebrow raised as she mouthed, "Keep going mama, don't stop baby." as she eyed you up and down, biting her lip again.

Shuri continued to watch you as she took a slow sip of her drink, not once looking at anyone except you. Her eyes were solely focused on you and she licked her lips slowly while watching you, biting her lip at the same time in the process.

Your dance ended, and you strutted off the pole to head to the locker room. It was empty in the locker room- but you could hear the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind you, and then you heard Shuri's voice right behind you with her sexy, Wakandan accent. She said a nickname in Xhosa that you didn't understand, but she sounded absolutely sexy.

You turned around, and Shuri was standing there, locking eyes with you. Those deep bloodshot eyes looked into your's, and she had that smirk on her face again. Her voice alone sounded sexy, and she eyed you up and down with her arms crossed. "You have quite the crowd out there, Ma." She said.

Shuri raised her brow, smirking slightly. You counted your money and she let out a small chuckle. "I know I didn't, but I wanted to do that- you're welcome, Ma. You deserve it, you were giving a damn good show in there." She said quietly while looking up at you, her eyes trailing down to the money in your hands.

Her eyes trailed down to the money in your hands, and you could see her eyes look at how much you made. Her eyes scanned your face, before she tilted her head and smirked. "Damn, look at you." She said, seeming impressed by how much you had.

Shuri licked her lips as she continued looking at you, her eyes trailing over your body. She seemed to be really focused on you- she was definitely interested in you, it was written all over her face. She bit her lip as she scanned you, her eyes drinking you up.

You smirked and put your money away, crossing your arms and raised a brow at her. She wasn't supposed to be in the back dressing room, but you were gonna mess with her a bit. "Oh, you ain't supposed to be back here, ma'am." You said, teasing her.

Shuri licked her lips when you spoke, and she raised a brow back as she stepped closer to you. "Who said I wasn't?" She asked with a smirk as she walked closer, tilting her head. Her eyes scanned you up and down again, as if examining you.

You smirked at her, crossing your arms as she stepped closer to you. You raised a brow and tilted your head, eyeing her up. "Mm, ain't no one said you weren't supposed to be here, but ain't this the strippers dressing room?" You said, letting your eyes scan her body up and down.

Shuri smirked when you spoke, her brows raising. She smirked and crossed her arms as she raised a brow, licking her lips as she eyed you up and down. Her eyes trailed across your body, and she bit her inner cheek as she got closer to you. "Mm, it is... but you ain't denying me access, are you?

Her eyes were hungry as she looked into yours, her eyes looking your body up and down. She could tell you were a good hoochie mama, and she was liking what she saw from you. Even though you two just met, Shuri was already liking you a lot.

You crossed your arms and smirked, your brow slightly raised as you spoke. "Nah, Baby I ain't denying you nothing." You answered, looking back at her. Your eyes trailed down her body, but you didn't try to hide it- you were checking her out without a care in the world.

Shuri smirked when you responded, loving your answer. She bit her lip, taking note of you looking her up and down as you talked, and she loved how obvious you were doing it. Her eyes trailed across your body a couple times before they went back up to your eyes, her expression hungry and almost predatory.

You smirked, biting your lip as you eyed her. You tilted your head, raising a brow as you made sure to keep your composure. "Baby, you lookin' for an exclusive session?" You asked her, keeping eye contact with her.

Shuri smirked when you spoke up to her, licking her lip while she bit it a bit, and she raised her brow again. She stepped closer to you, a hungry look in her eyes as she seemed to look you up and down again, licking her lips softly. "I just might want one." She said back, her voice quiet and her accent thick.

Shuri smirked, biting her lip as she spoke something in Xhosa, a look of hunger in her eyes while she eyes you up and down. She stepped even closer to you, the smell of her perfume filling your nose a bit.

“Wena pretty kangaka, wandifumana ndizibuza ukuba pussy pretty kakhulu.." She said, her voice so damn sexy with her accent.

( Translated: You so pretty, got me wondering if the pussy pretty too..)

Shuri smirked as the words came out of her mouth, and her eyes were intense as she looked at you, biting her lip. She could tell you probably didn't understand what she just said, but that didn't matter. She wanted you to get the message anyways, and she raised a brow slightly, waiting for your response.

You raised a brow when she spoke to you in Xhosa, and you bit your lip while raising a brow. "Baby, I didn't understand that." You said, crossing your arms. There was a look of confusion in your eyes, and you were trying your hardest to keep yourself composed in front of this beautiful, fine ass woman.

Shuri smirked, biting her lip again as she eyed you with hunger in her eyes. She raised her brow and raised a brow, translating what she said in Xhosa in english. " I said, you so pretty, made me wonder if the pussy pretty too.." She answered, the words leaving her lips smoothly and with her thick accent still.

You bit your lip at her words, your brows lifting slightly as you eyed her up and down. "Baby, do you wanna get a private, bare session so you can take a close look at this coochie?" You asked, still keeping it together in front of her. You were practically challenging her with the way you spoke, teasing her to see if she would take you up on the offer.

Your eyes trailed over her slowly, and you bit your lip as your brows lifted slightly. You glanced down at her body for a moment before going back to her eyes. Your thoughts raced in your head for a moment, and you licked your lip again.

"Usually, I don't let NOBODY get free access to my body. But baby, you so damn fine and you got my coochie all wet... I can't help but let you get a taste of this fat ma." You thought to yourself.

Shuri bit her lip again, this time a bit harder as she eyed you up and down again. She seemed to be loving how bold you were - and she was clearly liking your attitude and the way you carried yourself. She was still eyeing you up and down, her eyes going down to your chest before going back up to your eyes, and she raised a brow. She took a step closer, her eyes locked on yours.

"You offering Mama?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly while that smirk remained on her lips.

The thoughts raced through your mind, and you couldn't deny the fact you were pretty damn attracted to this fine ass woman in front of you. Your eyes scanned her quickly, and you bit your lip once again, your eyes never leaving hers. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, you were so damn nervous but excited at the same time.

You bit your lip again, a small smirk on your face. You tilted your head a bit and smirked at her. "Baby, do you want me to give you a private, naked dance right now in the VIP section?" You asked, your eyes never leaving hers. She was still looking at you like a predator eyeing her prey, and your eyes showed your slight nervousness and excitement.

Shuri tilted her head and licked her lips, a smirk on her face as she looked down to your lips before back to your eyes. She smirked, locking eyes with you. She was loving this, and she could tell you were loving it too.

"Yes, I do baby." She answered back, her voice low in your ears. Her eyes never left yours as she bit her lip again.

Shuri bit her lip as she watched your ass as you walked in front of her, her eyes trailing over you as she followed you. She was absolutely enjoying this and the view, and she bit her lip yet again as she followed behind you. You could feel her eyes on you as you lead her to the VIP section, your ass jiggling with every step you took.

Shuri bit her lip as she walked behind you, her eyes locked on you - specifically your ass. She could see it jiggling as you walked and her eyes trailed after it, biting her lip harder because of her intense interest in you. She was biting her lip way more with how much she liked it.

As you walked, you could feel her eyes on your ass and you felt the intensity in her gaze. You knew she was loving this, and she was biting her lip so damn hard she was gonna draw blood.

You lead her to the VIP section, and she was surprised to see how nice it was in there. It was so spacious, and the ceiling was lined with lights and diamonds, making the room have a sexy vibe with it. Her eyes scanned over the diamonds that gleamed around the space, and she bit her lip.

