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prettymrswright · 2 months ago

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Hook, Line, and Sinker

pairing: masc!riri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: riri was off limits. she was your brother's best friend after all, and he'd warned you about her. but rules never really applied to you, never stopped you from doing what, and who you want, anyway.

word count: 7.4k

contents: brother's best friend riri, smut (18+), fingering, oral (riri is a EATER), strap!riri, strap riding, dirty talk, flirting, reader is a tease

tags: @kisskourt @dejaonline @prettymrswright @vixentheplanet @sapphicvqmpires @astroeliza @uhwhatsay @blackgcomica @6-noir @ctrleuphoria @quintessencewrites @pvnks0ul @fentibeauty @ririshotgf @idkijjustlovethisapp @naijagrl @onyxstones-world @saintwrld @ihearttish

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this was just supposed to be a lil one two with a lil bit of smut, but i been missing riri so bad. fun fact: this is actually me and riri's tape and i'm letting y'all get a taste. i ain't even wanna share this with y'all fr, but you know. anyway, i hope y'all like this. idk why i keep writing riri as a trifling ass best friend but hey, y'all eat it up every time. enjoy! mwah! mwah!

You could always tell when Riri Williams was back in Chicago. The whole city seemed to shift around her, like it had been holding its breath. Especially in your house.

Everything felt louder, more alive. The delicious smell of your mom’s famous jerk chicken and cornbread always floated in the air—Riri’s favorite. But your favorite part was always the sound of your brother Tyzen’s laugh echoing off the walls like music.

You loved seeing him like that. And Riri brought it out of him. You knew how much he missed her when she was away at school, how his other friendships never measured up to his bond with her. They’d been inseparable since they were kids. Like they shared a language only they understood.

You smiled as you reminisced on fond playground memories between the two, memories that weren't your own, but ones you bore witness to. Tyzen and Riri, bonded by scraped knees, shared secrets, and a thousand inside jokes.

But unlike your older brother, you weren’t here to chase nostalgia. No, your plans for the weekend were far less innocent. You were here to collect new memories, souvenirs to tuck away and revisit when the nights got too quiet and Riri was three states away.

With a sly grin, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror, mentally patting yourself on the back for the outfit you put together. The charcoal-grey top clutched your chest like a second skin, particularly the reason you chose it. You’d tugged the zipper down as far as decency—or temptation—allowed, framing your breasts with just enough boldness to dare her to stare. Your nipples peaked against the fabric, shameless and defiant.

The black mini skirt? Shorter than it needed to be for a casual night in, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. It sat high on your waist, sculpted to every dip and swell of your body like it was part of the plan. Because indeed it was. That hem danced across your thigh with every shift of your hips, flirtatious and fearless, daring gravity to try its luck. Pull it down? Not a chance. Let it ride up. Let her look.

One final glance in the mirror, and you stepped out of your room, hips swaying as you strutted down the hallway—bait cast, hook sharpened, and your favorite kind of trouble waiting on the other end.

•••

You heard her before you saw her.

“Ty, you still got that weak-ass jump shot?” Riri questioned, her voice carrying that same mischievous edge you remembered from all the years she spent hanging around your house. It used to annoy you, back when you were younger, when she was just your brother’s best friend. When you didn’t look at her the way you did now.

You pushed open the front door and stepped onto the porch, leaning against the frame as you watched them play in the driveway. The late afternoon sun spilled across the backyard, catching in Riri’s curls as she dribbled the ball low to the ground, quick and smooth, like she didn’t even have to think about it.

Ty snatched the ball and backed up a few steps, bouncing it lazily like he had all the time in the world. “You talking like I won’t dust your lil ass right now if we was actually playing for real.”

Riri scoffed, hands on her hips. “Nigga, you got one move, and that shit barely work.”

Ty laughed, then hit her with something quick—a fake-out that had her losing balance. “My one move got yo ass stumbling right now. You better watch them ankles, Ri.”

Riri blinked, then burst out laughing. “Okay, you got it. But try that shit again, and I’m locking yo old ass up.”

You leaned against the patio railing, watching them go at it. They were all elbows, sneakers, and insults. But it worked for their dynamic.

And in the middle of it all, you kept your eyes on Riri, awaiting the moment she finally glanced your way.

You crossed your arms under your chest, pushing your boobs up higher, welcoming your spilling cleavage. Your skirt was riding up some more, and of course you let it—assisted it even.

You were dripping with intent, radiating want like heat off pavement, and you needed Riri to notice.

As if pulled by some unspoken force, her eyes flicked your way. Brief, like an afterthought—until it wasn't. She did a double take, gaze snapping back to you, locking in on your skin, your curves, the deliberate softness barely covered by your clothes. There was awe there, laced with disbelief, like she was seeing you for the first time and didn’t quite know what to do with it, the game with your brother no longer holding her attention.

You had her. Hook, line, and wide-open stare.

You didn't even bother hiding your smirk. Why would you? You were dressed for the role you wanted, now it was time to play it. And by the look in Riri’s eyes, dark and pulling, she was already halfway.

“Well, damn,” She muttered, low. Almost too quiet to catch.

But you caught it. You saw the way her mouth twitched into an intrigued smirk before Ty stepped into her line of sight and launched the ball dead at her chest. “Hell nah. Don't even think about it.”

“Whatchu mean?” Riri retorted, feigning confusion. Her eyes never left you, their glare refusing to let you exhale, her grin still curved and dangerous.

You watched Ty narrow his eyes, a warning flashing across his face—dead serious and in protective older brother mode. “Think I don’t see the way you eyeing my baby sister? I know you, Ri. And I’m telling you no. Fuck no. You not starting nothing with her.”

“Starting what?” Riri lifted a shoulder, all casual, amusement coating her words like this was all funny to her. “I’m just saying hi.”

She lifted her hand in a short wave, eyes glued to yours. And you waved back, slower, bolder—your gaze drifting down the length of her fingers.

Yeah… those fingers would do just fine.

You bit your lip, unable to suppress your ever-growing grin. Your cheeks burned hot, not with shame, but with fire. Thrill thrummed through your veins like static, alive and buzzing as you drank in the image of Riri. You didn’t even pretend to look away. You let her know exactly where you stood: opposite of everything Tyzen was saying.

You wanted her to start something.

Needed it like air.

•••

She didn’t look at you again for the next five minutes, not until you arched a brow in her direction, then turned on your heel and sauntered back toward the house. You knew exactly what you were doing. Knew your ass was practically begging for attention beneath that skirt, and knew Riri wouldn’t be able to ignore the invitation written in every step you took.

By the time you were clicking the door shut behind you, you caught her voice, weightless and nonchalant as she muttered something to Ty about needing to call her mom.

A weak excuse. But you didn’t care.

Whatever got her inside.

Once you were inside, the house felt still. Cool air, dim light, and that quiet hum of anticipation settled into your bones. You took your time on the couch, legs tucked just right, your glass of lemonade perched between your fingers like a prop you knew exactly how to use.

And Riri was right on your heels.

Her sneakers padded lightly over the wood floors as she walked in, slower now, like she was stalling for something she hadn’t admitted to herself yet. She didn’t notice you at first, just moved straight into the kitchen like she knew the layout by heart, because she did. She grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and leaned against the counter while she pulled out her phone.

You listened quietly as her voice lifted, caring and soft.

“Yeah, Ma… I’m still here. Probably for another hour, maybe two… yeah, I’ll be back in time. Promise.”

A pause, then a short laugh. “No, I’m not getting into anything. Just chillin.”

She hung up, set her phone on the counter, and let her weight shift against the kitchen island. That’s when her eyes finally landed on you, traveling up the length of your legs, all the way up your exposed skin until you two were staring at each other.

And just like that, the smirk was back—slow, wide, and full of intent.

You took a sip from your lemonade, straw between your lips as you held her gaze. Deliberate. Unbothered. Dangerous.

“Thought that lil line about calling your mom was a weak ass excuse to come see me,” You said, your voice smooth, head tilted slightly as you played with the straw. “But I respect it. Not lying on your moms like that.”

