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Cruel Summer (Part 1)

pairing: riri williams x black!fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: in the summer of 1995, a heartbreaking betrayal between you and your lifelong best friend riri williams erupts into a storm of buried feelings, painful truths, and a kiss that changes everything.

contains: angst, slut-shaming, internalized homophobia, closeted lesbianism

a/n: this story is set during the 90s when homophobia and slut-shaming were a lot more normalized by society. nothing too extensive, but still could be potentially triggering for some people.

i.

Chicago, Summer 1995

The air was thick with heat and the scent of barbecued ribs, sweet corn, and charcoal smoke. Music spilled into the streets from someone’s boombox — This Is How We Do It was blaring as kids ran through open fire hydrants and grown folks danced on cracked sidewalks with paper plates in hand. It was the kind of summer night that only Chicago could conjure: too hot, too alive, and too familiar. It was the kind of summer night made for memories.

You had barely been back in the city for a week. Freshman year of college had chewed you up and spit you out, and all you wanted was home — your mama’s cooking, your old bedroom, and long lazy afternoons on the porch with your best friend, Riri Williams.

Since transitioning into early adulthood, everything felt different now. But Riri was the one part of your world that hadn’t changed. She was still the same motor-mouthed, curly-haired genius you’d grown up with, still wearing those baggy jeans, beat-up sneakers, and her signature mischievous grin like armor.

Riri had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. Ten years of friendship. Since y’all were kids riding bikes and scraping knees together on the South Side. Since the sleepovers. Since the lemonade stands. Since before either of you knew what true heartbreak even meant. The two of you had been inseparable since you were eight years old. Your families became intertwined — holidays, birthdays, even funerals. If you weren’t at her place, she was at yours. A decade of secrets, of loyalty, of dreams whispered on rooftops and blood oaths sealed with pinky promises.

Now you were both eighteen. Different colleges, different majors, different campuses — yet still the same when you reunited. Still you and Riri.

“Girl, come on!” Riri grinned, already tugging you toward the crowd gathered around the speakers. Her braids bounced behind her as she weaved through bodies, her silver hoop earrings catching the light every time she turned back to make sure you were still following. “They playin’ our song!”

You laughed, breathless. “You didn’t even let me finish my popsicle.”

She gave you a smirk over her shoulder. “Cry about it on the dance floor.”

You rolled your eyes but let her pull you into the crowd, where bodies moved in waves to the beat of Groove Thang. Somewhere behind you, Damon was trailing. Your boyfriend of one year. You turned to glance at him just before Riri’s hands found your hips, swaying in time to the music.

Damon wasn’t looking at you. He was already scanning the party for his boys, immediately lighting up when one of them shouted from across the lawn. Before you could say anything, he turned to you with a quick “Yo, babe,” and leaned in to kiss you—slow and lingering like he had something to prove. You let it happen, lips pressed awkwardly while his hand settled too firmly on your lower back.

“I’ma catch up with you later, alright?” he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone. Again. Practically sprinting toward his friends like he couldn’t get away fast enough.

You blinked after him, trying not to let your disappointment show. As he made a beeline for his crew, you caught movement out the corner of your eye. Riri was watching the exchange with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

Her smile faltered—just for a second. A tight little scowl had flickered across her features when Damon kissed you. It was gone almost as quickly as it came, wiped clean by that bright, blinding smile you knew so well—as if the shadow had never existed. But it had. And it was long enough to catch your attention.

You blinked. Jealous? No. That couldn’t be right. You were probably imagining things. It was too hot. The music was too loud. She was your best friend, not—

“Let’s dance!”

She spun you around without warning, laughing as you yelped, her hand firm in yours.

You shook off the weird moment, chalking it up to nothing. Riri always had a complicated relationship with Damon—never liked him, never trusted him. But she tolerated him for you. Because that’s what best friends did.

You let yourself forget everything else. All your questions were drowned in laughter as you allowed your body to fall into the rhythm of the music. Riri danced like she wasn’t afraid to be ridiculous — like every beat was a joke she was in on. Her tank top clung to her in the heat, dark jeans riding low on her hips as she moved, and her joy was infectious. You matched her energy move for move.

Time slowed into a blissful blur. You danced with Riri like no one else existed. Damon was off somewhere — you barely noticed. You didn’t care. Not when Riri had you doubled over laughing, gripping your hands to keep you from toppling over during a clumsy attempt at the running man. The two of you twirled and dipped and swayed, your bodies falling into a rhythm that felt older than both of you. You’d never felt more alive. Or more free. You lost yourself in the beat, in Riri’s laugh and the way she sang every word slightly off-key but with her whole chest. She twisted you under her arm like you were still kids in your bedroom blasting the radio.