It was so luxurious, something that Shuri was used to seeing because she was from Wakanda. Of course it was luxurious for her to be in the Queen of Wakanda. But you noticed she was very intrigued and impressed by this place, and you had to admit, you were too. The diamonds sparkling in the lights made the room just have a very sexy vibe, and your eyes scanned over the room, admiring it yourself for a moment.

Shuri was so used to being surrounded by luxury from her home- Wakanda- but she couldn't deny how nice the VIP section was. She could see the diamonds and the lights shimmering around the room, making the room look sexy. She bit her lip as her eyes scanned over the space, not once leaving the beautiful view around the room.

Her eyes traveled as she looked around, and she bit her lip yet again as she admired the diamonds. There were diamonds on some of the furniture, which caught her attention. The room was pretty damn nice but it wasn't close to what she was used to. But she couldn't deny how nice this place was, and you were a big part of it.

You gently pushed her into the sofa, and she let out a small chuckle as she sat down- watching you with hungry eyes. As you started to remove your clothes, you saw her eyes trailing over your body, loving every second of it. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she bit her lip as she watched every move you made.

You bent over as you pulled your thong off, giving her that nice view of your ass. She bit her lip hard as she watched, her eyes glancing at you, licking her lips as she watched that pretty sight. She could see how wet fat ma was and that made her almost moan softly, her eyes locked on your body, her eyes trailing across your thighs.

As you bent over and removed your thong, you glanced back at her, and her eyes were locked on you, biting her lip as she had a hungry look in her eyes. She bit her lip so hard it almost hurt to see how wet you were for her. Her eyes were looking at every inch of you, and she let out a soft moan as she looked at your thighs. She was lusting over you, her appetite for you growing by the second.

You took off your top, slowly revealing your pierced breasts to her. Her eyes were locked on your body, and her eyes got bigger as she saw your piercing. You could tell she was loving the view, her eyes looking over your body. You could hear her breath hitch, and she bit her lip hard, letting out a small moan. She wanted you, and she was very attracted to you, when you revealed your pierced tits to her, her eyes were locked on them, biting her lip hard. She could tell she was getting turned on for you, her eyes drinking in the view of you. Your piercing was so sexy, it matched you perfectly, and she couldn't stop staring. She wanted to taste you, she wanted to touch you, and a small moan escaped her lips as she continued to bite her lip hard. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she was loving what she saw- she lusted over your body. She was so damn attracted to you, she felt like she could get lost staring at you.

"Baby, do you like what you see, My Queen?" You asked her in that sexy voice, her eyes focused on your chest. She licked her lip as she watched, biting it a bit as she eyed you. Her face had hunger written all over, and you could see how attracted she was to you. "Do you like how these look, baby?" You asked her, giving your breasts a squeeze and grope for her.

Shuri was loving this, her eyes focused on your chest. You could tell she was loving every second of it, as she got a good view of what you were doing, and when you called her queen it made her bit her lip extra hard. Her eyes were hungry for you, and she wanted you- but she wanted to hear it from you, and see how you would talk to her. She watched you grope and squeeze your tits for her, and that made her eyes go wider with hunger.

Shuri used her kimoyo beads and spoke to her AI, "Griot, activate 'do not disturb' mode, make the walls soundproofs and play Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson." She commanded, her eyes not leaving you once as she watched you dance for her.

Shuri commanded her AI to play Michael Jackson's Dirty Diana, and she had the walls soundproof in the VIP section. The music started playing, and she watched you dance and she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving you.

You got on the pole and opened your legs, letting her see how wet you were for her. Shuri was so entranced by you, as she watched you and bit her lip, her eyes locking on you. She licked her lips, her eyes watching your moves, not wanting to miss a second of it. She loved it, and she had a hungry look in her eyes, her desire for you growing with every second, and her face was filled with lust for you.

That fat ma..

You did tricks on the pole for her, showing off your strength and your skills. You were putting on a damn good show for her, and she was loving every second of it. Shuri watched you, biting her lip and letting out small moans while watching you, loving how sensual your every move was on the pole.

Shuri watched you do tricks on the pole, and she was loving every second of it. You worked it well, and you could see how attracted she was to you. She was loving your sensual moves, and her eyes were hungry on you, her lips biting into her lower lip as she watched. She loved the way you moved your body, your tricks and your tricks were the most impressive things she's seen in a while.

You shook your ass for her, your body moving to the music as you shaked your ass for her. Shuri was loving it, loving this view, her eyes were completely locked onto you. Her eyes were hungry, and she bit her lip, her heart and her mind racing, loving how you move your body.

Shuri was watching you shake your ass for her, her eyes trailing your body, not wanting to miss a thing, and not even blinking for a second. She was loving it, and she could feel her body getting warm, her eyes hungry on your body. She bit her lip, her breath hitching slightly as she watched you, licking her lips softly so she could taste you.

You came up to her, and climbed onto her lap, grinding on her. She opened her legs a little to let you in between them, and you started grinding your pussy on her knee, your body moving to the music. She bit her lip, her chest rising up and down as she watched, her hands gently grabbing onto your hips.

You started to moan and whimper while you grinded against her knee, her hands still on your hips, she bit her lip as she watched you, biting harder the more you whimpered and moved against her. Her eyes were absolutely locked on you, and she licked her lips while watching you.

Shuri's slim hands grabbed your ass as you grinded on her, her fingers pressing into your skin as she grabbed you. Her eyes looked hungry, she couldn't look away from you, she was so entranced by the way you were moving against her. She let out a soft moan, her chest rising and falling as she watched you, her lips were in a slight smirk, and her eyes were intense as she watched you.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked up to you, her eyes dark with hunger as she spoke in Xhosa, "Qhubeka uhamba umntwana, ukugaya loo ass emanzi pussy kum...." Her voice was thick with her accent, and she bit her lip again and took a deep breath as she watched you grind on her.

(Translation: Keep going baby, grind that wet ass pussy on me…)

You continued grinding on her, and in your head you were thinking about how you loved hearing her speak her native tongue to you- even though you had no idea what she said. But since you heard 'pussy', you figured she was probably talking about grinding on her. So you bit your lip and responded to her.

"Baby I ain't really know what you said, but I hear you, Baby. Keep talkin’ to me. Make this coochie wetta’ than the river Baby…"

Shuri bit her lip when she heard your words, her eyes locking onto you while you continued to grind on her. She smirked as she heard you, her eyes watching you do your thing. Your words made her heart race, and her mind was going crazy- she was more turned on now more than she was before. She swallowed hard, her eyes hungry for you, and she bit her lip as she watched you.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked up at you, her eyes dark with desire and hunger. She tapped your thigh, signaling for you to get up, so you did. She pulled off her shirt, revealing her toned body, her stomach looking like that of a goddess, and her small, delicate, pierced and petite nipples, with the panther diamonds standing out on the piercing, and the gold bells. She bit her lip as she looked up at you, her eyes dark and hungry for you.

Her slender body was gorgeous and her toned abs had you staring for a moment, before your eyes went up to her gorgeous pierced, petite, petite little nipples with panther diamonds and the gold bells. Your eyes were wide, and she had a smirk on her face when she saw the look in your eyes, her own eyes hungry for you. She bit her lip as she looked at you and waited for you to do something, her chest rising and falling slightly as she looked up at you.

You bit your lip and licked your lips when she revealed those gorgeous, pierced little titties, with those damn gold bells too. They were pretty and damn sexy, and you couldn't help but stare as you bit your lip. You looked back up to her face after a few seconds and bit your lip, your eyes hungry for her.