Riri didn’t take the bait—not directly.

Instead, she stepped a little closer, cocking her head, gold chain catching in the low light. “When you start dressing like that?”

You crossed your legs, slow and precise, your skirt shifting just enough. “I only dress like this when I know who’s coming over.”

Her lips parted like she had something smart to say, but all she managed was a quiet,

“You tryna get me in trouble?”

Your smile didn’t waver, it spread wider. “What if I am?”

The air stretched between you like a balloon threatening to pop. You could tell Riri wanted to say something reckless—do something worse…

Then the front door opened, and the balloon deflated, exhaling all the tension back into the air before returning to its original, boring shape.

Ty walked in, his expression already suspicious. He took one look at Riri, then at you, then back at Riri again before dropping onto the couch beside you like a man with a mission.

“Y’all real quiet in here,” he said slowly, settling in way too comfortably. “I ain't interrupting anything am I?”

You kept your face blank, and took another sip.

Riri just shook her head, that smirk now tucked behind her teeth as she crept over to the couch, dropping down on the other side of you. Her thigh brushed yours—light, unintentional on the surface—but she didn’t move away.

“Nah,” She hummed, grabbing the remote and flipping on the Bulls game, already halfway through. “Just got off the phone with Ma. We got dinner plans later, so y’all only got me for like another hour.”

She said it like it was nothing, eyes glued to the screen, but her body leaned ever so slightly in your direction, like gravity was playing favorites. And you could feel the warmth of her skin where it pressed into yours, barely there but impossible to ignore.

You sat in silence between them, enduring their cheers, screams, and over-the-top commentary through the last two quarters of the game. Normally, you would’ve dipped out, shut yourself in your room, ignored their loud-ass shenanigans. But not today.

Sitting next to Riri was part of the plan. Letting her thigh brush against yours, her palm rest on your bare skin when Tyzen was too caught up in the game to notice, that was the game you were watching.

The corners of your lips curled as her fingers crept higher, slow and shameless, inching closer to the heat between your legs. She hovered there, teasing, always on the edge of something more. Never quite touching, until the final buzzer sounded and the Bulls took the win.

Tyzen jumped up with a shout, arms thrown in the air. And in that moment, Riri slipped two fingers beneath your skirt, rubbing them against the soaked fabric of your panties. Brief, yet firm, just enough for you to become acquainted with the feeling.

It took everything in you not to cry out. Your breath lodged hard in your throat, thighs twitching, nerves stinging. And she knew it. She didn’t even look your way. Riri kept her eyes on the screen like nothing happened, save for the smug little grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Your heart was racing. Your plan was working like magic. Minimal effort, maximum effect, and you silently thanked whoever made Riri so damn easy to tempt.

You leaned back, watching as your brother walked her to the door, dapped her up, and exchanged their usual “see you laters.” But her focus wasn’t on him.

It was on you.

And of course, you gave her something to look at, letting your legs fall open so she could witness the growing wet stain on the fabric of your lacy panties. You held the pose for a beat, long enough to see her lick her lips before turning back to Ty, who still had his back to you.

“Aight, Ty. Ima see you,” She said, pulling him into a quick hug before heading out.

“Don’t be a stranger, Ri,” You called after her, all flirtation, sugar-sweet and dripping with suggestion.

She didn’t respond, but you caught the shake of her shoulders on the way out as she laughed to herself.

Ty shut the door, then turned to you with that big-brother face that said he knew something was up. And he wasn’t happy.

“I’m warning you right the fuck now,” He began, dead serious. “Whatever ideas you got that involve Riri, get that shit out your head. She’s family. Y’all better dead that shit. I’m not fucking playing.”

“I’m not fucking playing,” You mocked under your breath, rolling your eyes as you stood. “Go to hell, Tyzen.”

Like hell you were gonna listen. He should’ve known better than to waste his breath on you.

You sauntered off to your room, smug and satisfied, heat still pulsing between your legs, and Riri’s touch still lingering like a secret written on your skin.

•••

It was nearly 1 a.m., and sleep wasn’t even pretending to come.

You’d flipped your pillow three times, kicked off the blanket, dragged it back over your legs, rolled to one side, then the other. But the heat under your skin had nothing to do with the room. It was her. Still. Riri’s hands, her smirk, the way her fingers had pressed into you, melding with your wetness like they were supposed to be there. That shit had replayed in your head like your favorite song stuck on loop.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, screen lighting up your face in the dark, and stared at it for a few seconds before typing out the first thing that came to mind.

You: ty ain’t home

Simple. To the point. You knew what it meant. And so would she.

Then you waited. And waited.

Forty-five damn minutes passed. Long enough for you to talk yourself out of it twice, then back into it a third time. You tossed your phone onto the mattress with a groan, only to snatch it up the second it buzzed.

Riri: where he at?

You rolled your eyes, already feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward.

You: with his bm

Riri: oh aight

That was it. No follow-up. No movement. Just those two words and radio silence like she didn’t know exactly what the hell you were trying to say.

You tapped back into the chat and reacted to your original message with a little exclamation point. Emphasis, bitch. You knew she saw it.

A minute later:

Riri: okay, he ain’t home. what that mean? lol

You narrowed your eyes at your screen, giggling under your breath even though you were annoyed. She was being so irritating on purpose, and it was almost cute. Almost.

You took a deep breath, chewing your bottom lip before finally typing:

You: it means come over dummy🙄

There was a beat. Then her reply came in, slow, like a smirk in text form.

Riri: what i’m coming over for?

Oh, she knew. She knew and she was dragging it out, sucking every bit of patience you had straight to the surface.

You sat up, head falling back to your headboard with a groan, but you were grinning now, fully wrapped in her little game.

You: what other reason would i have to text you at damn near 2 in the morning? riri stop playing with me.

Another pause.

Riri: you was playing with me earlier. what, i don’t get a turn?

Your stomach fluttered.

She was still teasing, but her tone had shifted, something a little deeper in it now, something real. You could feel the change through the screen.

You: come over then. i promise you’ll get your turn.

You hit send and stared at the message, nerves and excitement warring in your bosom. The silence that followed was louder than anything. You laid back, phone on your chest, eyes on the ceiling, heart thudding.

She was coming, no confirmation text necessary.

•••

About fifteen minutes later, your phone lit up with a single text:

Riri: outside.

That was all it took.

You damn near flew down the stairs, bare feet silent on the wood. You’d done away with the oversized T-shirt you fell asleep in, swapping it out, instead, for something silkier, sexier—your short, satin nightgown. The material moved against your body like it had a motive. Just the right amount of skin, just enough reveal. You didn’t throw it on for comfort.

This was bait.

You paused at the door, hand on the knob, imitating the tact needed to play it cool. Then you cracked it open.

The night air rolled over your skin, light and dry, making your curls dance as the door swung wide. And there she was.

Riri stood just outside, one hand buried in the pockets of her grey sweats, the other gripping her backpack, holding it in place on her muscular shoulder. That black tank stretched across her chest in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. Her gold chain glistened, the little “R” pendant resting right at her collarbone like punctuation. She looked comfortable, casual, too casual for someone making this many waves in your system.

Her eyes dragged down your body languidly, stopping and lingering over everything you had exposed to her.

“Damn,” She said, that smirk creeping onto her lips. “You don’t leave nothing up to the imagination, do you?”

You raised a brow. “And yet somehow you still standing there imagining shit.”

That remark made her laugh, and you rolled your eyes. “This whole situation amusing you, huh?”

“Lil bit, yeah,” She said, not bothering to deny it. “You gon invite me in or…?”

“In a minute,” you murmured, leaning into the doorframe, voice lazy and sweet. “Need some time to remember what you look like before...”

She huffed a laugh, eyes dancing. You saw the way her fingers twitched in her pockets like she was resisting the urge to reach for you already. That cocky patience of hers was barely holding.

You gave her a slow once-over, letting your gaze linger unapologetically. “Sweats and a tank, huh? That’s what you wear to your 2 a.m. booty calls?”

