if u seek amy || riri williams x rich girl! reader
pairing — “bodyguard”! riri williams x spoiled! black reader
summary — riri williams was nobody’s babysitter. she had so much shit she had to do in her day to day — she had the fucking queen of wakanda on her fucking speed dial for crying out loud. she wasn’t some regular civilian anymore. she was a superhero, an avenger. the government didn’t seem to think so, because instead of being dispatched on an actual mission, riri’s job is to follow you around. you, the snobby, obnoxious, bratty, prissy ass daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the entire world. why was riri on the job? well all the other avengers were conveniently tied up ( thanks a lot guys ) following you from day party to night party was stupid. nobody cared enough about you to do anything so why did she have to be here? why did she have to watch you get sloppy drunk and throw yourself on every pretty thing with a pulse. true was, she didn’t have to do anything. except riri’s got shit luck, and the second she takes her eyes off you, the second she steps away to get a break from how much you annoy her, that’s the second all hell breaks loose. and now she’s tossing around some rowdy nigga like a rag doll while you’re scared out of your mind. when it’s all over she wants nothing more than to leave you where you’re at, and move on with her life, but then you’re blaming her for everything, running your mouth, and pushing at buttons she didn’t even know existed. riri williams was a lot of things, a bitch was not one of them.
warnings — smut (18+), porn with minimal plot! hard dom! riri, brat tamer! riri, mean! riri, switch! reader, brat! reader, car sex, semi public! sex, multiple orgasms, masturbation, begging, cunnilingus, fingering, choking, breath play, penetration, strap-on sex, edging, overstimulation, humiliation kink, degredation kink, squirting, depictions of cum, praise kink ( but it's kinda mocking ), tribbing, stem! riri, fem! reader, spitting, dacrophilia, breeding kink. mentions of blood, dirty talk, riri is the ultimate shit talker, reader has some daddy! issues ( this is me projecting), riri makes reader call her 'daddy' but not because it arouses her, just for humilation purposes... but ig daddy! kink?
inspiration — "love me, hate me, say what you want about me... but all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek amy." ... a little backstory, this song is consistently in rotation LMFAOO. after @vixentheplanet relayed the message that y/n was tryna keep pounded... i knew i would have to write some SMUT lmfaooo. while i was listening to music to get some inspiration 'if you seek amy' came into mind, and from there the plot came almost instantly. i started thinking of the song 'criminal'... or better said, the music video for criminal and here we have this plot, that i'm actually excited for lmfaooo. hope you enjoy cause this is literally a hot mess
requested?: no, but it dedicate it to the riri williams brigade ( specifically my babies @verachii n @vampzxi , @marsolgy , @dominiquesheart who fought hard for their girl xx
taglist: if they have a fanclub, i'm the president. @inmyheadimobsessed , @verachii , @dejaonline , @rxcently , @vixentheplanet , @pinkwright , @maritheundergroundpimp , @shinsousliya , @6-noir , @shurismainbxtch , @quintessencewrites , @prettymrswright , @shurislover ,
author’s note — the girls have been CHEWING in the writing department. i ain't found an author up here that i'm not obsessed with. i'm just happy for the community, and for those of you that consistently rock with me. it's so appreciated and TRUST it will be reciprocated. lmfaooo. anyways... riri williams turns me into a slut.. i didn't even know until i reread overtime... the thug i want to be when i write for shuri is nonexistent but when i write for riri it's so easy. she really slick snatched my heart... and i need to do a better job of making her a priority ( sorry miss udaku, we gotta set some boundaries ) lmfaooo... anyways i actually really enjoy this plot, and i hope you guys enjoy it at least a lil bit, feel me? xx
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"wow. you actually look incredible." riri can feel the tension already brewing, can feel that blood vessel in her head just ready to burst. she looks down at her outfit before she looks back up at you crossly. the loose locs falling from her ponytail annoying her as they got in her face. "what do you mean by actually?" she demands and she takes in your attire and her eyes roll. you're so fucking obnoxious even when you were trying to play modest. her eyes take a little longer skimming over the silver body chain that swept down the valley of your breasts.
"i mean that i didn't think you had clothes that weren't covered in motor oil. didn't know you knew how to put a pretty dress on." you say and she's not sure if you're taunting, or if you're really just a bitch through and through. "guess i'm full of surprises." she mutters dryly and you nod along. "you know when he hired you my daddy said you were kind of mean." you tell her and she scoffs. "every time i see you, you prove him right." this earns you an eye roll. "cause i ain't sign up to be no fucking babysitter." she snaps, but you're hardly fazed.
"well good, because i'm not a fucking baby!" you spit back and riri's back straightens, annoyance lashing at her as she glares at you. "why the hell did you even bring me here? it's a business party, you don't need supervision here." riri reminds you and her arms cross. "you never know." you say, and truthfully you were nervous. since you were younger your parents had surrounded you with bodyguard after bodguard. they were people in power, there was no telling what sort of harm could come to you on account of them.
all your guards before riri had been men. creeps that wound up not being much better than the people they were meant to protect you from. that's how riri came into play, your dad had hired you an avenger. a grumpy one, but an avenger nonetheless. "i do know." is her quick quip. "oh, right... cause you're so fucking smart." your eyes roll, and riri can't stop the way she so quickly responds, "190 iq, the tests don't lie." her smugness makes you roll your own eyes. "actually, they do." you mutter under your breath, exasperation following.
"what the fuck did you just say?"
riri's voice is sharp, cuts like a knife through butter. "nothing." you grumble, and once again she's ready to plow you with more hateful words you'd replay until you physically couldn't. it didn't hurt you much, you'd been called a spoiled brat since you were a little girl, riri williams saying it with a little swag attached to it wasn't gonna make it hurt any more. "bullshit." riri's tone is clipped, and you can see the physical restraint. riri had been accompanying you to different events, different outings, different parties for a little over month now.
the whole time she'd been a heavy complainer.
"you always got the most slick shit to say under your breath." she addresses you head on, and you're grateful no one else in the party seems to give a fuck about you at the moment. no fucking way she was about to try and chin check you in front of everyone. "i said the tests do lie." your neck rolls aggressively, and you clock the way riri's eyes zone in on the action. "maybe if your daddy paid you some attention you wouldn't be such a prissy little—" you cut her off abruptly. "don't talk about my family." you demand and she scoffs.
"you can hate me all you'd like, but my daddy pays to keep people like you and the rest of the avengers out of prison. show some fucking respect." you sneer and riri can hear the sirens going off in her mind. no the fuck you did not just speak to her like that. "people like me?" she repeats you sourly. "yeah, people like you." you buck up, taking a step closer to her, hells clicking dangerously against marble flooring. "assholes that have the biggest motherfucking chips on their shoulders and take it out on the rest of the world." you challenge.
"i don't have no chip on my shoulder." she denies and you snort. "good luck even convincing yourself that." you say snarkily and riri lets out a groan of frustration, red hot fury lighting her up on the inside. "i don't fucking need this shit." she exclaims, and your growing spectacle has started to receive an audience. disappointed, disgruntled, disgusted glares being tossed your way. "i'm gone. maybe somebody will actually do me a fucking favor and get yo stuck up ass off my fucking back." she says and it does cut you a little.
not enough to make you recant on the shit you told her though.
"fine." you exclaim. stubbornness outweighed your fear of being alone in that moment. riri williams had a way of ticking you off like nobody else. "get lost then. i don't fucking need you, i can take care of myself." you promise, and it's bullshit, but not by your choice. your family had made you that way. if someone stepped to you, you'd try your damndest to not go down easy, but you weren't a fighter. you let your mouth fight your battles for you. "yeah, aight. you make sure you remember that." riri jabs, and you're too prideful to recant.
"fuck you, riri." is the last thing you manage to spit at her before you turn on your heel, bottom of your dress swishing slightly as you disappear into the crowd. riri stands there in disbelief, your last few words bouncing around in her head and almost knocking her on her ass. if she wasn't technically working for your dad, she'd lay you out on the ground for disrespecting her so callously. But she does work for your dad, so she can't jump on your ass the way she wants. She curses you under her breath before she stomps towards the exit.
maybe it's childish, but she doesn't give a fuck.
you were a goddamn handful. she didn't get paid enough to put up with you and your smart ass mouth and your cockiness. the way you felt entitled to be a bitch to everyone just because you had a shit ton of money. as soon as she steps foot outside the huge venue her phone is buzzing in her pocket. she knows, knows, knows, immediately that it's probably nick fury, or another one of those uppity niggas that stayed breathing down her neck after that shit with namor and talakon. they were all about tracking her, keeping hella tabs. it was suffocating, and she hated it more than anything.
sometimes she missed life before she built that vibranium detector.
ghosting nick fury, or any of the big names was always a recipe for disaster, but she was not about to put up with you any longer. fuck no. you were a big girl, old enough to drink, more than old enough to handle yourself. so she ignores the blaring of her phone and decides she'll take a lap. long enough to cool down, but close enough that in the chance you actually were in danger she could get to you. she might've hated your guts, but she'd never actually want something bad to happen to you. she'd rather you just think that she does.
she's walked at least five minutes, and the ringing has finally stopped. thank God! she needed a blunt, maybe two. she needed a day in her garage with no distractions, no responsibilities, no expectations. she debates calling her suit, mark 17 and doing a tony stark-esque exit. her mind rolls back to that night she'd first officially taken flight with an audience. how shuri had been in awe of her work, how the cops themselves couldn't even flex. "oh shit, she got an iron-man suit." one cop had exclaimed. one day she wouldn't be in tony's shadow either.
