#riri williams x fem!reader

[inmyheadimobsessed]

I Don't Play Nice

pairing: riri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: don't fuck fans. this was your rule. unfortunately though, the development of this rule came only after you'd done just that. and now, you cannot seem to outrun your mistake.

word count: longg <3

contains: singer!reader, obsessed!fan!riri, mean!reader, semi mean!riri, possessive!riri, jealous!riri, ooc riri, tbh riri herself is a warning, toxic dynamics, some darkish themes?, mentions of stalking, smut (18+), dom!reader, sub!riri, bratty!riri, riri is mouthy & very unhinged, oral, choking, knife play (riri loves her knife), light nipple play, mentions of blood, car sex, public sex?, strap!reader, fingering (riri receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk, spanking, crying, biting, pain!kink, masturbation, strap sucking (barely), use of drugs (pills), rough sex

tags: @verachii @venusdraco @quintessencewrites @cjariot @widowmakker @blackgcomica @n7cje @dejaonline @shinsousliya @generallysapphic @mbakuetshurisprincess @pinkwright @saintwrld @axailslink @mocha-aya @uhwhatsay @6-noir @cuddl3s4shur1 @chidinma @shuriszn @lppriceisright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @abenomeiiii @marsolgy @prettymrswright @shurisjournal @marsolgy @shurismainbxtch @shurisbbymama @shuriri4life @cafehyunji @yunhofingers @yamsthoughts @iseebeautyinwords @ihearttish @vampzxi @sapphicvqmpires

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: uhhhh, just stay with me, walk with me!!! see it the way i’m seeing it first!!! the car scene/smut is heavily inspired by ohmami by chase atlantic & maggie lindemann, i've had that song on repeat for weeks just sitting in my ideas. i would suggest listening to it to understand some of the references lol. other songs that inspired this fic: misunderstood - kodie shane, don't fight it - kodie shane, f&mu - kehlani, triggered - chase atlantic, off my head - kodie shane and then ohmami last. also this is dedicated to that anon who was screaming in my askbox for sub!riri for like a month, i saw you fren. i had too much fun writing this even though it killed my brain, i didn't even think i was gon post it fr. but anywhoo, hope y'all enjoy! mwah, mwah!!

Bright neon lights illuminated the stage, your crimson-hued silhouette resembling that of a deity from where you stood, bathing in the crowd’s continuous chant of your name. There were distinguishable cracks in the voices rushing you, throats more than likely sore from the ear-piercing screams bellowing out of them, yet still, they endured, glazed eyes stalking you in sheer adoration. Your audience clung to your every lyric, your every move down to the bounce of your sweaty curls as you pranced around the stage.

You were in your element, entrancing their minds with a power you had yet to grow used to.

In your chest, your heart gained life, its thump a deafening pound resounding in your ears; if the beating were any louder, the microphone clasped in your fist would surely pick it up. But it was yours to hear, just like the sensation of your stomach in your throat was yours to feel — the absence of your mind yours to know.

Calling your love for performing an addiction would be an understatement. You were your most authentic self on stage, every surge of adrenaline dosing the high you were jonesing for. Your confidence blossomed, not as a mirage, but as the most corporeal entity your body could conjure up, differing greatly from your branded media persona of an arrogant, entitled, asshole.

These were titles intended to condemn following the very messy breakup with your now ex-girlfriend, renowned actress Syla Slate. Gorgeous, talented, beloved by all of America; she was their sweetheart, so naturally, she won the public’s favor in the split. But your resilience had been a thing miscounted, and woefully so; you wore your scarlet letters with honor, refusing to clear up rumors surrounding your infidelity.

If there were words to be said, feelings to unpack, you would express them on the stage before the thousands of people holding your word as bond, which happened to be the exact thing you did now.

“London!” You commanded the audience with outstretched arms, your very presence eliciting a thunderous uproar. “I ain't think y'all could get any louder.”

The drove of onlookers read your disbelief as a challenge, shouts climbing the arena walls as the sharp octave punctured your eardrums.

You popped out your in-ears, unable to halt the slow smile stretching across your features. You were proud, proud that they risked the health of their voices just to hear yours. “Well alright, I guess y’all could get louder.”

They chuckled as a collective, making you follow suit, “I got one more song for you lot. That's what y’all be saying over here, right? You lot? Shidd, my southern ass wouldn't know,” They laughed again at your terrible rendition of a British accent. “Anyway, like I was saying, I got one more song, y’all cool with that?”

Just as you expected, shriek after shriek bled into one another, melding to create a boisterous sound that expanded around the O2 Arena, and you let your smile broaden as you secured your microphone back into its stand. “Ooh, y’all sound excited!”

The slowed tempo of your closing track began its waft, filling the speakers, the ears of your admirers, and your system all at once. They recognized the beat within seconds, the bass now competing with their cries.

A little bit of that arrogance you chose not to refute came peeking through as you adjusted your mic stand, “Oh y'all know this one, huh?” And they yelled again, satisfying you.

You shut your eyes, expiring a shaky breath into the grille of the mic in preparation, allowing the music to seize hold of you. Your digits trembled around the mouthpiece, and your rings scraped the surface.

Complicated, I shouldn't ever have to feel this way.

Instinctively, the lyrics vacated your mouth, and instinctively, your sockets began to well. You fought the tears, keeping your lids tight in protest of the tumble they threatened.

But, every time I try to up and walk away,

You come around and start to love me, love me better.

Your emotions and your wet eyes were both the epitome of irony. How many shows had you closed with this very song? Why were the waterworks threatening to spill now?

Complicated, I shouldn't ever have to feel this way

Perhaps they were due to the truth stewing inside you. Tonight wasn't just the last show of your tour, it would be your last live performance for a while. You would be leaving your heart on this stage tonight. A difficult decision made, but a necessary one nonetheless. Perhaps this was your body attempting to accept this fact.

Every time I try to up and walk away,

You make a promise that you'll love me, love me better

Love me, love me better

After a moment, your eyes fluttered open and the tears swelling your orbs rained down, fogging your vision. You loosened your strangle on the mic, only now realizing how tight you held to it. As you gazed at the sea of bodies, you noted their red eyes and damp cheeks. They were screaming your song back at you, your lyrics dragging through the air.

It wasn't uncommon to witness your fans crying at your shows; your music overwhelmed them; their connection to you overwhelmed them, and the vulnerability birthed from this emotional exchange overwhelmed you.

I think I'd rather just be misunderstood,

Found out your love ain't no good.

You took in the masses, scanning their dazed smiles as you continued to sing, and that's when you saw her.

Through the mist in your eyes, she emerged out of nothingness. Clad in lace, sporting that devilish smirk that curdled your blood, wearing those dark irises brewed to the brim with mischief. You could always pick her out in any crowd, which looking back, had been the commencement of your own undoing.

Had me at hello, got me with a kiss, left me in abyss.

She swayed to the music, mouthing the words with those dangerous fucking lips. Lips that could ruin your life with a single utterance, lips that did ruin your life, your relationship.

When you finally let your eyes meet, she bared her white teeth, taunting you in that way she often did. You were seething and she knew it, her swift little wink a testament to her knowledge.

You should turn away, rip your gaze from hers, focus on the tear-stained faces in the audience. You should ignore the abrupt shift in your heart’s thump, how it rattled in rage now at an uncomfortable rate. You shouldn't allow her to get to you just by simply existing.

Don’t want my heart cold, so I took it off of my neck and my wrist.

But, in an arena sculpted to house twenty thousand, a lone Riri Williams faded your performance high just by being.

God she was maddening, and inescapable it seemed, no matter the continent you ventured to. To the rest of the world, it'd look like you were serenading her in a bubble where just the two of you existed, but you both knew better. Your anger was palpable to her alone, something she counted on; you’d played this game of hers long enough to hone certain skills, like how to bury your building fury. Your muscles tensed, your knees locked in place as you returned to choking the mic yet again, sizzling under your elevating temperature.

You sang through your irritation though, spitting your venomous lyrics directly in her face as she watched, amused. She wouldn't ruin this parting performance for you.

Found out it was mostly lust but not love.

You kept your eyes on her for the duration of the song, earning jealous stares from the other girls rallying around her, their own hopes of soliciting your gaze made obvious. They were shoving, and yelling, yanking the barricade aggressively, yet still, all your focus lay on Riri. It's what she hoped for, to ensure chaos, to make it obvious she did not need to vie for your attention, she just… simply had it.

You were strengthening her pride, the last thing you sought to do, but looking away from her proved to be impossible.

Complicated, I shouldn't ever have to feel this way.

But, every time I try to up and walk away,

You come around and start to love me, love me better,

Love me, love me better…

Confetti raining from the heavens emulated her skin's shine, golden and distracting, the showers causing you to rip your stare away from her briefly. When the dust settled, she’d vanished, disappearing like she'd never existed, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself with a head shake.

“London, thank you, I love you. I’m gonna miss you!”

With that, the lights dimmed, giving you time to evacuate the stage swiftly and stealthily. Off you went, mind still muddled with the smugness she wore on her features as she gawked at you with feral eyes.

Riri being in town meant trouble, and you wanted no fucking part in whatever she had planned.

•••

After leaving the venue your entire body felt numb and fatigued, so you instructed your driver to take you straight back to your hotel. Typically, your routine concluding a performance would involve saying hello to fans who stayed behind after the show, you'd done it countless times, but not tonight. With Riri on the loose, you couldn't chance running into her anywhere, not in your current state of exhaustion. If she was to meet you this way, you were ashamed to admit that it would take zero effort on her part to coax you into doing whatever she wished.

You weren't too tired to be furious though, allowing the emotion to take precedence over your shame; you intended to use said fury to venture as far away from Riri Williams' deranged ass as you could manage.

The length of your silent car ride was spent with your head propped on the cool window, pondering her being in London. You didn't have to question her why; Riri fought valiantly to be wherever you were, but her how, that remained somewhat of a mystery.

How was it plausible for her to be in Europe right now? Her finals should be consuming the majority of her time, clashing with the schedule for the last leg of your tour. You knew this because you planned this.

For the first fifteen stops, there were no tour buses broken into, no dressing room locks tampered with, your shows remained uninterrupted, and you hadn't had to suffer through your usual internal battle when facing off with your biggest weakness. All was fine until tonight, your final concert.

How convenient, you thought, though you supposed her powers should in no way surprise you anymore. You knew the things Riri was capable of, experienced the fate of her actions.

Which was why you decided a quiet night in your hotel would be your chosen way of decompressing. When you pulled up to where you were staying, you shot your manager a text informing her you would not be attending the after-party thrown in your honor. Parties meant paparazzi and their intrusive questions about your relationship, or rather, the lack thereof. But most annoyingly, parties meant Riri, and her covert ways of always weaseling past security at events she presumed you to be at.

And you would pass on dealing with either scenario tonight.

The elevator chimed, doors sliding open on your floor and you stepped out, trotting swiftly toward your suite with a hot shower in mind, one that would rinse away your stressors.

Upon unlocking the door though, there was an immediate sense of something being off, the instinct an acquired habit after your colossal mistake of intertwining your life with Riri's. Every day since you'd been made to look over your shoulder. You stalked deeper into your room, eyes trailing to your rumpled white comforter pulled back as though someone had lain in your sheets.

Before you left that morning, you'd made your bed, another acquired habit, this one drilled into you by your grandmother growing up, and one you practiced diligently when sleeping in threads that weren't your own.

So naturally, with the sight laid out before you, your mind ran straight to the only person you knew could be responsible. The pillow on the right side of the bed was dented, and one of your silk button-ups from a previous concert sat in a pool on the carpet. You bent over to pick it up, pulling it to your nose for a deep inhale to find that you were indeed correct; the intoxicating aroma of Riri's perfume misted the fabric, forcing an unintentional smirk to crack across your lips. You battled against its appearance and lost, as usual.

She was here, in your room, in your bed, wearing your clothes. And recently too, her floral scent still lingering on your linens serving as proof. Your eyes rolled on command, but you decided to ignore the knowledge you'd just gained, mind still set on that well-earned shower. You figured you could still get to it, if Riri had still been around, her presence would've been made known the moment you stepped through the threshold.

Her absence indicated one thing though; she wanted you to come find her, but you wouldn't play into her hand. You were far too tired, and far too over her games.

You began a leisure strip, stepping out of your leather pants and dressing down to your undergarments before making your way to the bathroom. You stopped short when your toes met the tiled floor, gawking at the scene awaiting your attention.

Scarlet petals floated atop long departed waters, blanketing the bath that had now run cold. They were scattered across the floor as well, and the lasting whiff of outed lavender candles filled the air. A discarded bra hung off the side of the tub, matching panties too, and you sighed, stepping on the torn roses as you walked further into the bathroom. She sure knew how to make herself at home.

When you stood before the sink, your eyes dropped instantly to the counter, glued to the promiscuous polaroids littered across it.

Every last one of Riri, every last one taken in your bed. Your shirt draped her body in some, the golden shade making her skin pop beneath the material, mimicking the confetti from earlier. But she was fully naked in most, bare breasts and nipple jewelry exposed with her perfectly manicured fingers playing in her pretty cunt. You picked them up one by one, examining the images further.

The angles were impressive, you couldn't lie, and you appreciated her effort. Like her position in the picture your thumb grazed now; Riri was bent over, ass high in the air, her dripping folds glistening in the perfect shot.

The more time spent gaping at the photos, the stickier your underwear became, clinging to your own saturated cunt. Riri's effect on you wasn't some unknown thing, you were aware of it, she was damn sure aware of it, and these polaroids displayed below you were her version of a reminder, but you chose to stare anyway, reveling in the building throb at your center.

In the final one, her locs cloaked her shoulders, slightly shielding her nipples from your view. But your focus did not lie there, instead, the hefty-looking purple toy rammed into her tight hole stole your attention. It stretched her wide, the pleasure causing her head to sling backward, and those pretty lips to part, forming the most pitiful little 'o' you'd ever seen.

It was this shot that compelled your hand's betrayal, your shower partially forgotten as you slipped your digits beneath the waistband of your panties. One stroke of your swelling clit had your throat craning, imitating Riri's in the photo, a rugged moan slipping free as you splashed around in your wetness, eyes fluttering in response to the sensation.

Before you could really delve into pleasuring yourself though, you glanced at the mirror, reading the words written on it, words you'd somehow missed upon entry.

You rolled your eyes and freed your damp hands from your pussy, arousal on a mission to flee your body. It was replaced instead, by your previous rush of agitation as you reread her cheeky message.

“Did you miss me?” Scribbled across the glass in ruby-red lipstick, the question enclosed in her literal kisses.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

•••

In an interesting twist of events, you'd found yourself in the hotel bar nursing a rum and coke with your thumb looming over a poorly typed text message, those photos still weighing heavy on your head.

Under steaming streams meant to wash her likeness away, your pussy had a vastly different idea in mind, wrangling your fingers in on the plan against your will as you fucked yourself to the thought of her. You came harder than you had in weeks, though the orgasm did nothing to relax your spinning mind.

That's what the alcohol was for, or, what it was supposed to be for anyway.

You’d wandered downstairs in disgrace, desperately needing to drink your actions away. But rather than the escape you chased after, you were met with only more shame at the bottom of your glass. It was your single drink that prompted the idea of texting Syla. A risky move, and a cliché at that, texting your ex the second a drop of liquor kissed your lips. But, you’d done worse things, quite literally moments before drafting the unsent message you still stared at.

You supposed it was the guilt of your shower excursions truly driving your choice. She deserved an explanation for everything, a proper one, and providing that hadn't been an accessible opportunity over the past few months. She was busy on set, and you were on tour, battling the everlasting presence of the demon at fault for your parting.

Riri Williams.

You'd met her a year and a half ago, when your career was on the climb, and the line of girls willing to do whatever you wanted on the promise of a good fuck and a shot at being your next video vixen was unending. You never delivered on the latter part of that promise, but after experiencing the former, they hadn't the capability to mind much.

It was a routine you developed, sleeping with girls after every show, slutting them out, then sending them on their merry ways immediately after. So when the girl with full lips and sinful eyes caught your attention in a Chicago crowd, you knew immediately she was to be your next conquest.

She was alluring, unsettlingly so as she bopped to your singing with a smirk hanging off her blood-red lips. Danger lurked beneath that smirk, lying wait, and you took notice. It should've been your first sign to steer clear of the menacing beauty, but, you were stubborn by nature, and evidently your own worst enemy. So you stooped on the stage, extended your hand to meet hers, laced your fingers together, and sent the audience into a frenzy when you dedicated your celebratory ode to the soul foretold to doom your life.

Riri was the first of your plethora of playthings able to keep up with your stamina. She was fucking feral, and insatiable, hell-bent on riding your strap off of its harness. You weren't ashamed at the time to admit she was the best you’d ever had, and that was only after one night together.

You hadn't even questioned her appearances at multiple gigs and events afterward; you were way too gone off the sex to notice the sprouting problem. Much like performing, you were developing an addiction to her, and the heat between her thighs. Submerging your tongue deep within her wet walls provided the same jolt of adrenaline you received from being on stage, if not more. Bending her over to demolish her from the back got you higher than the chants from thousands of fans ever would.

When you finally did come up for air long enough to acknowledge your predicament, it had been far too late. You began to pull away, wanting to wean yourself off of the drug that was Riri. But she wasn't going for that.

Where you tried dousing your addiction into a dwindling flame, Riri's obsession flourished like a forest fire.

Denying her access to yourself was possibly the worst decision you could have ever made. It didn't stop her from finding your studio, damaging your car engine and conveniently being nearby to help fix it, she even went as far as getting jobs at the venues you played just so she could see you, only to quit directly after your set.

Her ways of maneuvering were mind-boggling, frustrating you to your very core because no matter the effort you poured into it, leaving Riri alone was a task you found to be formidable. She'd show up, and you'd give in. Every. Single. Time.

All of that came to a crashing halt when she obtained your home address, deciding to break in as some grand romantic gesture to “win you back.” You didn't read it that way, obviously, and you branded her a lunatic who had no part in your life. You fucked her like she was nothing and sent her packing, threatening a restraining order if she didn't leave you alone from then on.

Dating Syla forced you to make good on that threat. Your relationship was fairly new at the time, but you liked her enough to want to keep Riri miles and miles away from her. You were at a place of contentment in your career, the need to collect a harem of women washed from your system after the nightmare of your last encounter, and peace seemed like an obtainable thing, or at least some semblance of it, with Riri gone for good.

It's what she allowed you to believe anyway, until she'd apparently had enough of watching you be happy with a woman who wasn't her.

You'd received a text composed of the same words signed across the mirror upstairs.

Did you miss me?

And it wasn't much longer before Syla was on the line, screaming obscenities at you through the phone.

“Lying bitch.”

“Cheating ass hoe.”

“Fucking slut.”

“We're Done.”

She hung up without letting you get a word of defense in, leaving you more so angry than heartbroken. Because it was undeniable that the cause of Syla's unrest and the text on your screen somehow coincided. A truth confirmed when your phone started dinging off the hook.

Riri liked to take flicks.

“To commemorate the moment.” She'd say, and it had already been discovered that telling her no wasn't a thing you could do, so you always let her pull the camera out, far too turned on by the idea of your own personal collection of home movies with Riri in your phone.

In hindsight, you should've guessed they'd come back to bite you in the ass eventually, despite Riri's accomplished skill to manipulate. How she'd managed to convince you the tapes existed in your phone alone was embarrassingly beyond you.