Her brows lifted. “That what this is?”

“You showed up, didn’t you?”

“Who says I wasn't already on the way over? Maybe I had to handle something for your brother.”

“Mhmm,” You said, drawing the sound out. “And maybe I'm just wearing this because I ran out of clean laundry.”

She laughed again, scratching her nose a little. “You so full of shit.”

“Just like you, boo.”

That made her smile for real, and you stepped aside to let her in. You held out your hand, fingers open.

Riri didn’t hesitate, she just slid her hand into yours like it belonged there.

And without another word, you turned, leading her up the stairs, hips swaying, entrancing the shorter girl with every stride. Her hand stayed in yours the whole way, grip firm.

She was still smiling when you pushed open your bedroom door, and she stepped through, eyes dark and knowing.

•••

Your bedside lamp casted a gentle glow over the room, accentuating your shadow and Riri’s as you walked into the space.

She stepped inside behind you, locking the door with a quiet finality. Riri dropped her backpack onto the chair in the corner without a word, turning to look around your space like she hadn’t been in your room a thousand times before.

But this wasn’t the same room anymore. Not tonight.

You leaned against your dresser, arms folded just under your chest, nightgown sliding dangerously high up your thigh. You watched her as she stood there, hands in her pockets again like that could somehow keep her grounded.

“What’s in the bag, Ri?” You asked, voice dripping with mischief, head tilted in curiosity. You already had a feeling. And judging by the flicker of a smirk on her face, she knew you knew.

She hadn't answered right away, just looked over at you with that slow-burning kind of gaze that fried a hole through your skin.

And in true Riri fashion, she deflected, wandering toward your bed like she owned the place. “What would Ty think if he knew his little sister was texting me in the middle of the night like that? Using the fact that he with his kid to get me over here?”

You laughed under your breath, “I look like I give a fuck what Tyzen think?”

“No. You don't.” Riri sat down at the edge of your bed, legs spread slightly, arms resting on her knees like she was holding back. Her eyes dipped to the hem of your gown again, lingered, then snapped back to your face. “So what, you just couldn’t sleep?”

You walked towards her. Slowly, every step deliberate. “Couldn’t sleep,” You echoed, standing between her knees now, letting her fingers skim your silky nightgown. “Had a lot on my mind.”

Riri looked up at you, her breath cracking just slightly. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, letting your fingers trail lightly across her shoulder, then down her chest, just grazing that damn chain.

“Like what?”

“You.” You blew it jaggedly, the answer to her question full of air and unrelenting lust. “You were on my mind, Ri.”

The silence between you stretched again, electric and tightly wound. Her hands twitched where they rested on her thighs. She was barely holding on, and so were you.

Riri reached for you, wrapped a hot palm around the expanse of your thigh, pulling you closer with a famished grunt. “I need to know you're sure about this. Need you to know what you're starting.”

“Oh, I know what I’m starting, Ri,” You purred, letting your digits tangle in her thick curls. You yanked her neck back, your force rough and unapologetic, causing her to wince beneath you. “Question is… do you know what you’ve started? That you're not leaving this room until I’m done with you?”

That yanked another breathy grunt from her throat. Not really a laugh. Not quite a moan. But something that let you know she felt your words all the way through.

“Been thinking about you all day,” She admitted, finally, the words soft but heavy, like they cost her something to say. “Since earlier… since before earlier.

Her slender digits were traveling up your inner thigh now, like your core was calling them home, drawing them closer and closer like a magnet. “Thinking bout all that ass you been flashing me,”

“This pussy…” Eager fingertips found your soaked crotch, your wetness coating Riri’s hand. She began rubbing slow circles into your budding clit, coaxing a few rapid moans from between your parted lips. “Fuck. I should’ve known your nasty ass wouldn't have any panties on up under here.”

This time she did moan, and fuck was the desperate little noise glorious. “I been trying to be good, but damn, you make it so fucking hard, bruh.”

“Funny,” You tilted your head, mouth curling. “I been thinking something similar for the past five months you been gone. Except, I never planned to be good, never wanted to.”

You shoved her hard, making sure she landed smack dab in the middle of your mattress before straddling her hips. In a swift, skilled motion, you peeled your nightgown off, discarding it somewhere to the side, not caring. What you cared about was the girl trapped underneath you, practically drooling as she stared up at your naked figure.

“Jesus Christ…” Riri exhaled, forcing you to taste the hunger she breathed into the air.

You giggled, leaning down to drag your tongue up the length of her throat. Then you nibbled on her earlobe, lips brushing the shell of it as you whispered, “You were too fucking easy.”

Riri’s hands gripped your bare ass, fingers digging in as she bucked her hips up into you, her clothed crotch pressing right where you needed it. “I was easy? You were the one prancing around the house in that thong you insist on calling a skirt.”

“You folded during a Bulls game.” You quipped, eyes glittering.

She smacked your ass hard enough to make you screech. “You had your legs open.”

“You had your fingers under my skirt.”

You were grinning down at her now, still perched in her lap, shamelessly grinding against her, chasing friction like your life depended on it. “This little tit for tat we got going is hot and all, but we both know why I called you over here. I need to be fucked, Ri. Now.”

“So demanding,” She smiled deviously. “And vulgar too. Just like a nasty little slut..” She pulled you down, kissing you then, slow at first, but there was no tiptoeing now. No guessing. Just mouths parting, hands moving, heat rising between you like a fire finally fed. Your hands found her hair as her grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, closer, like the space between you was never meant to exist in the first place.

You were the one to break the kiss, breathless, your hands tugging at the fabric still separating you. Riri was still fully dressed, and it was starting to piss you off. “Take this shit off.”

“Get off me and I will.”

You rolled your eyes, but obliged. The two of you switched positions, and you gawked from below as Riri ridded her body of every article of clothing, including her briefs. Immediately, your gaze dropped to her pussy. Neatly trimmed and calling your name, beckoning you near.

You hadn't even noticed you were reaching for her until Riri stopped you. “Not yet.”

Her refusal caused you to groan.

“You never been told no before?” She chuckled, eyes gleaming as she hovered over you, clearly amused.

You stared up at her, deadpan, wearing a face that screamed what the fuck do you think?

Riri only shook her head, moving to kiss your neck and you whimpered. Her lips traced a path down your throat, over your collarbone, dragging heat in their wake. It was deliberate. Reverent. She was finally taking what she’d been eyeing all night.

You arched under her touch, skin prickling as the cool air met warm flesh. Her mouth followed, and when it closed around your right nipple, your breath caught hard, hips bucking up into nothing, a quiet moan slipping out before you could stop it.

“You getting shy on me baby?” She teased, returning to suckle your left breast next.

You slid your fingers into her hair, tugging harshly, just enough to make her exhale against your skin. “I don’t even know what that word means.”

“Reckless girl…” Riri muttered, eyeing you with menacing intent.

You laughed, but it melted fast when her hand slipped between your legs, sliding over your throbbing, attention starved clit. “Riri… please.”

She hissed, “Damn baby, you wet as fuck…”

The wonder in her voice served as motivation, “Yeah, no shit,” You spat, already breathless, already unraveling. “You took forever.”

Riri didn't reward you with a worded response, instead, she let her digits do the talking. Her middle finger ran up the length of your wet folds, rousing, hovering at your crying entrance before sinking in, deep.

A whine sprung free, loud and reverberating, and you thanked the heavens your mother was a heavy sleeper. Riri’s slow strokes were plucked straight from your dreams, a thing you'd imagined, but never thought you'd get the chance to live. She let her fingers slip through you, slow and firm and devastatingly good. You were moaning, a mess splayed out beneath her. Your hips lifted off the bed, reaching for more.

Her thumb circled your swollen nub, her fingers slipped in and out of your soaked cunt, and the pressure built fast, like your body had been holding this tension for days instead of hours.

You were abusing Riri’s curls, pulling and fisting every strand as you felt your climax build in your deepest depths.

“Riri… right t-there! Don't fucking stop! Don't!”