the street is busy, as always. luminescence from other buildings and streetlights making her feel not so obscured, even as she stood alone. her feet were hurting from her heels, her head was hurting from her ponytail. this dumb ass getup that she'd put on for you. she knew if she'd shown up in jeans and a hoodie, if you'd spotted her with a pair of dunks on her feet, you'd lose your mind. this specific event wasn't regular. this wasn't one of your obnoxious parties.
the ones where riri would be sitting in the corner, cup in her hand as she quietly observed. where you'd throw yourself into your shtick, cups overflowing with rosé cause you were so classy. where you'd toot your ass up and shake it provocatively against so many women. girls that you'd never be brave enough to take home to your parents. girls that were handsy and made you fake laugh in that stupid way that made your face pinch up. stupid girls that made you forget who you were. which in turn meant you forgot why riri was around.
treat her like a bother when she told you to slow down on the drinks. to be careful who she agreed to go home with, as if she was doing anything other than her fucking job. you'd jab her in the chest with them clawed fingers that were always a different color with different accessories that made riri's head spin. you'd screw your face up like the little brat you were, and you'd tell her back off, cause she wasn't your daddy. o ho ho, as if she wanted that job. as if she wanted to be the one that had to put up with your dumb ass whining and crying.
as if she wanted to be the one you leaned on.
she could hardly stand you in short bursts.
what was the point in all this again?
she doesn't have time to answer this internal question because there's a different ringing now, a distinct trilling that could only belong to one device, which meant it could only be one person. her kimoyo beads, which sat on her right wrist are buzzing incessantly. shuri, the queen of wakanda was calling her. even now, it still felt a little crazy. sometimes riri still had to pinch herself to remind herself it was real. it had been almost three years since then, nineteen year old riri had changed a lot. twenty one year old riri missed her.
"what up, princess?" riri speaks, and her grin is evident through the device. "sorry, queen." she corrects. "old habit, i'm still getting used to that shit, you the fucking queen." riri's about to spill into some long tangent, shuri's known her long enough to clock that. "and you're an avenger." she shoots back, it earns her a scowl. "that shit is not the same." riri grumbles. "i thought being a superhero was supposed to be about saving lives, making a different and shit. all i'm doing now is following around prissy bitches and getting agitated." she huffs.
"is she really that bad?" shuri knows immediately riri's slight is at your expense. shuri had never personally met you, but riri talked about you so much that she almost felt like she had. "yeah, she's that bad." riri promises. "had the nerve to try and check me." she grunts, discontented. "can you believe she had the nerve to tell me i had a fucking chip on my shoulder and i was taking it out on the rest of the world." that had stung more than she first thought. who the fuck did you think you were. shuri's silence seems to make it sting worse.
"you agree with her." she says this like a statement, because it wasn't a question. "i would not go so far as to say that you take it out on the world." she denies vehemently, and riri is already scoffing aloud, disbelief choking her out. "unbelievable." she exclaims. "you swear a bitch is on your side." this she mutters under her breath, but of course the ever "all knowing" panther hears everything. "i am on your side." she rebuttals, and riri knows it's true, but you've gotten under her skin, and she wants to mope around about it a little.
"i just know that because you're not fond of her you'll negate everything she says even if there's some truth behind it." shuri says and riri pouts. "there's no truth." she denies adamantly. "you've been grumpy lately." shuri admits and riri's eyes roll. "cause she's fucking exhausting." riri exclaims, and she hopes you feel the disdain from inside. "she doesn't know how to quit when she's ahead." she adds and shuri's not surprised at the outburst, you seemed to be the only person able to pull unparalleled emotion out of riri.
"well why does it bother you so bad?" shuri asks conversationally. the question sort of shocks riri, because she'd never thought about it, not really. she just knew you annoyed her and that she hated working for you. she hated your prissy ass voice and the way you talked to her. she hated everything about you, and she probably always would. "i don't know." she mutters, shuri doesn't have time to response because riri's phone is suddenly buzzing. once, twice, three times. whoever is texting is vying for her attention, "hang on." she hums.
shuri makes a quiet noise of acknowledgement as riri shuffles for her phone. as soon as her iphone registers her face it clicks open and she's met with a plethora of texts from you.
your contact name 'yourfavoritepersonever', made her roll her eyes. you'd made the contact name for yourself, you'd used her phone to take the selfie. that was aa month ago now, she didn't know why she hadn't changed it. "speak of the devil." she mutters to shuri. "she's really going in on you." shuri mutters and riri smacks her teeth.
"she'll be fine." she dismisses, shutting off her phone, even as another ping made her phone shudder in her hands. "i thought you were with her. you looked pretty dressed up in your snapchat story." shuri says and riri grins cheekily, "oh, so you do pay attention when i post?" she asks and shuri's eyes roll. "were you waiting for a popular compliment?" shuri asks and riri basks in the way basic comments like those from shuri could still give her butterflies. she'd probably never be sick of the feeling, it made her feel like a regular girl.
even if she was far from regular.
maybe she had grown out of her schoolgirl crush she'd initially harbored two and a half years ago, but she'd also be some sort of enamored with the older girl— no — they had been girls when they met, her more than shuri, but they were women now. she'd always have love for shuri, always. which is why it's so easy to beam cheekily and answer her bold question. "it would be nice, a little "she got that shit on", a "oh, ri, nobody's doing this shit like you", a "damn, your ass looks good in that dress"... something." riri teases and shuri chuckles.
"damn riri, your ass looks real good in that dress." shuri plays along, nose scrunching up as she shakes her head. riri laughs in response, and her job, her "mission' is forgotten at once. that is until her phone starts ringing. she doesn't have to look to know that it's you. "let me handle this, i'll call you back." she chirps and shuri nods in understanding. "go easy on her, riri." is all the warning shuri gives before she ends the projected call. bringing her phone up to her ear, riri's immediately got a smart remark on her tongue.
"damn, shawty if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were feeling bad for the way you was talking to me." riri's smugness is snatched from her at the frantic sound of your voice. "riri, where the fuck are you?" you demand and she's suddenly rigid in her spot. "i know you're mad at me, i know you don't like me—" she scoffs at this, understatement, is what she screams in her mind. "i know i make you mad, i talk too much, but fuck there's a man outside the bathroom." riri's entire world seems to spin off it's axis. "what do you mean?" she exclaims.
"he's trying to get in. he's trying to get me." you exclaim and there's this clenching around riri's heart. it's all consuming, suffocating. she feels like she's been jabbed right in the throat. "fuck." she hisses this under her breath, and she looks around. as she grasps her surroundings she notes that in her exasperation she'd wandered even farther away from the building, farther from you. just her luck. "baby, i need you to walk me through this shit." she says and even in the midst of your current panic, the pet name makes you gasp.
she hardly seems to realize her slip up either.
"come on, i need you to talk to me." riri demands. "he, uh, he tried to talk to me— and i-i curbed him." your panic is evident in your voice, riri can feel it like she's the one experiencing it. "he-he got really mad and now—" you trail off when there's a loud slamming of the door, clearly it's locked, and clearly your "guest" is angry. "shit!" you exclaim. riri's searching for familiar landmarks, eyes skimming for something that would lead her back in the direction she'd come from.
"okay, i'm coming— fuck!" the apology she wants to spit out never escapes. pride was a funny thing. she finds the familial landmarks and her feet are taking her, and they're taking her fast. there's another loud bang against the door and you're whimpering. "riri, please!" she can hear that you're sniffling. it's the first time riri's ever not been annoyed at hearing you address her. she's fearful though, fearful that she wont move fast enough, fearful that she wont reach you in time.
getting into the building there's only one thing on riri's mind. she'd clocked the bathroom back when you'd first entered. it's a bit of a troop from the main hall which was still littered with loads of people your dad was desperate to impress. riri doesn't stop to speak, doesn't even spare these old heads a glance as she books it towards the bathroom. sure, she couldn't stand you, but the thought of something happening to you is devastating. nanotechnology was her best friend, as was peter parker, the genius who'd helped her crack it.
mark 17 molds on her body just as she walks up on a clearly drunk man banging on the locked women's bathroom door. "oh shit!" his eyes are on her, and it's clear just how fucked up he really is. his eyes are low and red, the alcohol on his breath is pungent. "yeah, oh shit is right, nigga." riri spits. "you got a fucking death wish?" she asks crossly. "this ain't got shit to do with you." he gripes, hand slamming against the door. "you called the fucking iron bitch on me?" he's clearly taunting you, but riri feels the slight because it's at her expense.
nah, this nigga was drawlin
she lifts her hand up, cluster cannon making a science fiction-esque noise as she aimed it directly at the man. "it's ironheart!" she doesn't wait to hear anything before she lets a round off, the man flying back with a cry as she exhales. crisis semi averted? she hears the crashing when he hits the ground, loud groan escaping him. at this point riri knows it's only a matter of time before someone came to get a lock on the disruption, which meant she hardly had time to get you and go. her hand slaps against the door impatiently. "y/n, it's me."
on your end you're not sure if you really trust it. "please, y/n, open the door, he's not getting back up. it's just me, you're okay now." riri looks over at the assailant in question, relishing in his groan. it takes you a second, but she hears the faint click of a lock shifting out of place and then you're sliding the door open, face red and puffy from your tears as you peek around to look for her. "come on." riri motions for you and your eyes fall the man on the ground. he looks worse for wear, and that was good in your eyes.