"Baby them titties are so damn pretty, I can't stop lookin’ at em, Baby." You said in that sexy ass voice.

You bit your lip as you spoke, giving her compliment to her beautiful titties. Shuri was loving how you were speaking to her, and she bit her lip at your words, her eyes hungry as they watched you. Her cheeks seemed a bit hotter, and her eyes had a dark look to them as you stared at her. Her chest moved quickly as she breathed in, trying to keep herself together.

Shuri bit her lip as she looked at you, her eyes hungry, and she slowly licked her lips when she looked at you. She bit her lip and spoke in her thick voice, her accent thick.

"Baby, sit your pretty self down on that couch mama, and spread those thighs for me, let me eat that fat ma up.." She said slowly.

At her command, you bit your lip and sat down on the couch, before spreading your legs just how she asked. You looked at her, your eyes hungry as they met her gaze, full of desire and lust. She could see you were loving this just as much as she was.

You bit your lip at her command, loving how she was already taking control- and you sat down just like she asked and spread your legs. Your eyes were hungry and full of desire, and you bit your lip at her, waiting for her to come closer and come eat you up. You were so excited and turned on, and you wanted her just as much as she wanted you.

Shuri's eyes darkened with lust as you spread your thick, creamy thighs invitingly. The aroma of your arousal filled Shuri's nostrils, making her head swim with desire. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue along your glistening clit, savoring the explosion of flavors on her taste buds.

“Mmmm, you taste divine,” Shuri groaned against your flesh, her nimble fingers gripping your hips for leverage as she delved deeper, lapping at your essence like a woman starved. She focused her attentions on your engorged clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue before suckling it gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oooh yes! Right there baby! Don't stop! ouuu fuck yessss!” You cried out in ecstasy, your back arching off the couch as Shuri's skilled mouth worked magic on your aching pussy. Your fingers tangled in Shuri's short curls, holding her in place as you ground your hips against her face wantonly.

Emboldened by your wanton cries and the desperate grip of your fingers in Shuri's hair, the Wakandan princess redoubled her efforts. She sealed her lips around your throbbing clit, sucking hard as she thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt, curling them to stroke that special spot inside that made your toes curl.

“That's it, baby, let go,” Shuri growled against your flesh, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. “Come on Intombazana entle. Drench my face with your sweet juices. I want to taste your release on my tongue.”

She pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch you wider as she flicked her tongue rapidly over your clit, determined to push you over the edge into blissful oblivion.

"FUCKKK YESSS!! OUUU SHIT OUU FUCK!!! I'M CUMMMINNG!!!" You screamed in pure ecstasy, your pussy convulsing and gushing around Shuri's pumping fingers as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you.

Shuri moaned in delight as your essence flooded her mouth, the sweet nectar coating her tongue and dripping down her chin. She lapped at your spasming folds greedily, prolonging your climax as long as possible, relishing each twitch and shudder of your powerful body above her. As the last waves of your orgasm subsided, Shuri gentled her touch, slowly withdrawing her fingers and placing soft kisses along your inner thighs.

Mmmm, that was exquisite, she purred, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. “Such a good girl you are, Umntwana oyintombazana. Watching you come undone like that like the nasty whore you are... it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Shuri peppered your face with tender kisses, her hands caressing your sides and breasts almost reverently.

You returned Shuri's passionate kiss with equal fervor, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on her lips. You bit your lip at her, looking her up and down as your eyes showed how hungry you were. "Baby, I need you, I am in need to be fucked by you, Panther. I haven't been touched in so long, and you know what to do." You said in that sexy ass voice, looking at her. You wanted her, needed her even, and your voice reflected that.

Your voice was raspy and husky, the sound of your voice making Shuri swallow hard. Her eyes were looking you up and down, and when she heard the words you said, she bit her lip hard. Your words reflected how much you wanted her, and Shuri was loving how vocal you were, and she bit her lip more, loving your thick, sexy accent. You could see the hunger in her eyes, wanting you so badly that it hurt.

Shuri grinned wickedly as she revealed her impressive vibranium strap, the sleek purple material glinting under the lights of the lab. She gave the thick shaft a few slow pumps, smearing the generous amount of lube she'd already applied along its length. The toy was designed to perfectly mimic the shape and size of her own impressive endowment, allowing her to bring her lovers to new heights of pleasure.

“Like what you see, Mama?” she teased, rubbing the broad head teasingly along your slick folds, coating it in your copious arousal. “This beauty is going to fill you up so good, stretch you wide open on my cock. I'm going to pound this tight pretty pussy until you're screaming my name, until the whole compound knows who this perfect cunt belongs to.”

Her vibranium strap was glowing, and so were her eyes as she watched your reaction to her. The 10 inch strap was very real, and you couldn't even find the words to say at first because you were in awe of how beautiful she looked in front of you. You looked at her, drinking her in, loving the sight of her and that pretty vibranium. Shuri seemed excited and hungry, lusting after fat ma, biting her lip as she looked at you.

Shuri smirked down at you, and her voice was low and husky as she spoke, her voice getting thicker with more of her accent. "Baby, turn that pretty ass over and arch that back for mama on the couch, go on, my beautiful girl, give me a nice view of that fat beautiful ass from the back, lemme see fat ma from the back." She bit her lip hard, letting out a soft moan, loving just how inappropriate her words were.

You bit your lip at her words, and you got in position for her, shaking your pretty ass for her as you arched your back on the couch. You could see Shuri bite her lip once again, a low moan escaping her as she looked at you and licked her lips, loving how you obeyed her like that, your body doing exactly what she wanted.

Shuri smirked when you got in position for her and bit her lip as she spanked your pretty ass, your cheeks smacking together softly at her hand. Shuri bit her lip as she watched you, her eyes hungry for you, and she bit her lip hard, watching you. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, loving how you bit your lip, loving how you did what she asked, and she was loving everything about you.

"Good girl. So beautiful. Look at how pretty you are, Mama." She said softly.

With a feral snarl, Shuri slammed her hips forward, burying the entire length of her vibranium strap deep within your welcoming depths. The thick, rigid toy stretched your walls to their limits, the bulbous head grinding against your cervix with every brutal thrust.

“Oh sana, you take my cock so well pretty girl,” Shuri groaned, her pace relentless as she pistoned in and out of your clutching heat. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by your high-pitched moans and gasps of pleasure. “You're meant to be mine, wrapped around my dick, taking everything I give you. Say it, Baby - tell me who owns this greedy cunt! lemme know who’s slutting you out like the needy fucking whore you are!!!”

You clenched your muscles around the thick strap as it pounded into you, your juices flowing freely while you felt every inch of it. Your moans grew louder, more wanton, surrendering yourself fully to Shuri's dominant thrusts. "Yours, ouuu yes!, yours! Fuck, I'm yours, Panther! Only yours! Shuri Udaku is slutting me out like the needy whore I am!!"

You wrapped your legs tighter around her waist, using the leverage to meet her strokes, your body undulating with each plunge of her cock. Your long acrylics dug into her shoulders, marking her skin as you held on for dear life, completely consumed by the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly.

The possessive declaration sent a thrill of triumph through Shuri, spurring her on as she drove her strap deeper, harder, into your willing pussy. The tight, velvet heat enveloping her toy was pure bliss, and she reveled in the feeling of complete control, of owning such a responsive, pleasured lover.