She didn't. If anything, she got more focused, her eyes locked on your face like she wanted to watch the moment you fell apart for her. “This all I needed to do to get yo ass to act right? Hmm?”

You didn't respond because you couldn't.

She smiled, “You look so fucking good right now baby, all stuffed with my fingers,” She pulled them out momentarily, eyes transfixed on the way your slick coated the digits. “Sound good too. So loud for me, so messy.”

Riri splashed around in your sopping cunt, coaxing your orgasm nearer and nearer with her rapid thrusts and sinful words. You would say she didn't know what she was doing to you, but she did, wholeheartedly. And you knew she'd keep going, keep fucking you hard and deep until you were weeping, and begging her to stop.

“Wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

You hummed, plastering a dazed smile across your mouth, “You know I fucking do.”

“So mouthy, baby,” Riri whispered, her wet lips traveling the length of your abdomen, making their way down, down, down. “Can't wait to shut you up again with my tongue.”

Your breathing was already ragged, your legs already twitching as her mouth ghosted lower, teasing just above where you needed her most. Her wet hands pushed your legs apart, spreading them with no hesitation. You watched her eyes roll the moment she heard a soft squish erupt from your wet pussy as your thighs separated for her, felt her breathy moan kiss your sweaty flesh as she moved her mouth closer to your heaving cunt.

You tried to say something smart, another slick comment, another jab, but the words got caught in the back of your throat the second her tongue flicked out, attacking your clit with haste.

All at once, your sass collapsed into a gasp, your hand flying up to grab onto something, anything, needing something to anchor you in this moment. But Riri didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t let you settle, she kept going, kept tasting you like she had all night and nothing else to do.

Riri’s mouth attacked your aching pussy, latching on to your clit, breathing you in like a woman drowning, and starved for oxygen. She slurped and sucked, drinking all of your juices as you thrashed above her.

She paused for half a second, lips slick, eyes gleaming. “Still got something to say?”

You wanted to smack her, just a little. Just to remind her who she was dealing with. But violence would have to wait.

She was making you feel too good. Your orgasm was clawing its way up, hot and heavy, and there was no stopping it now.

The wet sounds of her tongue lapping you up, her hungry growls vibrating against your skin. It was all so obscene, and it was everything. Riri wasn’t just trying to make you come. She was consuming you, like she needed you to live.

And fuck, she was getting off on it too.

You could feel it in the way her hands trembled, in how she rutted subtly against the mattress with every moan that tore out of your throat. This wasn’t just about you. The way your voice broke on her name, the way your body writhed under her mouth, it was all pushing her to the edge, too.

If the tension in her frame meant anything, Riri was going to come right along with you.

And fuck, that thought alone almost finished you.

“Ri, baby, I’m close. S-So close…” You whined, fucking her face with your slippery cunt.

And she didn't shy away. Riri quenched her thirst with pools of your slick juices, suckling harder on your sore little nub, trying to bring you closer. “Me too baby. Come in my mouth, make me take that shit.”

You howled, the sound dragged raw from the pit of your stomach as your vision blurred, then vanished completely, eyes rolling back, going white with the force of it. You couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. All you could do was feel.

And fuck, did you feel it.

Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, relentless and overwhelming, tearing through your senses like a storm. Your toes curled, locked in place, your body trembling as you rode it out, desperate to hold onto the high for as long as possible. You didn’t want it to end. You weren’t ready to let it go.

You were gone, so out of it that you didn’t even realize Riri was coming too, twitching between your thighs as her own orgasm sucked her under. But she’d come up before you had. And now, she was murmuring something low, lips brushing your inner thigh, her hand smoothing over your stomach like she was trying to coax you back to earth.

Trying to remind you you were still here.

Still hers.

“Baby? You good?” Her voice was muffled, faint in your ringing ears, but you heard it.

You managed a weak nod, barely able to make out her drenched face through your blurred vision, and she chuckled.

“You never squirted like that before, huh?” She sounded confident in her accusation, and you wanted to slap that smug smirk right off her face.

But she was right, and you let her know, “No… f-first time…”

“I can tell. I never came from just eating pussy either. Guess we both got firsts tonight.”

You grinned wide, finally able to take in just how soaked her face really was, like she’d laid there and let you waterboard her on purpose. She looked satisfied as hell, licking her lips slowly, chest jumping as she tried to catch her breath.

You smirked, voice syrupy and bold. “Don’t tell me you a one-nut wonder, Ri. That’d be… disappointing.”

Riri huffed a little laugh, shaking her head as she peered down at you, wonder stricken by your tenacity. “You really think that?”

You shrugged, smirk still sitting pretty on your lips. You weren’t backing down.

Your gaze followed her lazily as she stepped off the bed, sauntering toward the chair where she’d dropped her backpack earlier. Her eyes were glinting, mischief written all over her face as she picked it up and walked it back over to you.

“Still wanna know what I got in here?” Riri asked, voice steeped in trouble.

Your laugh was one you could not swallow, it’s intensity causing you to topple over into your mattress, cheeks blazing, and your stomach bubbling with excitement.

Your laugh broke out before you could stop it, loud and bright, your the quiet room. You collapsed back into your pillows, cheeks flushed, stomach flipping with anticipation.

You already knew you were in for it.

You couldn’t fucking wait.

•••

“Knew you’d be tight, but god f-fucking damn, b-baby…”

You were on top of her, riding her specialty strap like there was no tomorrow. Your thighs were burning, a thick, sticky ring of cum already gathered at the base of the toy, but you refused to relent. The stretch was too good, the girthy member spreading your walls wide as you took her, over and over again at your own pace.

Of course Riri wasn’t helping. She just gripped your hips, holding you there, letting you do all the work while her eyes dragged over your body, half-lidded but locked in. Watching you bounce on her dick like she was committing it to memory. Like the show was just for her.

You hated how much that turned you on. Hated how smug she looked, how languid her touch was, like she knew you’d ride her regardless. And she wasn’t wrong.

So you’d given yourself a new mission: Break her chill exterior and make her lose it completely. Make her beg for release just like you had.

And judging by the way her grip on your waist kept tightening… maybe you were getting close.

“Yeah? My pussy feel good wrapped around that big dick, don't it, Ri?” You flipped your hair to the side, eyes penetrating her soul as you grinded down harder, more fervent than before.

Shit this was good. No, it was fucking fantastic. Your third orgasm was clawing its way out, so close you could taste its flavor all over your tongue.

Riri was a mess beneath you, whimpering louder than you now. Her thumbs dug into your lower back, leaving heat in their wake as she clung to you. She was rutting up into you, her thrusts syncing perfectly with your relentless grind. The both of you were chasing the same wild and wordless sensation.

“Shit, y-yeah. Too damn good. Fin- Finna bust in this pretty pussy baby… mmm.”

That declaration made you clench around her, strangling her dick with your gushing, wet walls. But Riri fucked up into you anyway, working against your restriction. God, you could combust right here, right now.

“Play with your titties for me.” Her voice was a rasp that hardly existed.

You obeyed without reluctance, lifting your palms from her damp abdomen to tug on your puffy nipples. You groaned immediately at the contact, hips jerking forward on Riri’s pelvis. You were dripping now, clenching tighter with every movement as you climbed toward something holy, chasing relief like it owed you salvation.

“Baby… I’m finna come, finna come inside baby shit…” She was delirious, “Keep showing off for me. Please, please, please don't stop.”

You couldn't help the way your lips flicked. God this girl was soo easy to test. But you loved it. You continued fondling your breasts and tweaking your nipples, moaning all the while. Your attentive buds had always been so extra sensitive.

“You wanna come in me?” You picked up your pace, fully aware of how close she was to the edge. Your well-used cunt clenched in anticipation, eager to welcome every drop of what she was about to give you.

“Mhmm! Wan– Wanna–”

You leaned forward, cradling her sweaty throat in your palm… and squeezed. “Beg for it.”

Defiance flared in her eyes, and you could tell Riri wanted to rebut, but the way you held her neck in your grip barred any chance of that happening.

And she had no choice but to adhere.