Because there they all were, coming through one by one as you sat on the edge of your bed, dumbfounded.

Syla had forwarded every piece of incriminating evidence that backed up her accusations to you. There were dozens of photos, dozens of videos, all of you and Riri over the year she spent in and out of your sheets. None of them recent, but that ceased to matter. Your girlfriend had seen images of your strap down Riri's throat, watched videos of her back arching impressively for you. And your words; her ears were exposed to the vulgar phrases you hissed as you fucked Riri senseless, phrases you'd never once mouthed to her in the bedroom.

Which was why your conscience scolded you so, because the hurt dampening her words that day was unmistakable for anything else. Yet, you ignored that fact in the shower, huffing Riri's name as you permitted a climax brought on by her image to rattle your bones.

You sighed, finally hitting send on the message just as the bartender approached you, “Oof, you look like you could use another one of those. My shift ends soon, but I could make you another if you'd like.”

Her name tag read Esperanza. Pretty, you thought, a pretty name for a pretty girl. Almost pretty enough to tempt a yes out of you, “Could you ask me again, preferably in an accent that isn't as attractive as yours so I can say no? Because I really, really wanna say no.”

She laughed when you groaned in frustration, rewarding you with a blinding smile that unexpectedly heated your cheeks, “I mean I could, my Swedish accent is pretty terrible, that might work. But I won't, seeing as it's in the job description to seduce guests into buying more alcohol with my voice.”

“Is it?” You questioned with a small smirk.

“Yeah. Especially the pretty American ones like yourself.”

You opened your mouth, fully prepared to retort with something equally as flirtatious, but then your phone buzzed in your palm, capturing your attention as your eyes fell to the device in hopes of seeing Syla's name lighting the screen, only to be met with disappointment.

You wanna fuck that bitch or something?

The number unknown, but the sender was far from.

“Would you excuse me?” You spoke finally and Esperanza nodded, returning to her business of cleaning the counter down.

You stood up from the stool with darting eyes, scanning the bar for any signs of her presence but to no avail. When your phone rang, you answered it without a second thought.

“Where are you?”

Soon, Riri’s permanently teasing voice chimed in your ears, “Hi baby, you miss me?”

She giggled, and you imagined her somewhere twirling her hair around her finger, smiling innocently to herself.

You huffed into the mic, already beyond irritated with her antics, “Riri, where are you?”

“Ugh, baby, why you always so hostile?”

“I told you to stop fucking calling me that.”

“Don't be mean to me. I'm sensitive, baby.” You could hear the frown in her voice, the way her tone took a dive indicating she'd been truly hurt by your words, which only annoyed you more.

“No, you're fucking crazy.” She paused, just like you'd anticipated, and you listened for her intake of breath, smirking when the faint sound of her gasp blessed you. You knew her eye twitched like it always did, you just wished you had the pleasure of witnessing it for yourself.

“I don't like that word.” Her declaration blew through the speaker cold as ice.

You dragged your hand over your face, losing the patience you barely had to begin with. “Riri, what do you want?”

“Did you see my pictures, baby?” Just like that, she did away with the chill lacing her voice, returning it to its usual chipper pitch. “Did you like them? I figured you'd need something to… relax you after your big performance. You did so well by the way, I’m proud of you.”

The thrill that shot through you from her praise would have to go ignored, because you weren't trying to deal with any of your conflicting emotions for the psychotic girl on the other end of the call. “What do you want from me?”

“You and Esperanza looked cozy flirting at the bar. Can't say I wasn't jealous, you never talk to me like that. But if you like her, I could help get y’all together, give you a helping hand and shit. Now that you single.” She giggled slightly after finishing her last sentence.

You turned, eyeing the bar once again. It was mostly empty, save for the three girls in a corner booth, the security guard posted at the door, and yourself. Esperanza had left it seemed, clocking out like she promised, leaving you alone with the ghost of Riri on your line.

You rolled your eyes, remembering how you still suffered the ramifications from the last time she felt inclined to offer a helping hand, “Your crazy ass blew up my fucking relationship and you think I want your help?”

She remained silent for a lengthy amount of time, almost tricking you into believing the line went dead. It wasn't until you were lowering the phone from your ear that she cleared her throat, and you braced yourself for impact. “She could never satisfy you and you fucking know it. You ain't even like her for real, you just wanted a new bitch laid up under you after I stopped giving you access to this pussy baby.”

If the word delusional existed as a person, her name would be Riri Williams.

“You're fucking insane do you know that? Like something is genuinely wrong with you if you think–”

Riri cut you off, “Let's not forget I wasn't alone in our little movies baby. You can't blame your fuck ass relationship failing all on me, because if I remember correctly, you was the one holding the camera while you was blowing my shit, wasn't you?”

Your throat dried, your vision reddened, and your phone shook inside your fist. You couldn't speak because there were no words to be said. “Ri–”

“You know what? I change my mind, I won't help you with Esperanza after all. I like having you to myself anyway. You still want me, and with ole girl out the picture, we can go back to how we used to be.”

“Tell me where the fuck you are Riri.” There was a thud on her end, one that you also heard inside the bar. She was definitely somewhere close.

She tsked, “Nuh-uh baby, you gotta come find me. I got a surprise for you.”

And she hung up the phone, the beep forcing an exasperated sigh from your lips as you stood hopeless in the middle of the bar.

•••

For as long as you’d known Riri, she'd always been obsessed with the never-ending game of hide and seek she trapped you in, forcing the role of being it on you every time. She wanted you scouring the hotel for her while she waited, sitting pretty in whatever cranny she'd made herself comfortable in. She wanted you to do what you always did when you inevitably smoked her out of hiding: punish her for her bad behavior.

Fuck what she wanted.

You wouldn't give in, not this time, and what better way to ensure this case than leaving the hotel entirely? It was late, the night breeze dry as the valet pulled your brand new Ferrari GTC4Lusso around the front, the street lights reflecting off its bold cherry tint. A destination was the furthest thing from your mind when you climbed inside the car, but truthfully, you didn't require one. Driving was merely a ploy to put some distance between you and Riri.

The car’s rumble when you pulled off wasn't one loud enough to drown out your screaming thoughts, much to your dismay. You’d hoped, at the very least, that the revving engine, and the openness of the endless motorway you were now zipping down recklessly, would be enough to dampen your anger. But alas, vexation was an ever-present emotion whenever you found yourself in proximity to her, or rather, when she forced proximity between the pair of you, and it didn't emerge for the reasons you wished it did.

Your adrenaline was rocketing, heart rate spiking in tandem with the numbers on the dash as your toes pushed into the pedal, but despite all this, your sour mood remained. Because you could not discredit Riri's infuriating claim; you wanted her still. You'd endured months without her, abiding by the useless lies that failed to convince you otherwise. That lust for her taste lingered, that lust for her feel, all of it.

Lust that Syla could never satiate, and you often got the sense she wasn't heedless to that truth.

“Fuck!” You cursed aloud, eyes flickering to your dinging phone screen colored in her text messages.

You almost reached for the device resting in the mount, crippling guilt once again driving your decision-making. But you reminded yourself you were behind the wheel, just as an identifiable sensation against your bobbing larynx sent a chilling shiver down your spine, and molded you still in your seat. Briefly, cautiously, you allowed your eyes to leave the road, causing the car to swerve unintentionally into another lane when your gaze became acquainted with the object pinning you down. Beautiful, black, and blinding; the razor-edged blade tacked to your flesh was accompanied by the sweetest pain, and a deeply sultry voice. “We don't text and drive, baby. Leave the bitch on delivered.”

When she spoke, it irritatingly settled your breathing, but not enough to assist you in regaining control of the steering wheel clutched in your fists. There were other cars on the road honking at your continued shifting, but what could you really do when there was an insane girl holding a knife to your throat as you drove? “Riri...”

“I told you to come find me and you didn't.” She spat harshly. Just your fucking luck, she was upset.

“Riri, Ima crash this fucking car if you don't move that shit from my throat.”

She ignored you of course, opting to press the knife in harder. If it were her goal, she could break through skin, the choking pressure indicative of the power she wielded, and in any other circumstance you'd probably be enjoying her lethal way of incapacitating you. “Why didn't you come find me? I was waiting for you.”

“I'm not finna play this game with your psychotic ass tonight Riri. I said fucking move that shit.”

Once again, your cry fell on deaf ears. She kept her hand looped around the driver's seat, knife firm in her fingers as she tightened her grip on the decorative, golden handle.

You listened to her airy exhale, flinched beneath its warmth when it plowed into your expecting cheek, and it was then that you allowed your glare to capture hers in the rearview mirror. Her lips, pouty and red-stained, twitched at the corners, morphing into a foreboding smirk that traveled straight up to her smoky eyes. Eyes that were deep, eyes that were dark, and exceedingly dangerous; like a void you were destined to forever fall victim to.

Riri launched her body forward, nibbling on your bare earlobe. “You're being mean again baby. Real mean for somebody with a knife pressed to they throat right now.”

The sting from the blade began to heighten, building into a burn so glorious, it shot through your limbs, and you found yourself inadvertently tilting your head backward to relish in the hurt.

“I could slit your fucking throat right now and you wouldn't even be quick enough to stop me.”

Words of your own were difficult to come by, you were entirely consumed with combatting the violent throb increasing in your pants, all amidst your efforts to keep you both alive in the drifting Ferrari, but it seemed your soul was the only one inside the car yearning to live another day. “Ri–”

“Just kidding!” The dagger levitated, undoing its imprint in your flesh, and you coughed, one hand instantly flying up to your bruised throat while the other remained on the wheel, regaining full control of the vehicle.

She planted a long, sloppy kiss on your cheek before climbing over into the passenger seat, giggling all the while.

“Jesus fucking Christ Riri, what the actual fuck?!” You spared her a glance, of course she was grinning.

“Were you scared for your life, baby?” She giggled again, biting her lip as she tried reaching for your phone, but you smacked her hand away before she could get to it. “Rude!”

You sighed, “How the hell did you get in here, Riri?”

“Mmm, semantics.” She huffed, seemingly bored.

You relaxed, eyes fixed back on the road now that you were somewhat confident Riri wouldn't be slicing you open. Your muscles loosened and you fell into a leisure position, tossing an irritated scowl her way. “What are you doing in London? You should be at school. Don't you have finals and shit?”

“Aww, look at you all concerned about my studies. You're so cute, baby.” You tried your hardest not to cringe at the pet name and the heat it churned inside your abdomen. “But, obviously I had to see you. You all single now, your tour just ended, and you announced that hiatus, I didn't know when I'd get the chance again. Aren't you happy I'm here?”

“Not at all.”

She frowned, “That's not funny.”

“I wasn't tryna be fucking funny, you shouldn't be here.”

You hadn't needed to see her face to know a smirk played in her features. “You didn't think that lil restraining order was gon stretch all the way across the pond did you? They don't got jurisdiction over me out here baby. I can be as close to you as I want.”

You groaned inwardly, unaware of who you were truly annoyed with; Riri and her actions, or yourself for being so damn turned on listening to her insane logic. She was correct, because you knew that her stunt with Syla wasn't a one-off, and you'd eventually be seeing her again.

Riri was immensely smart, so it made sense that she waited until you were no longer on American soil to corner you, and making you think you'd finally escaped her by being in Europe had to certainly be part of her plan as well. Fuck, why was her conniving nature so damn sexy?

“How did you get in my car?” You asked again.

“I'm not that big, and you should know by now that I'm very…” Riri paused, deliberating on the word she wished to use. “Efficient, when it comes to getting into places I probably shouldn't be in.”

“Yeah, cause you're crazy.”

You could see Riri's body turning towards you in your peripheral, she bent her knees in the seat, eyes locked on your form as she skillfully maneuvered her knife in between her digits. “You like your tongue, baby?”

“What?”

She sneered, “Your tongue. Do you like it?”

“The fuck are–”

“Cause I like your tongue. When it's inside me, when it's rolling over my clit. Yeah, I actually kinda love your tongue, and I really, really want you to keep it.” She surged forward with a quickness, almost diving the point of her ebony dagger through your jugular. “So Ima suggest you stop fucking calling me that shit, I'd hate to have to cut it out.”

All you could do was roll your eyes. “Dramatic ass.”

“And you love it.” She plopped back into the seat with a satisfied smile, extending her legs so they now rested in your lap, to which you did not protest.

Riri giggled, reaching into the bosom of her dress to retrieve a small, clear baggie harboring those circular blue pills that she loved so much. Her wet tongue awaited the tablet's arrival, extending out of her mouth in preparation for its landing. And you turned, one hand on the wheel as you watched a gradual cerulean bleed cover her tastebuds. “Want one?”

“No.” All your attention shifted back to the road and your lack of destination. You'd left the hotel to get away from Riri, yet here you were, essentially taking a fucking joyride with her after she broke into your brand-new car.

“Ugh, lame.” She stashed the pills back inside her titties, once again reaching for your phone, and this time you didn't stop her. “Can I put my song on?”

Your brow quirked, “Your song?”

Riri nodded, “Yes, my song. The song you wrote for me!”

“You think I give enough of a fuck about your deranged ass to write a song about you?” You did, write a song about her that was, a couple in fact. All of them about your reprehensible escapades with the groupie who wouldn't leave you alone, the groupie who you couldn't leave alone.

Your entanglement with Riri had managed to bypass public perception, the only thing you executed correctly when it came to her, so her name had never been in the running when the speculations of who your last album could've been about arose. You knew she'd figure it out though, because of course she would.

She kicked your thigh, causing you to smack her ankle in retaliation. “You do. I'm your muse.”

You bellowed a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "My muse? Oh, you're very unwell, Riri." She pointed the blade your way as a warning, causing you to grin triumphantly. "And which song you think I wrote about you?”

“Don't play dumb baby, you can't pull that shit off.” Riri placed your phone back into its holder, her lips curling into a bashful smile when your voice drifted from the speakers, and her song coasted the car's air.

We done played all these games,

Only now I can't wait, I want you now, I can't wait, oh yeah.

The track she chose had indeed been one she inspired. It was also one you avoided entirely, purposefully leaving it off the set list for all of your shows. But again, here you were, subjected to listening to Riri's painfully off-key rendition of the lyrics that symbolized the relationship you two shared.

But she just wanna off my head, I just want the neck instead.

She just wanna fight in bed, I wanna get high instead, oh yeah.

“You think this is about you?” You teased, only seeking to rile her up. “This could be about any of the other girls I done fucked.”

“You know I can't leavе you alone? You know I could never tell you no? Hmm, definitely sound like this is about me. Cause I know you wasn't running back to none of them other hoes like you was running back to me, let's be for real.” She continued to sing, spreading her legs in the process.

It was muscle memory that had your hand descending to her ankle perched in your lap, making you squeeze it before you began to massage it in the way only you knew she liked. And the smile that you failed to disguise when she whimpered was one of instinct, not intention.

“How many girls have you f-fucked on tour, baby?” The question straggled out of her mouth behind a breathy moan.

You hadn't wanted to award her inquiry with any sort of answer, largely in part due to the answer being one that would please her, so you elected to lie.

“A few.” You retorted with a sanguine smirk you deemed sharper than the blade she flaunted, but when your gaze panned her way, the sight awaiting you dulled your smile into a flaccid frown.

She was bunching her dress, thumbing the fabric of her underwear once the hem circled her waist. “Mmm, that's a l-lie.”

Riri made you weak, downright helpless and impotent whenever her authentic huffs of pleasure gained volume. So it wasn't the least bit surprising when her whines from beside you nabbed your attention from the freeway, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything apart from the wet sounds emitted by her dripping center.

Your eyes drifted, and you stifled a moan of your own when you realized she'd graduated from touching herself with her fingers. Riri had the blade locked in her fist, dragging the handle up, down, and around her throbbing clit above her panties.

“Riri, what are you doing?” You bit your lip, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

She slipped her sticky panties to the side, finally bridging the gap keeping the hilt of the knife apart from her eager cunt. “If you was fucking bitches I would know. Sticking to your rule I see.” You watched the tip of the handle orbit her hole, just before it slowly sank in, getting swallowed by her grip all the way up to the bolster. “F-Fuck baby, I guess this p-pussy really changed your life, huh?”

“I don't want your fucking pussy juice all over my seat. This car is new.” Your scolding tone was feigned, only in an attempt to express a fragment of restraint, but truthfully, every ounce of it slipped swiftly away from you the second you bore witness to that molly hitting her tongue.

You weren't even sure if you were driving on the right side of the road, far too fixated on keeping your composure as your fibers mastered the art of persuasion. They insisted you pull over and allow your fingers to replace the knife, have your tongue relieve the shiny gold hook of its lewd duty of fucking Riri's cunt.

She was thrashing, pumping the back end of the blade in and out, in and out as her squishy pussy sang to you. “Am I the f-first g-girl you let r-ride in your new 'Rari, baby? Ooh, I feel so special.”

“I'm not letting you, your crazy ass broke in. And I mean it, close your damn legs.”

You did the only thing you could think of to get her to stop: you pushed the pedal to the floor, the speed sucking you into the seat as the car surged forward. But beside you, Riri remained a moaning, giggling mess. It was like your accelerated driving, and your admonishments motivated her to fuck her cunt faster as she slicked the knife, making herself wetter. “Hear h-how wet this pussy is for you b-baby? You haven't even t-touched me and I'm fucking drenched. Oh, oh! Shit!”

“Do not fucking come on my seat Riri.”

“Or what? You gonna p-punish me?” She used her free hand to rub coaxing circles into her twitching clit, biting down on her lip as the tool dove deeper into her stretched hole, prodding her sensitive spot just right. “Fuck! It f-feels so good! I'm close!"

You took your eyes off the road, watching her lids droop from the pleasure building deep within, tuning in to the cry clamoring from her tightening stomach.

“Don't.” But you knew she would.

“I can't baby. I-I… Oh fuck!” She groaned, long and breathy, her back arching inward, chest bouncing rapidly from the build-up. Riri screeched the second her orgasm knocked her down, and it was the sexiest sound you'd ever heard. Droves of bliss pillaged her frail body, and she shook violently next to you. “I'm s-sorry... I-I c-couldn't.”

“It's okay.” You were soothing her as she declined from her climax.

The handle glided out of her used pussy, dragging out strings of her oozing cum with it, and the hilt glistened brighter than it did before her hole consumed it. Your quick glances from the knife to the road, from the road to Riri’s seeping cunt weren't enough, you needed to taste her, and it was apparent that she read your mind. “Wanna taste?”

You tried for reluctance, at least your brain did, your body not so much. A steady nod was your only offer, eyes never leaving the road ahead, and you could sense Riri’s grin after receiving your answer. She was excited, pleased, surprised that you gave into her off the first ask, usually she'd have to work harder to earn your compliance. She was on her knees seconds later, left hand propping her up on the center armrest while her right carried the glimmering dagger to your mouth.

She smeared the tip across your full lips, her slickness coating them like gloss, and out came your tongue, drinking in her juices like a parched animal. As always, Riri's cum tasted fucking fantastic, but you refused to give her the satisfaction of moaning. “You like?”

You remained silent, and she smirked, “You love.” She beamed, tapping your mouth, “Open wide baby.”

She was taunting you, this you knew. You were also aware that you were on the verge of doing exactly as she requested without a lick of shame, and you glared at her, unimpressed.

“Please? For me?” She whined.