That's right baby, Shuri growled, her hips snapping forward with increased force. “Every inch of this perfect pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to fuck you senseless, make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else.”

Her words were punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the lewd squelch of your arousal filling the air as Shuri relentlessly claimed her you, lost in the intoxicating rush of dominance and desire.

Fat ma getting pounded so roughly.. but so good that you can’t even complain…

You tried to put your hand in the way, trying to block her, but she wasn't having it. You could see the hunger in her eyes, and you could tell Shuri wasn't going to let you get away with it. She smacked your hand away, and she held your hands behind your back so you had no choice but to take it.

Shuri's grip on your wrists tightened, pinning them firmly behind her back as she continued her merciless assault on her lover's pussy. The added restraint only served to heighten the intensity, allowing Shuri to focus solely on the sensation of her strap plunging in and out of your clenching heat.

“Come on Umntwana omhle take it for me baby, be a good girl… you’re doing so good..” Shuri panted, her voice a husky challenge as she ground her hips, ensuring the full length of her toy remained buried within your depths. “Please Umntwana oyintombazana, be a good girl and take this dick...F-Fuck you’re so wet..”

With renewed vigor, Shuri picked up speed, her powerful thighs driving her into you with punishing force. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, a lewd symphony of pleasure and submission as Shuri claimed you with unrelenting passion.

Your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolling out of your mouth feeling like you were losing your mind from the intense pleasure. You was so close, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, but Shuri's relentless pounding kept you from falling over.

“Please, Shuri, please... I'm gon’- Ahh fuck! you cried out, your voice breaking as the pressure inside you built to a fever pitch. “Just a lil’ mo’, just a lil’ mo’ and I'm gon’-“

Suddenly, Shuri's thrusts became erratic, her hips jerking wildly as she buried herself to the hilt one final time. With a guttural roar, she came undone, her strap pulsing and throbbing as it emptied its load deep within me.

Shuri's roar of release mingled with your cries of ecstasy as the princess's climax crashed over her, her entire being focused on the incredible sensation of her seed filling your spasming depths. The tight, rippling walls of your pussy milked her strap for every last drop, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and spent.

Fuck, yes... Take it all Mama, Shuri panted, her voice ragged with satisfaction as she slowly gentled her movements, allowing her strap to slide free of your well-used hole. “You look so beautiful like this, so full of my cum... Knowing I marked you inside and out..”

With a final, tender kiss pressed to your lips, Shuri carefully released her wrists, letting them fall limply to her sides.

As you laid there, feeling the warmth of Shuri's seed seeping out of your pussy, you looked up at her with a dazed, sated expression. Your chest heaved with each breath, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your shared passionate encounter.

Fat ma, was definitely smiling, but she still wanted mo’ attention… I wonder if she can give fat ma a lil mo’ attention. Make her smile even more..

You bit your lip as you looked up to her, your chest raising and falling as you watched her, and you licked your lips as you spoke. You were out of breath. "Baby, can fat ma have some more attention from you?" You asked her as you bit your lip, looking up at her with hungry eyes.

A low chuckle rumbled in Shuri's chest at your eager request, her gaze darkening with renewed lust as she took in the sight of her your flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes.”Mmm, always so hungry for my mouth, aren't you, baby?”

With a playful smirk, Shuri guided you onto her face, positioning her dripping pussy above Shuri's mouth. She ran her tongue along your clit, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal before focusing on your clit, swirling and flicking the sensitive bud with expert precision.

“Let me take care of you, Mama,” Shuri murmured against your flesh, her hot breath sending shivers through you. Gon’ eat this pretty pussy until you're screaming my name again. You ready for another round, Mama?

You nodded eagerly, your hands finding purchase in Shuri's hair as you pulled her closer, grinding your soaked coochie against her eager mouth. "Ouuu fuck yessss, Panther! Eat that pussy, baby! Make fat ma cum on yo’ face!"

You rocked your hips in time with Shuri's licks and sucks, your moans growing louder and more desperate as the pleasure mounted once more. Your thighs trembled around Shuri's head, your inner walls fluttering with anticipation of the impending climax. "Gonna...gonna...ouuuu fuck!"

Emboldened by your impassioned pleas, Shuri redoubled her efforts, her tongue delving deeper into your clenching channel as she sucked hard on your clit. The princess's fingers dug into your plush ass cheeks, holding her steady as she devoured your pussy with unrestrained hunger.

“That's it, Mama, ride my face,” Shuri groaned against your flesh, her own arousal building at the thought of tasting your essence once more. “Cum for me, Mama, drench my chin with your juices Baby!”

Your desperate cries reached a fever pitch as Shuri's relentless oral onslaught pushed you over the edge. With a hoarse shout, you came undone, your pussy convulsing in waves of pleasure while flooded Shuri's mouth with your release.

You screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through you, your juices gushing out to coat Shuri's chin and throat. You rode out the waves of pleasure, your body shaking uncontrollably, grinding yourself against Shuri's face, milking every last drop of bliss from your quivering pussy.

"Ah, ah, ahhhh...fuckkkk, Panther! Yesssss, drink it all up, baby! So good, so fuckin’ good!" You gasped between ragged breaths, finally slowing your frantic movements as the aftershocks subsided. You collapsed back against the couch, panting heavily, your pussy still twitching with residual pleasure.

"Mmmm, you did so good, eatin’ me out like that baby," You praised, running your fingers through Shuri's hair affectionately. "Fat ma found her new best friend."

Shuri lifted her head, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she gazed up at you with adoring eyes. Her chin and cheeks sparkled with the remnants of your release, a testament to her devotion and skill in pleasuring you.

“You taste even sweeter the second time around,” Shuri purred, her voice thick with desire as she licked her lips clean. “I could feast on this pussy all day, every day Mama. Just give me a call and I’m on my way baby..”

Crawling up your body, Shuri captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all her love and longing into the embrace. As you two kissed, Shuri's hands roamed over your curves, mapping every inch of your soft skin with reverent touches.

I love you, Mama, Shuri whispered against her lips, her heart swelling with emotion.

You bit your lip when you looked at the woman who was making your heart pound. Shuri had you feeling things you had never felt before. It was wild, because normally you would block someone's number after the first night, leaving them high and dry, but this sexy, beautiful woman... you had to stay in contact with her. You had to see her again.

“Damn, normally I block niggas number after a night to never speak to them again, but her fine ass had I coming back for more.. I MUST stay in contact with this fine ass cuz’ WHEWW.. she can eat… like… I’m talkin’ bout.. STARVING STARVING…” You said in your head.

You returned the kiss with equal fervor, your arms wrapping tightly around Shuri holding her close. You melted into her embrace, feeling safe and cherished in her strong arms.

"I love you too, Shuri," You breathed, nuzzling your nose against hers. "More than words can say. You make fat ma feel so special, so desired."

Mhm.. pound town at its finest..

Shuri smiled softly, her thumb stroking gentle circles on your cheek as your foreheads touched. “You deserve all the love and adoration in the world, Intombazana emnandi. Your beauty, both inside and out, captivates me completely.”

You smiled softly when she praised you. Shuri took notice, and it warmed her heart to see you smile like that. She let out a soft chuckle and smiled back at you, her eyes soft with love and adoration.

hope y’all enjoyed!

-Zaii.

[cuntzeelisciouszaii]

A WOMAN’S PRIZE

Parings: RosaliexFemReader Dom!Rosalie Sub!Reader SingerxFemReader

Contains: !Fluff, 18+, a lil smut, Angst, Violence, tw! mention of blood etc.