“Let me come in this tight pussy, ma. I’m begging you. Let me fill your hole up, please. I need to fuck it back into you when it starts to spill out… baby… I-I, I need– please...”

Blubbering and pathetic. Just how you liked your women.

You smirked, you knew it would take nothing to tip her over now. She was practically crying as she struggled to hold it in.

But you weren't quite done with her yet.

You were slamming down onto her dick, hard and rough like you like it, strangling her, restricting her airway as you edged yourself again and again.

And then you let her go, allowing her to take her first breath of air in minutes, before whispering, “Fuck me from the back and nut in me, Ri.”

Riri didn’t need to be told twice. In seconds, she had you flipped onto your stomach, her grip firm and unrelenting as she manhandled you into place, your face buried in the pillows, the scent of your own skin and sweat surrounding you, hips yanked up until your ass was arched and begging.

“Shit…” She hissed, reacclimating her strap to the warmth of your hole.

You barely had time to catch your breath before she started moving, like she knew the exact angle that would have you clenching the sheets and biting down on a moan. “Fuck me Ri, fuck meeee… ju-st like th-at!”

“Like this, ma? This how you wanted it?”

You whined agreement, knees beginning to buckle.

“You not giving up on me yet, right baby? We not done.”

Riri slammed into you, once, twice, three times before you felt her hot seed settle into your entrance, warming your body all over. But she didn't stop fucking her mess deep into you.

Your orgasm followed just seconds after hers. Quicker than the last, but slower in how it bloomed through you. It rolled over every nerve ending like it was dragged by gravity, heavy and hot, stretching the moment into something endless. Your limbs went limp, and for a second, it felt like time cracked open and spilled out.

“Wish you could see how fucking messy you are right now, you're dripping.” She was still gliding in and out of you, like she physically could not stop—she couldn't let your pussy go. “So filthy.”

You gasped, too fucked out to stop her, not really wanting her to stop anyway. “Fuck it back into me, Ri. Make me take it.”

You didn't need to see her face to know she wore her signature smirk on her mouth, already granting your request without a sliver of hesitation. “God baby, you look so pretty when you full… need to keep you like this. Full of me. Full of you. Shit…”

•••

Minutes passed, maybe hours. You couldn’t really tell. Somehow, you were waking, eyes breaking open from what felt like the deepest sleep. Your limbs were heavy, your body sore in the best, most sinful way. You were warm, wrapped in sheets and skin, the faintest scent of sex still lingered in the air.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

Riri’s voice drifted over you like a hug you didn’t ask for, but most certainly needed after the shit she put you through. You smiled without thinking, full grin, lazy and genuine.

She didn’t let it slide.

“Not you grinning when you hear my voice. Ego boost.”

“Girl, shut the hell up.” You giggled, turning your face toward her, cheek pressed into the pillow.

“You sleep okay?”

“Mhmm.”

She was already watching you, one hand kneading your ass like she wasn’t yet finished with you. Like she’d never be done. But the suggestion in her eyes was quiet now. She looked thoughtful. And a little hesitant.

“So,” She started, fingers still moving, “Not to

bombard you with the ‘what are we’ question, but…”

You blinked at her, fully awake now. “You say as you bombard me with the ‘what are we’ question.”

“I just wanna know what this means for us. You telling me you wouldn't wanna know what we are after the way we just fucked?”

“Riri–” You began, but she cut you off.

“And I don’t wanna lie to Ty,” She added, a little quieter. “He’s my best friend. You know how it is. But I’m not gonna act like this didn’t happen. Or like I don’t want it to happen again. I want it to keep happening.”

You rolled onto your side, facing her completely. “You think I regret this?”

Riri shrugged, but there was something vulnerable in the way she avoided your eyes. “You always been good at acting like shit don't phase you, so.”

“Only when it’s shit I don’t want,” You said simply. “And I want this, I want you. We’ll just... deal with Tyzen when the sun comes up.”

That got her to smile again. Not cocky this time. Just soft. Real.

You leaned in and kissed her, slow and steady, with none of the urgency from earlier. It wasn’t about wanting. It was about having.

And when you both finally pulled away, bodies entangled beneath the covers, you let the silence hold you for once.

No teasing. No biting. No banter.

Just the two of you, breathing in sync.

Sleep found you like that—arms wrapped around each other, legs locked, your satisfied grin still tucked into her collarbone.

Tomorrow could come whenever it wanted.

Tonight, you had her.

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you don't even know

pairing: stem•riri ᢉ𐭩 black!fem•reader

background: you and riri have been in a situationship for longer than either of you'd like to admit. when one of you decides that you no longer want to play this game of tug-of-war, it creates a rift in your dynamic. this tension creates distance & avoidance between the two of you--moreso on her end. the 2 of you still attend an non-cancelable trip to Cayman Islands and revisit what led you here in the first place. contains: angsty fluff, dramaaaaa, smut(18+), mary jane, passion, strap!kink, n!pple!play, girl just--filth. taglist: @dejaonline @kisskourt @inmyheadimobsessed @saintwrld @sapphicvqmpires @koffeesfancy @naomis-daydream @euph0ricx0 @icespiceluvr

note: it has been.. forever and a day, hey y'all! been inspired + in the mood to write lately, so this is a cute re-introduction preview <3 there are many more ideas where that came from. writers & readers + ovulation week unite!!!

Walking over to the draped, gliding patio doors, you part the sheer, sangria-red drapes and clip them to their hooks, exposing all morning shadows with the early morning sunlight. You developed a keen morning routine to stabilize your state of mind, but somehow waking up on an island did half the work for you.

You step out onto the balcony, hot cup of ginger tea in hand, taking in the crisp, dawn air, and observe all the beauty around you. You were always swarmed in work, and as much as you loved what you did, it was nice to be away from it for a little bit.

You sat cross-legged on the balcony and placed your tea cup down beside you & took down the perfectly pearled j you rolled for yourself from behind your ear. Nothing paraded through your ear canals but the sound of the lighter flick & the breeze blowing the waters as you drew a long smoke and french inhaled.

As relaxed as you began to get, you were constantly disrupted by the rolling in your stomach, anxiety controlling the functions of your organs.

You & Riana Williams— this back and forth. You'd had enough. I mean, there wasn't anything stopping the two of you from being together. Well-- nothing but your fear. She was perfect. You never met someone who mirrored your energy, who charmed you, who encouraged you as much as she did. The answer seemed more than clear. Yet, any time the conversation of commitment arose, it'd be left fallen onto deaf ears.

You wanted to give her commitment--you wanted to be with her. But you couldn't help to wonder; How does she even know? That this--you-- were what she really wanted? That you'd even be what she expected of a girlfriend? You'd only been close to being in love one time, and when it ended, it almost destroyed you. So you stayed buried in your work. No idle time to have your mind running rampant.

You tried to explain over and over, in each way that you could. To get her to understand you were physically not sure if this was something you could take on. All it sounded like to her was excuses.

And it drew you apart. She started being cold, distant. Your sweet, sweet baby, slipping through your fingers like the sand grains that made up this beach in front of you. Not a smile, not a 'baby', nada. You deserved it. Though, no matter how much she kept guarded, you could see the hurt in her eyes. Not only did you no longer want to drag her along, but the thought of no longer having her in your life made you want to vomit.

You drew another pull, ghosting this time, and closed your eyes. You were here on this beautiful island, and the only thing that inhabited the cabin air was hard, cold tension. All you wanted was to hear her say your name. To kiss you softly. To rest her gentle touch on you--over you. The more you visualized, the more it felt real.

You open your eyes and are met with taps on the shoulder from the small girl, who you perceived to still be in slumber. You shuddered at the almost foreign-feeling contact.

"Hey." She shortly began. "Good morning. We gotta start getting dressed, everybody's heading down to the lobby."

Without awaiting your response or acknowledgement, she turns over her shoulder to go back inside.

You quietly sighed in emotional pain. If you were honest, you weren't up for being around a bunch of other couples today. You wanted to enjoy your trip, but at what cost. Your misery without Ri's normal over-attentiveness stripped all of your enthusiasm. You decided this was the end.