You couldn't resist her pout, you couldn't resist her, not anymore. So immediately, you promptly parted your lips, offering the stem of the dagger a seat on your watering tongue, your saliva mingling with Riri's sweet, sweet nectar.

This time you did moan, and loud too, fueling her fire just like she wanted, just like you always did. You twirled your tongue around it, sucking and licking every last drop of her creamy cum off the knife handle.

“Backseat. Now.” The only words out of your mouth when she pulled the hilt free, and she clapped, climbing over you as you smacked her ass before pulling the car over on the side of the highway.

•••

“Bend over.” You tried tearing your lips from hers as you spoke, but Riri snagged your bottom lip between her teeth, biting fiercely while her cunt brushed your lap. She kept her eyes on yours, smirking, wanting you to behold the peril swallowing her pupils when she slipped the point of her blackened blade between the buttons of your shirt. She dragged it down, the sharp knife popping each one clean off until your top flew open under her swift slicing.

Your own eyes twinkled encouragingly; you were far too into this; you always enjoyed those seldom moments when you permitted Riri's belief that she held the upper hand.

The tip of her pointed dagger grazed the valley of your unbound breasts, their exposure earning her marvel as she used the bountiful view to aid her desperate humps against your thigh. And you could hear her pussy, you could feel the sticky puddle created by streaks of her first climax seeping through her thin underwear. Her moans were so broken and docile, it almost seemed criminal to make her stop, but you needed her splayed across you.

“You gon make me say it again, mami? You know how I like you.”

With fogged-out eyes, she nodded, stealing one more kiss and shoving the knife into your palm before stretching her small body across the extended center column. Her plump ass elevated to eye level, and you sat back to enjoy the view presented to you.

Lace complimented her skin's deepness far too well. The material embraced her curves, molding to her hips like a second skin, and you nearly let guilt get the better of you for the actions that followed. Your movement was one of speedy precision as you slashed through the bottom half of Riri's dress with the blade she awarded to you, making her gasp.

“This good baby? This how you wanted me?” She backed up a little, seeking some sort of comfort and it clicked then, that this position must be an awkward one for her with the armrest slanting her, and jabbing right into her abdomen.

You bit your swollen lip, moaning from the sweet pain left behind by Riri’s incisors. “Mhmm,” The blade's handle trailed her sticky crotch, “Just like this mami.”

In seconds, you were cutting her cunt free from her messy underwear, kneading and jiggling her exposed ass cheeks in your hot hands. But your pace wasn't up to her liking, and Riri never shied away from voicing her opinion. “You moving too fucking slow. If you gon hi–”

Before her complaint could force its end out of her mouth your palm collided with the meat of her ass, hitting her with unruly force. Her body jerked on top of you, and she yelped, the fragile screech music to your ears. “What you was saying, mami?”

Riri groaned under the rush of pain, then exhaled, and you took this as your opportunity to slap her behind again.

As you ran your hand along her bare skin, you absorbed the heat drummed up from your two hits alone, chuckling. You skimmed the area with your nails, growing more excited watching her twitch. You'd almost forgotten how hopelessly responsive her body was to your touch, even under the faintest brush of it.

“You're a fucking problem.” You slammed an open palm up against her right cheek, smiling at the ripples the collision created in her skin. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

Of course she knew how her actions dictated your decisions, how her guise plagued every divot in your brain. Riri understood her power over you, and it was this very knowledge that had you spanking her again, and again, and again.

“H-Harder!”

Her ass was hot, sore, and damn near swollen. Her tears were heavy streams rolling from her eyes and into her gaping mouth, yet still, she desired more. A resilient little thing she was; you admired her moxie. With every lash, her sopping pussy called on your digits, needing them to plug the dribbling hole expanding the wet patch already existing on your thigh.

“You like that shit don't you? Being in pain?” Your handprint painted her butt cheek, pulling a guttural scream from her throat. “That scream wasn't an answer to my question mami.”

She was full-on bawling, blubbering in your lap when your fingers forced their way inside her cunt unexpectedly, and she lurched.

She sniffled. “Yes! I l-like it!”

“Then shut the fuck up and stop fucking crying.” You smacked her tired ass for the umpteenth time, sliding your fingers through her soaked folds, coating them with all the slick you could collect before ramming them back within her welcoming walls. “You asked for this shit, and you gon take it like the slut you are.”

“Y-You hit like a b-bitch.”

You spanked her once, twice, three times, four times, five; each hit reprimanded her unacceptable behavior as she sobbed with the brown seat leather aching between her shaking fingers.

She wiggled in your grip, wanting desperately to escape the hurtful blows that just kept coming, smack after smack after smack echoing throughout the car. “Not you tryna run Ri, thought I hit like a bitch. Nah, bring that ass back here.” You laughed.

“Please!” Each of her screams made you fuck her pussy faster, encouraged you to slap her ass harder just to revel in her burning skin as Riri cried herself to the edge of her second orgasm.

You pushed up against her nerves, thumb swatting brashly against her swollen clit. “You squeezing my fingers real tight mami, that must mean you finna come.”

“I'm, I'm…” Riri kicked her feet, whining around the deepness of your digits. When she glanced back at you your heart softened just a little. Her big brown eyes were blown the fuck out, leaking fat tears and mascara that seemed never-ending, and she chewed on her lip hoping the action would alleviate some of the hurt. “C-Com…”

Your thrusts slowed, and your hits morphed into a massage as you groped her cheeks tenderly. “Yeah, give it to me, come on my fingers, come all over them.”

“Ooh, baby you f-fucking me s-so good! I’m coming for you!”

She poked her ass out, twisting from side to side as she permitted spasming shocks of pleasure to surge throughout her body at a rapid pace, still backing up into your digits that had yet to depart her hole. “That's it, fuck yourself on my fingers Ri. Show me you can be a good girl, fuck yourself through it.”

It was a difficult thing you’d tasked her with, but luckily for her, Riri thrived off hardship. When the aftershocks subsided, her movements halted and she sighed, moaning low in her throat at the gentle pace in which you extracted your digits from inside her.

“Sit up and come taste it.” You commanded, rolling your eyes when she looked back at you weakly.

With your hand inching toward the hair hanging over her sweaty back, you looped the ends in your fist, yanking her body up until she shifted, then you turned her so her sore ass could plummet right onto the slim storage compartment she was just bent over. “I said sit up.”

Her naked cheeks being forced against the car’s leather prematurely earned you a painful cry. But you didn't care, the reaction only adding to your arousal. You used her parted, wincing lips as an opportunity to stuff her swollen mouth full of your cum covered fingertips, and she gagged from the intrusion before beginning a light suckle. “That's my good girl. Suck them clean for me. You like how you taste?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed around the digits you thrusted in and out of her mouth.

“I know, mami.” You moaned, feeling your clit jump in your pants. “Open your legs, lemme taste that pussy I just made come.”

Riri giggled, separating her sticky legs to grant your salivating tongue entrance. They made a loud squish when she spread them apart, and you could hardly contain your grunt when presented with her messy, bare, pussy lips; your drug of choice. Her cunt's shine danced like diamonds, entrancing you with a beaming glow that could not go ignored. “Shit…”

You reached out for the lever on the driver's side that pushed the seat forward, never once denying yourself face time with her spilling sex. And then you were dropping to your knees, licking your lips before burrowing open-mouth kisses into her sprawled, wet thigh.

Easing her into it failed to make your list of priorities, you wanted her wriggling, squirming with her legs trembling around your face as you slurped her folds. You were also on a mission to feed the starvation gnawing at your gut; it'd been too long since you last feasted on her, and you didn't plan on letting a single drop go to waste.

Your tongue nudged her pulsing clit, licking firmly before you wrapped your thirsty lips well around it, and Riri screeched. “W-Wait baby, wait… Ooh shit.”

And so it began, her pleas for a pause, for you to slow down and allow her to regain her strength. But sadly, her wants were of no importance to you. You trudged on, running your famished tongue around her sweet hole before slipping it all the way in. Riri tapped your head aggressively when you began a slow thrust through her aching walls, and you laughed when your eyes drifted up to see her scrunched face.

“Fuck! Oh.. w-wait..”

“What I'm waiting for Ri? You getting soft on me?”

It was apparent that your comment struck the nerve you intended it to, her huff of annoyance lighting a smile across your face. You refused to let up, licking and sucking the length of her leaking core as she jerked in between broken grumbles. “Ain't nobody s-soft. Eat it r-right and I won't have no c-complaints. Fuck!”

You simply shook your head before diving back into her pussy, rolling her clit in your tongue once more. She whined, the drugs in her system clearly heightening her stimulation, but she took it like a champ, moaning your name breathlessly from above you with her head thrown back.

Riri fisted your curls as you sucked her watering cunt, whimpering where she sat, hips rolling hard into your already stuffed mouth. “Yes! Yes! Just like that!”

“Fuck, I missed this pussy so much.”

“Yeah?” She huffed, tugging your hair to detach you from her center so your stares would align.

Wild eyes scanned your drenched face over, then she tilted your chin, boring straight through your soul with her hopeful gaze. “You missed me?”

You knew what she wanted, and you were fully prepared to give it to her.

“Yes.” Your answer elated her. It didn't matter that in your mind you were admitting to missing her cunt and the way it drooled cum right onto your accepting tongue, to Riri you were confessing to something far more intimate; to Riri you were confessing that you missed her.

The one word, the yes, was enough to bring her to the brink of her third orgasm. But she wouldn't win that easily. You stopped then, just as she was about to fall over the edge, and you let her saturated labia fall freely from your lips before smirking up at her through plotting pupils.

“The fuck are you doing? I was about to come!”

“Ion know, it don't seem like you want it enough.” You teased, making her whine in annoyance. “Need you to beg.”

You'd learned fairly early on that Riri Williams was not a girl easily deterred. With your refusal to allow her release, the job fell on her to complete. Carefully, Riri began to drag her puffy pussy along the lid of the storage compartment she was perched on, hissing in both pain and pleasure as she attempted to make herself come.

You watched her, forever wonder-strickenn by her fortitude. You should stop her, she’d already undergone one orgasm that didn't come from your hands or mouth, and you didn't want that happening again, but the image of her working through the pain brought on by her sore ass cheeks creating friction against the leather was a sight to behold.

“I’m so c-close! Please can I come?!” Her hands found her erect nipples, the standing nubs threatening to rip their way out of her dress. “Please, let me come!”

Her pussy sloshed against the column, her hip jolts splashing her wetness everywhere. Granting her permission would be easy, considering how badly you wanted to enclose her clit in between your lips again, have her juices course your veins like your own personal brand of ecstasy as she convulsed from the shock waves you caused to ripple throughout her body. But you weren't looking for easy, not tonight, not after her behavior.

Your fingers located her waist, holding her still and making her groan in frustration when your strength prohibited her humping. “Mm, do you deserve it?”

“Yes I fucking deserve it!” She yelled, irritated, “Let me fucking come oh my god!”

“That mouth mami. How you gon talk to me like that and think Ima let you come? Hmm?” You parted her thighs, nuzzling your face back into the sweaty space before planting a kiss on her hot skin. “Say you're sorry.”

“No!”

You'd predicted her protest, and you took it as your opening to sink your teeth into her pretty waist. You didn't stop amidst her wails, instead, you dove deeper, biting her flesh with more ferocity. “Say you're sorry Ri.”

Still, she shook her head, standing her ground.

Fuck, you loved how stubborn she was, but you'd never admit that out loud. Luck had been on her side it seemed, because she gave in merely seconds ahead of you puncturing skin, weeping through her words. “I'm s-sorry! I'm s-sorry, baby pl-ease let me come!”

Truthfully you were in awe of how long she held out, surprised by even your own restraint with her pussy lips shoved directly in your face. You were spitting on her bud soon after, suckling her bundle of nerves harshly as you hummed into her quivering sex. “Come in my mouth mami.”

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Within seconds of your go-ahead, Riri was gushing onto your face, your seats, squirting on everything in her vicinity with a scream so powerful, the hairs on your neck rose to attention.

“Shit Ri, you made a mess all over my fucking seats. I told you this car is new.”

She awarded you a weak chuckle, on the edge of collapse before you steadied her frail body. “You think I give a damn, baby? You can clean all that shit up with your mouth if you so bothered.”

Her smirk was a thing contrived of pure, unbridled deception, and she sported the smoky eyes to match. These were reasons to incite terror, but for you, they only bustled your intrigue.

•••

The blade danced beneath the strap of Riri's dress, leisurely cutting her shoulder free and you watched from in front of her as the frayed fabric fell gracefully away from her skin. “You putting a lot of power in my hands right now Ri.”

“Mhmm. What you gon do with it baby?”

You moved to the other, repeating your destructive motion before finally positioning the gold-trimmed point at her clavicle, gliding the jagged dagger down her chest. Thread after thread bursted under your descent, doing away with everything left of her torn gown, exposing more of Riri's tender flesh.

Riri watched, bewitched by the way you skillfully maneuvered the blade she'd entrusted to you. “You so fucking pretty mami.”

Words that made her brazen, words that bestowed upon you the power to control her body without the need of a weapon. But you used it still, grazing the edge up her bare stomach as she twitched beneath its scrapes. You stopped once you met her bra, slicing it clean down the middle with your lust-filled eyes glued to hers. Riri gasped, startled by your abruptness and the twinge of danger you knew she caught swimming in your irises when her boobs bounced free, and the small baggie of pills fell from its warm hiding spot.

“You sure you don't want one?” She waved it in your face, and you began to contemplate her question. Riri was no stranger to a pill or two, so her enthusiasm hadn't been a surprise. She always offered, and you always declined, more than content with the natural high you floated on from merely making her come undone for you.

Tonight though, something about the tension building in the car was about to coerce a yes right on out of you. But, something else thieved your attention just as you were about to offer her an answer.

Letters. A word. A name. Your name.

Inscribed into her flesh, squarely below her left breast sitting gorgeously in your face, was a tattoo illustrating your name. You blinked, believing you'd somehow imagined the ink and its placement. Unconsciously, you hoisted the knife up toward the tattoo, running the dagger along each and every letter in amazement.

“Do you like it, baby?” Meek words leaving generally poised lips.

Riri had marked herself in your name, in you. And you decided you did indeed like it, you loved knowing that no matter where she ventured, no matter whose fingers wandered her skin, your claim on her would still exist. Permanently. “This my surprise? Cause yeah, I do like it mami.”

You let your lips replace the blade, kissing the tattoo that exemplified your ownership of her body as she giggled from the heat your breath blew onto her.

“Not your main surprise, but I guess it's a s-surprise.”

Soon your lips were latched to her poking nipple, your tongue swirling and tugging on it. She was moaning, a sound that intensified when she felt the sharp jab of the weapon you wielded circle her other bejeweled nub. “Shit… that hurts so damn good baby. Keep it right there.”

Her whimpers traveled directly to your sopping pussy still locked away in your pants. You were swimming in your own wetness, floating atop a wave that threatened to crash down on you the longer you dragged the same knife she held to the column of your throat around her responsive tits. “Yeah? It hurts?”

“L-Love when you make me hurt baby.”

After letting go of her spit-covered nipple, you flattened the sharp tool against it, watching her hiss under the cool contact. You scuffed the steel bar poking through her pebbled nipple with the knife, humming on key with the scraping sound of metal on metal. “I can keep hurting you, or you can give me that surprise I know you want me to have so bad.”

You aligned the pretty dagger with her sweaty neck, and she grinned menacingly. Before the chance to process her guile even arose, Riri regained control of the knife, using it to assist her in widening your mouth. She wiped the back against your tongue, swiping it down the length of your wet muscle. “Your surprise is up next, in the meantime I need you to stick this tongue out for me before I cut it clean off like I promised.”

“You're cute.” You laughed, but you did as she said. Your tongue extended out, and Riri leaned forward, plopping one of her little happy pills directly in the center, waiting for you to swallow it.

“Extraordinary.” She smirked. And then her lips were on yours, kissing you roughly as she sat her naked form in your lap.

•••

Riri attacked your lips with gusto, kissing you like the air you expelled into her was the very breath she desired for survival, and every one of your pecks matched her intensity. “Baby, lemme make you feel good.”

She broke the kiss slowly, tentative in her release of your hot, wanting mouth. But you refused to let her go, holding and compressing her throat amidst her hand fumbling around on the floor. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm…” A second attempt to pull away made you curious as to what she could be searching for. Usually, her main method of action would be to eat you out until your quaking knees detained her head in their hold, and even then she'd still refuse to let up. But that didn't seem to be her intention here.

You groped her boobs, trying your hardest to pinch one of her sparkly nipples, but yet another threat was tossed your way. This time it was your fingers in jeopardy of severance, so you let her go with a deep chuckle. She leaned to the side, pulling her backpack free from under the front seat and you looked at her inquisitively.

Riri upheld her silence, unzipping the bag from her perched position in your lap.

“What–”

Your question hadn't the chance to escape your lips, because soon the lavender glint of the sizable toy Riri used in the photos dispersed across your bathroom counter reflected in your curious eyes. “Tada!”

“Riri what is that?”

“Um, the fuck does it look like?” She tossed you the harness, worming out of your lap and onto the floor in between the driver's seat and the one you sat in now. Your eyes raked the dildo, examining its shape and the intricacies put into its creation. It looked more… advanced than the ones you were used to, an observation that awakened your fascination.

Riri on the other hand, appeared beyond excited. She fumbled with your belt impatiently before deciding to hack at it with her sharp tool. She popped your button open, and mechanically, your hips levitated so she could guide your bottoms down your legs.

“You this wet and you was talm bout some you not happy to see me. Just be lying for no reason baby.” She laughed, tracing a finger over your pulsating clit and you sighed. With all the straining, and all the buildup you'd been suffering through, that lone stroke could've been enough to do you in, a fact Riri was privy to when she smiled up at you. “Strap up baby, need you inside me.”

You wasted no time assembling the strap and securing the toy in place, and with Riri’s help, the harness was adjusted to your body. She positioned herself across the center console for a second time, sticking her ass out as you kneeled behind her in the seat, admiring the display of her used hole. She backed up onto nothing, trying, and failing to get the tip inside on her own. “You're taking too long! Please, I need you!”

Fuck, you supposed by now Riri's unwavering stamina shouldn't be a thing that caused bewilderment, but it would forever be an entertaining sight. She was sexiest like this; eager; desperate for you to destroy her. “You need it so bad, don't you mami?”

“Yes! Please fuck me!”

She needed not to state her demand again, so you snaked your palm around the tip, pumping it gently before invading Riri's soaked cunt.

The instant you bottomed out, Riri trapped the strap inside her narrowing walls, restricting your movement at the same time your eyes began to roll to the back of your mind. Her wetness, her constricting tightness, the heat derived from stretching her velvety cunt wide; you could feel all of her. It was way too overwhelming, the stimulation weakening your muscles.

You hadn't even gotten a single stroke in and you were already fighting off an orgasm, gripping firmly to her hips in hopes of stopping your collapse. “W-What– Why can– Ri, I can f-feel you. Shit…”

You remained still for a few beats, wanting, needing to savor the snugness of Riri’s warmth before drilling her as she deserved. Her squeeze was intense enough to make your eyes well just a little, and you were certain whenever you did allow that pleasure rush to stifle you, the tears would be unavoidable.

“Surprise! You like it, baby? I made it special for you.”