Summary: Rosalie Otterbourne was a famous singer in the 1940s, known for her sultry and sensual style, performing at the world-renowned Club Calloway's. She quickly became the talk of the town, praised for her beautiful singing, sultry voice, and mesmerizing presence. In her spare time between performances, she was often found indulging in luxury and enjoying the attention and company of her many admirers. As a woman of the 1940s, Rosalie had to keep her sexuality hidden and keep up a persona of the typical Hollywood starlet: glamorous and attracted to men. Despite her true feelings, she put on a good show for the public, acting the parts of the flirtatious, seductive actress or the charming sweetheart. She was secretly gay, and often felt frustrated by having to act the part of a submissive woman in need of a man to protect her and provide for her, despite being fiercely independent and strong-willed. However, she secretly yearned for a woman who could love and appreciate her for herself, someone who would accept her for being lesbian rather than the fake heterosexual persona she had to play. She often felt trapped and frustrated by the expectations of the 1940s society, and would often find herself secretly pining for the affection of women in the shadows, hiding her true feelings from the publicity.

February 14th, 1943. 8PM, at Club Calloway, Hollywood.

The lights in the Club Calloway dimmed slightly as the sounds of the band began to slowly fade and the bright lights on stage now focused directly on Rosalie. Rosalie stood at the center of the stage, the spotlight washing over her as she adjusted the microphone, taking her place. She closed her eyes and took a breath, before her lips curled upward into her signature smirk that she always had on stage.

The band started playing again, a smooth and sultry jazz tune that accompanied Rosalie's iconic husky voice. She sang with the band, every note hitting just right, her voice carrying throughout the club with her signature flair and sexiness.

As the chorus came around again, Rosalie's voice grew louder, her eyes now fixed on the audience, her smirk growing into a smile as she sang the lyrics, watching the audience. As she sang,"Put your head on my shoulder," she gently touched her hand to her shoulder, her smirk turning into a small grin as she continued.

Rosalie continued, her voice once again softer as she sang the first part of the chorus, her hand still gently touching her shoulder. She would sway her hips slightly to the music once again, her eyes still fixed on the audience, a smirk on her face.

"Freak like me….You want a good girl that does bad things...You've never been with no one as nasty as me...'"

Her voice was husky and seductive, her eyes still roaming around the club, her gaze occasionally landing on the patrons, her smirk growing as she looked at some of them.

As she continued to sing and the next lyrics came around, her smirk grew wider again, her hips moving a little more sensually along with the beat. She would look into the faces of the men as she sang, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her voice was still low and husky as she sang the lyrics to them.

"Spice up your life, come get a freak. Tied her down to my queen bed…. Tease her just enough to hate me….”

She continued to sing, her voice growing husky as she continued, her hips moving more with the music, swaying and rolling with the beat of the song. Her eyes continued to wander, still studying the different patrons of the club as she continued to sing.

As she sang, she would occasionally let her eyes linger on one of the women in the club, letting her eyes wander over her body. She would keep her gaze on them for a moment before she continued to sing, her smirk growing at the idea of taking one of them home with her. Her voice was still husky and sensual as she sang the next line.

Rosalie's eyes lingered on the attractive women in the club, her gaze holding them in her sights. She would give them a small, charming smirk as she watched them, her eyes roaming over their bodies.

She would let her gaze travel up and down them, watching the way they squirmed and tried to avoid her staring. Her eyes held a hint of a challenge in them, a silent question of who would look away first, who would be the prey.

She continued to watch them, her gaze never leaving them, her smirk growing at the sight of their squirms. Her eyes were still fixed on them, studying their every move and reaction, the way they shifted their eyes to avoid hers, the way their cheeks would lightly dust pink in embarrassment, the way their shoulders would pull inward. Rosalie loved watching them squirm, loving the way they tried to avoid her watching eye, making them her silent prey.

Rosalie's eyes stayed fixed on one of the women, her smirk still on her face as she sang the next part of the lyric, her eyes holding a challenge as she sang, a silent demand to keep the woman's attention on her.

"Tied it tight enough she can’t break free..."

She continued to watch the woman, making sure that she was looking back at her, that she wasn't just staring off into space or at her drink.

She continued to stare at her, letting her eyes slowly and sensually travel over her body, still keeping her smirk as she sang, watching the other woman's reaction. She would shift her gaze to the other women in the club, her attention switching to them as well. Her eyes would roam over their bodies, watching for the same reactions, noticing how some of them would look in fear, while others would get flustered.

Rosalie's eyes would occasionally move to the men around the club, noticing how many of them had dirty looks and jealous facial expressions directed at her. She would let out a small scoff, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she saw them, realizing that they were upset because she had spent the last ten minutes singing for the women around her, barely giving the men even a fraction of the attention that she was giving the women.

She would ignore them, not wanting to get roped into their drama, instead she decided to focus all of her attention onto singing and performing. She put on a show for the women, letting her eyes roam over them, her smile widening at the attention she held from them, ignoring the jealous looks from the men staring at her.

As Rosalie continued to scan over the women in the audience, her eyes suddenly locked onto one specifically, her smirk growing a little, her eyebrows raising slightly. As her eyes landed on you, she was immediately captivated by your appearance. Her eyes slowly trailed over your body, her smirk growing into a small smile as she watched you.

She bit her bottom lip, letting her eyes rake over your figure, her chest starting to feel warm as she watched you, the sound of her heartbeat now pounding in her ears.

You were the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen…

Your figure was one to be absolutely envious of. You were of a shorter stature, but your curves were absolutely incredible. Your body was thick, your thighs and ass so round and plushy. Your hair was in beautiful finger wave style, your hair falling in lovely waves around your face. Your lips were so plump and red, with such a sensual shade to them, accentuating your beauty in an incredible way.

Your outfit was stunning as well, the baby blue of your top complimenting your gorgeous skin, showing off the swell of your breasts and your pretty face perfectly. You had on high waisted black pants, the wide legs showing off your curves in a stunning, and sensual way. The heels you had on just added to the outfit as well, making your legs and ass look absolutely delicious.

Rosalie swallowed hard as she watched you, her eyes not leaving you for a moment. She could feel her body warming, her heart starting to beat quicker, her blood running hot as she watched you, her cheeks lightly growing pink.

She continued to scan over you, her eyes seemingly glued to you, not wanting to look away. Her eyes took in every last detail of your appearance, and she felt as if her mind was slowly starting to empty while she stared at you, her smirk growing wider as her tongue ran along her top teeth, biting at her tongue, her eyes not leaving you for even a second.

As your eyes locked with hers, Rosalie felt her breath hitch slightly, the sound of the music seeming to drown out, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She had to fight to keep singing, not wanting to suddenly stop mid sentence just to stare at you, the feeling of your gaze holding her so tightly, holding her completely captive.

Her eyes continued to hold yours, trying helplessly to look away, but she simply couldnt. She continued to sing, her smirk growing wider as she stared into your eyes, her body growing warm as you held her captive in your gaze. Suddenly the other women were not a concern for Rosalie, her eyes fixed on you, watching your every move, her voice husky as she sang.

After Rosalie finished her song, the applause and cheers of the crowd were barely heard to her, her heartbeat still thumping loud in her ears, a thin layer of sweat forming on her brow. Her breath was slow, but shaky, and she gently ran her fingers through her hair. She finally broke her gaze away from you and looked down, her hand gently pressing against her chest to feel her rapidly beating heart as she tried to catch her breath.