“i wanna go, riri. i wanna leave.” you exclaim and riri is quick to deny you. she wasn’t the butler, she wasn’t the driver. she was the designated babysitter for when you were out at different events, that was all. she didn’t interact with you outside the four walls of your family’s world. she sat stone faced while you normally got shit faced and then she’d watch as you got into some chauffeured vehicle at the end of the night that whisked you off to your humongous house.
but she takes in your face, the way you are still physically terrified, and it softens her up inside. to force you to stick around because of her own issues would be selfish. “fuck.” she grunts and mark 17 molds off her body, leaving her once again in her pretty dress and heels. she’s still shorter than you, but it’s not as laughable now, in fact, she’s tall enough now that she can be in your face, eye to dizzying eye. “fine, i’ll get you out of here.” she promises but she was still herself at the end of the day, so she has to add a little bit more at the end.
“i’ll take you… but y/n… if you say any sort of slick ass shit about my car i swear to God—” but it doesn’t get its normal reaction, because you’re still crying, and it shuts riri up immediately.
maybe this was the wrong time.
"alright, enough of that shit!" riri's agitated with you, even more than before. not only had you been consistently sniffling since you left the building, but because you refused to tell her where you lived, she was now being forced to take you back towards her spot, at least until you calmed the fuck down. "it's not like i'm doing it on purpose." you hiss at her and her eyes roll. "it doesn't matter, shit's giving me a migraine." she spits and you're on edge, severely annoyed with riri.
"forgive me, riri. i'm so sorry my traumatic experience is such a fucking bother." you sneer and riri's eyes roll. "dramatic ass." she grumbles. "i get it. i fucked up, but it's over now." she reminds you, as if it's that simple. as if things were so black and white. "do you get that, riri?" you demand. "do you actually understand why this shit was bad?" you ask and riri's eyes cut to look over at you briefly. "you fucking left me and shit popped off." you press, and she hates you.
"so, yeah, you fucked up!" you add and she's about ready to burst. "i get it. talking about it isn't gonna change the shit." usually all it took to shut you up was riri raising her voice a little. you didn't like to tick her off so you'd immediately shut up and sit in silence. today though, you weren't feeling very submissive and pliable. you were pissed. how fucking dare she act like you were some bother when all of this was her fault. she was the reason you were in this situation.
"you didn't even fucking apologize." you remind her and she exhales audibly, exasperation so heavy and apparent. "just cut me some slack, don't you think it's eating me up?" she asks and you laugh hysterically at this, hands clapping, knee slapping, all of that. riri thinks you're a clown, but you clearly have some point to prove. "cut you some slack?" you repeat. you lick over your top row of teeth, head shaking at her audacity. "your one fucking job is to watch my back."
riri's growing more impatient, more tired of you, more tired of your mouth. "i didn't sign up for this shit." she clarifies. "yeah, you've made that abundantly clear." you reply. "sorry, no one's accepting you at the new fucking beacon of hope, the world's moved on past putting their trust in selfish ass superheroes that only think of themselves." you bite and riri scoffs, offended on behalf of every superhero she knows. "selfish?" she repeats. "yeah, selfish." you buck down more.
"you walk around like you're some fucking gift to humanity. treat everyone around you like they're beneath you because of your fucking IQ. and yet, all that brain, all that mouth didn't get you shit, but a job as... what'd you say again? a "fucking babysitter?"" you mock and riri's shocked at this certain level of sass from you. "who the fuck do you think you are?" she exclaims. "no!" you argue, voice elevating as you grow angrier. "who the fuck do you think you are." you declare. riri starts to push down on the gas involuntarily.
"you act like you're so fucking hard, riri. but you're not, you're pathetic. you left because you were pissed that i saw right through your bullshit persona and hit a fucking nerve." you exclaim. "and now you're sitting here, too egotistical to apologize, too fucking prideful to admit that you actually made a mistake. i'm the one that was almost attacked, riri." you remind her. "but you weren't." she contends. "but i almost was, because you weren't fucking there when i needed you."
riri's mouth slams shut at this. "and for what? cause you've got some stupid issue with me and the fact that my daddy has some money? you're a joke, riri." you seem to be done, arms crossed as you huff and turn your entire body towards the window. "fucking bitch." you huff under your breath, but riri hears you all the same, and it slices her deep. she slams down on the brakes, hard. your entire body soars forward as you squeal in surprise. you have to hold your hands out to brace yourself. "riri, what the fuck is your problem?" you demand.
"what'd you just call me?"
you know there's two options. you can lie and save your skin, or you could keep mouthing off, push her until she snaps. worst case scenario, she quits. you'd have a new assignment by morning. "leave me alone." you mumble and riri smacks her teeth. "nah, fuck that. i put up with a lot of your shit, y/n. you're funky ass attitude, your hoe ass friends, your sloppy drunk bullshit, and you're spoiled, entitled, annoying attempts at clocking me." she says and you roll your eyes.
"you got so much energy to buck tonight, don't you?"
you look at her briefly, eyebrows furrowing as you began to get agitated. "so i wanna hear it." riri's snatched the keys out of the ignition, flinging them in the backseat. "you're fucking crazy." you deride. "no, but you are." she insists, finger pointing dead at your face. "talking to me like i'm some fucking servant, some random bitch on the street." she tuts. "fuck no." she denies. "back home pretty bitches with mouths like yours get fucked up." she deadpans.
you don't know if it's a threat, so you ask.
"what? are you gonna fucking hit me?" even in your fear you can't clip your smart alec nature. if she hit you, you'd do whatever you can to make her remember you laid hands on her too. riri doesn't answer you, she just sets her jaw. "say that shit again." she instructs and you know she's waiting for you to call her a bitch, but there's something else now. her head is cocked to the side, eyes zoned directly on you. you watch as her eyes jump from your eyes to your throat and back up. "what shit." you mock and she smirks brazenly.
"oh, you mean that you're a fucking bitch." you double down, whatever you got, you get. riri's smirk is devilishly, and sends a tingle spiraling right up your spine. "oh, look at that, pretty girl knows how to listen after all." her taunting makes you instantly glare, eyes narrowing like slits. "you do know how to listen." she adds not even a moment later and you're tired of her. "i guess." you answer childishly. "you just usually never have anything of value to listen to." you say and riri's finding it easier to see through your bullshit.
"answer this for me." she turns in her seat, taking you in head on. "what?" you snap. "did you ever learn how to shut up or is this what you do all the time? just talk and talk and talk and run your mouth until someone makes you." riri's eyebrow raises and you take her in. there’s a look, a familiar look in her eyes that matched the one you usually wore when you were with riri. it’s a bit dangerous, a fire, brimming that could explode at any moment. she wanted to fuck you, and that was more than fine, but she’d have to work for it. she’d have to really work for it.
“someone?” you chance and riri’s hand is resting on the center console, fingers twitching slightly. she cocks her head to the side, but she’s silent. she wanted to pull all this out of you, build you up as high as you could possibly be and then she was gonna knock you down. “you mean you.” you mutter and riri’s pleased that you show no signs of discomfort at the accusation. “you think you can make me.” you rewrite her words for her. “i don’t think.” she denies instantly. “that’s what you want though, right?”
riri’s hands are still twitching and you know she wants to touch you. her hands would make a nice necklace around your neck, but she’s not there. you’ve gotta push her harder, give her a bit more incentive… if she was really about it. “you want me to put you in yo' place? knock some fucking sense into you so you can act right?" she asks with a seductive lilt to her voice. the shift is so clear, leaves the car hot and suddenly over crowded. “it beats you being such a cunt cause you've got a hard on for me."
this accusation, this singular sentence slaps riri head on. riri's hand moves faster than you anticipate, and the next thing you know, she's holding you by your chin. she squeezes, and it pinches, but you're sure that's what she's going for. she's trying to reel you in, make you think twice before talking to her like that again, but you weren't going to make it easy for her. no matter how sexy she looked while she was trying to intimidate. no matter how wet your panties got.
“fuck!” you exclaim, and there goes the neighborhood. riri’s eyes widen at your moan, but it doesn’t deter her, in fact if spurs her on. “oh? you like that?” she asks cockily. "f-fuck you, riri." you exclaim, anger igniting all over again. your stomach feels tight and you hate that she can bother you so intently. you hate that she took up so much space in your head. "oh, now it's fuck me?" riri chuckles bitterly.
"yeah, fuck you!" you snap boldly, but it hardly has any bite, because as she squeezes on your throat firmly, it elicits another moan from deep inside you. "i ain't gonna keep telling yo' ass to stop talking to me any type of way." riri says, your response is instant, "then do something about it or shut the fuck up!" you're both shocked at your outburst, but it's the final nail in the coffin. riri tuts her tongue, head shaking in mock disappointment.