Of course she made it. You pulled out slowly, then pushed back in, still consumed by the sensation, barely able to keep a steady rhythm as you rocked into her dribbling pussy. “Fuck Ri, this is…”

“Shit! Tell me how good my pussy feels, I'm tight, huh?” Your stamping fingers dented her skin as you began to create a rapidly growing pace of stuffing her full of the faux dick she craved so much, and your thrusts had her quaking around you. Feeling every divot in her pussy walls had only ever been a fantasy, one that existed now as your reality, because you unknowingly chose to fuck a super genius who just so happened to be a little off her rocker.

If you thought you were addicted to her cunt before, this strap just changed the game entirely.

You were fucking her with abandon once completely adjusted, snapping into her again and again with an unrelenting grip on her hips; you’d be admiring the marks you left behind later on. Each thrust sent Riri’s small body forward on the armrest, her cries meshing with your breathy moans that fogged the car windows. “Ooh mami, you so fucking tight. Your crazy ass really made a strap so I can feel this pussy, god.”

Your hips crashed into her bouncing ass cheeks, the impact forcing rushed whines out of her throat. You couldn't tell if the sounds were intended to be words, but truthfully you didn't care, far too enraptured by the feeling of fucking her obnoxiously loud cunt.

Every thrust caused her seeping pussy to squish louder, every squish making your clit thump faster as your high began its heightening.

“Your desperate ass always so damn wet for me, I bet you don't let nobody else fuck you, huh? You know I’m the only one who can treat this pussy right.”

She groaned, attempting to speak through your abusive jolts, “Don't f-flatter yourself, I let plenty of other people hit. This ain't y-your p-pussy.”

It was a trap, an obvious one designed to rile you up, but you chose to fall victim anyway, using the molly floating in your bloodstream to control the power dives you took into her tired little cunt. “Oh it ain't?”

She couldn't even speak with the tip of the strap bludgeoning her sensitive nerves, but she still shook her head defiantly. Riri’s hole gobbled up the girthy toy impressively as you leaned back to marvel at the way it disappeared, then reemerged from inside her convulsing walls.

“Why she leaking this much then? Messing up my fucking seats. So damn wet mami.” You slammed into her cervix. “You make special straps for all them other bitches? You let them slut your nasty ass out on the highway like this? Who else you let use your needy little pussy like this?”

Riri was sobbing, loud and boisterous, almost able to give your screaming fans a run for their money with her pitiful little sounds. A few cars honked on their drive past your parked vehicle, certainly aware of the goings on inside. The Ferrari rocked in tandem with your jabs into Riri’s g-spot, the back and forth motion assisting you in pushing deeper into the smaller girl's sex.

“You hear me talking to you don't you Ri?” A deliberate slap met her welted ass cheek, forcing her to scream. “Why you so quiet? This wet ass pussy louder than that fucking mouth right now. You hear that?”

You fucked her harder, grunting loudly into the air when she squeezed your shaft; she was close.

“Pl-ease!”

“This dick shutting you up or something? Pl-ease what?” You mocked, spanking her again, and rattling her entire being.

She pushed back on the unrelenting curved member digging her out, a whimpering mess when she glanced back at you, catching your eyes with her helpless ones. “Wan– Wanna c-come! M-Make this pussy come for you!”

You tsked, “Thought this wasn't my pussy though. Can't make you come if this ain't my pussy.”

Her broken voice made your cock twitch deep inside her, something you hadn't expected and couldn't control.

“M’sorry, it's yours! M'sorry, it's your pussy b-baby, pleaseee!” She cried, squirming as you rammed into her special spot.

“Fuck… What you sorry for Ri?” You tugged on her locs.

You freed one of her hips, looping your hand under her sweaty abdomen so your digits could press into her clit. God, it was too much for her, the endless pounding, the swift flicking of her bud, the jarring hair pulling. You were barely able to move inside her contracting cunt, but you weren't letting her off that easily. “Tell me what you sorry for.”

“All of it, baby all of it! Sorry for s-sending those videos to y-your girlfriend, s-sorry for breaking into your room, your car, s-sorry for hurting that girl at the bar! I'm sor–”

Your thrusts stopped, “You did what?”

“I didn't mean t-to…”

Cautiously, you pulled the strap from inside her reluctant cunt, falling back into the dampened, sticky seat in disbelief.

And Riri followed you, outwardly panicked when she dropped into your lap. She hung her head in shame as she rambled, wanting to explain herself. “She was just flirting with you and you were flirting back, and I didn't like that, cause you're mine, and–”

You thought back to the bar, to Esperanza, to the thud you heard when you were on the phone with Riri earlier, and you tilted her chin so she could look you in the eyes. “Riri… what did you do to her?”

A sound you hadn't expected, but most certainly should've anticipated rumbled out of her: a chilling chuckle. Gone was her frown, in its place stretched a smile that accentuated her unruly eyes. And of course, her seductive response to your pressing question was not an adequate answer. “Put it back in baby, or I’ll fucking bleed you dry.”

You smirked, teasing her clit with the head of the strap. “Crazy girl.”

Damn her, you shouldn't be enjoying this, but you became smitten with the idea of her hurting someone all because she wanted you to herself. It was sick, you were sick, maybe just as sick as her.

Her pussy was dripping onto your dick, coating the length of it with each grind meant to coax you back into fucking her, and it was certainly working.

Riri brought her trusty blade back up to your throat. She pressed in harder this go ‘round, threatening to drag it along your skin, and you were prepared to let her. She leaned in, her breath a warm ghost kissing you instead of her lips. “How many times do I have to tell you I really, really hate that fucking word. Stop saying it.”

“Would you prefer insane?” You clipped back, spitefully teasing as Riri quite literally held your life in her hands. You should be terrified, the bitch was deranged enough to kill you, but the feeling coursing through you was more akin to fear's distant cousin — thrill.

“I'm not crazy,” You could feel the knife's indentation, and your throat bobbed beneath it. “I'm not insane.” She was gliding the dangerous tool against your neck now, and you felt your skin tear, small streaks of warm blood rolling down your tilted neck, catching Riri's wild eyes.

“I just know what I want, and I always get it.”

You moaned, still rubbing up against her overly used clit, head spinning as you reveled in the heat of your crimson liquid staining your chest and Riri's.

Riri lowered the knife, pecking your cheek lovingly before extending her tongue to the shallow little cut she drew into your neck, running it along the length and licking the beautiful blood decorating the area. “And right now I want you to let me ride you, want you to slam into me and punish me for all the bad things I’ve done. I deserve it.”

The head of the toy was still trapped in your fist, twitching from Riri’s every word. You glided it through her crying folds, brushing her hole but not quite shoving your way inside, and she whined.

“Don't p-play. Please just f-fuck me baby.”

And that was all it took for you to slam up into her hovering hole, bullying your way inside her walls as she screamed from the intrusion. “Fuck! Just like that! Keep fucking this pussy like that! Go deep baby, make me take it!”

“This how you want it Ri? You want me to fuck this greedy pussy like this?” Your violent pumps shook her, and she slapped her open palm up against the window to keep herself upright, the knife clattering to the floor. “Use that nasty mouth and answer me when I fucking speak to you.”

But how could she?

Your hands needed something to grab onto as her addictive heat consumed every inch of your dick yet again, nearly rendering you unconscious, so naturally, they gravitated to her neck.

Your fist was strangling her throat, blocking her airflow and her ability to say words. You used her neck to pull her down onto the throbbing member ravaging her tight wetness, enjoying the melody performed by her pussy far more than any of your own.

Shit, you were going to come, and from the feel of things, you were going to unload inside her. An unfamiliar sensation began to brew inside your abdomen, a tightness you knew well, but tucked behind it was something far more rattling, and you weren't prepared for it at all.

“Ooh mami, I'm finna– I think I'm–”

She tapped your stifling fist, unable to breathe and you let her go so she could cough. “I-Inside… do it ins-side!”

And oh fuck, you felt it, the hunger that Syla had never once been able to truly feed. Riri could though, her strangling pussy walls could do that and more.

Your vision went white, and you were quite certain every star in the galaxy resided behind your welling eyelids. Ropes of your release spilled into her accepting cunt, filling her so much, everything that didn't fit leaked right back out and onto your already filthy seats.

“Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!”

“Tell me you love me.” She continued to bounce on the strap. You were so sensitive, you could barely take it, but you tunneled your fingertips into her ass cheeks anyway, aiding her as she rode you through your orgasm.

Riri leaned in, kissing your dry lips, “Say it. Tell me.”

“I love you…” You didn't mean it, not in the way she hoped you did. You never meant it when she made you say it, but it made her happy in the moment, and it made her flood your dick, so you always obliged.

With her pussy drowning in cum, hers and your own, she gingerly eased the strap from inside her, slithering onto the floor to wearily envelop your twitching dickhead in her swollen lips, but your ringtone stopped her.

“It's your girlfriend.” She chuckled jeeringly when she turned to read the name flashing your phone screen in the front.

“Let the bitch go to voicemail.” Your final words before you felt Riri swallow you whole, slobbering on the dildo as she permitted your second load to trickle down her throat.

•••

Serenity swaddled you while you lay there, helpless, following Riri's skillful performance with her mouth and jaw. You were still as the unbound night outside the steamy car windows, watching through drooping, fucked out eyes as Riri climbed into the driver's seat. She revved life back into the Ferrari's engine, stealing you, and driving you off to a destination unknown.

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[axailslink]

Oh she posting posting

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[zymruk]

Hey you [Shuri x Fem!Reader]

A/N:I've been obssessed with this woman ever since the release of the film. So here I am writing a story for her. Also, Reader's pronouns are she/they.

Warning(s): Fluff

Summary: Shuri's mind has been elsewhere lately. She couldn't stop thinking about Riri's roomate.

When Shuri had fled to the US to save Riri, she didn't expect to see two beds in that room. By what Okoye had told her, this room could only welcome one person. Riri. Still when she entered the room after the aforementionned, she didn't understand how you'd come to have a bed in that room. Wakandans' reseaches were thorough, way more than American Governments could ever wish to be.

"Oh my god, you're the princess!" As the words escaped Riri's mouth, you found on your way out of the toilet, Wakanda's royalty standing in your dorm room. You only had the time to hide back in before she saw you.

"Yes, now you need to come with me. You're in danger." She had whispered.

Riri looked like she had seen a ghost. "Did I piss off Wakanda?".

While Riri and Shuri were talking in the bedroom, in the bathroom you waited for what felt like forever. On top of that you had forgotten your phone. What a crappy day.

Suddently, you heard a ratteling noise, something was wrong with the window. It looked okay, but it was like it was getting pushed open. Aproching it, to make sure it stayed in place (you didn't need problems with the administration) you were more than taken aback when a bald headed woman's face appeared on the other side. You only had the time to yelp before you were pushed on the ground by the very same woman.

At this point you didn't care if the princess was there, this lady had broken into your bathroom! All you wanted was to get to safety.

-

Back in the room, Shuri and Riri's conversation was interupted by what seemed like a scream. Barely persceptible to the ear. Then, both women watched in chock how your rushed out the bathroom followed by what looked to be Okoye.

"Who the hell are you?" Riri and you had retreated to a corner of the room, now completely cautious of the two women.

"You said I had five minutes." Blurted Shuri.

"I gave you six." Said the strange woman. Now, after taking a look at her. Not only was she taller than you'd thought. But she wore the most ridiculous outfit you had seen in a while. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to make fun at a woman more than capable to crush you in two. Even if it was in your head. Not only that, but the princess' eyes were almost poking your face with how much intensity she looked at you. She, however, had to stop looking at you if she wanted to protect both Riri and you.

You didn't really understand what was going on. If they just wanted to talk to Riri, why had they broken into your dorm? Why had that lady quite literally fucked with your lease? And most importantly why were they sneaking to get there?

While in your thoughts, Riri had grabbed your brand new speaker as a way to defend the both of you. "Do not make another step!" The two Wakandans had moved foward, and in another attept at protection Riri had thrown the speaker at them.

"You see how they treat their guests?" Okoye turned to Shuri, with one of the tiniest smiles on her face.

"She brought a fucking spear in our room. Get out. We didn't do anything." You couldn't believe what was happening. Not only did they intrude on you but now they were threatening you with weapons? You weren't even alowed a taser here!

"We just want to bring you to safety, before something happens. However, we cannot disclose the reasons for your departure yet."

"Oh, you thought you could come in here and kidnap me, huh? Well you can't. There's a witness here." She stood there proud of herself. She couldn't come to wherever they wanted to take her if she had a witness, right? That was probably what she was thinking.

"What? No, I mean yes. You need to come with us. You're in great danger." The princess said exasperated.

Both you and Riri looked at each other before bursting out laughing. "That's litterally what a kidnapper would say. "You tried to say in your most serious voice. But failed miserably. In your defence, she said it weird.

Now at a crossfire, the princess and her guard shared a look and weirdly enough started smiling. "You know what you're right. We should leave you two alone to deal with what's coming. " All the while backing out towards the door.

"Yeah, let's go back to Wakanda and leave them to fight the fishman alone. With their speaker. I mean it's big enough." The baldheaded woman uttered.

"Wait! What do you mean fishman?" Riri asked for the both of you. In what type of caca did she put yall in this time.

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[asvterias]

𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 ~ 𝖱𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌

𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

the indistinguishable feeling of light pecks of kisses on your cheek caused you to stir gently, a frown forging on your face, aggravated at the interference. regardless of the ongoing circumstance, your eyes remained closed up until, you felt a weight shift on top of you before they resumed their attacks of kisses all over your face, deliberately dodging your lips.

groaning softly at the intruder as you shuffled slightly trying to shake them off of you. your sleep schedule would not change for anybody and that was non-negotiable.

presumably, it could’ve been your girlfriend riri, but that was impossible, knowing that she was undisputedly on a different continent, typically occupied with homework and projects.

due to your time spent apart, you yearned for her voice, touch, and just in general, you missed her presence. in addition, she was loaded with homework, so popping up for a surprise visit wasn’t an option.

the last time that you’ve seen your beloved girlfriend was on a hologram screen, exhaustion displayed all over her beautiful facial features as she hoarsely notified you about her day. despite college whooping her behind, she still found time to interact with you everyday, and if not, every two days.

she truly was an amazing girl, was she not?

one of her old hoodies draped over your knees with a pair of shorts to match, nevertheless, it will have to do for now.

with much reluctance, forcing yourself to consciously awaken and open your eyes to behold the glorious sight of your girlfriend, who was in fact, very real and not some figment of your imagination.

“morning, princess,” riri’s tone was laced with amusement as she resumed her peck kisses all over your face while sitting on your lap.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as she shuffled her hips on your waist, “what are you doing here? i thought that you weren’t supposed to be here till next week?”

supposedly, she was meant to be at her college, currently taking and acing her final exams for christmas, but here she was; laying on top of you, without a care in the world.

“i flew in early with the help of your siblings ‘cause i wanted to surprise you.” she informs you, her hand disappearing underneath the hoodie and roaming freely upward. “it’s always amazing what your girl folks’ can do ‘specially if one of them is the king of the most powerful nation to ever exist.” massaging her thumbs gently over your hardened brown buds and fondled with the plushness of your breasts.

“well consider me surprised.” you replied, sitting upright while your hands still settled onto her waist as she hummed in agreement before leaning over for a kiss.

“mmm…morning breath.” you disregarded her, discreetly blocking her face from your lips.

riri looks at you skeptically, a small grin appearing on her lips, and removed her hands from underneath the hoodie. “does it look like i care, ma?” however, her patience was very limited seeing as she didn’t let you reply, her hands gripped onto your wrists holding them above your head and silencing any upcoming words with a kiss.

impressed by the immediate action, you lightly moan into the kiss as you reciprocated it, softly caressing her face, once her hands retracted away from your restricted hands.

the kiss was tender and sweet, which was very common between the couple, also something that you deeply missed sharing with your intelligent girlfriend.

nothing too lustful or too rushed, it felt just right, full of passion and admiration for each other.

still involved in the kiss as her fingers weaved through your braids, having already taken off the bonnet, which was somehow still surprisingly attached to your head.

starting the day off, it always began with a morning kiss, to be quite frank, the williams girl claimed that it was her good luck charm and essential for her morning starter.

ever since riri ventured into your life, you’ve been soaring in heaven, and well, your family has never seen you this happier.

which you held dearest to your heart was mornings like these, equivalent to peaceful harmonies that you spent with your lover girl.

everything ran smoothly in your relationship to be exact, no huge arguments, just tiny conflicts here and there which were later resolved that same day with many promises and extra quality time together.

withdrawing the fun from dancing her lips amongst yours, she grew greedy and began littering kisses onto your neck. leaving no space unmarked, decorating your poor neck with very noticeable hickeys, triggering light pants from you.

biting, licking, kissing, or sucking to sprawl a reaction out of you was satisfiable enough for her. it’s been so long since you two last physically saw each other and riri wants to make up for the lost time.

when she nipped directly behind your right ear, causing your low groans to transform into a high octave, she was certain that she unleashed your sweet spot once again.

looks like she didn’t lose her touch after all.

“how about we make this morning more enjoyable?” riri smirks, pulling away from the abused neck consumed with dark brown hickeys and slowly slithered further down your body below your torso. “what do you say, princess?”

keeping her eyes locked onto yours as her deft fingers played with the waistband of your panties, edging you on as a pathetic tiny whimper draws from your mouth. your submissiveness earned a dry chuckle from the girl beneath you.

it wasn’t long till riri found a tiny damp patch on your panties. “i could tell someone else missed me, as well, isn’t that right, princess?” her sexy voice alone was adequate to make your panties completely damp and your pussy aching for her wonderful touch to which only she can fulfill.

complying to her inquiry, you tentatively nodded, somehow already impatient by her lack of attentiveness to your lower region. your body radiated all of the lust that you could’ve mustered, in hopes of riri actually assisting to your needs.

“don’t worry, ma. imma make you feel real good,” she promises, giving your clothed cunt a tender kiss making you buck involuntarily.

“please…riri,” you begged, your irises coated with utter desire. “please just touch me.”

in bed, titles meant nothing to your girl and she would degrade you however she feels to do so. just because you are princess [name] udaku, you’re also being secretly called pillow princess or my little slut by yours truly.

it wasn’t embarrassing on your part, you loved her being in control, knowing that she is the only one to put you in your place and she used that to her advantage as best she could.

was it justifiable to publicly humiliate you when surrounded by your family, also extensively aware of your image and status that you strongly upheld for your nation? of course not.

but did riri care? not one ounce of fucking regret.

in her case, you were being a brat and she had to put you in your place, no matter the circumstance. if her eyes ever drifted onto a secluded spot, best believe that she’s taking you then and there, being completely ruthless to your pussy.

soon enough, she discarded your undergarment and instantly got to work, trust me, when riri declared that she’ll make you feel good, she meant goddamn business.