Rosalie swallowed hard, her breath slowly evening out again, her heartbeat still racing in her chest, but at a more normal pace now. She looked back to the crowd and gave a small, gentle bow of her head, before she was ushered off the stage by one of the club's assistants. She was led off stage, and into the backroom of the club, her thoughts still fully absorbed with you.

"That was a great finish, Miss Otterbourne," Marylyn said with a smile as she led Rosalie off stage. Rosalie smiled back, but it was weak, her thoughts still filled with the thought of your appearance.

"Thank ya, Marylyn…hey, who was that other woman out there? The one in the blue dress shirt?" Rosalie asked, her voice a bit absent as she spoke, her thoughts distracted.

"Hm? In the blue dress?" Marylyn said, raising an eyebrow at Rosalie, before she let out a soft chuckle."I'm not sure. I don't exactly memorize the faces of every single woman who walks through that front door, Miss Otterbourne. Why?"

Rosalie paused for a moment, her face flushing slightly as she let out a small, flustered chuckle. "Ah- Uh, no reason suga’…I just noticed her, so I was just curious."

She tried to shrug the question off, but her distraction was still clear on her face, her eyes still focused on the thought of you. She bit her bottom lip, still seeing your figure in her mind's eye.

Marylyn raised an eyebrow at her, letting out a soft chuckle at Rosalie's flustered behavior, amused at seeing her friend and boss acting this way, her curiosity piqued. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow slightly.

"You seem awfully curious bout’ her, Miss Otterbourne…Why? She catch ya eye?"

Rosalie snapped to attention again, her eyes moving to look at Marylyn, still flustered, but now her cheeks a bright red. Her eyes went wide as she stared at Marylyn, her hand flying up to her face. She opened her mouth for a second, before letting out a soft cough, her eyes turning to the floor, and then back up to look at her assistant, the words finally coming out.

"Mhm…she's the most- Most beautiful finest woman I eva’ seen…"

Rosalie's voice was a little shaky at her words, her face still a bright red, her cheeks warm. Her eyes stayed fixed on Marylyn, but her mind was still distracted, her eyes darting away for a moment before turning back to Marylyn again, her cheeks still scarlet and her voice still a little shaky as she spoke.

"I-I just… I ain’t neva’ seen a more beautiful woman than her…she- she's just…stunning…"

Rosalie stumbled over her words a little as she spoke, her assistant now staring at her in surprise, her eyebrows raised at Rosalie's sudden admission, her voice now a bit quieter after confessing. She swallowed hard and let out a soft, flustered chuckle, her eyes now looking away again as she rubbed the back of her neck, continuing to speak, her voice shakier now.

"I-I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her…she's absolutely jaw droppin’…”

She ran her hand down her face with a soft sigh, shaking her head to clear her mind, her cheeks growing warmer again as her eyes moved back to Marylyn. She swallowed again, her voice still a bit shaky as she continued.

"I-I've never felt anything like this before…my chest was so warm, my heart was poundin’…she's so incredibly, undeniably, beautiful…"

Marylyn's eyes widened, her expression going from shocked to surprised to amused, raising her eyebrows. Her mouth opened a bit, but no sound came out, before her face turned into a mischievous smirk, her lips curling upward playfully at her friend's behavior, her eyes studying hers before she began to speak.

"You look like you in love, Miss Otterbourne…I can tell you's in love…"

Meanwhile, you were at your friend's bar where she works, sipping at a drink as you talked to her, the lights of the bar dim, while a jazz song played in the background, almost drowned out by the sound of people talking and enjoying themselves. Your eyes were fixed on the stage, while your mind was still filled with Rosalie's performance, her husky voice and sensuality still playing over and over again in your mind.

You were currently drinking a fruity cocktail, the sweet taste of the mix of alcohols filling your mouth as you spoke to your friend. Your mind was still focused on Rosalie, your heart racing as you spoke about her.

"She's absolutely incredible, Addy…she's so talented…"

You continued to look at the stage, picturing Rosalie in your mind, remembering her performance, every note, every syllable, every sexy hip roll, and every smirk that she shot directly to her audience. You swallowed hard, feeling the warmth in your chest start to rise, your cheeks heating up again as you remembered the way her husky voice, her hungry eyes…

You continued to watch as the empty stage was being re-setup, trying to calm down from the thoughts of Rosalie's performance, her voice now echoing through your mind. Your cheeks were still warm, and your heart was still racing, your head swimming as you spoke to your friend, Addy, her eyes fixed on you.

"She's so…so beautiful…”

Addy let out a small, amused chuckle at your words. Her head tilted slightly as she looked at you through the corner of her eye.

"Of course, she is. You've barely taken your eyes off her the entire show, and since it ended, too."

She smiled teasingly, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied your appearance.

Addy raised an eyebrow, her eyes slowly studying your face, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards as she bit her lip to keep from grinning.

"Do you…happen to be interested, Y/N? You've been absolutely mesmerized by her the whole time, do you have a lil’ celebrity crush, maybe?"

Addy was your best friend for years now, and she knew you better than anyone else did. She would know by the look on your face when you had a crush on someone, and you knew she would see right through your actions, so there was no point in hiding it. Whenever you had a crush, you'd avoid eye contact with the person you were fond of, or you'd speak in a shy, quiet voice, and she always knew.

Addy was a petite girl, around 5'3. She had a beautiful golden brown complexion, and long black hair that stopped right above her waist. She had an oval shape facial structure, and her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and usually held mischief or a teasing spark in them. She had dimples when she smiled, and her lips were full and rounded, often sporting a bold red lipstick.

She was one of those girls who knew how to keep her cool, always having a smart-ass attitude with a smirk on her face. She was quick witted and never hesitated to say her thoughts, especially around her friends.

Addy let out a soft chuckle again, her gaze staying on you, watching every small moment of your face, the way your eyes would shift to look back at the stage, and how your cheeks would go a little red.

"It's pretty obvious you like her, you know…you’re completely fixated on her, I can see it a mile away Babydoll.”

She smirked, a teasing glint in her eyes as she studied you, taking in your flustered face as you tried to hide your infatuation. Addy was always good at reading her close friends, and you were no exception. Her eyebrows raised as she continued, her smirk widening a little.

"You have it bad, don’tcha’ babydoll?"

You let out a small, flustered chuckle and shifted a little nervously on your stool in front of the bar, your cheeks reddening more as you looked away, trying to hide your face. You swallowed back your embarrassment and nodded your head, your words coming out in a soft southern drawl.

"I-I do, Addy…like real bad…"

Addy's smirk grew more after she heard you admit it, her eyes still studying you, loving to watch the way you grew even more flustered under her gaze. She held back a laugh as she continued to tease you, her eyebrow raised.

"You is down bad, babydoll…"

Just then, Rosalie walked out, her smile on her face as she waved to all her adoring fans and gave a few quick autographs to the paparazzi and fans. She was swarmed by so many people, her assistant following behind her, trying to keep the crowd from completely closing in on Rosalie.

She smiled as she stopped and signed autographs, her cheeks now slightly flushed at the attention, her ears ringing a little from all of the yelling and shouting from the crowd. Her smile was polite, and she acted charming, knowing she had to keep up appearances, both for the fans and the reporters.

She took a moment to stop and actually take some good pictures with a couple of the fans, her assistant coming and tugging on her elbow to let her know she needed to leave the club soon. She waved at the fans again and called out, her voice sounding a bit tired, but she was hiding it.