“you gonna regret that.” she ensures and your legs clench together, thighs smushed close as you bring your hand up to rest against hers. "spread your legs." she says and you blink, nerves suddenly alight. "what?" you hiss, clipped off sound that’s music to riri’s ears. "spread your fucking legs, you can listen can't you?" riri's free hand has finally delved across the center console, finding solance gripped in the fabric of your dress covered thighs as she forces them apart.
she turns your entire body, head pressed against the cool window as she moves you to face her fully. you gasp, chest heaving as riri fiddles with the bottom of your dress. she’s pulling it up and you can only preen as she slips it up high enough to expose the lace of your soaked panties. “look at that." she's smug as she catches your eyes and you grunt shallowly. "you're so fucking—" the hand that was leisurely strung around your neck is suddenly pressed hot against your mouth, your head reeling back and hitting the window again.
you huff your disapproval behind your hand, but it means nothing now that she can't make it out. "shut up!" she demands you and you hate the way your mouth slams closed, eyes wide at the sudden shift. "you talk too much." she mutters and you glare. "fuck you." is what you garble behind her hand, and she smirks at you. "yeah, we gonna fix that right now." she promises and she takes the hand that's shark-like in the way it hovers around your panties finally moves intently. riri takes her pointer and middle fingers and presses them against you.
it hardly does anything, your pussy is covered by the fabric of your undergarment, but she doesn't care. she's making a point for now.
the first nudge of riri's fingers against your clit make you jump in your seat and earns a boisterous laugh from riri as she cuts her eyes at you. "i barely did anything and you already acting like that?" she mocks you and you jeer at her behind her hand. "i'm sorry? did you want to say something?" she lets her slump slightly, neck craned as she bored those pretty dark eyes into your own. "fuck you!" you exclaim, and riri's hand only presses harder against your face, fingers pressing harsh indentations into your cheeks as you wince.
"yeah, you said that shit already."
riri's eyes slither down your body, taking in the pretty body chain that sloped down your heaving chest, nuzzled between both of your covered breasts. she'd worry about them later. now, she was gonna make you cum in your pants like the pathetic little thing you were. so she presses harder against your clit, smile growing when you gasp again. the harder she pressed into you, the less of a barrier they managed to be. she's found a rhythm that's equal parts rough and sensual, it has you in a state of shock, your eyes wide, astonished.
her circles against your clit pick up speed, and riri's watching you, watching the way your chest heaves harsher, hips subtly rolling up to meet every swipe of her fingers. she watches the way your eyes watch her hands, and she relishes in the way you hum behind her hand when she presses harsher into your cheeks with her other hand. "see, already so much better." she prompts, and you know she's still insulting you. "like you way more when you just shut the fuck up." she grins evilly and you let your head slam back against the window slightly.
"s-shut up!" you exclaim and she pulls her swirling fingers away, eliciting a noise of disappointment from you as riri scrunches up her nose. "how wet are you?" she knows you can hardly give a legible response, she's smothering your face with her palm. she pulls at the strip of fabric that covers you fully and she shoves it to the side, exposing your fat, puffy, glistening pussy. you take note of the way her eyes seem to gloss over at the sight of you exposed. "i don't wanna hear shit from you anymore with the way you leaking."
she removes her hand from your face and you take in the way your face throbs from how hard she was pressing against you. the same very hand flies to the back of your neck and she pulls on you, forcing your neck to crane uncomfortably to take in how wet you were. "and who got you like that?" she asks smugly, your eyes cut up at her. "i was thinking about your fucking mother." you're on thin ice already, you know that, but you could go further, you always could. riri's pleasantly startled at your response, but she recovers quickly.
"oh." she huffs through her nose. "oh, aight." she lets her head nod and she bunches up the bottom of your dress. once she had a fistful of the fabric she tugs, hard, and you squeal as your body is pulled closer to the center console. she pulls until you're no longer upright, but instead uncomfortably hunched over. with one hand she slips two fingers right inside of your cunt, not giving you much room to adjust before she's scissoring you open. you gasp in surprise, not ready for the intrusion or the speed she was moving at.
"f-fuck!" you exclaim and your dress is pooling around you, bunched up over your stomach, but still draping your ass, despite riri's efforts. "shit, riri, please." you exclaim and riri's eyes are dead set on the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of you. every clench makes her entire body shudder, bottom lip perched tightly between her teeth. "please, what? use your words. open that mouth you like to run so much." she taunts and you can only gasp as her fingers travel deeper. your body arches, and this position is uncomfortable.
somehow you know she doesn't care.
she's found herself entranced with your cunt. the way it seems to gush the harsher she thrusts into you. "oh, fuck!" is all you can manage, and your hips are suddenly rising, chasing her fingers. "oh, no. you don't get to talk all that shit, and then just think i'm gonna make this easy for you." riri's hand that's not currently drenched in your arousal, moves to your bare stomach, pressing down on your body enough to keep you from trying to control the tempo. "you want something you better open your mouth." she demands.
"why?" you sneer. "i could just do it myself." you promise and riri's eyebrow raises. "oh? you could do it yourself?" she repeats you sarcastically. "yeah, and i could probably do it better." riri smirks again, a deep smize that shows her contempt for you clearly. she removes her fingers from your cunt and you whine at the sudden emptiness you feel. riri's tongue dips out curling around the fingers that were just inside of you, and it's filthy. your cunt twitches pathetically as you watch her clean you off of her.
"what are you?—" you begin and riri picks up her keys, swiftly putting them in the ignition and you listen in bewilderment as the car purrs to life. "go ahead." she demands and you blink. "since you can do it better." she recites you. "do it." she ushers you forward. "my spot up the way." she adds and you wonder why she felt the need to stop on the side of the road then. "let me see if you can get yourself off before we get there." she's got a devious glint in her eyes and your pussy clenches earnestly. "come on, pretty girl, let me see that shit."
her voice is demanding, but you're still stuck in place. "riri." you whisper her name, head shaking. "nah, don't call for me now." she grins. "show me how you do... show me how good you can make yourself feel, how much better than me you can be at it." she prompts. "or was you bullshitting?" she taunts and you huff. "i'm not bullshitting." you exclaim. "then fucking prove it." riri's crassness makes you gasp, hips shuddering slightly. "shit!" you hum and she relishes in the tiny choked out moan. "come on." she rushes.
you feel nervous, so you move slow. hands moving down your body to bunch up more of your dress. you lift up in your seat to pull it from up under you, letting the dress slip up your back as you set your panty-clad ass directly onto the seats of riri's car. "show me you can actually be good for me, and maybe i'll go easy on you when we get there, we clear?" she says and you instinctively nod your head. "you doing better, already." she praises and riri williams being proud of you was something that you thoroughly craved.
so this? this was almost heaven.
riri's eyes are back on the road and she shifts the gear from 'p' to 'd', the car lurching forward as she continues the journey towards her house. you know all your ticks, everything you'd need to make yourself cum, hard. with this in mind you shuffle in your chair, no longer sitting to the side, body turned towards riri. no, now you're sitting correctly, back pressed against the headrest of the chair. you pant a few times, eyes and head turning to look at riri again. "tick tock." is all she says and this is embarrassing, and you know she knows it.
curse you and your big ass mouth.
you think then, the best course of action was to pretend you were alone. you've had to get yourself off on many occasions, you knew what you needed. all you had to do was not let riri ruin it with her comments. with this in mind you bend your legs, thighs spread wide as your dress billowed around you, it was going to be a hassle, that you could clearly tell. you slip a hand through the deep cut of your dress and grope harshly at your overly sensitive nipples.
"don't tell me you feeling shy all of a sudden." riri's derisive ass tone makes you smack your teeth. "shut the fuck up!" you exclaim, and you immediately slide your right hand down your body. you dip two fingers into your sopping hole, long enough to make yourself feel it, before you slide back out, fingers dancing in the puddle of arousal you'd created. the noises, the sounds, are unavoidable. impossible to ignore, and they have riri chomping down on her lip, but she keeps her eyes on the road, legs manspread, despite her dress.
you press back harder against the headrest, spreading your legs even wider as you shove your ring and pointer finger inside. the first slam of your digits inside of you earns a loud gasp, cunt clenching excitedly around them. "fuck!" you exclaim, you hadn't realized just how pent up you truly were. and you were wet, every drag of your fingers inside of you only increased the puddle that was pouring out like strings, sticking to the insides of your thighs. you don't pace yourself at all, you go for the kill, suddenly feening for an orgasm.
you dip your fingers, the curl of them dragging against that spongey spot that always managed to make your eyes cross. "oh... shit... oh... fuck!" you move to better hit that spot, and riri's eyes leave the road long enough to take you in. "that feels good?" she coos, but there's nothing soft about her words, nothing soft or sweet. you can only assume bullshit would be flying shortly. you don't wanna answer, you don't even want to think about her right now, fearful that her voice would be enough to have you shaking and spraying on her seats.
riri's left hand grips the steering wheel harshly, right hand flying over to your side of the car, palm landing a cracking slap to your exposed thigh. “ri..fuck,” you tremble, fingers continuing their assault. she does it again, each repetition of smack against thigh has you preening, body arching up off the couch. "does it feel good?" she asks again, and she's smiling lazily. "y-yes, fuck! it feels good." you finally respond, head bobbing as she pops your thigh again, this time harder. "that wasn't so hard was it?" she asks and you shudder.
"fuck." it's all you can exclaim without much brain power.
your hips are rocking, slamming down against your fingers as you fuck yourself silly, audible gasps and pants escaping you as your entire body heaved. "riri... please." you squeal, body going rigid when her fingers begin to play with your clit, pinching and prodding then soothing the sensitivity with gentle rubs against the bud. "o-o!" you jaw drops as you grind down on your fingers, body stinging, feet curling in your heels as riri keeps playing with your clit like an instrument. "riri, please, please, please!" you exclaim.