‘cause of course, whatever her babygirl wants, her babygirl gets; nothing gets more simpler than that.

the rest of the morning resonated of constant moans and whimpers as a result of riri’s head being between your thighs. bast, you always wished for mornings like these, and now that dream is a reality. seems like your prayers were being answered in the most angelic way possible.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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[unnecessary-sobbing]

better than you - shuriri

PART ONE

content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing

pairing(s): shuri udaku x reader x riri williams

summary: you and riri have been rivals since you’ve started college. now you guys are expected to get along while on a mission with the new queen of wakanda. tension and new feelings grow and all shuri wants is for y’all to behave and not ruin the mission.

note: hopefully this becomes a series, but no promises bc i’m inconsistent as hell. don't know the ship yet, still working out the kinks

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riri williams, the student genius who’s good side everyone wants to be on. who wouldn’t? yes she’s smart, but she’s also charming, funny, strong, hardworking, and so much more.

you hate her guts.

not only is she smart, she’s also a smug asshole that will do anything to one-up you. you get a 99 on your exam, she’s rubbing her 100 in your face. you’re ahead of her in a robotics race, her robot blows yours up before you can cross the finish line. you make a copy of the hulk serum, she makes a fucking vibranium detector. and she does it all with the same smirk and wink.

it drives you insane.

“nice try boo.”

“awe, better luck next time mamas.”

“your design was good, just not as good as mine.”

luckily, it’s spring break and you don’t have to deal with her smugness for a week. you had an internship planned at trask industries in new york, having nothing else to do. you were excited to be able to work with one of the smartest scientists in the world. you have been following his work since you were in high school, and recently it came out that he is working on a new invention.

oh, but life isn’t fair.

yes, you were an intern, but you weren’t expecting to make coffee runs for trask. you wanted to be in the lab, watching him work and observing him in his space. you did not want to be getting cold brews.

you grumble as you leave the coffee shop, on your way back to the lab. just as you were about to cross the street, a black flying thing buzzed in front of your face. startled, you almost drop the coffee, a small stain appearing on your shirt. you tried shooing the thing away but it wouldn’t budge. looking at it closer, you realized that it was a kimoyo bead.

you let out a quiet gasp before walking to an empty alleyway, the bead following you.

“shuri?”

“(y/n), sorry for the abruptness. i need you in wakanda.”

you furrow your brows as shuri’s voice comes out of the flying bead. why does she need you so suddenly? it’s been a while since the last time you’ve seen her.

“like, now?”

“yes, it is quite urgent.”

“but i have a-“

“(y/n). you are one of the few people outside of wakanda that i trust. i cannot discuss much with you through this bead, but i believe that you might be in danger as well as many more people.”

that immediately shut you up. why the hell are you in danger? you really didn’t want to risk this once in a lifetime opportunity, but was it really worth your life? debatable, but you couldn’t work your dream job if you’re dead.

“okay.”

“good, you didn’t really have a choice. ayo will accompany you on your trip,” with that, the kimoyo bead buzzed past you. you turned around in the direction it flew and came face to face with ayo. her sudden appearance almost gave you a heart attack.

“how did you-“

“never mind that, the queen awaits you.”

she turns and starts walking away. hurriedly, you follow her to a wakandan ship.

the trip was silent as you thought about all the possible threats to you. ‘not many people know of my powers. if they did, how? how much danger am i in?’

it didn’t take long to get to wakanda, around two hours. once you landed, ayo led you into the palace and to the lab. when you entered the lab, you spotted shuri looking over holograms. you frown as you see someone next to her. you couldn’t really tell from the back, but she looked familiar. it wasn’t until you heard her laugh that you realized who it was.

no way.

“riri?”

both riri and shuri turned around to look at you. shuri walked towards you, leaving riri behind. she opened her arms for a hug and you went in, confusion still evident on your face.

“ah, (y/n) . you’re finally here, good.”

“yeah, nice to see you again. but, um, why is she here?” you ask after moving out of the hug. from behind shuri, you riri smile at you and wave, making you roll your eyes.

“riri? she’s here to help with the mission. is that an issue?”

“well…no, i-“

“i’m not her favorite person,” riri says as she walks closer to you two. she makes sure to stand next to you, your shoulders touching each other. you had an irritated look on your face as shuri looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.

“ah, well i hope you two can get along for the time being. come with me.”

she leads you and riri back to the hologram, blueprints and plans showing in mid air. you let out a quiet huff before following her. there were images of robots and weapons, notes written here and there.

“what’s all this?” riri asks watching as you reach out to one of the images of the robots and enlarging it. shuri steps closer to you, bringing a chunk of notes with her.

“plans and prototypes of weapons; weapons built to hunt down and eliminate mutants.”

you let out a surprised gasp, causing riri to look at you in confusion.

“is that why you called me here?”

“yes. we don’t have much information on the person who built it, except his shady connections. he hired someone to try and steal vibranium, which is why i was aware of this whole mutat-killing machine. you being a mutant would help us with this mission. sorry to drag you into this; you wouldn’t just be used as bait, of course, your mutant powers are perfect for what we need to do at some point.”

you stayed quiet the whole time she explained the situation. the whole mutant population was suddenly relying on you while your life was in danger as well. how the fuck are you supposed to take all that in at once? you knew you could refuse, but you know the guilt would kill you, plus the look shuri was giving you made it hard to say no.

“okay, i guess i’m in.”

“good.”

the three of you spent a good two hours going over plans and upgrades to suits. you were shocked when you found out what riri was doing that week she didn’t show up to any classes.

ironheart? that’s a cute name, i guess.

shuri had also designed a suit for you that adjusts your powers. she infused the material with your dna and vibranium so that it can phase through objects with you as well as protect you. once you guys finally called it a night, shuri led you two out of her lab.

“we will leave at sunrise, you guys are welcome to any services of the palace. the dora will lead you to the guest rooms.” with that she closed the door to her lap, probably wanting to work on a couple of things alone.

you and riri followed the warrior down the long halls in silence before she spoke up.

“never knew that you were a mutant, kinda cool.”

“hm, well i don’t just go around telling people i can phase through walls.”

riri chuckled at your response. it was a bit unusual for riri to compliment you without some sort of sarcasm or comparison.

“never knew you were some kind of superhero, that’s cool too, i guess. what was it, ironmaiden?”

“ironheart. and it’s top secret information, ma, but thanks.”

you guys make it to the end of the hall where there were two rooms across from each other. you guys walk to a different door.

“i guess i’ll see you later,” riri says, opening her door. you nod to her before entering your own room.

what did you just get yourself into?

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dance for you

pairing: riri williams x Black reader (feminine) summary: it's the first home game of the season and majorette dancer riri is excited to hear the roar of the crowd in the stans. too ad her number one fan is stuck working. wordcount: 3.1k warnings: rated 18+. minors dni. cursing. not beta’d (that’s a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: originally inspired by dominique getting ready for carnival in a couple videos that @axailslink posted a few months ago. hbcu!shuri and hbcu!riri live rent-free in my mind so i went with it. not gonna lie yall, i'm not the happiest with this, only because it was supposed to be longer. every time i tried to expand on it, it just didn't feel right to me which is why the ended may feel a bit abrupt. there might be a part 2 in the future (or a stand alone that could be read in connection to this), but for now, i hope you enjoy.

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she looked so fucking gorgeous. 

it was a little after five when you arrived to riri william's on-campus apartment, smirking up at the small yet advanced security camera she had rigged in place of a key. though you were a little skeevy about facial recognition and have your face scanned into the ether, you trusted her...and you loved being able to pop in and out of her place whenever the desire was there.

you didn't have much time before your six o'clock shift, this weekend being mandatory for all bartenders and not to brag, but you were one of brimstone's best. hell, you should've been. you had worked there since you were a freshman, unable to drink, but more than capable of keeping the liquor flowing and charming your way into extra tips.

ending the door, you headed towards the open bathroom door, your feet stopping as did your heart the second your gaze landed on the beauty that was your girlfriend in makeup. your approach had gone unnoticed, riri's eyes closed as her best friend viv continued to pat the beauty blender up her cheekbones, across her forehead, her back to you. 

"oooh, bitch, i'm scared of you," viv had said, giggling as she put down the orange sponge egg, grabbing the setting spray.

a fine mist sprayed from the clear matte bottle, giving your girlfriend's skin a dewy cast. white teeth flashed between nude painted lips as she laughed, the sound your favorite melody. 

you shifted in your position, leaning against the door frame content with watching your shawty get pampered in peace. she didn't always do this. between her classes, "side hustle", and working on her inventions, riri rarely had the time to press pause on life that was long enough to take time out for herself. honestly, the only time she really allowed herself to get dolled up, outside of date night with you, was during football season.

as a fly girl, a majorette on your university's dance team, there were certain level of self-maintenance riri was required to sustain and while during the off-season that meant she was focused more staying conditioned for the next season, the end-of-summer through winter window was when your girlfriend spent more time (and your money) getting her face beat, her hair styled and her nails filled in. 

not that you were complaining. you would never complain about doing something that made her so happy, her inner glow was physically visible to the naked eye. you be able to provide that for your girl? it made you feel favored and fortunate. 

except on nights like tonight.

though subtle, your shift in movement caught her best friend's attention, eyes glancing up at you through the mirror before going back to the task at hand, rocking her weight back onto her left leg.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said, swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."

you couldn't help, but laugh, throwing your head back; first, because of viv's commentary, but as always, your attention was never too far from riri. she chuckled before her friend's words fully interlocked cohesively in her mind, eyes opening immediately, knowing exactly where to look to connect with your own. your pink tongue dragged across the plump of your bottom lip as you settled into the full intensity of those brown eyes focusing on you. 

"hi baby," she said sweetly, soft smile spreading into a wider grin. 

it was clear from the alertness in her eyes, she hadn't expected you to stop by. honestly you were pushing it pretty close since it was a ten minute drive to brimstone, and you still needed to head back to your apartment to shower and get dressed, but if you were stuck working all night, surrounded but a bunch of horny, drunk, and high people, you damn sure were gonna make sure you saw your baby first.

hopping down off the bathroom sink counter, she side-stepped viv, arms immediately wrapped around your waist. careful not to ruin her best friend's hard work, you nudged her chin up, full lips coming down to press against hers, supple as always. 

"hi beautiful," you said, pulling back just enough to mumble the words against her duo-tone lips before capturing them with your own again.

"uh, yeah, girl, i'll meet you downstairs in like twenty minutes."

you barely heard viv as she grabbed her things and left, your attention solely on the young woman who had captured your heart a year and a semester ago. her hands toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing against the velvet of your skin as your hands shifted  to the sides of her head, fingers threading themselves in her microbraids. 

you pressed your lips against hers a couple more times before pulling back a few more inches to just look at her, taking her in. she used to hate when you did that, stared at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, as if just having her here proved the existence of magic and miracles. 

these days, things were different, her gaze now a mirror, reflecting back a love so deep you could free fall in it and never touch to bottom.

"you so damn pretty," you said, shaking your head slightly as if her beauty were an insult, lips curling upwards into a smile at the way she beamed at your compliment.

"thank you mami," she said, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw before letting you go, turning to clean up the leftover mess on the counter. "so...how long are you mine for?"

her tone was played casual, but you knew how to see beyond the dramatic lightness of her words.

"forever and a day, but..."

you approached her from behind, hands brushing the terry fabric of her robe as they wrapped around her waist.  you buried the rest of your statement in the space between her neck and robe collar.

"...unfortunately i have to leave in, like, five minutes ago."

"right now? are you serious?" 

you didn't even need to glance in the mirror to see the downturn of her lips though she revealed it to you, half turning in your arms to meet your gaze.

"you really can't make it tonight?"

you sighed softly, the slump of your shoulders obvious. you hated to disappoint her.

"i wish i could." your bottom lip poked out for a second, mimicking her pouty facial expression. "brian's making everybody touch the clock this weekend and since i didn't work last night..."

your voice trailed off, hand on her hip smoothing down over the curve of her ass as you leaned back in for another kiss, this one searing with memories of just how the two of you spent your night off. you weren't the only one still drunk off recollection, a throaty moan vibrating against your lips the second they touched hers. 

all too soon, you pulled apart, a sigh falling from between her painted pout, and not the kind of sigh you loved to coax out from her.

"but you have to go."

you could see her trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice, the urge to kick yourself growing stronger.

"i have to go," you confirmed, the hand on her chin moving down to mimic your right, ten fingers splayed against the soft cotton covering her ass. "but text me where you end up after the game. i'll come find you after my shift," you promised, eyes staying locked on hers for a moment longer, waiting for her nod in agreement. 

her eyes fluttered closed as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, right hand coming down to slap her left ass cheek, the contrast in action drawing a gasping giggle from her and a smirk from you as you made your way out her dorm apartment's door.

yeah, you made a mistake coming in to work tonight. it wasn't that it was boring, not per sé, but at 7 o'clock, it was still pretty early. the only people at the bar were those who couldn't get tickets to the game and with a stadium who's capacity sat at 20,000 people, that number of fanatics without was relatively low. 

still, you weren't bored. you'd just rather had been somewhere else. 

like at the stadium cheering your hbcu's football team on at its first home game of the season...and watching the love of your life shake her ass with a touch of class in the sexiest uniform you've seen in your four years of attending. 

the worst part about it was that you hadn't even seen riri wearing it in-person, instead only getting 8-second glimpses of it on the social media stories of her dance sisters. the last one had been a casual version of the fly girl sway, complete with attitude poses and your favorite thing to see her wear, a smile.

fuck, you had to get out of here.

it took you two beer replacements and an appetizer sampler platter to come up with an easy, but fail-proof way to get out of a shift with a guy like brian. it wasn't hard to find him, the older man hiding away in his office, no doubt watching the game's live feed on his laptop.

your knuckles rapped sharply against the door twice, your boss' head snapping up immediately as if he had gotten caught doing something forbidden. he was so busted. you coughed once to hide your amusement.

"uh, hey brian, i know i just clocked in like 2 hours ago, but i gotta go home."

if anyone knew how to frown with their entire face, it was brian. even his nostrils seemed to display disappointment in your words. 

"and why exactly is that?"

"it's personal."

"so is having a job and working your intended shift to totality."

how you didn't roll your eyes at his bullshit was beyond you. instead, you looked away, left then right, weight shifting back and forth as your shuffled on your feet. after the moment of awkwardness you purposely created, you peeked up at him, grimacing.

"so my cycle just started and there's bl-

brian's work-weathered hand came up to stop your sentience from continuing to completion, just as you knew it would. this was a fifty-four year old man who took his tmi very seriously, which made it pretty easy for you to exploit in emergencies like this. 

"just go, but i expect you to prepared to pick up some extra hours next weekend."

the not-so-veiled threat barely made it to your ears the way you rushed back down the hallway, feet squeaking against the titled floor as you narrowly missed a busboy in your haste.  you rounded the corner of the small break room, using the term "room" loosely.  deft fingers spun the silver combination lock, the tumbler dropping the base so you could pull open the creaking metal door and grab your backpack from the bottom. yanking at the ties of your waist apron, you pulled out the folded bills from the front pocket, the meager tips you managed to earn in the almost two hours of your shift, before shoving the apron and your lock into your bag. 

a loud clang sounded in the room as you closed the door, your feet already in motion towards the entryway and then out the back door.

you contemplated whether or not you should change before heading to campus, your work uniform of black jeans and a black fitted black t-shirt not the worst fit in world, but still nothing close to your usual style. a glance at the clock on the dash told you that if you wanted to see riri's lithe form dancing her heart out, the outfit change would have to wait.

it was a good thing you decided to skip it, too, since the parking lots were full. the packed side streets and grass lot parking had you wishing you had finally gotten your motorcycle license.

turning the block the stadium was on, you could hear the roar of the crowd. you wanted to believe it was for your school, but since the opposing team's school was only two hours away, it wouldn't have surprised you in they had fans attending by the bus-load as well.

just as you were able to say "fuck it" and risk parking in front of the two-hour meter parking you knew was located a couple streets over, a bright orange sign caught you attention, the word "media/press parking" in bold, black block lettering. a smirk formed on your face as you cut your wheel in the new direction.  

the roar of the crowd near deafening as the home team gained 20 yard, only 10 more yards to go to widen the score gap with less than two minutes on the clock before half time, . squeezing through the slow walking and talking bodies, your hand gripped tighter the canon dslr camera that hung from the leather strap adorning your neck, backpack straps trapping the "campus media" badge and lanyard close to your chest.

you had never been so grateful to have joined the yearbook club a year ago, an extra curricular supplement to your photography minor. the navy blue and platinum silver badge pretty much let you get behind the scenes of any school event, which you used to your advantage, flashing the plastic card at the security guard blocking the tunnel gates before slipped past him.

you carefully maneuvered your way along the sideline towards the home team's side of the stans, grateful the that violence of the game was taking place at the other end of the field. it would be just your luck that you got all the way here just to get tackled by a defensive player trying to take down a running back. 

honestly, you couldn't care less about the game, about the screaming fans and the hyped up players near the bench waiting to take their turn on the turf. your eyes searched the stands, instead, easily landing on the twelve dancers sitting poised, one leg crossed over the other as the band behind them transitioned into a new tune.

holding up the camera, you took a few test shots of the fly girls, thumbing quickly to adjust the settings before bringing the viewfinder back up to your face. you couldn't help but zoom in, catching candids of your girlfriend as she waiting for the dance captain to start her lead-in. 

glancing over your shoulder to be sure you were still in the safety zone, you refocused on the task at hand. since there were already other campus photographers on the sidelines, you technically didn't have to get photos of the game, but you weren't going to break cover now, not after you busted your ass to get where you were standing in the first place.

you snapped another photo, looking down at the digital screen with a frown, not exactly happy with the aperture priority.  fiddling with the dials, you glanced up at the stands again, head bobbing as your eye caught the dancer next to riri giving her a nudge and pointing in your direction. speedily, you lifted the camera back up to your face, index pressing down repeatedly as you captured her reaction to your presence. shifting the weight of the camera to your left hand, you raised the right, returning her enthusiastic wave before catching the kiss she blew at you with a smirk.

riri was literally glowing.

the energy in the air was electrifying, supercharged, after the Bruisers took the W, keeping them undefeated at the start of the season. thankfully the teams, band, and dancers were allowed to clear the stadium before the fans, event staff such as yourself following behind.

leaning back against the sleek black of your audi r7, you settled in to wait for riri to exit the blue double doors. honestly, you didn't mind letting the thousands of people fight their way out of their spots and onto the road. you were in no rush, giving a polite smile or wave as familiar faces as they cleared the press lot.

the slight bite of the cool breeze stroked against the bareness of your arms, your hands sliding back and forth to warm them despite the perfectly working heaters on the other side of the car door. just as you were about to give in and sit inside, the petite woman emerged from the double doors, her eyes scanning the busy lot until she found who she was looking for.

you.

it was as if a switch had turned on, the way riri brightened up the moment her eyes landed on you. a smile stretched wide across her face. legs kicking dramatically behind her, she half-jogged in your direction, both hands tucked into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized h---  wait, that was your hoodie. as well as your sweatpants, tied tight to her waist though still baggy on her hips.

"you missed me that much you had to steal my clothes?" you asked, pulling her into your arms.

leaning into her, riri's back bowed slightly as you pressed your full lips to hers, arms pulling her in closer as your lips traveled to her chee bones, her nose, her forehead. her laughter stole her breath as she gave it to the wind, pearly whites to the sky as she grinned.

"well i didn't know if you were comin' or not so i had to do what i had to do." she shrugged, eyebrow quirking as she stood bold in her truth, in her blatant desire to have you close.

"well, i'm here now so no substitutes needed, aight?" your hands slide away from her as you moved to open the passenger side door for her. "so where we headin'--yours or mine? i know you prolly wanna shower before we hit up some parties and i damn sure ain't wearin' this shit out tonight."

eyes never leaving her frame, you watched riri glide into the front seat with the gracefulness only a dancer could have. 