"Hey, can we talk?" You leaned up against the side of the balcony door frame, spliff still in hand, arms and ankles crossed. You actually didn't know how much more of this you could take.

Ri stopped in her tracks and turned around to face you, raising her eyebrows, awaiting whatever circle of a conversation the two of you were getting ready to get into this time.

"Wassup?" She asks, her voice decorated with nonchalance.

You began to fidget, fighting to construct the words to express how you felt. You didn't want to be insensitive to her feelings, but if you held in any more words, you were sure to begin to choke on them.

Her eyes, which were once dull and annoyed, begin to twinkle as she scanned your figure. Your curly ginger fro was wild all over, just how she liked it. Your grey crew-neck WKNDA University sweatshirt, custom cut by you, hung off your shoulder, exposing your golden brown skin and pretty collarbone. Your navy blue, spandex shorts hugged your hips and outlined your frame. And when she got back to your face--God, your gorgeous face-- her knees began to buckle. Your dark brown eyes, sheltered with such long, pretty eyelashes, your perfect, pouty lips, your heart-shaped head.

But seeing all your pretty features orchestrate into expressions of sadness, made her want to curse whoever created boundaries.

She wanted to say fuck it, and fall right back into you. But how could she then be taken seriously? She wanted to feel valued, like you wanted her, without question. She got being scared, but how could your fear precede your love, when she'd gladly risk crashing and burning if it meant she got to love you?

She wanted you to want her, to need her. Without anymore of her personal influence.

"I don't like this," you began.

"Don't like..?" Ri pretended to act clueless, just to really make you say exactly what you meant.

"This!" You move your pointer finger back and forth in-between you two. "This awkwardness, this--emptiness.."

She looks around at something to focus on before settling on the ground. It'd be easier to stand firm in her decisions without looking you in the eye.

"I don't know what to say." She says as a bone-chilling silence follows.

How could this be? You ALWAYS knew what to say.

"Say something," You plead. "Anything."

Her text-tone went off, a text-tone you had never heard before, making you furrow your eyebrows in intrigue. She raised her phone up to her gaze, her phone light highlighting her stern-features. She walked up to you without breaking eye-contact with her phone, taking the spliff out of your hand and drawing a pull. She exhaled the long smoke, sure to blow out of your direction and plainly replied,

"They're waiting downstairs."

She puts the smoke out on the cabin wall before turning to leave and dropping it in the ashtray on the kitchen island counter.

"Who was that, who just texted you?" You began to follow her. You had an idea of who it could be.

"Morgan." She replies, still attempting to leave.

You run past her and block the door.

"Are you serious?" You frantically scan her face, waiting for her to give you the punchline, though you knew it'd never come.

She looked away and your acrylic nailed fingers forced her jaw to turn and face you. She shuddered under the touch, jaw clenching in your hand.

Morgan was someone who’d been hanging around your friend group. A friend of a friend. A friend who’d been getting rather close to Riana, and whereas you don’t normally get jealous easily, you couldn’t help but to notice her holding more and more of her attention.

“Oh is that your girlfriend now?” You asked, semi-joking, semi-serious.

She dropped her head in reaction to a low belly chuckle. “No, she is not my girlfriend. And neither are you.”

Ouch. Fair.

“I know,” you back down, using your best attempts not to be a hypocrite. “You two just seem to be spending an awful amount of time together.”

She stepped closer to you, now backing you up into the wall.

“You gonna do something about it?” She says lowly, teasingly, staring directly through your pupils.

Your entire body heated up, simultaneously as any response you could’ve given froze and melted away in your brain.

Through a smirk, she scoffed. “Thought so. Now if you could excuse me,” She placed her hand on your waist in an attempt to move you out of her pathway, and a low moan involuntarily slipped out of your mouth.

“Baby..” You whined, grabbing her wrist. “Please.”

She borderline-snatched her hand away from you and took 2 swift steps back.

“See– that, why do you do that?” Ri shook her head as if she was trying to shake any lingering thought of you out.

“What am I doing?!” You threw your hands up in defeat, seemingly truly clueless.

“You keep drawing me into you and winding me back up, just so you can tell me you don’t want to be with me–” You cut her off, hoping to put this rumor to bed once and for all.

“I DO want to be with you, I’ve always wanted to be with you–” You step forward enough to replace the space she created.

“So why aren’t we together then, Y/N/N?” She asks, irritation lacing her voice.

Your eyes began quickly to fill up with tears as you felt your frustration and fear begin to rise to the top again.

“I’m just–scared,” You start fidgeting again, eyes shifting around the room.

“Scared of what?!” She threw her hands up, tired of hearing the same thing.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, I love you,” You say sincerely, the shakiness vibrating your vocal chords.

“Look at me, baby!” She 4-finger points to her chest, putting her vulnerability under the spotlight. The young engineer’s eyes begin to water and streak down her pretty, plump cheeks. “I’m already there. Hurting. Burning. For you.”

You knew it was selfish. To demand her attention, her affection, when you yourself told her she was free to do what she pleased. But it was only to let her know that she was not a caged animal and she was not your property. But you couldn’t help but to think you were making a mistake that would very soon–if not already– be irreversible.

Hearing her exclaim her feelings for you so passionately ignited something in you that you’d been avoiding for a long time. It was at that moment you realized that no amount of ‘safety’ would protect your heart from the pain you would experience being without her. If she could endure such ache and still have the space to be warm, gentle, and kind, you could too. After all, that is what you truly wanted.

“And I feel like I’m burning all by myself. I feel like I deserve more than that.” She swiftly wipes her tears and picks her things back up to head out.

You take her things out her hand and slip her opened button-down, down her shoulders.

“Stay,” You plead softly, slightly above a whisper.

“No, Y/N, I can’t keep doing this.” Verbally, she fought, but physically she was crumbling under your touch.

“I want to be with you.” You start.

“Y/N,” She begins, ready to dismiss it.

“I want to be committed to you. Only you. I was being foolish, I know this now.” You admit, chipping away at all walls you may have previously built.

Her glossy eyes looked at you with longing, wanting so badly to believe you.

“I’m burning, too.” Each word you spoke hooked onto the strings of her aching heart. “And I hate that I ever made you feel like I was ever watching from outside the furnace.”

And so she began to fall again. Into you, with no regard for precautionary function, as promised.

“I’m sorry,” You began to sob, and she held you close to her chest, softly hushing your cries.

Keeping one arm wrapped around your torso, she slid her other hand up the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your curly mane and pulling your head back, kissing you soft and deep. You shut your eyes, feeling a wave of relief and fulfillment wash over your body.

Her touch made tears flow more rapidly through your shut eyes. You moaned in each other’s mouth, the two of you yearning for one another’s embrace all the same.

She released her lips from yours, giving you traveling kisses down your neck, and around those collarbones she so-loved to see exposed. Quickly, your aching love began to alchemise into arousal. You wrapped your arms around her neck and without taking her lips off of you, she picks you up and places you around her hips, walking you over to the orange loveseat placed in the common area.

Sitting on the couch, she placed you straddling onto her lap, still attacking your skin with her lips, rolling her tongue all over you. One hand rested above your ass, the other hand wrapping around your neck like a necklace, pulling you in for another, slow, sloppy kiss. Your hips bucked in excitement, your erect nipples poking out of your thick sweatshirt.

She takes heed to the cues your body gives and pulls and slips your top up and over your head, exposing your small, perky breasts. She lets out a shaky breath at the sight of you, as if it was the first time. She took one of your erect nipples into her warm mouth, softly sucking, tugging, nibbling on it. Raising her pointer finger and thumb up to your parted mouth, she lubricates them with your saliva and rolls them around your other nipple.

“Mmm,” A soft moan escaped through your lips, feeling every sensation. She knew your body so well. So intentional with every move.

You held the back of her head as she made figure 8’s with her tongue, moving her with the motion. With a final tug, she popped the small button out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting it and her lips. She scans your torso/chest one more time before bringing her gaze back up to your face, adorned with pleasure.