Then it happened—your foot caught on the edge of someone else’s sneaker. Your balance tipped backward with a startled gasp. But before gravity could claim you, Riri’s hands found your arms in an instant. She yanked you forward, quick as ever, the reflexes of a girl who once caught you when you nearly fell off a jungle gym at age eleven. But this time, you didn’t just right yourself. You crashed into her—full weight colliding, chests pressed together, faces so close your noses nearly touched.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. Hers found your back. The laughter from your near fall got trapped in your throat, replaced by something quieter. Deeper.

For a moment, the two of you just… stayed there. Caught in each other’s orbit. She smelled like coconut oil and cherry soda. Her arms around you were solid, grounding. You didn’t move. You didn’t want to. You felt a smile stretch across your face — one of those honest ones that came from someplace warm and safe. Riri mirrored it, leaning her forehead against yours briefly. Her fingers trembled lightly against your back, like she wasn’t sure if she was holding on or letting go.

The world slowed to a breathless pause.

Something passed between you. Something wordless.

Your heart beat too loud in your chest.

And then you both laughed — nervous, ridiculous giggles bubbling out as you pulled away slightly. But not all the way. Never all the way.

“That was almost real tragic,” she said, brushing curls out of your face.

“You would’ve broken my fall,” you joked, giving her a lopsided grin. “You always do.”

She held your gaze for just a second too long. Then she cleared her throat, stepped back, and tugged her tank top straight. “I gotta hit the bathroom real quick. Hold it down for me, okay?”

You nodded, still dazed, not questioning it as she disappeared into the house behind the party. Your heart fluttered, skin still buzzing from where her hands had been. You stayed outside, letting the air try to cool the heat spreading across your face.

And you waited.

Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. You scanned the crowd. Still no sign of her. You looked around the yard, craning your neck above the crowd. Damon was still nowhere to be found either. You hadn’t even noticed he was gone. Hadn’t seen him since he kissed you goodbye.

After twenty minutes, you started toward the house, concern pricking at your chest. You slipped inside, figuring maybe Riri had gotten caught up or ran into someone she knew. But the more you searched, the more an uneasy knot began to coil in your stomach. One you couldn’t name yet.

You weren’t looking for Damon. You told yourself that over and over. This was about finding Riri.

It was quieter indoors, only muffled music seeping through the walls. You called Riri’s name once. No answer. Checked the downstairs bathroom. Empty. Eventually, you made your way upstairs into the dark hallway. The first two bedroom doors were cracked open. Empty. Upstairs bathroom? Door wide open. Light off.

Then the last door.

Closed.

You stood in front of it, suddenly aware of how quiet the hallway was. But your pulse was loud in your ears.

You didn’t knock.

Instead, you pressed your hand to the doorknob. It turned without resistance. You pushed the door open—slow, quiet, the kind of quiet that said you weren’t even sure why you were sneaking.

Until you saw them.

Saw her.

And the world stopped.

Riri.

Your best friend. Your girl. The one you trusted more than anyone on earth.

On her back. On the bed.

With your boyfriend.

Damon’s body was on top of her, hands tangled in her braids, his mouth crashing into hers like he couldn’t get enough. Like he was trying to consume her. His hands were everywhere. Gripping. Touching. Owning. Her hands were on his chest, not pushing him away, not even hesitating. She arched up into him, a low sound escaping her throat. And then—

Riri let out a soft moan.

Something in you shattered.

You couldn’t breathe.

Your breath caught in your chest so hard you thought it might tear straight through your ribs. Your eyes burned, wide and unblinking. Your chest caved in. You didn’t speak. You didn’t scream. You didn’t move.

You just stood there, your heart cracking open, piece by piece, until all that was left was a hollow shell where something bright used to live.

And still—neither of them noticed you.

Maybe that was the worst part.

And sure, you could interrupt and make a scene. You could slam the door or somehow alert them to your presence. But you don’t. Instead, you watch them for longer than you should — watch her closely — before doing the only thing your fractured soul could manage.

With a steadiness you didn’t know you had, you slowly backed away and closed the door.

Softly.

Gently.

So quietly, it didn’t even creak.

Like you were afraid it might wake you up from a nightmare you didn’t want to be real.

There was no need for a confrontation. No point in asking why or how or when. The answer had been in the way she scowled when he kissed you, in the way Damon always looked away just a beat too soon.

And then you left.

Down the stairs. Through the crowd. Past the grill smoke. Past the laughter. Past the music. Past the life you’d built in your head with the two people who just destroyed it.

Outside, the air was still thick with heat. But your skin felt cold.

You didn’t stop walking. You couldn’t. Because if you stopped, you’d fall apart right there on the cracked sidewalk.

Only when you were a full block away did the tears start to fall. Silent at first, then violent. Cars rolled past with bass-heavy speakers and headlights blinking in rhythm with the beat of your broken heart. But you couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in your ears. You clutched your arms around your ribs like it could hold you together, like it could keep your soul from shattering completely.