"we can head to yours. i think my 90's lakers jersey dress is over there and you got the perfect jordans to go right wit em too." 

there wasn't anything to say to that, nothing to do but to chuckle and shake your head as your fingers pushed the door closed. there was security in the way riri was so confident in her ability to just assume your things as hers. pride would swell in your chest seeing her swimming in your clothes, her healthy appetite and habitual exercise routine aiding in the appearance of her natural petiteness. not to mention that shit turned you all the way on.

it never felt unappreciated in the way her presence carried over into your personal space, not with the way the invitation was always mutual.

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[saffichearts]

Plenty of Fish in the Sea | part 2

Riri Williams x BlackFem! Mermaid Reader. | Fluff | Slight nudity.

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I blinked awake to the sun slicing through the blinds, casting stripes across our dorm room. The warmth on my face was nothing compared to the heat beside me. Riri was sprawled out on her bare stomach, drool edging her lip, equations and gadget parts scattered like breadcrumbs around her head. Genius even in sleep.

Stretching, I edged away from the tangle of sheets, careful not to disturb her. She’d been up until the early hours, tinkering with her latest invention, something to her suit watertight. “For when we have to dash,” she’d said with that lopsided grin that somehow always made my pulse quicken.

The floor was cool underfoot as I padded to the window, pulling it open to taste the salt on the breeze. The sea called like a siren’s song—my other half yearning for the caress of the waves. For a moment, I hesitated, watching Riri sleep, but the pull was too strong.

“Gonna catch some waves, babe,” I whispered, lips brushing her temple. “I'll be back soon.”

At the cliff edge, I checked to make sure no one was around before letting the transformation wash over me. A shiver, a shimmy, and where legs had been, my tail returned—scales glimmering cerulean and jade under the midday sun.

With a graceful dive, I was engulfed by the comforting embrace of the ocean. I laughed, bubbles escaping as I twirled and twisted, speaking the language of currents and tides.

Hours slipped away until I surfaced, still exhilarated. I floated on my back when I saw her, Riri, standing defiance at the water’s edge, in her high-tensile strength suit that could withstand the deep-sea pressure, looking like the superhero she often was without needing a suit at all.

“There you are,” she said. “Felt like joining you. Is that cool, or am I intruding?”

“Intrude away,” I beckoned. With a running leap and a backflip, she pierced the surface like an arrow. Few moments later, with a waterproof respirator in her mouth, she joined me, her brown eyes dancing behind the lens of her suit.

“No tech needed for you, huh?” she teased, swimming closer. “Just moonlight and magic?”

“Something like that,” I grinned, spouting water in a playful fountain that made her sputter and laugh.

We swam until our limbs were jelly and our hearts synchronized with the ebb and flow. As the sun began to dip, painting molten gold onto the water, we found a secluded shore to rest.

Riri lay beside me, pulling off her goggles, the sunset catching the outlines of her strong, lean figure. “Race you back?” she offered, that spark of challenge in her voice I loved so much.

“You’re on, Williams,” I said, knowing full well I’d let her win.

But in the race of hearts, I guess we were both champions, laying claim to stretches of sand and sea, horizons and the spaces between stars—two girls from different worlds with no boundaries when it came to love.

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[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: riri williams, fluff #7 and smut #5

Fluff #7: "Shut up and let me hold you."

Smut #5: "Can't you give me one more?"

Sweat rolled down your forehead as you laid back against the pillows on the bed. Sheets scattered along the floor with the discarded clothes you and your girlfriend wore today. After your last class she had dragged you to get lunch before the two of you ended up in her room to study. What started out as innocent study time led to a make out session on her bed. Now here you were in this provocative position. Her head between your legs as you wriggled underneath her. "Fuck! Baby just like that." Her tongue worked around your folds before giving a harsh suck on your clit. You arched off the bed when your orgasm tore through you instantly. Without letting up her tongue fucked you through your release before you feel back against the bed. She looked up at you and watched as your eyes fluttered closed while you caught your breath. Your legs twitched as she gave a small kitten lick to your clit and you gently pushed her head away. 

"Babe, I can't." You whined as you were sensitive after your little study session. She gave a low laugh as she massaged your inner thigh, peppering soft kisses along your skin. "Come on ma. Can't you give me one more?" You swore your soul left your being when she dove back in, inserting two fingers inside you. Didn't take much as you were soaked from your earlier orgasm. Your attempts to close your legs amused the girl between them as she held them open. You were spread out for her to devour. It didn't take long for the tightening feeling to return as she curled her fingers in the come here motion. The coil snapped and you felt yourself squirt over Riri's face which was waiting patiently for your juices. She slurped up every drop before crawling up your body slowly. She kissed your cheek as she fell beside you, coming across to hold your waist. 

"Damn girl." You breathed out and she gave a soft laugh. "You and this one more shit." You knew she always wanted you to cum more than once. Hell she'd make you cum as many times as she wanted if it ended with you squirting on her face. 

"What can I say? You drive me crazy." You grinned as her hand brush passed your sex. You grabbed her wrist with a playful scoff before kissing her hand. "Crazy enough to fall asleep with cum all over your face?"

"Shut up and let me hold you. Damn." She cursed and your shoulders shook in laughter before leaning into her ready for sleep to claim you.

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[creamecafe]

Dating Riri Williams Would Include...

Navigation | Riri Williams Playlist

Pairing: Riri Williams x GN!Reader (No pronouns)

Warnings: sfw, fluff, small allusion to sex or make-out but no smut

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• Clingy 24/7 definitely

• I mean come on shes short and by seeing how she didn't want Shuri to leave her alone while they were in the Talokan cave says a lot!

• Helps you with your homework

• Chilling in bed together while listening to music

• Will defend you if anyone tries to make fun of you

• Holding hands while walking in the hallways or on campus to show people that your hers and not afraid to show it

• Can guarantee she calls you mama or Mami to get you in the mood, only in private of course

• Amazing aftercare and cuddling is heaven with her

• After Okoye in her dorm and being in Wakanda, you can imagine her making sure that the dorm is locked so nobody gets in and protecting you

• Hugs from behind even if she's short

• Won't stop talking about both of your guys future. Possibly getting your own house or apartment together

• After a long day of class, doing people's homework, and working in her lab, nothing sounds more good than just spending time with you

• Tells you about her day and some people in her class annoying her and you being the only reason why she isn't throwing hands

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[mingitheii]

Toxic!Riri x reader

Quick piece for y'all, I might post something else later

Masterlist

Definitely spends a lot of time in her garage working on projects

She is a slow responder

"if it was so important, you could tell me in person"

Spends Fridays at late night parties

Sometimes you go with her

If you don't go, just know she's dancing with somebody else

In reality she'd never actually cheat on you though

Gets SUPER jealous when people flirt with you

Or even look at you funny ngl

"do we really have to talk about this again?" type beat

I know I don't write nsfw BUT

she definitely chokes you during sex

"say your mine ma"

"say it louder"

If she sees you in something "provocative" she definitely looks you up and down with a tight jaw

"And where are you going baby"

She runs her hands up and down your sides

You usually don't end up going out after this

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dm if you want to be added or removed

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

Worth the Wait || valentine's day piece #2

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

summary: riri visits you for valentines day

word count: 3.4k

contains: again, smut (18+) with literally no plot. stud!riri, strap!riri, oral (both receiving), praise (if you squint it's there i promise), spanking (riri loves big booty bitches), dom!riri, fingering, riri is a little mean, overstimulation

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soon as the stud!riri conversation started i ran to my google docs and this was a result of that. my first time writing riri smut so be nice to me! riri williams you will never beat them stud allegations, sorry boo i know what you are. also I slipped in some of y'alls hc's for extra fun! anywhos this has no plot, not even a dash. enjoy <33

Tipsy giggles escaped you as you stumbled clumsily down the hotel hallway, peering over your shoulder occasionally to assure Riri still followed you. She did, but her strides were nowhere near as graceless as your own. They were calculated, measured; Riri trekked behind you with the utmost confidence.

She hummed a tune, smirking only slightly with eyes that hung low. That stare made you keenly aware that she was only allowing you to lead the race back to your suite, she allowed you to believe you had the upper hand. The musk of her cologne followed you closely though, dizzying you along with the wine in your system.

You held tight to your bouquet of scarlet roses, clinging to it for dear life. One slight movement and they would tumble to the floor, and you along with them. Your little jog picked up speed and you ignored the four times your ankle twisted, you were in a hurry, a hurry to get away from her. Ultimately, every step you took was in vain.

Riri had the room key, there was no getting in without her. You halted as this realization dawned on you and pouted when she approached. It was still there, that sly smirk. The smirk lingered on her kiss-swollen lips, hiding behind the faint stain of your red lipstick there as well.

She stood before you, studying your frame intently, no doubt making a mental list of all the places her lips would caress once you got inside. Riri leaned in, pressing her front to yours and you gasped shakily. Her cologne clogged your brain. The aroma was strong, and it was rich. It was the most seductive scent you’d ever inhaled.

And that’s what it was doing, right now; Riri’s cologne was seducing you all by its lonesome. She met your eye line and licked her lips. Containing your need for her grew more impossible the longer she stood there, ogling you in the way she did.

Someone moaned. And when she laughed you were ashamed, but not in the least bit surprised to learn it was you. “You’re crushing my roses.”

It was all you could muster and thankfully it was enough to get her exacting gaze off you, be it only briefly. Eyes, seemingly only aware of you and your flustered demeanor, panned quickly to the flowers in your hold, and you took the opportunity to exhale quietly.

She flicked her gaze back to you again, then down to your heaving chest. “Move.”

One word, she shot it at you as one would a bullet, and you stumbled. Crimson flowers threatened a fall, one you didn’t allow. You held your ground, ignoring her tone, ignoring how sexy she looked.

You didn’t care about her loose-fitting camo pants, or about that green jumper she wore along with them, no. Her navy blue puffer coat did not matter, neither did her skully, even if it looked hot as hell sitting atop her fresh braids. Those gold chains, no one cared about those. White air forces were played out anyway, right?

The dampness at your core sang a different song. Your pussy cared, she cared a lot. “You gotta move ma, I need to open the door. Unless you tryna have these people watch us. I ain’t know you was into that.”

You groaned and stepped out of her way. “I might really want you to fuck me right now, but you mad annoying you know that?”

“Yeah, I know.” She pushed the door open, gesturing for you to enter and you did. “But you still gon let me hit so who’s really winning?”

You rolled your eyes at her. Stepping further into the room you took notice of the way she decorated it: Petals on the floor and on the bed. Heart-shaped scented candles adorned every surface, unlit but their scent carried. On the bed sat two cute teddies holding fluffy hearts.

“Aww babe, you did all this?” You pulled her in, kissing her face and she giggled into all of it. “You’re so cute, the cutest!”

Riri loved when you babied her, it was truly her weakness, and you enjoyed doing it.

“I need you out of those clothes, and between my legs like right now. It’s been too long since I got some good head.” Her words excited you and you began to strip, watching as she did the same.

The longer you stared at her, the more you realized just how much you missed her, just how much you needed her. Needing Riri was an all-consuming feeling, your entire being craved her when she wasn’t near, and when she was, that need amplified beyond reason, it surpassed understanding. “Not my baby putting on the dewey getting all sexy for me.”

“Girl, you think I’m finna sweat my hair out dealing with you?” She tried stifling her giggle, pulling you close and connecting your lips, desire spilling out of her and into you.

You kissed her back just as hard, letting the lust-filled air wrap your bodies tightly together. Wanting lips, hungry lips latched onto her neck as you pushed her toward the bed, letting her fall directly into the white sheets. You straddled her, thick thighs on either side of her muscular frame. It was your turn to smirk now, you had her exactly where you wanted her, trapped beneath your ass and thighs. And it was where she was happiest.

“These are sexy as fuck, too bad Ima rip them off real soon.” Her fingers snaked under the thin material of your baby pink lingerie, grazing your lace-clad skin tenderly, and you shuddered.

You pecked her lips once, twice, three times, before sliding all the way down her body, stopping at the spot you know she needed you the most. Riri helped you slip her briefs down rather swiftly and you laughed at her readiness. “Somebody’s eager.”

Two fingers glided through her watery folds and she hissed. You avoided her clit at all costs, opting to tease her entrance instead. Your fingers would hover right at the edge, brushing deftly, but you would never sink them inside. Not fully. Riri needed to beg for it, you needed her to plead for you. Her moans picked up once she caught wind of your plan and she twitched. “Mami please, I need it.”

“What do you need baby?” You kissed the inside of her thighs before biting a little, she always loved that.

“Your mouth, your fingers, please. Please, fuck I need it!” The e’s in her spitting of the word ‘need’ dragged out, and you gladly granted her wish. Your wet tongue dipped into her pussy, she was dripping and you’d barely touched her. A satisfied smile stretched across your features at the thought. Riri was just as desperate for you as you were for her.

“You taste so good Ri.” Your words came out muffled, and the way she twitched told you they pushed burly waves of shock throughout her body. Her clit was in your mouth and you sucked sloppily, earning loud whines from your girlfriend. All the while two fingers stretched her, causing her to curse as she shot her back off the bed. “Relax baby, relax.”

You pumped her hole swiftly, splashing around in the wetness she oozed for you, enjoying her taste on your lips. Riri’s whimpers were your favorite song, you looped them in your mind, knowing she would only make those sounds for you. “You sound so fucking sexy for me, moaning and shit. Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes ma, fuck. I’m so close.” Her hips jerked, confirming her admission and you smiled.

Your pace increased and another finger found its way into her, this time yanking a cry from her lips. “This pretty pussy gonna come for me? Huh? You gon come Ri?’

Her nods were vigorous, her eyes were slammed shut as she arched upward. “So fucking wet. Yeah come for me.” You returned your lips to her sensitive bud, swirling your tongue around, granting her no ease. You wanted to make her melt for you, needed her to come undone around you.

“Shit, I’m coming!” Digits nudged her nerves and her muscles clamped around you, locking your hand in that position. You continued sucking her through her orgasm, spitting on her already-soaked pussy and lapping her up best you could. The way her clit jumped in your mouth should've been your cue to release her, but you refused. “Fuck mami, okay, okay! Shit, okay!”

Riri pushed your head away and you climbed her body to meet her lips. Her pants, so pretty, so sinful, made you smile smugly before you kissed her. The kiss was long and heated, allowing her to taste every drop of her sweet nectar on your mouth and she moaned into your throat. “Nasty ass. You like how you taste on me?”

She nodded shyly, allowing you to inhale her neck. That fucking cologne would be your end. Without so much as a warning, Riri flipped you, and you gasped. She towered over you, rising like a shadowy figure in the night and you gulped. “You ready for me?”

“Mhmm.” Your grin was wide and she kissed it away.

“You ain’t ready for me.”

•••

The hotel bed creaked obnoxiously loud from the force of Riri drilling you. Greedy hands on your waist pulled you back, hard, against her thick strap again and again. She stretched you wide, so wide little red hearts bounced around behind your eyelids. God, you missed her, missed this. Missed the way she fucked you senseless.

The sweet fragrance of roses slithered its way up your nose. Red petals glued to your face as she shoved you deeper into silk pillows, attempting to muffle your moans. The act proved to be useless when she hit your special spot. Riri was not one to enjoy failed attempts, but she relished in the idea of your screams coming from the sinister way she was blowing your back out.

“Fuck, you missed me?” Slick trickled down your legs, her thrusts creating a loud sloshing sound at your core. Riri wanted you to answer, the powerful way she bucked into your pussy made that abundantly clear. But words were lost on you, this she knew, which made her demand all the more menacing.

A babble emerged from your gut accompanied by a string of desperate whimpers, none of them coherent, none of them satisfactory for Riri either. Her right hand left your bruised hip, traveling under your center, and colliding with your dripping cunt. Her ringed middle finger found your swollen clit and swiftly began its assault. “I know you heard me mami, did you miss me?”

“Yes! Yes I m-missed you!” You gurgled up your response, but it seemed to please her. She placed a hot palm at the base of your spine, rocking into you with low grunts of her own. It wasn't hard to guess what she was doing, you didn't need to lift your head from the sheets to know. Your girlfriend was fond of watching herself work you. Riri enjoyed seeing her strap glide through your folds. She loved pushing in deep until the base hit your ass, witnessing your hole devour the toy before her eyes.

Your clench mesmerized her, and the emergence, that was her favorite part. It left her in awe every single time, the way your pussy would spit the dildo back out covered in all your creamy juices. And you were certain she was doing that now, allowing herself to be amazed by the way you performed for her as if she'd given you a choice in the matter.

“Shit, look at you baby.” She pulled out, slapping the strap against your sopping core, and kneaded your butt roughly. It made you wince, you were already so tired, it wouldn't be long before your legs gave out. “I know this pretty pussy missed me.”

You whined, allowing her to dig deeper into you. Salty tears were spilling from your sockets, dampening the pillows stuffed in your face and you could taste the flowers clinging to you. Wails made your mouth open wider; every sound you released was a cry for more. More of her touch, more of her stretch. More. More. More.

“M-missed you s’much!” Your head lifted only slightly to regard her before your teeth sunk into the tear-stained pillows once more. Riri knew you wouldn't last much longer, but she loved pushing you far, and you were certain that's where the night was headed.

“Yeah? You gon show me how much mami? Show me how much you missed me.” She let your hips go and you couldn't help your sigh of relief. Riri’s hold on your waist was firm, she was immensely strong for her size, and months apart had helped you forget just how strong. The pressure from her grip and the pressure from her thrusts were too immense when combined.

She pushed your back down, somehow managing to bury you deeper into the linens. Your arch was sharp, almost spine cracking as you began to throw your ass back for her. She let you take control, allowed you to slam against her abdomen over and over. This, the image of your flesh jiggling for her, was another one of her favorites.

“That's it mamas, go crazy on that dick for me, just like that. Shit.” A hard smack to your ass made you scream out and another one made you clench around her. You paused, needing a second to recuperate. “Keep going, I ain't tell you to stop.”

She spanked you again, this one harder, punishing. It didn't derail you though, and she cooed praises into your back. You continued rocking yourself up and down the shaft of the dildo, making your ass jump each time. Your thighs quivered and your knees felt like they were sinking, sinking deeper into the mattress as you fucked yourself on the length of her.

Another hard hit vibrated through you and your body spasmed, “Ahh!”

“What you screaming for pretty? You want me to do it again?” Riri did not wait for a response, and you hadn't expected her to, this was her normal. She smacked your ass again, this time squeezing before she let go. Your clench was involuntary, it grew stronger the closer you got to a release and the tingling in your toes let you know you weren't far off.

You bounced back on her again, this time sloppier as you screeched. “Fuck, baby I'm so close.”

“I know. Keep going.” Fingers found your clit again and you were sure the entire floor heard your cry. She pressed her front onto your sweaty back as she rubbed your bud harshly. Your eyes rolled and spit bubbled from your mouth, mixing with your warm tears. She did this to you every time. Long distance was hard, going to school in different states was hard, but the way she fucked you like a mad woman when reunited made it worth it. It was all worth it in the end.

You groaned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in attempts to alleviate some intensity. You worked her still and Riri continued to electrify your body with spank after spank. “Baby I'm gonna come!”

“Not until I say so.” Riri pulled her hands from your sore pussy and you listened for the suck, her hum at the taste of you, and the soft pop from her slipping her fingers out her mouth. It made you smile some, every time without fail.