“You look so fucking good, ma.” Ri expressed fervently. You smiled brightly, studying her hungry facial expressions, knowing what the two of you had gotten yourselves into.

She reaches down and presses her thumb through the outside of your soaking shorts, which were now clinging to your center.

“Oh,” She breathed out in surprise. “This can’t all be from just now..”

“I missed you.” You confess, leaving a lingering stare into her eyes.

Her gaze softened up, in what felt like a bit of pity as well as guilt. She didn’t regret setting boundaries, but she felt she’d been a bit harsh. She hated being like that with you. It had been hard on her too. She didn’t truly intend to make you suffer.

“I hate fighting. I don’t want to fight anymore,” You told her, feeling the waves of your emotions start to gear back up.

“I know baby, I do too.” And there she went. Your sweetheart. Soft, gentle, sensitive–to you. I’m sorry for being a jerk.”

“You don’t have to apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong,” You assure her.

“I do.” She lays you on the couch and slides your bottoms off, spreading you open, exposing your glistening center. She teases you, kissing down your thighs, all around your labia majora, and minora, softly placing grazing kisses onto your clitoris.

Each kiss she places, you twitch underneath. Gasping at the contact of her lips and your soiled skin. Pinning your thighs back to your chest, she fully opens you up, making room for her to begin her devouring. She tongue kisses your clit, gently tugging at the end of each kiss.

You began to see stars, overwhelmed by bliss. You didn’t even care for head until she got to you. Each mouth movement from her felt like true, bodily worship. And even now, it was all the more intense. She was apologizing.

“Ri,” You drew her name out, back arching off of the soft surface where your body laid.

She moaned in bliss in your center, taking in all your sweet, sticky flavor.

“Yes, baby,” She rose to speak, and back into you she swam in the depths of your overflowing sea.

She was so sweet, so gracious. It drove you insane, how well she could send you into overdrive with her words alone, nevermind touch.

She hungrily rocked her flattened tongue against your soft spot, holding your legs in place still, gold-grandfather ring decorating her right hand, which was currently digging into the skin of your thighs. You gripped the plush couch so tight, your fingernails began to perforate the threads and fabrics. You lifted your head to watch her at work, and the sight of it was entirely too much to bear.

“Ooh, shit,” You cried out, attempting to close your legs, but her grip was far too strong. It was too much, and simultaneously you could not get enough.

“Mm, mm” She hummed, in a no, tone, inside of you. “I’m not finished.”

“I can’t,” You cried. If she went any longer, you’d combust.

“But you taste so good, princess.” She praised you. “Just a little more, please.” She pleaded, making you weak with her tone of eagerness. How could you deny her?

She continued to attack your clit, slyly slipping in two fingers, one of which carried that ring you loved to see her wear.

“Fuck!” Your cries continued as the genius doubled your sensation, slowly massaging your walls with her length. She pumped steadily into you, bringing out more of your liquid with each drawback. Before it could fully slide down your split, it was already into her mouth and flowing down her throat.

“Oh my god,” You breathed out watching the love of your life in all her raw, raunchy filth that you so deeply enjoyed. Grabbing a handful of her crisp, white undershirt, you pull her up to your lips and kiss her, transferring the taste of your pleasure off her lips and onto yours.

She smiled that gorgeous smile, wearing a look of pride, knowing how well of a job she had just done. Pulling away, she grabs her harness out of her bag, placed at the side of the couch, slips it on and tightens it to her hips.

Your eyes widen, with both fear and excitement. This was the one thing the two of you have never done. You were trying to keep sanity in the midst of your denial, and you knew that that would be the thing to end you.

But you were now at the deep end of the pool. And you were no longer concerned about consequences. You wanted the full immersive experience, as her girlfriend.

“Come here,” She instructed you, pulling you onto her lap once again.

You reached behind you and teased your aching hole with her length, slipping it in between your folds before slowly sliding down onto her.

“Mmmm,” You moaned out, feeling your insides become fully occupied, beginning to regret your decision. As usual, she read you immediately.

“You got it, baby.” She affirmed you, putting the battery in your back.

She grabbed a handful of your ass, carrying your weight slowly and sliding you up and down her shaft, adjusting you to her size.

“Ri, it’s so much,” Your eyes began to well up again.

“Look at me,” She demanded. You looked down at her face, decorated with pure passion and lust. “You need me to stop?”

You whimpered out in response, unable to sufficiently respond. She slid you down as far as possible, demanding your focus.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

“No, don’t stop,” You begged. “I need you.” The more you got comfortable, the more you were in control. You began to bounce in her lap, arms extended past both her ears, over the backrest, leaning into her.

Her eyes widened at attention, bottom lip trapped by her top row of teeth, watching you bounce ferociously on her strap.

Watching you beg for her, yearn for her, how she desperately wanted all this time, had her sticking together. Her chest heaved up and down, watching you move, each hair follicle, each droplet of sweat. Hearing you scream, cry, plead for her touch, her attention was sending her straight into overdrive.

At the same time, it infuriated her. Why now? Why did she have to put you through the ringer, bring you to your boiling point, just to then bring you to your knees? Did she take you for a fool? Had you been one?

She bear-hugged you, pinning you, thrusting her hips up into you, knocking your g.

“Oh fuck, Ri, please,” You began your complaining.

“Shut up.” She spat, leaving you whining in defeat.

Each stroke felt personal. Like she was talking through you. Pure emotion— rage even. Frustration. She was frustrated. Fed up with you, and the way you act so clueless, like you had no idea how much of an effect you had on her.

Grinding into each other, you were scratching, pulling, biting, clawing at each other. You couldn’t get close enough. And it was clear Riana was taking her frustrations out on you. And it hurt so good.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Slowing down your riding, you were back to longing for her forgiveness.

She sent a stinging smack up against your rear. “I don’t want to hear it.”

The more you rode, the more incoherent your responses became. You quickly realize it’d probably be better to stop responding, before you got into more trouble.

Your hands on her chest, she pulls your head back by your hair, still digging into you, her thumb circling your center.

You let it out a sizzling breath, fighting to conceal your noise.

“This what you wanted, right?” She taunted you. “Take it.”

“Uhhhh, Ohhh” Your moans began to stack and fall over each other, and began to cream onto the toy and all over her lap. You started to feel hazy and delirious, high off the fuck she was giving you.

You hoisted yourself up onto your feet and placed your hands on her knees to hold you up, spread open in front of her, riding out the rest of your high.

Caught off guard, low grunts escaped her lips, enticed by the way you turned up.

It was your turn to talk your shit.

“You feel so good inside me, mami, fuck,” The lewd thoughts begin to announce themselves. “I’m yours, I’m all yours.”

“Y/N,” She breathed out, watching you slide so swiftly into her, titties bouncing in a hypnotizing rhythm. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“I can’t stop.” You spoke through grit teeth, purposefully overstimulating yourself. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou..”

“Cum with me,” She encourages you, and you oblige.

You arrive at the same time, passionately kissing once again, holding each other in what felt like a slip knot of an embrace. When you finally part, you take each other in, studying each movement, grateful to be back intertwined with one another again.

“You really did miss me, huh?” Riri taunts once again.

You don’t even mind her teasing. Anything to have your sweet baby back. You just softly smiled and replied,

“You don’t even know.”

#Spotify #riri williams #riri wiliams x reader #riri x y/n #black panther #fem x reader

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prettymrswright · 4 months ago

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WHEWWWWWW FUCK! Why is she so damn fineee?!?!? THE DUALITY OF A WOMAN 😩😮‍💨

#ooohhh shit #she found it

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prettymrswright · 4 months ago

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WHEWWWWWW FUCK! Why is she so damn fineee?!?!? THE DUALITY OF A WOMAN 😩😮‍💨

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prettymrswright · 4 months ago

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Talk to Me

pairing: masc!riri ✘ black!plussize!fem!reader

summary: after breaking up with your girlfriend, all you want is to be comforted by your best friend. and you are... just not in the way you'd imagined.

word count: 1.5k

contains: smut (18+) best friends to lovers, praise (riri is actually sort of nice for once), size!kink, breeding!kink, choking, strap!riri, dirty talk

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: this ain't the riri y'all are waiting on, but it's the riri you're getting. take it or leave it. enjoy, mwah mwah! aight, bye!