"please what?" she taunts. "oh, let me cum." you beg, and she hardly had to ask you to beg for what you needed, which meant everything she wanted to do with you when she got you home was gonna be easy. "you wanna cum?" she asks tauntingly, and she removes her fingers from your clit long enough to drag her tongue over them before she pressed her spit soaked digits directly against your clit, rubbing against it frantically as you clench pathetically around your own fingers, head nodding as you struggle to answer coherently.
"shitshitshit, yes! i wanna cum." you squeal.
riri's eyes are blown to hell and it's a wonder you haven't crashed. she's still speeding down the street, unfazed by the fact one hand was no longer on the wheel and was instead dragging you up a mountain of pleasure. "then beg me for that shit!" she sneers, hand removing from you right as you were ready to tip over the edge. you make a noise akin to a child throwing a tantrum as you turn your glare on her. "riri, what the fuck was that?" you practically snarl. "did i stutter?" she jeers and you weigh your options, mouth gone dry.
"p-please." you spit it out angrily. "please what?" she asks, purposely playing dumb as you keep slamming down on your fingers. you can feel it building in your gut, but you do need more, you need more than what you can give yourself right now. you need riri. but you know she's only gonna rub it in your face, so you relent. you had to do it without her. "oh, come on, babygirl." the word curls around her tongue and soars right to your cunt, and you gasp. the nickname doing more to you than you expected. "you know you need more."
you grunt, fuck her for thinking she knew you so well.
"i can give you what you needing. make you cum so hard you can't even think straight." she's so smooth with your words, you wouldn't be surprised if riri juggled other men and women, used that pretty mouth to push them to the edge. "you want that, don't you?" she asks and you know it's a trap, of course you know. people didn't change in a day, and riri williams speaking to you with anything but vitriol laced in her words was a recipe for shit blowing up in your face, but fuck. she sounded so pretty, so desperate to please you, that you cave.
"yeah, i want it." you agree shakily. "then beg me for it. tell me what you need from me, let me hear it, all that shit. use that fucking mouth." she demands with some grit. "fuck!" you exclaim, and you're right there. so fucking close. "please let me cum, riri." you start, and once the dam breaks there's nothing you can do to stop the rest. "d-do whatever you want to me. f-fucking... put me in my place." you plead as you slip a third finger into the sea of wetness that your cunt provided, body jerking as you moan at the intrusion.
"make me regret acting like t-this. make me shut up... use me... however you want. just please, let me cum!" you plead, mouth filling with saliva that makes your words sir. "i'll be so good, do whatever you want." you reiterate and riri groans beside you. "whatever i want?" she ensures and you nod. "even punish yo' disrespectful ass?" she asks and you nod even harsher, neck straining. "yeah, p-punish me." you whine deep in your throat, licking over your chapping lips as riri gasps at how needy you sound. "fuck, spread your legs for me."
riri's left foot taps the brakes as you pull up to a red light. you oblige her and spread your legs wider, fingers jamming inside of you, stretching you out as you writhed. "what you need for you to cum?" riri asks and she peers over to take a long look at your swollen pussy. "p-play with my c-clit, riri." you instruct. "ah, you need some attention up here?" she knew that already, fingers resuming their rapid pace. you're humping leisurely, g-spot taking the force as you crane your neck. "doing so good for me, baby." riri hisses lowly.
you listen, because truthfully there's no way you could stop yourself. you're chasing nothing but that sweet release. riri's circles on your clit don't relent and it has you gasping for air, using your free hand to reach for something, anything. that anything winds up being riri. you're digging the nails of your left hand into her shoulder, while slamming down on the fingers of your right hand. “yeah, just like that. you almost there?” riri’s words are propelling you, and you relish in the wince she releases as your nails dig into her skin.
"i'm gonna cum." you announce.
"then do it, y/n." she spurs you on. "make that cunt a mess for me, mama." riri's voice, how sure and unfazed she sounds does you in. "i'm cumming!" you exclaim, and you can feel it building. feel it about to rock your world. "o, fuck, fuck, fuck! i'm cumming for you, riri!" you exclaim and you're spiraling, eyes rolling back as your entire body arches, heinous shudders forcing you to grind your cunt until you physically couldn't anymore. "shit." you squeal because riri's not letting up on your clit, even as you sag against your soaked fingers.
"riri, riri, fuck!" you gasp, nails dipping harsher into the skin of her shoulder. she winces, but it doesn't make her pull away. "i came, ri, fuck... i came." you exclaim, running from the pleasure. "can't take no more." you slur and riri tuts, eyes back on the road, and she's making a turn, and you think she must really spend her entire life getting to know her vehicles to operate it so leisurely while she made you feel good at the same time. "thought you said whatever i wanted." she mimics you. "i did." you answer tiredly. "well i want you to cum again."
you know now, you've no real idea what you're in for.
"s-shit!" your exclamation is warranted, this was the fifteenth time riri williams had landed a harsh blow on your ass. your entire body was trembling, eyes watery and bleary, and your pussy was soaked. "shit?" riri mimics as she squeezes down on the distressed fat of your ass, grinning maniacaly when you whimpered at the pain. "that doesn't sound like you counting for me, baby." she says and you groan internally. "you wanna start over?" she asks and you shake your head.
"n-no. no, please, i can't take it, riri." you exclaim and spit is building in your mouth. it's starting to pool out through the tiny part between your lips. "then let me hear you, pretty girl, you almost done." she promises, and you exhale shakily. "f-fifteen." you exclaim and riri rewards you by running soft fingers over your ass. she sculps the globes like they're art, watching as they jiggle in her palms before she drags her tongue over her top row of teeth. "you think God knew how much of a slut you was gonna be when he gave you this ass?"
you can hardly focus on her line of questioning, hips rocking from side to side as you tried to regain some bearings. "'m not a shlut!" you deny and riri smacks her teeth. "girl, you can't 'een talk right." she hushes you. "tryna buck now, when you was doing so good." she hums in mock disappointment before she's back to lighting your ass up with her hands. each spank is met with a gush of slick pooling down your bare legs, and riri's eyes are drawn to the clear strings. by the time she's reached twenty you're bout ready to tap out.
mouth parting to spit out the little safe word she's established with you. 'barracuda' in homage to the cherry red plymouth she'd inherited from her dad, but you can't get it out, because just as soon as riri's done soothing your swollen ass, she's taking advantage of your face down, ass up position and sticking her tongue right into the sopping mess between your legs. "ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, riri!!" you exclaim hands balling into fists as you grip the sheets of her bed. "mhm, keep caling my shit like that." she mumbles against you and it's filthy.
"who making you feel good?" she's pulled away long enough to ask and your hips chase her mouth. "riri, pleaseeeeeee! stop teasing." you whine in your throat and riri cackles vibrantly. "i'm teasing? you think after all that shit talk i'mma just give you what you want?" she demands. "nah, use your words, let me hear you talk yo' shit." she reiterates and you want to throw a tantrum. you're so blissed out and yet, you're craving more. you want her so deep inside of you that you can hardly tell where one of you stopped and the other began.
"fuck, you're so aggravating!" you exclaim, and riri's excitement is a sight to behold, though she'd happy your face is pressed against the mattress, happy that she couldn't be seen. "yeah, pissing you off, huh?" she lets her tongue fall out of her mouth, bringing her face close enough to tease your pussy with the heat of her mouth before she retracted. "yeah, riri. pishing me awff!" you groan, words a slurred mess as you present yourself like a needy cat in heat, riri's eyes catching on the pearly strings of white glistening before her.
she wants to eat you out, bad.
"what you gonna do for me, if i eat your pretty pussy?" riri asks and she accents this compliment with a direct peck to your cunt that makes you shake. "a-anything. whatever you want." you make the same promise, and you mean it. "anything i want?" she asks and you nod tiredly. "anything." you huff. "gonna let me make this pussy mine? ruin you for anybody else?" she asks and you moan at the thought. "fuck you on my dick like you my bitch?" she adds and you have to bury your face deeper into the sheets to keep from grinding into her.
"f-fuck, yeah!" you slur. "fuck me riri, pleasepleaseplease. i'll be so good, do whatever you want, o-fuck!" you exclaim just as riri's mouth opens and she spits a thick glob of spit directly onto your clenching hole. it makes you gasp, body still shaking as she takes two fingers and rubs the mess in, spreading it and mixing it with the rest of your mess. "look at that messy little pussy." she hums and you need her to do something or you'd be cumming just from her words alone.
"stop teasing, please, just make me cum!" you beg and riri's high off your words. high off this change of pace, high off the fact that with every coo of her name she felt her heart softening as it related to you. she liked you like this, when you were listening to her. but she liked your fire, she liked your snark, if only to break you down again. with that in mind she attaches her lips to your cunt, laving her tongue up and down your slit before she curved her tongue, getting a mouthful of all you had to offer. "f-fuck, riri, so good, s-so good!"
riri's long discarded her dress and panties, instead in a sports bra and boxer briefs. "love hearing you moan for me." she hums and it only pushes you to want to moan louder. she's sloppy with the way she takes you in, leaving you dripping as you rock your hips backwards to meet every swipe of her tongue. "oh- that's gonna make me cum!" you exclaim when her lips swarm your clit and suck. your entire body seizing as you try to run away. "cum on my face, mama. make a mess on my tongue, show me how bad you need it." she demands.
her hands grab your hips and she controls the pace of your hips slamming back against her. you're so close to release, ready to burst at any moment. "shit!" you exclaim. "god! i'm so close." you pant and riri smacks your ass disappointedly. "don't be giving no other niggas props, for what i'm doing. how i'm making you feel. say my name, y/n. who making you feel good?" she asks and you gasp. "riri!" you can't deny her what she wants, not when she's slamming that dangerous tongue into your hole, fucking you like her life depends on it.