"Thank y'all!"

Rosalie's eyes suddenly landed on you, her heart skipping a beat as she saw you. Her smile grew, more genuine and her attention focused solely on you in that moment, no longer paying attention to the fans or reporters.

She stared at you for a moment, admiring how you looked, her eyes roving over you, appreciating every little detail of your appearance, trying to commit your appearance to her memory. The sound of her assistant nudging her snapped her out of her trance and she quickly came back to reality.

She turned back to her assistant with a small shake of her head before looking back at you, her smile back on her face. She bit her lip, her eyes focused on you and feeling her heart beginning to pound in her chest, a feeling of a warm fluttering in her chest as she watched you.

She quietly muttered to herself as she turned away, her voice quiet, but still sounding husky.

"Oh that fine woman got me all worked up…I need to figure out who she is…"

She followed her assistant away, her eyes looking back over her shoulder, watching you behind, her eyes fixed on your form, already falling for you.

As she exited the club, she looked back over her shoulder again at you, staring for a moment longer than she probably should have. She felt her heart start to pound harder in her chest as she watched you, her eyes fixed on you, her mind already making plans to figure out just who you were.

She slipped into her limo, the sound of the city muffled by the car's interior. She let out a breath, running a hand through her hair before leaning back in the seat, her mind still focused on you.

She bit her bottom lip, feeling her heart still thumping in her chest, her thoughts filled with you, her eyes still seeing your form in her mind. She took a breath to calm herself down, her face starting to grow hot again as the thoughts of you continued to plague her mind.

You watched the limo pull away, seeing Rosalie disappear into the back. You let out a soft breath and bit your lip, your heart still thudding in your chest, your own mind still full of thoughts of her. You swallowed back the fluttery feeling in your chest and shook your head, letting out a soft chuckle.

Your conversation with your friend continued, the sound of people talking getting drowned out as you talked. You could hear the soft sound of a jazz band playing in the background, but you could barely make out the words.

"I didn't just imagine that, right?" Addy questioned with a smirk, a knowing look in her eye.

She chuckled softly as she took a sip of her drink, shaking her head as she continued.

"That look was unmistakable. The way she was staring at you…no one looks at someone like that unless she's completely head over heels."

Addy paused to take another sip of her drink, watching your face, her smirk growing as she saw the blush rise to your cheeks again, a small, knowing chuckle leaving her lips.

"She was practically drooling! Look at ya, all blushin’ like a lil’ tomato!"

You let out an embarrassed chuckle, your cheeks going even redder as she teased you, her words hitting closer to home than you wanted to admit. You bit your lip, nervously looking away a little, your fingers drumming on the bar countertop.

"I-I dunno what you mean, Addy…she was just lookin' around. It was a coincidence or somethin'..."

Addy rolled her eyes at your words, a small chuckle escaping her, her smirk growing.

"Oh come on, you aren't that dense. She gave you the same look you get when you're all flustered bout’ ya favorite singer. There's no way she wasn't checkin' you out, girl.”

Addy let out a small scoff, shaking her head again, her eyebrow raised as she watched you get redder, your denial clear to her, but she wasn't letting up.

"And I saw you, sweety. You turned into a tomato the second she looked at you."

You let out an embarrassed little chuckle again, your lips curling up into a small smile as your cheeks grew even redder under her teasing. You tried to hide your blush, your eyes shifting away as you bit your lip, trying to hold back any reaction to her words.

"I…maybe she…did look a lil’ interested… Maybe she might find me attractive maybe?"

Addy’s smirk grew wider at your sheepishness, her voice growing a bit higher in her amusement of teasing you and your flustered state, her eyes her eyes still on you as she spoke.

“If I’m bein’ honest babydoll, she was eyeing you like you some candy! Her ass was practically drooling, and I bet she wanted a taste-“

Addy chuckled softly at her own words, watching your reaction again, her teasing only getting more intense as she teased you about Rosalie's obvious interest. Her eyebrow raised as she spoke, her smirk wider than ever as she studied you, her eyes fixed on your face.

"She wanted you, girl. No doubt in my mind that you’re on her mind right now."

Your cheeks got warmer the more she teased you, your mind still picturing Rosalie's gaze, her eyes roaming over your body. You could still feel the warm fluttering in your chest and your face was hot, but you tried to push the feeling away, playing it off.

"She- She was probably jus' checkin' me out... she wasn't...droolin', Addy! You must be seein' things!"

Addy watched your reaction, her eyes twinkling mischievously as her smirk grew, her idea forming in her head, already knowing what she was going to do in the coming days. She kept up her teasing to keep you distracted while she thought.

"Well, she definitely seemed like she wanted more than just to check ya out, Y/N…"

Addy chuckled softly to herself, her eyes still studying your face, her eyebrow raised as a smirk slowly grew on her lips. She bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes as an idea formed in her mind. She continued to tease you, her voice having a hint of hidden intent to it.

"Or she'd be wantin' a date. With you. Like maybe a fancy restaurant…like the Velvet Rose? Her daddy used to own the place before he passed it on to her aunt Ms Michelle. She a nice lady too, and plus, Rosalie would be HAPPY to go wit’ ya on a date Sug’!"

Addy paused for a moment, a sly smirk on her face as she rested her elbows on the bar and held her chin with one hand, her eyes still on you, her lips curled up at the corners, her mind reeling with all of the possibilities.

"I'll bet she'd take you out for a nice dinner. She's a big name celeb, so she's got the money. I could see her takin' you on a fancy date. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sugar?"

Your cheeks were still warm, and your heart was still racing as you tried to push away your feelings for Rosalie, her face still in your mind. Addy's teasing was starting to become a little overwhelming as she continued to prod and poke at you about your flustered, lovestruck state, teasing you about how Rosalie wanted you, and how you were completely smitten with her.

You let out a soft, embarrassed sigh, your cheeks warm as you tried to hide your face in your hands.

"Addy! C'mon, you've been teasin' me the entire time, and I’m bout to go home. It’s gettin’ late.

Addy watched you, her smirk finally fading at your embarrassed reaction, but she was still happy knowing that you'd fallen for Rosalie's beauty. She tilted her head, her eyebrow raised, her words a little softer now.

"You're still flushed! I ain’t seen you this flustered since high school! And over a famous singer, nonetheless. But anyways, I’ll see ya tomorrow suga’, have a great night!"

Addy chuckled softly, waving at you before she resumed serving drinks to the other patrons of the bar, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Her mind was still focused on Rosalie and you, already planning to talk to her tonight and get the two of you a date planned. She would be so smug about it, knowing that she helped make it happen.

Once everyone had left and Addy finally got the bar closed, she walked to the office, pulling out her phone and finding Rosalie's personal number. She knew she was probably not gonna pick up a call from a number that she didn't recognize, but it was worth a shot. Addy smirked, biting back a laugh.

She dialed the number, holding her phone up against her ear, her eyes glimmering with anticipation. Her mind was still racing with the possibilities of setting you up with Rosalie.

As the phone rang in Addy's ear, her heart was started to race from excitement and nerves, her anticipation growing the longer she waited. After a minute or so of ringing, the call picked up with a small click.

"Hello? Who this callin’ my number?"

Addy let out a small, surprised gasp, her heart starting to race, her nerves getting to her a little, but she kept herself composed, smirking as she heard Rosalie's voice on the other end. She cleared her throat quickly, replying.