“Put it in Ri,” You whined, breath hitching as you felt the tip of her strap nudge your wet clit again. She was playing with you. Like you were her toy. Though you supposed in this very moment—in this very position—legs elevated, knees on either side of your ear, toes aimed toward the heavens—you were her toy. You were hers to tease and provoke.

Riri chuckled, biting her lip chillingly as she rammed into your awaiting hole without warning, and you moaned out, breathless. “I did.”

Swiftly, she began rocking in and out of your heated chasm, giving you almost no time to acclimate to her girth. This strap design was different than you were used to. Bigger. Better.

“Tell me that shit feel good.” She fucked you deep, long strokes sending seismic waves of pleasure through your core, the feeling building and stacking on top of itself as it was evenly dispersed throughout your body. You felt it in your stomach, surging through your arms, thighs, shins, all the way down to your curling toes.

But you were bereft of words.

A desperate gurgle flew past your lips as Riri’s dick brushed against your nerves. Not a response to her command, but it was all you had, too blissed out from the feel of being stretched and fucked into your soaked mattress.

“Come on baby, tell me how good I feel inside you,” Riri leaned forward, attaching her lips to your blemished neck, sucking on the abused skin. “You wanted me inside, now I am. So tell me how good I’m stretching you. Tell me it's big.”

You whimpered, allowing her lust charged words and the sloppy, sticky sounds coming from your cunt to heighten your arousal.

She did feel good inside you, soooo fucking good. Giving your tight, aching pussy exactly what she’d been wanting for. Your eyes were blown, lips parted as desperate moans exploded from the pits of your belly. Your senses were flooding with pleasure you’d never foreseen yourself knowing, fingernails burrowed into Riri’s back, disturbing the flesh there. You were overcome with every delightful sensation known to man, showering in buckets of the stuff.

But how were you to voice that with anything other than sounds of ecstasy?

“You not gon talk to me, pretty?” She grunted in between strokes, her warm exhale stinging your already steaming skin. “I can tell you how good you feel around me. How I love the way you squeezing my shit–” She inhaled sharply, parting her lips against your shoulder. There were bruises there too. “S-So tight, s-o warm, ma.”

Oh God. Was she stuttering because of… you? Because of how fucking you was making her feel?

Shit. That was so fucking sexy, but you couldn't help the blaze that flooded your cheeks, the mortification. And on instinct, your palms flew up to cover your face. An act that seemed not permitted by the genius plowing your depths.

“Uh-Uh baby,” She swatted your hands away. “Don't do that. Don't you dare.”

“Mmm…”

“Don't hide from me. You too fucking pretty to be hiding.” Riri bucked into your hole, a tattooed hand pinning your arms above your head as she glided out, then back in again, splashing your wetness everywhere. “I need to see you. If I’m gon come inside this pussy, I need to see those eyes. You hear me?”

You nodded in between cries. You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your skull—you were close too.

This is not how you pictured your night ending. Six hours ago you were bawling, picking up your phone to call your best friend, ready to confess that your girlfriend had cheated, again. Ready for her to come over with snacks and wine, eager to console you.

Which she did.

What you hadn't expected was to end up beneath her in your very own bed, as she fucked you like a woman starving, moaning your name again and again.

There were tears welling your eyes once more, but these tears were brought on by lust and longing, something you thought had been unrequited since childhood.

You hadn't expected to ever get a taste of Riri in this way. Truthfully your mind wasn't computing it, this… opportunity. Or anything other than the ever-tightening coil in your depths for that matter.

But you clung to it.

“Ri…” Your first coherent utterance since Riri slipped her dick into your cunt. It was low, horse, but audible.

And she heard it, the blow of the syllable making her grin. “Yeah baby. Talk to me.”

“Feelssssogoood.”

“It do, don't it, this dick?”

You bobbed your head, “Y-Yes.”

“You like how deep I am?”

“Mhmm.”

You could see it in the glint of her deep brown eyes—the quiet bloom of pride in her chest. It was a look you knew well. It appeared when she helped you study for exams and again when you returned with a passing grade. You caught it when she took the first bite of a meal you had cooked just for her.

And it appeared now, as she watched her thick strap tunnel into your creamy depths.

“You gon come for me, beautiful?” She pushed off you and onto her knees, letting go of your wrists, which had been pinned above your head.

Her hot palm found your throat, constricting your airway. No way she actually expected you to speak. Right?

Your eyes floated up to where she towered above you, following the bead of sweat rolling down between the valley of her perky breasts, her perfect abs. And then you stopped on the spot where her eyes were concentrated.

Riri’s sight was transfixed on the image of you swallowing her whole. Wonderstruck.

“Are you going to come for me?” Her voice turned stern, tattooed grip on your neck strengthening. Yet, she wasn't looking at your face. Still caught up in the way your pussy spit her dick out over and over on command.

Her grunts grew louder with each sloppy thrust, teeth sinking deeper into her bottom lip. Almost deep enough to draw blood. “Talk to me.” She gritted out.

Was this what Riri was like when she was on the precipice of an orgasm? Mean, hungry, frenzied?

God, how you would do anything to see your best friend like this, keep her like this. On top of you. Inside of you. All the time.

“I-I’m gonna come Ri. G-Gonna come!”

“On this dick?” She grunted.

“Yes! Fuck! Gonna come all over that big fucking dick!”

Her stare flew from your cunt to your eyes, shocked at your very confident, very coherent, declaration. And she smiled, long and wide. There was that pride again. “That's my nasty fucking girl.”

Something inside you snapped at her comment, causing you to smirk, finally giving her what she's been demanding. “Keep fucking me like that Ri. You fuck me so good! The best!”

“Better than her?”

What an unnecessary question, you thought. Your ex paled in comparison to Riri. In every way. And a part of you felt she knew that. She would never, and would never live up to the entity that was Riri Williams.

The Riri Williams that fucked you like her life depended on it. The Riri Williams whose piercing chocolate orbs seemed… uncertain before yours now. Like the answer to her question needed to be yes, because her life depended on that too.

“Yes Riri. Better than her!”

She fucking growled, a low rumble in her chest. “Gonna come inside this messy pussy. Gonna make a mess of my own, deep inside.”

“Fucking fill me up, baby. Mark me.”

Her sloppy thrusts gain speed, and Riri knocked into your guts, eliciting lewd cries and screams from you with her lazy thrusts. “You want me to mark this pussy? My pussy?”

“Yesssss! Ooh fuck yes, Ri! Mark me! It's yours! All yours!”

You were so damn close you could taste it. It wouldn't take much to fully tip you over, which Riri knew.

“Come with me, ma. Come on this big dick while I fill you up.”

You squeezed her tighter, and you could tell she wanted to throw her head back. But she wouldn't dare let her gaze leave yours.

“Riiiii!”

“That's it baby. Look at me. Keep looking at me. Right here.”

Your heaving hole locked Riri’s strap in place, allowing for one last stroke before she stopped completely.

And then you felt it. Felt her warm cum spill into you immediately after. It was then that she threw her head back, eyes squeezed tight as you watched water trickle down her cheeks. She mumbled your name and a string of other words jaggedly, and your heart snapped.

You were expelling your own stream of cum and tears soon after, releasing on and all around her still twitching dick. You felt so full, and so whole. With her.

Pleasure surged through you, blinding you, immobilizing you as you lay there shaking and panting.

Eventually, Riri was able to ease her way out of your center, pulling strings and ropes of cum out with her before laying beside you. She brushed the sweaty hair stuck to your forehead so she could actually see you and the features she had laid to waste. Then she kissed you, long and slow, and you matched her ferver.

“I love you… too.” You mumbled, echoing the words she whispered as she came. “Always have. Always will.”

And then you were drifting, permitting sleep to submerge you.

#pulling my own hair #TEW gud #riri riri riri #she better appear like candy man now

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