"shay eht aghain!" she instructs and the garbled mess that spills from her mouth, the vibrations of her talking as she munched away at your pussy makes you leak for her even more. "riri." you puff. "riri, o-fuck, please. your tongue's so good. so fucking good." you feel more tears, the way they stream down your face makes you feel whiny, but you can't stop them. "i'm gonna cum for you." you announce and riri's been waiting for this, wants to feel you explode on her tongue.
something hot builds deep in your gut, has you gasping for air, reaching out for something to stabilize you. "pleasepleaseplease, o!" your voice clips, airy and hardly there when she nudges deeper inside you with her tongue. "drooling for me so good." riri's mouth parts from you briefly, long enough for her to spit again, you know this has nothing to do with lubrication, she just wants you to feel depraved. "use my face and get yourself off, baby." she says and she's desperate now. she wants you to cum so she can fuck you properly.
she was tired of foreplay, she wanted to wreck you. train your pussy so it would only respond to her and her alone. she needed it.
needed you to be hers entirely.
"i'm right there." you exclaim and your hips are rocking aimlessly, ass starting to clap as you pick up some speed. "give me that shit, cum or you ain't gon' cum again tonight!" is her warning and you don't want to risk that. now that she's opened the damn you're insatiable. you want to cum over and over and over and over until you physically couldn't any longer. riri sucks down on your clit again and you gasp, thighs clamping tight as she holds you open. the waves of pleasure you feel don't stop and you find yourself shaking as you cum, hard.
when the aftershocks have evaded you, riri flips you over onto your back, spreading your legs wide as your legs shake slightly. your entire cunt is soaked, so much so that it spills onto your pelvis. riri's hands are dilligent as they make the mess messier, rubbing your cum and her spit around to lubricate you further. you can only whine lowly, waiting to see what else she could possible put you through in such short time. "look at that." she moans at the sight of you, popping your pussy lightly, and you both take in the squelching noise it makes.
"fuck—" riri licks over her lips hungrily, eyes boring into yours as your body heaves. "you ready for some more? where you at, baby?" she asks and you can only open your mouth and close it like a fish, body trembling as you get hypnotized shudder. "come on, use your words." she says after a moment of you trying to get your bearings. "yes!" spit dribbles from your mouth, hips already searching for something to grind against. "yes, what?" she demands. "oh, fuck. i want more." you exclaim. "what you want from me, princess?" the word makes you gasp. you'd be replaying it again and again once this was over.
"i wanna fuck—i wanna taste it... let me f-feel it.” you manage and riri's eyes are blown to hell. "feel what? be more specific?" her hand's gone back to leisurely playing in your messy cunt. "ohhh. riri, please let me taste your pussy." you beg. "wanna m-make you cum." you gasp. "then i wanna feel your pussy on mine. i need it." you plead and riri's breath is snatched from her lungs, her cunt clenching, another spurt of arousal escaping her and fucking up her boxers.
"please, been so good for you." you add and riri nods along, hands rubbing soothing lines up both sides of your waist. "yeah, my good girl." she coos and your lashes flutter. "you gonna make me cum?"
your head bobs instantly. "please, riri, wanna make you feel good." you explain and she exhales shakily. she shimmies out of her boxers, tossing her bra over her head right after. once she's naked before you, you take in her piercing, the way they glitter and beckon you closer. "go ahead, pretty girl. make me feel good." she instructs and you're on her immediately. you spread her open, exposing her clit, and you see how hard it is from arousal. "stick your tongue out for me." she instructs and you listen eagerly.
she rocks forward, clit slamming right against your tongue as she keeps her legs spread wide for you. "shit, yes!" she exclaims as your tongue excitedly draws her in, you're immediately addicted to the taste of her, you could spend the rest of your life trapped between riri's thighs. you dig your nails in harshly as you keep her spread wide, giving her nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the way your tongue explored her. you pull away, dropping three pretty lines of spit onto her clit before you sucked it into you mouth.
riri pants, head nodding in approval as she rocked into your face. "oh, fuck! so good for me, y/n! doing so fucking good." her praise is a shot to the vein and it makes you suck harder, lick sloppier, you drag your tongue up and down her slit without much care, her arousal pooling on your cheeks, making a mess of your face. "keep eating that pussy!" she begs, hips picking up speed. "don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" she begs and you refuse to, you'd stay lost down there forever.
"ohfuck!" she groans deep in her chest as you slip three fingers deep inside of her cunt, tongue keeping its focus on her clit as you stretched her open. "yeah, keep fucking my pussy!" she pleads, hands pressing against your head as she humps up into your face. "you gonna cum?" you ask hopefully and riri's head nods, fingers tangling in your curls roughly. "yeah, i'm gonna cum. you gonna take it for me? gonna let me cum on that pretty face?" she begs and you whimper, head bobbing and you pick up the speed of your tongue.
"cum on my face, riri!" you prompt. "i'mma cum, don't stop fucking me, mama, oh, shit, i'm right there." riri exclaims, and she's panting as her hips rock. your little whines against her cunt spurring her on.her hand moves to rest against the back of your head, she was so pent up she'd hardly need more from you. but you were being so good, and your mouth was fucking heaven. you curl your fingers inside her dangerously and she seizes above you. "s-say aah for me!" she demands and you oblige, pulling your mouth from her clit.
your fingers don't stop but you watch as riri rubs tight and fast circles on her own clit, body seizing as she cums, squirting all into your awaiting mouth as your tongue drags up her slit. "y/n fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m cumming." she exclaims as she keeps on riding these waves of pleasure, squeezing tight around your pulsing fingers. "fuck, y/n, okay, baby!" she exclaims, oversensitivity gripping her. "i came, baby, i'm done." she says and you give one last kitten lick before you pull away, face messy as riri takes you in with a shuddered breath.
"fuck." she whistles lowly.
"i guess your mouth is good at something." she teases and you hum. "can you give me one more before i hump that pussy like you want?" she asks and you know it's selfish, all thoughts of getting her off in that way leaving your mind at the thought of more pleasure for you, but you're eager for it, salivating at the thought of riri really slutting you out. "whatever you want." you promise and riri smirks, hands popping both your thighs as you groan. "you gon' get enough of that. don't you know i could have yo' ass here all night?" she asks.
"oh fuck!" your head falls back against the mattress, body arching as riri merely chuckles. "don't tell me that's what you want? wanna stay here with me and make me feel good whenever i want?" she asks and you feel delirious, drunk off her words. "yeah, wanna stay with you, riri, wanna— wanna be here with you." and on your end there's some real truth to that, though riri chalks it up to you being lost in the moment. "you like the thought of being iron heart's bitch?" she smirks and you exhale, head bobbing. "so then say it." she instructs.
"s-say it?" you ask dumbly. "yeah." riri's response is instant. "let me hear you say that you're iron heart's bitch." riri says and she's gone back to dragging her fingers up and down your slit. "i'm —" the word gets caught in your throat. "come on, if you wanna cum again, i need to hear it. had so much smoke for me earlier, and now, all i gotta do is play with this cunt a little bit and you're almost brain dead." she says and you've still got some fight in you so you have to get one back on her. even if you'd regret it a little. even if it got you nothing else.
"for someone who— who acts so hard — you sure are a little bitch for my pussy." you say and riri's gasp makes you laugh a little, albeit weakly. she grabs hold of your left leg, pushing it back until you almost touched the mattress, it stretched you open, giving her a full view of her cunt. she slides three fingers inside of you and immediately begins a slow but deep pace that has you choking on a moan. her free hand moves up to pinch, prod, and slap at your tits and you're gasping, unable to take your eyes off of riri.
"ohhh, fuck!" you exclaim, and it's too much, especially when she spits on your pussy and speeds up her fingers. "wait— oh, riri! i can't, i can't." you exclaim. "you can." she denies you and she pouts her lips mockingly. "take it, take everything i wanna give you, since you wanna keep running that fucking mouth." riri's pace is relentless, mind numbing, makes your entire body tense up, abs tightening as she spreads you open. "still waiting to hear it." she sings.
"iron heart, the only one that could shut yo' ass up." she grins. "what would your daddy think if he saw you like this? his precious little girl?" she says and you're suddenly mortified at the sudden shift. "sprawled out under me like some slut." she scissors her fingers, the stretch addictive. "you think he'd be proud of you?" riri continues and she spits on your cunt again. your head shakes in denial. "no, he wouldn't." she agrees with your nonverbal response. "but you don't care, do you?" she asks, head lolled to the side.
"n-no." you hum. "that's right, cause all you care about is me making you feel good, yeah?" she smirks when your jaw drops, gasping in pleasure. "fuck, riri. please keep fucking me like that!' you beg and riri bites on her lip until it splits. "answer me!" she curls her fingers up until they nudge your special spot, and you slam your thighs closed, trapping her fingers inside of you, but keeping them from moving anymore. "no, riri. fuck- i don't— care about anything but you." it's a rephrase, but it does more for her than anything else could.