"Hey! this Rosalie Otterbourne's number? I got a lil’ proposition for ya if you interested."

On the other end, Rosalie raised an eyebrow, curious and slightly confused by the question, but she kept her guard up, not wanting to get scammed or something.

"Who’s askin’ and what’s ya proposition? This betta’ not be no damn prank either."

Addy chuckled softly, shaking her head even though Rosalie couldn't see her. Her nerves were a little settled now, especially since it sounded like Rosalie was willing to listen to what she had to say.

"This ain't a prank, don’'chu worry about that darlin’. I’ve got somethin to offer you. It’s actually SOMEONE I think you'll be very, VERY interested in…darlin'~"

Rosalie's eyebrow raised a little more on the other end, her suspicions starting to lower a little at Addy's soft drawl, her curiosity starting to grow. She bit her lip, her mind going to all the different possibilities of what it could be. Her curiosity was piqued.

"Alright- Alright, I’m listenin’. Who this 'someone'? And please don’t say a man…"

Addy let out a small chuckle, a smirk spreading across her lips. She knew that Rosalie preferred women a little more than men, so she was happy to make that promise.

"Don't worry darlin', it ain't a man. Far from it, in fact…" She teased, her smirk still prominent in her voice.

"So…You saw a girl, a gorgeous girl, and she had dark skin, wavy red hair, with a buttoned down blue dress shirt and high waisted black pants, and heels?”

Rosalie's eyebrows raised higher and higher as Addy described you, her mind immediately going to you. She was getting very excited as she listened to that description, her eyes slightly widening as she continued to listen.

Addy chuckled, her smirk growing wider as she continued to talk. She knew she had Rosalie's attention, and she wanted to reel her in until she was on the hook completely.

"Yeah, honey. She is absolutely gorgeous…you wanna know the best part?"

Rosalie raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing as she listened, Rosalie’s curiosity evident. She leaned her elbow up against the counter, her lips curling into a small smirk, her mind running wild at the prospects, while her heart raced. Her voice was a little lower, filled with anticipation.

"Yeah? What's the best part?"

Addy smirked, her eyes glittering mischievously as she paused for dramatic effect, her words ringing in Rosalie's head.

"She had her eyes on YOU, darlin'. Y/N got a lil’ crush on ya Rosalie. She loves ya music, and she loves ya voice too! Shoulda’ seen the way she was swoonin over ya. Mhm, babygirl’s a lil’ squirmer for her favorite singa’.."

Rosalie didn't speak, and Addy could practically hear her heart hammering in her chest as Addy teased her and told the truth. Her mind went wild, her whole body heating up and her chest felt warm. Her eyes went wide and her breath felt a little short, all thoughts of work disappearing in a moment. She could feel herself beginning to fall fast and hard for you, and she couldn't stop it.

"…did you say favorite singer?"

Addy chuckled softly as she heard Rosalie's stunned reaction, her smirk only growing wider. She knew her plan was working as she continued, her voice practically dripping with satisfaction. That's right darlin...you're her favorite singa’, and the girl’s got it bad. So I was just wondering if I could set y’all two on a lil’ date at ya auntie’s restaurant. Y’know, Velvet Rose? I figured you’d like that as a start of y’all’s lil’ friendship to get to know each other. So, are ya down Ms Otterbourne?"

Rosalie took a moment to let the information sink in, her mind reeling as she heard it. Her cheeks burned as her face turned red, her heart beating even harder, her body even hotter, and her mind racing in circles. She could not believe it. It was all too good to be true, but she was already starting to buy into it. A huge smile formed on her face, her mouth curling up into a big smile, her eyes sparkling.

"I am more than down, suga’.~ Oh so, her name Y/N? Mhm.. what a beautiful name… for a fine ass beautiful woman.."

Addy smirked as Rosalie finally gave in, her heart warming up even more at Rosalie’s excitement. She let out a quiet chuckle as she heard the other woman's reaction to your name, adoring how she gushed at how your name was beautiful. She was feeling extremely smug right now, knowing that she was playing matchmaker for her two favorite people.

"Yeah, her name is Y/N, darlin’. And she is gorgeous. You'd betta’ be a real charmer with her, too. She's a sweet, lil’ softie. Go on and get ya self a sheet of paper and a pencil, cuz I’m bout’ to give ya her number and her address so tomorrow, she’d already be ready for you to come pick her up."

Rosalie did as she was told, her face still red and her heart still hammering in her chest, her whole body heated up as her mouth pulled into a smug grin. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, and her mind still running wild. She snatched a notebook and pen, flipping it to an empty page, and grabbing a pencil.

"A-Alright, read her info out, Sug’. "

Addy smirked, her eyes glittering as she watched Rosalie scramble to get a notebook and pen, ready for her to receive your info. Her chest filled with warm fuzzy feelings just imagining tomorrow's date, knowing it would go extremely well. She knew Rosalie would sweep you off your feet, and you would likely steal Rosalie’s heart too. She quickly began to recite your info, speaking quickly.

"Your girl’s full name is Y/N y/l/n. Her address is 4511 W. 7th st. Apartment 5, baby. And her telephone number is 205-***-782. There ya go hunny! Enjoy!”

A/n: ps I put a fake number so don’t try to call it Lmaoo 😭😭😭.

Rosalie’s fingers quickly wrote down your name, address, and phone number, her eyes wide and her heart hammering in her chest. Her mouth curled into an excited smile, her heart going wild.* "Y/N y/l/n…I really like the sound of her name.."

She bit and chewed on her bottom lip, her cheeks warm, as she finished writing your contact information.

Addy chuckled softly, her smirk still present on her face as her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. She had successfully set you two up, and she was feeling very accomplished. She watched Rosalie's response, her heart swelling with happiness knowing you were the one who was getting Rosalie all flustered. She finally spoke, a smirk still on her lips as she teased Rosalie a lil more.

"You better treat her right, darlin’. Or I’m bouta’ be on yo’ ass ya hear? But anyway, Enjoy ya night Rosalie and I hope you and Y/N have fun tomorrow!"

Rosalie let out a soft, shy chuckle as Addy teased her, her cheeks warm, her mind still reeling. Her body felt hot, her heart hammering in her chest, and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She shook her head, her cheeks growing even warmer.

"Aw hell, don't you worry suga'. I'll treat her like a real princess…"

Addy let out a mischievous chuckle as she hung up her phone, a wide smirk on her face. She finally closed up the bar for the night, locking the door as she left, taking her keys out of her pocket as she walked to her car. Her mind was still fixed on Rosalie and you, picturing the upcoming date and her mind imagining how it will turn out, while she drove herself home.

After their little chat, Rosalie was now in her room, the notebook with your information laid out on her desk, the phone next to it. Her mind was still full of thoughts of you, and she couldn't stop thinking about you, her heart still hammering in her chest and butterflies fluttering like mad in her stomach. She quickly pulled out a box, opening it to begin selecting her outfit for tomorrow.

Rosalie was finally selecting her dress, when she suddenly heard someone knock on her door. Her eyebrows furrowed, her mind still focused on you, her heart still hammering, and butterflies still fluttering. Her lips curled into a scowl as the knocking persisted, getting more and more insistent the longer she hesitated to answer the door. She let out a soft sigh, walking to the door, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other side.

She finally got to the door, and she opened it, her mouth in the middle of preparing to speak, before she froze. Standing in front of her was a man she thought she'd never see again, and she hoped she'd never see his face.

"…Blance-"

To be continued…