Those same hands were on your aching hips again, snatching, squeezing and you relinquished control of your body, surrendering your exasperated form over to her with ease. Her hips snapped into you with fierce precision, not caring about your screams or your whines. She was fucking you how she wanted and you would just have to take it. Her chains clinked, knocking into each other like the way she knocked into you. Your pussy clamped around her, firm and unrelenting in its ridgid hold and she chuckled darkly.

You were aware this made her task all the more tedious, the task of ramming into you at the speed she desired, but you were also privy to her enjoyment. “Fuck baby, you know I love when you do that shit.”

The tip of the strap crashed into your g-spot, ripping a breathy howl from your depths and it was then that your knees gave out entirely. You prepared for the fall, to have your body plummet into the soaked and rumpled comforter, but that occurrence never came. Instead, Riri’s arm slung under your stomach and she held you up, fucking you all the while. "Riri, please!"

“Yeah, go head and come for me ma.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you permitted your stifling orgasm to swim through you. There was a scream, one that rawed your throat. You remembered a huff of air leaving your body when you came, soft pecks trailing your spine, and the caring way Riri eased out of your hole. Cum leaked from you, you felt it, it was everywhere. You were barely breathing, barely conscious when Riri’s tongue darted into your cunt.

“Wait, Ri, baby wait.” You were shivering, you tried your best to crawl away, but it was no use. You lacked the strength, the stamina.

She clutched your thighs, pulled your ass up, and kept your face down on the bed. Foolish, that's what you thought. You were foolish to believe for a second that she was finished with you. “Nah, don't run. What you running for?”

She slurped your cum hungrily and your extensive wetness echoed throughout the hotel room. You hadn't the strength to moan for her, only expelling quiet little whimpers. Her tongue circled your hole continuously and you shook. Your poor clit, so sore, so used. Riri sucked it gently, in what you assumed was her way of easing up. You backed your ass into her face unconsciously and her lips let your folds go to laugh.

“Riri… I–”

“Lay down mami, lemme take care of you. I just need one more, you can do that for me right?”

Once on your back, you gave her a tired nod, barely able to hold your eyes open.

Riri kissed your sticky pussy, lapping at the cum seeping from you. “You so damn messy baby, fuck look at all this.” She kissed your inner thigh, tongue dragging along the streaks of wetness there.

You whined in response, pressing fingers into her silky black durag, trailing them along the dips and dents of her braids underneath. Your bruised hips jerked as you bucked into her mouth and she hummed, sucking your clit harder. Wiggling out of her hands had never worked for you in the past, but you tried it still.

Her smile, there it was, that's why you did it. That conniving smile was why you tried escaping her, because you knew she took pride in your inability to. She was condescending about it, cocky, and you loved it.

She pushed her way inside you again, and the coolness of her rings made you hiss. The sensation was soothing in a way, it was sort of what your hole needed. You needed something icy in the area, something to pamper the soreness. “You doing so fucking good for me. Almost done, okay?”

Another nod, this one less convincing than the first. If you were being honest, you weren't sure your body could hold still to consciousness if you came again. But you would try, you would try for Riri. Her digits curled inside you and you twitched. “C-close.”

She bobbed her head, but her speed didn't increase. Her thrusts were easy, loving. They diverted every sensation you were feeling to a center point, connecting and tangling them together. There were knots being tied for the sole purpose of breaking, unraveling. Your breathing picked up and you could feel every bead of sweat that formed on your body. They rolled down your back, your shoulders, in between your curves and rolls. They sped up with each heave of your chest, tensing your knots, testing their limits.

“Fuck! Right there Ri baby!” You lurched off the bed, grinding deep on to her working fingers.

“That's the spot mamas, hmm? Right here?” Riri slammed into your sensitive nerves over and over until you were bawling her name. Fractured, weak, tired. Your voice crawled out of your raw throat fractured, weak, and tired. It hurt to moan, but you did it anyway. Ecstasy surged through you like a strong current, threatening to yank you underwater as you came again.

Lucidity slipped away from you the moment Riri’s lips met your tender hips, placing soft pecks along your gorgeous blemishes. “These gon be there for a minute, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” You managed to croak out and she pulled you into her arms. Riri kissed your temple whilst rocking you from side to side to calm you. “I-I’m glad you're here, missed y-you. Love you.”

“I love you too. I'm right here baby, I'm not going nowhere.”

You tilted your head, peering up at her through sleepy lids, tugging on her necklace to get her attention. Riri’s eyes met your face and her smile was instant, she knew what you wanted.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours carefully, considerately. The kiss was quick, but it was exactly the thing you needed. The gentleness of it, the affection that powered it was the last thing you felt before the lastings of your release made good on its promise to pull you into a deep sleep.

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[axailslink]

She’s so pretty

Dominique is so pretty y’all

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[idekwhatthisis69]

You Are Your Father's Daughter (PART ONE)

Riri Williams x FEM Reader

Summary: Iron man's daughter is spending the weekend in Wakanda to help comfort her friend on the year anniversary of her brother's passing. But after a man from the water threatens Wakanda she decides to stay and meets someone who reminds her of her own loss.

Content: Cussing, Flirting, Injury, Wakanda Forever spoilers

Word Count: 3298 words

"I know why you're really here."

"To see an old friend and her beautiful home?" You quirked your eyebrow at your long-time friend.

"No." She replied frustration slightly hidden underneath her voice.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm only here for the vibranium."

You joked as you tinkered with the suit Shuri had told you to make to which she rolled her eyes at you. "I'm fine, really. I don't need a babysitter." She protested as she continued to press buttons on the screen in front of her. "I'd hope not. It would be kinda weird if I was babysitting you, since you're older than me." You put down the tool you were using and stood up from your table walking towards her. "But I am your friend, and I know first-hand how shitty a death anniversary can be, especially the first one." You placed your hand on her shoulder making her turn to you and give you a reassuring smile. "I know... but I really am OK, Y/N." You didn't believe her but you weren't going to push so you raised your hands in defence "OK. Whatever you say. I'm here if you need me though, you got me all weekend." She nodded as you went back to work on the blue suit.

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That was 3 days ago and now you were standing beside Shuri in Cambridge, outside MIT. "Karen, locate Riri Williams." You instructed your AI that was built into your sunglasses. Your glasses then zoomed into a small black girl with big cornrow braids walking towards a group of boys and you smirked "It's her." You directed your head to her as she took one of the boy's phones. "Her? Are you sure?" Shuri questioned and you turned to her lowering your sunglasses momentarily to give her a 'are you really doubting me' look. "But she looks your age." You gave a small smile and shrugged before you turned away from Shuri to continue watching the girl. "Would you like me to activate Enhanced Reconnaissance Mode?" Karen asked and you nodded "Yes, please." You listened to Riri's conversation and gathered that she was getting paid to do the boy's schoolwork and that she had a Chicago accent that gave you small butterflies in your stomach.

You had to pull your eyes away from Riri as she walked into a building and you zoned back into the current conversation. "It'll be more discrete" Shuri spoke "I can be discrete." Okoye argued making you and Shuri look the woman up and down plainly judging her. "What? Is it the makeup? It's the wrong shade isn't it?" The general spiralled as Shuri tried to convince her she looked good but then Okoye looked directly into your eyes and you sighed. "Well, for one, you're wearing a red bodysuit with a blazer over it. Don't get me wrong it's a fit, but girl, you gonna get noticed if you walk into MIT dressed like that. Best to let Shuri and I go." You told her honestly but before she could protest Shuri spoke up. "Woah, you can't come. You're not even supposed to be here, Namor said-" you cut the princess off holding your hands up in defence. "As I told you before, if the fish man didn't want me to get involved then he shouldn't have threatened you whilst I was in Wakanda. Periodt. Anyways, she's hot. I wanna go say hello." You smirked lowering your arms and walking slowly backwards towards the door Riri went through. Shuri sighed and went back to talking to Okoye who gave her a limit of 5 minutes which Shuri celebrated before running to catch up to you who was already halfway to the building.

You were leading Shuri to Riri's dorm using Karen to locate her, both of you speed walking before Okoye showed up. "Y'know some of my friends, Ned and Mj go here. I've not seen them since like forever though." You sighed "We don't have time just now, but maybe when this is all over you can go say hi." Shuri spoke back as you stopped her and knocked on Riri's door. "Riri Williams?" You held in a laugh at your friend's sudden change to an American accent as the door opened revealing the girl who was about 1 or 2 inches smaller than you, who didn't look up from her phone. "Yo, I don't do drop-byes anymore. You gonna have to go to the website." She told you still not looking up which made you tilt your head as Shuri showed her phone pretending to show her something. "It's an encrypted file. I wanted to airdrop it." Shuri spoke in her normal accent. The girl finally looked up from her phone and looked between you both "Hey, you gonna let us in beautiful?" You smile as you take off your sunglasses placing them in your pocket, following Shuri into Riri's room. "You're- You're-" Riri was too surprised to speak and you chuckled a bit as Shuri put her finger on her lips indicating for Riri to quiet down. "You're Princess Shuri and Y/N L/N, Ironman's kid." You rolled your eyes at the mention of your father but were pleased she didn't call you 'Y/N Stark' and started walking around her room looking at her stuff.

She closed the door behind you and then turned back to you both "What the hell are you doing here? Oh, shit, am I getting recruited?" She asked eagerly and you laughed again shaking your head. Shuri gave her a confused look before speaking up "No. We're here about the vibranium detector that you built for the CIA." Shuri informed her "Nah, I didn't build no detector for the CIA. I built that for my metallurgy class." Riri responded confused which piqued your interest. "A school project?" Shuri asked just as surprised as you were. "Damn, I hope you got an A?" You spoke up and she nodded "Yeah. My professor said I'd never be able to do it. To be young gifted and black though, am I right?" You nodded back at her. "Preach. Your professor must suck, though. If he gave your project to the CIA without your knowledge." You sat beside her and looked over at Shuri who asked her what age she was. Shuri was right earlier she was the same age as you, 19. "Brilliance at a young age is not always accepted by the elders. How long did it take you?" Shuri asked. "Couple months?" Riri responded and your eyes widened "Couple months?" "You must be a real genius, huh?" Riri looked down bashfully and started telling you how she made it, you started thinking about how much planning and equipment she would've needed all for a simple school assignment that she clearly overachieved at. "Wait, did I piss off Wakanda?" Riri stood up and asked Shuri "Not just us." Riri looked back at you "The Avengers?" You shook your head "No just the government and an overgrown fish stick. I'm just here to keep you safe, but we have to move quickly before they find us." You spoke picking up her bag and passing it to her, your fingers brushing each other for a moment, her worried and confused eyes staring into your confident and determined one's making you smile. "This place is no longer safe for you. Gather your things and come with us, right now." Shuri broke her stare away from you and you sighed letting go of her bag and walking beside Shuri.

"I-I got a differential equations class in like, 15 minutes." Riri started to make excuses and Shuri gave her a look whilst you faked a hurt expression. "Girl, you would rather risk your life in maths class than hang with me, and Shuri? I'm hurt." You placed a hand on your chest as if she wounded you which made her give a breathy chuckle and Shuri turned her unimpressed gaze towards you. "You're- You're- uh kidding about the risking my life bit, right?" She asked stepping closer to you leaning towards your ear. You smiled at the way her breath tickled your skin and leaned into her ear "Sorry, but no." She then started to back away to another door in the room. You already knew it was the toilet as you had Karen tell you all the exit and entrance points on the way up. You started to follow her about to tell her not to make a break for it but then she started running back, running into you, making you both hold onto each other for a moment before she hid behind you because Okoye was walking out of the bathroom. "How long have you been in there, geez." "We had it under control!" You and Shuri spoke at the same time.

"I said 5 minutes, I gave you 6." Okoye told Shuri before walking past you towards Riri. "Get out! Get out of my dorm. Get out!" Riri protested as you all slowly walked towards her. Shuri put her hand out as if that would calm her down but it only made the short girl grab her speaker "I'm warning you, do not take another step towards me!" Okoye gasped "See how they teach the children to treat their guests." You shook your head "Riri, we aren't-" you were cut off by Riri throwing the speaker and Okoye activating her spear, slicing it in half. "WOAH- OK! We doing this now?" You backed away from Okoye going beside Shuri. "You brought a spear in here?" Shuri questioned her protector "You brought a spear in here." Riri repeated turning around making you try and hide the smile that was forming because of her reaction. "I like her!" Okoye was basking in her delight of this situation whilst everyone else was becoming increasingly stressed. Next, Riri picked up her radiator making straining noises as she lifted it above her head. "Hey, put it down. Come on, you'll hurt yourself, come on." Shuri spoke up and you noticed how they were both talking to her like she was a baby animal and laughed. "She's not a baby. You're not a baby right?" You looked over to Riri who shook her head "Then let's solve this like adults, put the radiator and the spear down, grab a drink, Okoye especially, maybe go to a party, dance-" You were interrupted by Shuri hitting your arm "What?" You whined pretending to rub your injured arm.

"Small, small girl, I am going to give you 2 options. You can come to Wakanda conscious or unconscious." Okoye warned. "You need to be conscious of the way that you look. Walking around here all that ash on your head!" Riri retorted making you and Shuri burst out laughing as you slapped your hand over your mouth avoiding the harsh stare of the general. "Oh it's funny?" "No it's not." You left Shuri to talk as you found the floor very interesting all of a sudden "I told you!" "You look good. Calm down, we're leaving ok?" You looked up to Riri who was still struggling with the radiator over her head. "She can deal with the merman with winged ankles who wants to kill her, all by herself." Shuri grabbed your arm turning you towards the door as you laugh "Good luck, Riri!" "You got thissss!" "With your heater. Let's go." You all walked out the door leaving Riri confused until she joined you a few minutes later. "Good choice." You grinned at her making her grumble at you "I'm going to miss my class." "As if you don't already know it?" You smirked following behind Shuri and Okoye to the car.

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You approached the building that Riri told you she had to stop at. "I just have to grab my work laptop. Please, don't touch anything." She told you as you all got out of the car and started walking into the workshop. "You don't have to worry about that." Okoye judged as you and Shuri started snooping around. "So the design for the machine is on that laptop? And you just leave it on a desk in a car garage?" Okoye spoke eying Riri and her computer. You were too distracted to listen further as you recognised something on a board. 'This looks like...' "Ever locked yourself out?" Shuri asked as she came to investigate what you were staring at. "Took me the whole semester to log back in." "What is this?" Shuri spoke up catching on to what you were looking at "I said don't touch anything." Riri whined. "We're just looking. You trying to replicate my dad's work? Fan of iron man then?" You turned to her and she caught your eye, then looked at the blueprints, then back to you. "Kinda..." You have a 'You ain't fooling anyone' kinda look and she sighed "Maybe a big fan? Like a giant fan, but not in a creepy way or anything." She shook her hands towards you. Before you could reply with a flirty comment Karen and Griot spoke at the same time. "Princess, American law enforcement has arrived at your location." "Y/N, you are currently being surrounded by American law enforcement."

You made your way to the window so Shuri could send out a surveillance drone "Why are the feds after me?" Riri asked and you shrugged "Probably want another detector." She then stormed off and started grabbing all her papers "Oh, I do not need this shit right now! I swear to god I was doing so well! Going to class on time, I must be dumb as hell. Real dumb, thinking that the princess of Wakanda and Y/N L/N gonna show up at my doorstep. I think, that I'm actually gonna take my chances with this merman because at least he never brought the FBI to my garage." Riri ranted as she burnt her papers. "She kinda cute when she mad." You whispered to Shuri who just rolled her eyes at you as Okoye shouted at Riri "Just suit up, Y/N." 'Oh, yeah. That's why I'm here. Backup.' You smirked as you put your sunglasses back on and clicked your red and gold bracelets together "Suit." Your Iron suit wrapped around your body and your glasses turned into a helmet.

"WOAHHH! You have an iron woman suit? Since when? Why have I never seen this before?" Riri started to circle you as you laughed at her nerding out as she continued to ask you how it was made and if your dad made it. "Uh- yeah. My dad and I made it in case of an emergency. And this is an emergency." You could now hear the police shouting outside. "Hey, fangirl. Does this vehicle work?" Okoye called out over the noise. "No." Riri lied and you gave her a questioning look "Everything in this lab works, including this bike." Shuri smirked as she circled the bike "Don't even think about it. Besides, there are 3 of us if Y/N is flying." Okoye warned. "Two of yall, I'm taking this." You followed Riri's gaze as you and Shuri spoke over each other "I knew it! Don't tell me you built this in 2 months?" "Woah, guess we gonna be matching. You built this by yourself?" Riri started lowering her suit as she answered your questions. "Yeah, I've spent years on this...on and off." Riri spoke proudly. "Awesome." You looked at it feeling a sense of pride at what your father had inspired. "Nice. Have you flown it yet?" Shuri spoke in awe "That thing can fly?" Okoye judged but you all ignored her. "There's an entire YouTube channel dedicated to sightings of me." Riri smiled.

Suddenly, the lights went off and the police started calling out your names, Shuri gave Riri a communication device and told you to stay close to her. Okoye pulled back the sheet of the hidden car to reveal a bright red car that looked slightly old-fashioned but in good condition. "What a hunk of junk." "Nice car." You and Okoye spoke at the same time. "Ay, please be careful. Keys are on the seat." You thought about Okoye's previous experiences with other people's cars and prayed she didn't destroy this one too, it seems like it means a lot to Riri. Griot and Karen started counting down as you readied your blasters "You focus on getting out of here, I'll make sure you don't get hit." You told Riri as she redied her suit and nodded at you "Thanks."

The feds broke through the door and aimed their weapons at you "Oh shit, they got iron man suits!" One of them screamed as Riri took off and you hit their guns before flying after her. You had to admit the chase that followed was amazing, you hadn't worn your suit in so long and now flying through the air, running from the police, the adrenaline pumping through you, was pure bliss. Not to mention watching Riri in her suit that she made all on her own reminded you of your father when he had first flown his suit. Maybe a little bit too much like your father. "Ayo, they blocking off the bridge." Riri yelled as you flew beside her "I'll go ahead and start clearing a path!" You yelled as you started picking up some police officers on the bridge and dropping them off at random places. "Princess, there's a surveillance drone logged onto you." Griot informed Shuri telling her how high the drone was. "I've almost got everyone off the bridge, just give me a minute. I'll blast it!" You told the rest of them but Riri was already flying upwards "I got it! Come on Riri, gotta find the differential equations."

"Riri, I'm not sure you can reach that drone without an oxygen mask!" Shuri shouted back. You had finally cleared the bridge of all the police and went flying after her "My suit can take it. yours can't. Fall back!" You ordered her but she was too busy doing the maths. "The drone is no longer locked onto their location." Karen told you as you saw Riri falling down towards you. 'Great' you thought to yourself as you went after her grabbing her by the arm, shaking her a little. "Riri, wake up! Are you ok?" You shouted to her before she regained consciousness "I'm good, I'm good. Thanks." She started her suit up again and you let her go flying beside her "Anytime." You smirked before the drone struck the empty police cars and you all joined each other on the bridge. "Nice one guys!" Shuri cheered but the celebration was soon cut off by Riri coming crashing down being dragged by a grappling hook. "Riri?!"