"again!" she instructs you firmly.
"n-nobody but you. fuck— you're all i care about. just wanna be used by you, riri." you promise, grasping for her forearms as she keeps fucking you harder. "s-shit." riri shudders, body keeling over until her head rested against your own. "oh, fuck. you're making me so wet, babygirl." she tells you truthfully. "keep telling me how much you need me, tell me how much you fucking want me." she prompts and you obey, because you do need riri, you want her so bad that it hurts. "i want you riri. want you to— want me too." you admit.
"want you to think about me— want you to— fuck— i want you to like me, riri." you gasp. "don't want you to hate me anymore." you admit blearily. riri's surprise at your admission is lost on you, especially as she slides a fourth finger inside you. you're so full, and it feels so good that you can hardly be embarrassed at how sappy she'd made you. you just wanna cum again, this one was already different, you could feel something building inside of you, and you were so wet.
"ohhh, like that, like that, like that!" you praise her handiwork, entire body buzzing with adrenaline and fatigue. "yeah, this your spot? this what make you feel good?" riri's trying to regain some couth, trying to stop her mind from replaying your words, trying to stop the knot growing and coiling in her stomach. "yeah, feel so good. i'm gonna cum for you. shit, ri, you're gonna make me cum!" you promise. "pleasedontstop, pleasepleasepleaseplease!" you sqeual.
your pussy clamps down around riri's fingers and she hisses, watching as more fat tears spill from your eyes. it makes her cunt throb violently. "this my pussy?" she asks and you nod, throat tightening. "this your fucking pussy!" you respond. "make your pussy cum, riri, make your fucking pussy cum!" you plead and she takes a plunge, her free hand reaches out and takes its place around your throat, squeezing leisurely. "oh, shit, ooooo, fuck!" you squeal.
"that's it, pretty girl, take that shit!" she says and your first tremors of pleasure make your eyes roll back violently, body arching up off the bed as you sprayed your release all over riri's moving fingers. "ohh, y/n, baby, fuck— i'm cumming!" the sight of you squirting makes riri gasp in surprise, her own body trembling as she skyrockets right into her own orgasm, clit twitching as she collapses on top of you.
her fingers don't stop, they keep milking more and more out of you as more streams of arousal shoot out of your pussy. it only leads to your toes curling to the point of cramping as your orgasm rocked you. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" you exhale and riri's planting kisses on your hips, biting down hard enough that it makes you wince, but you don't run from it, you chase it. she's found solace in marking you until you've both recouped a little, but you're itching to have her mouth on yours while you fucked her pussy with your own.
"riri, please." you sputter and she looks up at you. "it's okay to take a break, baby." she promises, but you're inconsolable as you shake your head. "no break." you deny. "fuck me, please." you beg and you let your hand fall on the back of her head, tangling in her locs as you yank her towards you. riri's a bit startled, but gives into this brief moment letting you tug on her until you were face to face. "can i kiss you?" you ask and riri ponders on it, you looked so fucked out, and she'd done all this. she was the one making you feel so good.
"y-yeah, you can kiss me baby."
it was the most gentle she'd been with you the whole night. you don't take it for granted, hands grabbing both sides of her face, fingers determined in the way you dug into the sides to keep her in place. you leaned forward and pecked once, just to test it out, and you were immediately gifted with an open mouthed kiss from riri in response. her tongue slips through the crack of your parted lips, your own tongue tracing the lines and indentations of hers as you felt more arousal taking root in your stomach. riri's hands fondle your chest.
pinching at your nipples again before rubbing them soothingly. she finds that she likes kissing you, likes exploring your mouth with your own, likes the way you don't let her pull away. she likes the exhilaration of you taking her breath, stealing all the oxygen for yourself. she especially likes the way that you hump against her bent knees, the way you're so needy and ready for her to use you in any way. "lay on your back for me." she mumbles into between slow pecks, and you listen. returning to your previous position.
riri takes you in as your spread your legs, chest heaving and face all messy. your eyes are dilated, and your hair's a mess compared to how it looked earlier. you stick three fingers into your mouth, lathering them up with spit before you drag them down to your cunt, rubbing against it a few times before riri climbed in between your legs. she laced one leg over yours, gripping hard on your thigh as she lowered her quivering clit down onto yours. once she was fully sat her hands rested on the bed for leverage as she began to rock back and forth.
the tension, the pressure, the way she looked down at you had your toes curling up, chest pressing up towards her as you groaned out. you kept one hand strapped to your right leg to keep it from falling or getting in riri's way, humping up into her for more friction. "oh my gosh!" you exclaim, free hand reaching desperately for riri. she grins darkly, picking up the pace of her hips, watching as your tits bounced with every hump her body made against yours. "shit, you feel so good!" you exclaim and riri's hands move to your neck again.
"feels good?" she mocks you and you nod.
"like being treated like this? like nothing matters but that pussy?" riri's hips move faster, body pressing down harder against yours as you remain breathless. "fuck, yeah." you agree and riri's lip is bleeding from how hard she's been chewing and biting down on it. it catches your eye, the little droplets and you moan lowly, fingers crawling towards her face. she gets the hint and hunches over, giving you an even filthier drag of her hips, clit pulsing lowly as your stomach churned. your pointer finger drags over the cut and riri's in shock.
she watches as you take the same, now bloodied, finger, and bring it to your lips, tongue sucking the tiny drops away like nothing. it makes riri's eyes roll back, body quivering as she sunk deeper into you. "you're so dirty, huh?" she asks. "act like you're so innocent, but you're not." she says and you can't argue with the accusations so you don't. you let her keep spitting this fire on you and you let it rock you closer to your orgasm. "fucking dirty girl, huh?" she finally asks you directly, lifting your thigh up to directly hit your clit.
there's nothing slow about the way she humps at you. it's fiery and frantic. "you're gonna make me cum!" you exclaim. "yeah, i bet." her hands squeeze tighter around your throat, and there's something about riri choking you that hurtles you towards the finish line. your mouth drops, and you feel it building inside, feel it coming fast. "oh my gosh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you exclaim as she keeps her hold tight enough to make you wheeze every time you tried to talk. you see dark spots in your vision, but you need this, need it to keep going.
"k-keep c-choking me, please!" you beg her and she chuckles. "i'm gonna cum for you again, fuck!" you promise. "yeah, who's making this pussy feel so good?" she asks. "you are." you promise. "who's fucking pussy is this?" she demands and her own orgasm is creeping up on her. "fuck, yours... riri. it's yours." is your response, legs locking around her waist to keep her from pulling away. "say my name again." she taunts. "riri." you say and she squeezes harder.
"oh, shit." riri knows your limits, believe it or not, knows exactly how to make you a puddle of nothing, and the process was euphoric. "c-call me daddy!" riri says and her lips quirk up into a smirk at the way your eyes cross. "yeah, you like that? feel safe with me, even while i'm choking you out?" riri asks and it's true, you did feel safe with riri. "fuck, yes!" you say and you can feel the dam ready to burst. "call me daddy, baby. let me hear that shit." she says and you gasp.
you knew about 'daddy' in bed. knew most guys tended to have their girlfriends call them that as an ultimate display of power.
riri wasn't your girlfriend, but it seemed she wanted the same. to be top of the hierarchy for you. more important than anyone, including your parents. little did she know, you didn't have to call her daddy for that to be the case for you. she was everything from the moment she was hired. but you play along, because you always do.
"f-fuck, daddy!" you hardly bat an eye as the word slips past your lips and you watch as riri's hips shudder as she cums all over you. she clenches tight, but she doesn't stop rocking. you think for your sake. "again." she instructs and you listen. "daddy, you're gonna make me cum!" you exclaim and she picks up her pace, more intentional with how she rocks her hips. "do it for me, baby. make a mess all on this pussy." and you do, coming with a deep gasp and a tremble that leaves you aching. you scream her name as it racks through you.
"where you at, mami? you good?" she asks and you nod.
"o-one more?" you ask and riri laughs quietly. "not if you not feeling it." she promises and while you should take this offering, this chance to relax, you're not sure if you'll ever have another chance to be like this with riri. so you push your fatigue to the side. "want you to fuck me, riri. foreal." you plead and riri's still laughing, but it's not as mocking as before. "yeah? want me to carve that pretty pussy out for me?" she asks and you nod. "please." you exhale and she nods.
"i can do that for you, pretty girl!"
"oh, fuck. oh, fuck!" riri's hand connecting with your ass again is deja vu, but the drag of your hips back against her strap leaves you with no other alternative than to pant and gasp the same way you had when she's assaulted your ass with her hands earlier. "mhm, keep throwing that ass back on me. taking this shit so good." riri prasies you, hands clapping and grabbing at the fat of your behind as she fucked you callously. her strap was larger than you were used to.
while it hurt at first, all you wanted now was to make riri proud. you wanted to take everything she had to offer without complaint. "fuck, you feel so good, riri. feel so fucking good." you exclaim and riri's drunk off your praise, lips swollen and body trembling. "doing so good, taking this dick" riri purrs from deep in her throat and you can only gasp. "riri, riri, fuck!" you slut, back arching as you sunk forward into her covers again, cheek pressed against the bed.
"please— i wanna cum," you exclaim, and riri's grinning maniacally. you were insatiable. "hold that shit for me." she instructs and you whine in disbelief, head shaking. "i can't!" you deny and riri spanks your left cheek. "yeah, you can. you can and you will." she prompts you. "hold that shit." she reiterates. "fuck!" you exclaim and you try to take your mind off her thrusts, how she feels like she's in your stomach, how your pussy is squishing from how wet it currently is.
"tell me how it feels, tell me how good i feel." riri instructs brazenly, and that part is easy. "so good. you feel so good." you huff, pussy squeezing around riri's handiwork. "ohhh shit!' she exclaims, tensing at the way you locked her in. "oh, your pussy's so tight for me." she says and you gasp. "ri— oh- fuck!" your choked up response only serves to make riri fuck you harder, eyes glued on the way your hole swallowed her strap. you were taking everything she had.
she'd have to make it up to you once this was done.
"this what you been needing? this why you been such a— shit- a pain in my ass?" she asks as you clench again. "just wanted my attention?" she asks and you nod frantically, drool pooling out of your mouth as you stayed pressed to the blankets. "fuck, yes. that's what i wanted." you babble and it's slightly incoherent, you're long gone now. mind on nothing but the pleasure. "this pussy just never stops huh? listen to that shit. how fucking wet you are." she groans deep.
"'s all for you, riri!" you promise. "this your pussy!" you add and riri groans. "yeah, this my pussy. tell me again!" she instructs, her hand presses down on your head, smushing your face harshly. "it's your pussy." you sob and riri's eating it all up, the sight of your tears only adding to how wet she was. "say it again. let everybody in this fucking building know who's fucking you so good." riri smacks your ass again, open palm hot against your flesh and it stings, bad.
"oh, shit. riri— it's your pussy." you say weakly. "louder!" she takes a big handful of your hair and yanks back harshly. you cry out as your neck cranes, eyes falling on the pretty chicago native who looks on the edge of collapsing. she's feral for the words she's tryna force out of you, needs to hear them like she needs oxygen to breathe. "fuck. this your pussy!" you shriek, and riri's nodding proudly. "yeah, my good fucking girl." she coos, but she's not done.
"say you're my bitch!" this time there's not much room for you to rebuttal. not while she's got such a grip on your hair. not while she's plowing into your cunt, ramming against your g-spot with such precision it makes your head spin. "say it." she adds more fiercely, hips slamming harshly, tip hitting the wall of your cervix as she demands this of you. the pain makes you gasp, hand flying up to your throat as air was punched out of you. "i'm you're bitch!" you slur.
it's degrading, it's disgusting. but you think that makes you like it more. "who's bitch?" she reiterates. "fuck, riri, i'm you're bitch! i'm yours, i'm yours! nobody else's." you cry and riri shudders, hands releasing your hair as she scoops you up. she leans back on her ass, keeping your legs spread wide as she fucks up into you. "you almost there, baby?" she asks and you nod. "yeah, i'm gonna cum!" you agree, and she holds tight to your ass, you know there's welts.
"please tell me i can come, riri." you plead.
"oh, you wanna cum?" she asks and she's being mean, fucking you harder, fucking you deeper, punching the breath out of you with every thrust. "pleasepleaseplease, i can't— shitshitshit, i can't hold it." you feel it building, you were almost there. "but i told you to." is her response, and you think she's evil. especially when she takes one hand and dips it around your waist to scrub at your sensitive clit. "fuckfuckfuck, riri don't!" you plead. "oh, shit. don't do that!" you squeal. she ignores you, fingers like lightning as she fucks you.
"riri, i'm gonna— ohhhhhhh — you're not being fair!" you exclaim as riri's hand slaps against your pussy harshly. it makes you twitch, makes her hips piston faster. she chuckles darkly, using her opposite hand to tweak at your nipple again. "let me hear you one more time, mama." she begs, and there's anguish behind her words. "tell me you're mine. tell me that you— shit— tell me how much you want me." she pleads and her fingers are back swirling against your clit.
"wantyousobad!" your sentence has become on word, spit dribbling out of your mouth and creating a trail as it dragged down your chest and stomach. "oh, fuck!" you gasp. "imyoursimyoursimyours!" you promise as you began to hump down on her. "this your pussy! you the only one i want down here. only dick that belongs in this— fuck- in this pussy is yours! i need you, riri." you exclaim, and you're shedding more tears from frustration. "make me cum. want you to use me, use my pussy!" you plead, head falling back against her shoulder.
"i'm yours, riri. i promise!"
and that's what does her in.
"cum for me, baby!" she instructs you. "make a mess. use this dick." she presses you on and you gasp. "i'm gonna cum, riri." you say and you can't peel your head away from your shoulder, so instead you just weakly peck at whatever skin is close enough to you. you need something of her, need something to remind you this is real. riri's thrusts have become sporadic, impatient as she humps up at you, catching your g-spot with every drag. "come on, baby." she pleads.
"give me it." she chokes on her own emotion. "wanna feel you let go for me, baby. let me see. let me see that pretty pussy clench 'round my dick." she mumbles quietly, hips rutting as she squeezes hard on your chest. "be my good girl and fucking cum." she instructs and you do, you cum hard, gushing all over her lap as she fucks you through it, fucks you harder, more eager. a hand resumes its place at your throat as she heads for her own demise. "you gon' let me cum inside? let me breed this pussy?" she asks and you squeeze hard around her.
"pleasepleasplease, cum in my pussy riri! oh, fuck. give it to me, make me take it, fuck!" you plead and the groan she releases is music to your ears. “f-fuck, fuck! i'm cumming, i'm cumming." she squeals. "don't stop fucking that dick, baby. don't fucking stop." she adds, hand flexing around your neck as her body tenses, hands finding solace on both your breasts as she cums deep inside of you, exploding deep in your womb like it was meant to be there.
you feel so full, so full of riri that you can hardly think.
it takes a moment for either of you to come down. riri comes back first, helping you off her strap gently before she laid you down on the bed beside her. you're too drained to move, and she can see that. she takes a look at all the marks she's left, mind wondering how they were gonna look tomorrow. she's embarrassed now though, so instead of talking to you, she heads off to her bathroom to run you a bath. she plans to apologize profusely, ask you to forget it ever happened.
when the bath is ready for you, she comes back, nervous. you're not asleep but your eyes are low and you're still panting, eyes all glossy like you still haven't quite come down. that makes her feel worse. "hey, can you walk any?" she asks, and her voice has a different lilt. it's not angry like normal, nor is it domineering the way it had been as she fucked you. you can feel the pain in your hips, the welts on your ass, the sensitivity of your entire pussy, and you shake your head.
"that's okay." she promises. you're not quite sure what she means, not until she scoops you up like you're not taller than her. the walk from her room to her bathroom is leisurely, and riri's stronger than she looks. when she's placed you inside the tub, she lingers a little, and you just watch her, because you knew where this was going. "i'm sorry." she finally blurts it out. "for what?" your voice cracks and it's clearly strained and tired. "for that." she motions back to her room.
"i know it was because of the adrenaline. the shit that popped off." she plays with her fingers, and this must be the riri she really was. the nerdy MIT girl, not the avenger with an attitude problem. "i should've apologized to you. i shouldn't have done that. i overstepped, i'm sorry." she turns to leave and you think you have the chance to change this narrative, or at least try. "riri!" you call. the water feels warm and it's already lulling you, relieving the ache in your bones.
"i-i meant what i said." you mumble and she looks confused.
"about not wanting you to hate me anymore." you explain. "sorry i've made your job so hard, i understand if you don't wanna work for me anymore." you tell her, and sometimes you hate being the bigger person. "but i don't regret it, riri. i liked you before all this. and i'll still like you even if you leave." you promise. riri's a bit frozen in spot, because this is the second time a confession has stunned her. "don't beat yourself over that." you motion past the bathroom door.
"i liked it." you kick your feet a little in the bath and riri smiles, albeit faintly. "i liked it too." she offers, and it's not a confession, but it's something. "i'll be out here, when you're done, okay?" she promises and you nod. she lingers a little longer, almost like she has more to say, but she decides against it in the end and heads back to her room. she's quick to throw her boxers and sports bra back on, she'd shower and do her own aftercare once you were out.
she picks up her phone for the first time in a few long hours and sees your contact name is still staring back at her. she finds herself down a rabbit hole. going past the texts from tonight, back to the top of your messages. the simple 'hi' you'd sent even as she was standing across the room. she'd responded with a 'yo' and that had made you laugh. after that first day you texted any and everything on your mind. riri's responses pretty much stayed as dry as they began.
she thinks about shuri's question from earlier, "well, why does it bother you so bad', and what you had spat at her earlier that night. 'beats you being a cunt cause you've got such a hard on for me', was that was it was? she had real feelings for you and had no clue how to express them so they came out in short angry bursts? in mini temper tantrums. did she actually care about you this whole time? she remembers her panic, the way she'd been worried when you called.
she thinks about how you always wanted to be around her, and while it annoyed her to no end, she never sent you away.
she thought about her disdain towards your friends and the people you would give your attention to when you were out an about. so maybe she did, maybe she did like you. maybe she liked you a lot. this realization smacks her head on. she's got two options, she can run into the bathroom and express this, or she can be realistic. your lives were so different, it would never work. so instead, riri takes one last hard look at your contact name 'yourfavoritepersonver'