Before you knew what was happening an explosion was heard and you felt a hard weight pushing you down to the floor. You felt pressure on the lower part of your body and you struggled to breathe without feeling immense pain. You looked around and saw that your helmet was damaged so it was darkness except for a large crack that showed your right eye your surroundings. You were lying on the road with glass surrounding you, it felt like you were in slow motion as you tried to look around with your hearing muffled. You then saw Riri in her suit, unconscious being dragged past you making you call out for her, only hearing your voice come out muffled. You tried again and the sound around you started to clear up. However, Riri was dragged out of your sight making you panic "Karen...what happened? What's going on?"

OK so I totally didn't stick to that writing schedule but oh well I'll just have to stick to it next year. I'll probably write 2 more parts to this, get into some backstory talk, have the drowning scene then let them go on a date. I hope this is good cuz I feel like I suck at writing for Riri other than what I used from the actual movie (which was a lot lol). Anyways, I need to write my English dissertation so probably won't have anything out until I've finished with that but thank you guys for all the support! And 129 likes on my last story? That's crazy, especially the likes from really good writers that I follow! My asks and DMs are always open if any of yall want to request anything or befriend me! Thanks for reading!

- K

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[asvterias]

Can you do a riri fic where riri and the reader are friends and they’re studying but then they get bored so they start play fighting and it turns into something more

𝖱𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝖮𝗎𝗋 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ~ 𝖱𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Switch!Reader, Friends to Lovers Trope & Lovesick!Riri

Pairings: Riri x Black!Fem!!Reader

Summary: In which, two very close friends discover something more beneath their flirty banter while studying for final exams.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Author’s Note: Kinda switched it up a bit but still hope this was what you wanted anon! Don’t know how this went to a cute fluff with a hint of smut, but anyways enjoy.

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Christmas break was just peeking around the corner. As always, you were ecstatic around the holidays, but there was always a downside to students’ happiness, and that was final exams.

Luckily you had a study buddy to revise all of the exam outlines with and her name was Riri Williams. Besides being study buddies with Riri, you two were close friends and would often hang out whenever you had the free time to do so.

To be honest, studying calculus was never interesting or fun. In your opinion, calculus was just an unnecessary factor of a class continually weighing you down, nevertheless, you still strived for academic validation from others, including your family.

Since it was crucially essential to her career path in engineering, she resulted in being the top student so she offered study lessons for calculus, personally for you. Of course, they were free of charge to you, it was certainly, one of the benefits of being her close friend, but anyone else would have needed to pay upfront, with no excuses, and no refunds.

Without a second thought, you accepted the kind offer, and three days a week, you found yourself cozied up in her dorm room, faint music breaking up the calm aura as you two munched on brain food and quizzed each other.

Aside from the free lessons, you explored new boundaries with your friendship with the Williams girl. By now, you were accustomed to her flirty banter towards you and frequently snided back with coquettish remarks of your own.

A playlist of Pentatonix played softly from the speaker on her desk while numerous textbooks, binders, and highlighters were sprawled out on her king-sized bed.

You were reading over the basics of calculus to get a refresher on the concept, regardless, the technique was deemed useless.

The printed words and numbers started to become hazy and jumbled up, an headache was about to form if you went any further. So you closed the book which made the forming headache vanish.

You couldn’t help but release an exaggerated sigh, breaking the semi-quiet atmosphere, and looked over at the girl before you, who seemingly ignored you as her eyes scanned the words in her textbook.

The Williams girl liberated a deficient hum and a partially raised eyebrow but continued with her studying, enlightening that you had her exact unwavering attention.

If you weren’t so annoyed at Riri, you would have taken the time to see how gorgeous she looks while working in the zone.

It was cute to see Riri completely absorbed in that brilliant mind of hers, blocking out all of her surroundings and just focusing on herself at the moment.

So you decided to try it again; this time more emphatically heard. Slightly puffing out your chest and the longest exaggerated sigh released from your mouth.

Then she stares up, her concentration from the textbook completely diverted onto you, looking completely unimpressed by your antics. “Yes, [name].”

A small pout settled on your lips. “I’m tired of this, Riri.” You annoyingly whined as the said girl returns with a blank face, glaring slightly at your pettiness.

She wouldn’t have cared less if it was from anyone else, but it was you, her girl. And she wanted her girl to achieve the A that she surely deserves.

“Come on, ma.” She shuffled closer to you, her hand rubbing your thigh gently. “Fifteen more minutes of this and we’ll go to Chipotle, my treat, promise.”

She knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist food, especially if you weren’t paying for it. However, her plan with bribery of food deflated when you playfully rolled your eyes at her suggestion.

“I can’t help it…” you sighed, flinging the highlighter onto the open textbook and letting your back hit the soft pillows. “I’m bored and it’s causing me a headache.”

“Kay how about this,” she proposed, closing her calculus textbook as she pondered on her idea and composed herself upright by sitting on her knees, “I give you a kiss for every correct answer you give me.”

At first, you remained silent, until a yelp escapes your lips when two strong hands dragged you by your thighs pulling you closer to her

Hesitantly, you peeled your eyes open to stare at Riri, who was devilishly grinning at your embarrassment.

Gazing down at you, solely impressed by this new position; with her between your legs. “Do I need to repeat myself, sweetheart?”

Now that caused you to perk your head up slightly. The nickname unusually stirred up butterflies in your stomach, whether it was the tone of her voice or her nickname choice, you couldn’t tell the difference.

“What’s the motive?” You inquired, sitting up slightly. Finally, something that was a tad more interesting than rates of change.

“Does it really matter, [name]?” She deadpanned before panic took over her features. “Oh shit, are you already seeing somebody..cause this–“

“No, it’s not that.” You chuckle lighting, reassuring your frantic friend as you halted her movements with your hand on top of hers. The Williams girl paused at your hand placement, her eyes glancing shortly at the contact and looking up back at you.

It was rarely often that you witnessed your dear friend Riri so flustered in a matter of seconds. Maybe, you should make this a regular thing, just for the thrill of it.

“Well, what do you mean?” She inches closer, now you were the one to get flustered. The proximity lacked no room for space as her breath fanned over your shortened breath.

Up close, you’ve never realized how beautiful was really was. She knew what she was doing, her cocky smirk gave herself away in no time, and you couldn’t just see yourself escaping her enticing trap.

“Like, y’know if this will affect our friendship?” You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding eye contact to conceal the embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you bit your lower lip in anticipation.

It was always nice to be aware before jumping headfirst.

“Oh…” she trailed off, her brain only allowing her to process and function one word. For someone so smart, she didn’t think this all the way through.

Such a big shocker, right?

Taking into consideration what she might be compromising her options to move forward, she didn’t have anything to lose. She acknowledged her feelings for you a few weeks earlier, rather preferring to remain silent on the option of confessing.

Moving from your current position, you sit upright, facing her.

Immediately her confused expressions decipher into a smug one, “Well, it doesn’t have to…if you don’t want it to.” She leaned closer, silently rejoicing when you didn’t retaliate.

“Good thing I don’t want it to then.” You whispered out, your eyes connected with her eyes before adjusting onto her lips. Suddenly she licked her lips slowly, once she made sure that your attention was fully on her.

Oh, two can play at that game.

“What are the 4 main concepts of calculus?”

Just to tease her, you jutted out your bottom lip as you began to answer, “Limits. Differential calculus. Integral calculus and multivariable calculus.” Too bad that Riri’s focus wasn’t on your little teasing but on the answers, the correct answers.

Due to her prolonged silence, she resolutely decided that one question would suffice and discarded the heavy yellow textbook from her hands.

Riri was a bit hesitant at first to kiss you. It was rather stupid anyway, she was the one with the so-called brilliant plan so why couldn’t she execute it?

She had dealt with one-night stands before, so kissing wasn’t exactly that foreign to her, she just felt suddenly shy when you were the other recipient.

Being completely vulnerable to you was a new thing to Riri, likely being considered as stubborn, demanding, and too cocky for her own good amongst her classmates, but it felt surprisingly comfortable to step out of her comfort zone.

Being a coward was not known in Riri’s vocabulary and it wasn’t going to be an exception this time.

With a shaky exhale, her hand softly caresses your face as she shuffled closer and slowly her lips connected with yours. Feeling giddy when you tenderly reciprocated the kiss back, she became bolder as she deepened it.

Riri smiled into it, needing more but lacking her resistance to keep her control to a minimum. Although she is sure as hell, she can definitely finish what she started.

But she wanted this memory to be unforgettable, for both of you.

The connection of your lips was a glorious combination of soft, sweet, and sensational, and by the eagerness of Riri’s hand placement, it seemed that she was already compelled into the kiss way before you.

Perhaps it was the way how Riri gripped at your hips before seductively pulling you onto her lap that made your mind blank and all numbness form below your waist.

“You don’t know how crazy you drive me, ma.” She breathlessly confessed once your lips disconnected.

Seems as if she was holding that down for a while.

“Yeah,” you challenged, dragging her lips away from yours, holding her dilated eyes with your hooded ones, “and exactly how crazy do I drive, riri?”

By receiving silence, your two fingers pick her up by the chin, forcing her to look directly at you. In a sense, you can see her eyes are frantic to glance back, which sparked up your self-confidence.

Taking her by surprise, you rocked your hips onto hers with a rhythmic pace, starting off slow and easy. Soon enough your hips sped up by the encouragement of Riri’s whimpers and a tiny mixture of your own.

“Crazy enough for you to take a bullet for me?” Your movements sped up causing your girl to loll her head backward, not replying to your question.

You hated being left in the dark, it just irked your soul to the core.

Grabbing gently the nape of her neck, you pulled her to look at you, “Look at me when I’m talking to you, ri.”

“Ma…” she lowly warns. “Don’t start something that you know damn well you can’t finish.” Her warning tone ends with a growl, trying to muster up her moan.

Generally speaking, Riri was used to being the mean dom, and nobody was meant to take that role away from her.

Perhaps today that might just change.

You feigned innocence, moving your hips painfully slow. “I don’t know Riri, you seem to be enjoying this a little too much.” Lightly pushing her against the bed and removing your shirt to reveal your blue bra.

In an instant, her lips ferociously were on yours, but your rough thrusts against her pelvis didn’t halt, even once.

“Tell me Riri…” her hands fondle your breasts as you unhooked her bra. “Do you want me to stop?”

You’ve rendered Riri speechless for this first time and the sight was particularly captivating. Her low guttural moans and short pants with her grip keeping you directly in place was enough to spur you on, enough to resume your teasing on her lap.

Nodding her head in disagreement as you released a low chuckle in the room. “Imma need a verbal answer, baby.”

Unfortunately for you, that’s the best she could’ve done, her pride was just too far out for you to even reach.

Unmistakably, she thought that her good friend [name] was a brat bottom but apparently she was mean!switch, now receiving the other end.

“Ma…please.” Her begging erupts into a sharp gasp as she witnesses you go down her breasts and start teasing the hardened brown buds with your tongue. “Please don’t make me beg for it.”

“That doesn’t sound like a yes or no answer, ri.” Retracting your mouth from her breasts and she lets out a whine. “Looks like we’ll have to finish this another time.”

It was right on the tip of her tongue but her sanity was preventing her from doing so, she decided to just go with it. Besides she’d have plenty of time to get back at you for leaving her high and dry.

“You still up for some Chipotle?”

Just because she endured your agonizing ridicule of her that doesn’t mean she’d be experiencing her bratty side more often.

You chuckle, “You know it.”

After enjoying eating out, you and Riri headed back to her dorm. Before you could have resided fully in the room, your girlfriend tackles you from behind as you released a delightful squeal, safely landing on the bed.

Facing each other and laying down on your sides as you locked eyes with each other. Staring at you in amazement, already envisioning your future together as a beaming smile appears on Riri’s face.

“I’m so happy to call you mine, now, baby.”

“As am I, sweet girl.”

Still shocked by your new relationship status, she conjoined her lips with yours in a feverish manner and switched positions, hovering her body over yours, her legs entrapping you at your sides as she positioned you on your back.

To drown out her palpitating heart, she intertwined her fingers with yours, outreaching your arm’s length above your head, squeezing the grip for easement.

“So all of that kiss for each correct answer was a decoy?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow at the girl above you once you pulled away from the passionate kiss that you two shared.

“Uh huh, and you were dumb enough to fall for it.” She cockily smirked as her lips attacked your neck in a swift manner.

Giggling in adoration as your girlfriend painted your neck with soft kisses, each kiss sending a tingling sensation in your abdomen and a reminder of two promises that she swore to keep.

It was an absolute mixture of wanting to savor the moment in its prime and Riri assuring you that she’d be here through thick and thin along your side.

As your relationship began to flourish, the ethereal feeling of calling you, her girlfriend, never subsided. Nor will it ever subside, not if Riri had any insight about it.

Who knew studying for calculus would get you an intelligent girlfriend in return?

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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[unnecessary-sobbing]

all i wanted - r.w.

content: slight wakanda forever spoilers, swearing, arguments, angst, no happy ending

pairing(s): riri williams x reader

summary: you never really asked for much, you just wanted her, and now you don’t have her at all

note: inspired by ‘all i wanted’ by paramore snd ‘remember (acoustic)’ by becky hill. yes, specifically the acoustic version. also, requests are still open!

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you turn over on your bed with a groan, the sun peaking through your curtain and resting in your eyes. the lack of a body next to you is what woke you up fully, missing the feeling of arms wrapped around your waist. sitting up on your bed you grab your phone, expecting a text from riri. you’re confused when there’s nothing. no ‘hey boo, in the garage’

you go to you messaging app to text her, only to find her name nowhere.

oh, right. she’s not your girlfriend anymore.

it’s been two months since you and riri broke things off. it’s also been a month since you’ve done much of anything. riri meant everything to you and, as unhealthy as it sounds, without her you feel like you have nothing. needless to say, you weren’t taking this well. two, almost three, years, down the drain.

looking back, you both could’ve handled it differently, but what’s done is done.

the first few weeks, you spent days in your room, crying until your head pounded and your throat burned. now, you’ve just been going through the motions. staying in your dorm, doing the work your friends would bring to you until you passed out on the couch. every once in a while your friends would check on you, but you’d just brush them off.

you decided to get out of bed, placing your phone face down on your nightstand. you walk into the common area between you and your roommate and see her in the mini fridge.

“good morning.”

“afternoon, actually, but hey.”

you playfully roll you eyes at her as she hands you a can of soda. she walks past you and sits at her desk.

“oh, before i forget, here,” she pulls a necklace out of her shorts pocket and dangles it in your face.

“riri came over earlier, saying that this is the last of your stuff.”

you immediately feel the lump in your throat and stinging in your eyes as you see the necklace. you gently take it out of her hand, your own shaking slightly.

she fixed it.

“thank you,” you say before going right back to your room to avoid crying in front of your roommate.

tears stream down your face as you sat on your bed, examining the necklace. she wielded it herself and gave it to you for your guys’ one year anniversary. it was a silver chain with an iron pendant of the first letter of your name. you had broke it when you guys broke up, giving it to her during your argument. seeing that she fixed it hurt even more. the memory still felt like a fresh wound on your heart.

you were happy for riri, truly. the opportunity she was given was one of the best things that could’ve happened to her. her genius was being recognized by wakanda, the most powerful nation in the world. anyone would be proud.

but recently, it has been putting a strain on your relationship.

you were seeing her less and less, and you were starting to miss her. you guys were both busy, but she more than you, so it was so much harder for you guys to spend time together. her frequent trips to wakanda, plus your guys’ classes made it almost impossible. before she left on another one of her trips, you found the time to stop by her dorm and talk.

you entered her dorm, her back facing you as she put some stuff in a suitcase.

“riri, babe, can we talk?”

“can it wait, mamas? i’m still packing.”

you took a deep breath, trying not to let the frustration get to you and actually out your foot down.

“actually, no. we really need to talk.”

she turned around and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. she made a gesture with her arms to say that you have her attention and to keep talking. you suddenly became shy under her stare, avoiding eye contact.

“um, well. you know i’m really proud of you?”

“mhm, thank you baby. and?”

“okay, well, i just feel like we don’t have enough time together anymore.”

you briefly look at her face after speaking,only for her face to make your anxiety worse. her jaw is clenched with a slight frown on her face.

“babe, i thought you said you were fine with it.”

“i did, really i was. i just didn’t expect it to be like this.”

you exasperatedly gestured at her suitcase. she briefly looks back at where you were gesturing before sighing and looking back at you.

“look, i understand, i miss you too. so much, but this is important.”

“i know, riri, but is it really more important than us?! when was the last time we’ve spent more than five minutes together?”

at that, riri stayed quiet as if she’s actually having a hard time remembering.

“around two months, riri. i don’t wanna seem clingy, but that’s a long time for me. i don’t wanna feel second place to some stupid suit!”

you didn’t mean to raise your voice or insult her work, but your frustration was overwhelming. you immediately regretted it when you saw hurt flash across her face before her frown deepened.

“well if it’s so stupid to you-“

“i didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

“then what do you want from me (y/n)?!”

now she’s raising her voice. you know you should deescalate this, but you wanted to get your point across.

“you riri! that’s all i’m asking for! all i want is you and you’re taking this whole conversation the wrong way!”

“no, i’m not, i understand! but what i’m trying to get you to understand is that i can’t just stop and drop everything for you!”

“well you used to,” you can feel tears rolling down your cheeks and you curse yourself mentally for not being able to hold it in. riri walks closer to you and gently grabs your arms, rubbing them up and down.

“baby, don’t cry. can we just talk about this when i get back?”

“no, this is an important conversation, and i can’t wait. but since you’re so worried about everything else,” you pause and rip your necklace off, the chain making a loud snapping sound. you push the broken jewelry in her chest before backing away from her.

“don’t worry about me then.”

you turn away and head towards the door. you’re silently hoping, praying that she does something.

‘please, say something. fight for me damnit.’

but she doesn’t. you look back and see her back to you once again, putting more things in her suitcase. with a shaky breath, you kept walking, slamming her door on the way out.

you let out a choked sob once the memory finished playing in your mind. you pulled the drawer of your nightstand open, throwing the necklace inside before slamming it shut. you curl up into bed and begin to just let out all your tears. you’ve just accepted that today was just going to be one of those days.

the days where no matter how much you try to forget, you always remember how much you miss riri.

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#dee.fics #wrote this at 3am #no breaks #no beta we die like the wakandan royal family #riri williams #riri williams x reader #riri x reader #riri williams x black!reader #riri williams x fem!reader #riri williams angst

[aswrittenbyaj]

a lil sneak peek at what's coming soon

majorette!riri x Black!reader

was inspired by the videos of dominique getting ready for carnival that @axailslink posted. i know it's a carnival fit buuuut hbcu shuri and riri have been on my mind as of late so i went with majorette!riri.

"looks like i ain't gonna be the only one scared tonight," she said, swapping the setting spray for a black and white circular hand fan, viv flicking her wrist back and forth, the gentle flow of air speeding up the makeup application's drying time.

"whatchu mean?" riri asked, her head tilting slightly, perfectly scuplted brow quirking in interest.

"'cause with the way your girlfriend is lookin' atchu right now, anybody try to step to you tonight finna be scared for a whole 'nother reason."

#gifs by me but videos from axailslink #as written by aj #riri wiliams x reader #riri willliams #riri williams fic #riri x reader #riri williams x you #riri x you #riri williams x black!reader #hbcu!riri #riri williams x f!reader #riri williams x fem!reader #awba teasers #dominique thorne