But it couldn’t.

You didn’t know where you were walking to.

But you knew you couldn’t stay.

Not here.

Not with them.

Not with the echo of her laugh in your ears and the sound of her moan replaying like a skipping record in your mind.

Your tears continued to flow uncontrollably, blurring the sidewalk and soaking into the collar of your tank top. You felt something inside you die — something sacred. A part of your soul you’d always entrusted to Riri Williams.

Your best friend.

The girl you never thought would hurt you.

The girl who just did.

It was the kind of betrayal that didn’t feel sharp—yet—but dull and smothering. A weight you couldn’t breathe under.

She took that piece of yourself you’d trusted her with…

And she’d given it away.

To him.

To Damon.

To the boy who said he loved you.

And the girl who you’d loved, in ways you never let yourself name.

Until now.

Until it was far, far too late.

ii.

Two days passed.

Two days since the block party.

Two days since the betrayal.

Two days of silence where your heart used to live.

You hadn’t answered a single one of her calls. Hadn’t opened her voicemails. Every text message on your little Nokia phone sat untouched and unread. You couldn’t bear to see her name lit up on your screen without feeling sick.

You’d spent the weekend trying to scrub the image from your mind — Riri’s legs tangled with Damon’s, his hands all over her, the sound of her moan ringing louder than any memory of laughter the two of you had ever shared. But no matter how hard you tried, the betrayal sat heavy in your chest like a swallowed brick. It didn’t budge.

Sunday morning came anyway, humid and gray, cicadas buzzing in the trees like static in your brain. And right on cue, there was a knock.

Three quick taps. The same every week since you were thirteen.

Like clockwork. Like nothing happened. Like nothing’s changed.

You didn’t move at first. Maybe if you stayed quiet, she’d leave. Maybe she’d get the message.

But then she said it—cheerful and sunny, like she hadn’t ripped your entire fucking world apart:

“Open up, sleepyhead! I got your coffee and chocolate frosted!”

Your blood turned molten.

You threw open the door.

And there she stood. Riri Williams. Your ride-or-die for the past decade. The girl who knew every shade of your laugh, who’d seen you cry during movies, who’d helped you sneak out your bedroom window in middle school just to dance in the rain.

And now, the girl who had made out with your boyfriend behind an unlocked bedroom door while you danced outside like a fool.

She looked the same as always. Braids tied up in a messy bun, gold hoops gleaming in the morning light, baggy cargo shorts, and that goddamn oversized Fresh Prince of Bel-Air t-shirt she always stole from your closet. She held a pink Dunkin’ Donuts box in one hand, two iced coffees balanced in the other. Her smile was infuriatingly innocent. It gleamed like a weapon.

“Damn, girl,” she said, grinning. “You look like you ain’t slept all weekend. Where you been hiding, huh?”

Her voice was light, teasing. That soft Sunday energy. That routine between you two. She had no idea.

You stared at her—expression hard, teeth clenched, arms stiff at your sides.

She tilted her head, brow furrowing slightly. “…You good?”

Your gaze flicked down to the drinks.

“Is that my French vanilla swirl?” you asked, your voice tight and brittle.

Riri blinked at the abrupt question. Then she nodded, flashing that infuriatingly perfect smile again. It took everything ounce of self control you possessed not to give her a black eye.

“You know it, baby,” she said brightly, as if nothing was broken between you two. “The Y/N special, as always. Just how you like it—“

You didn’t hear the rest. Rage boiled in your chest so fast and so violently you could feel it in your fingertips.

You snatched your usual order from her hand with trembling fingers, your entire body vibrating from the effort to keep your anger contained. You took a long pull from the straw, the chilled brew sliding down your throat in a useless attempt to cool the fire inside you.

Then Riri stepped forward. One foot over the threshold. One breath into your space. About to waltz into your house — your home — where every room held pieces of your bond like family heirlooms. Where the walls still echoed with ten years of laughter, all-nighters, and whispered secrets in the dark. Where she’d built a lifetime of memories with you that were now tainted forever thanks to her betrayal.

And something in you snapped.

Without thinking, you ripped off the plastic lid and threw the entire drink in her face.

Riri shrieked as she stumbled back, dropping her own drink and the donut box in the process. The coffee splashed everywhere—into her braids, soaking her shirt, dripping onto her sneakers. The pink box tumbled to the porch, donuts rolling out like casualties of war.

“The FUCK is wrong with you?!” she yelled, scrubbing her eyes, her voice sharp with fury and confusion.

You didn’t flinch. You didn’t feel bad. If anything, a savage part of you wished the coffee had been scalding hot. Hot enough to leave a scar. Hot enough to burn a hole through her skin the way she’d burned one clean through your heart.

“You think you can play in my face like I’m fucking stupid?!” you shouted, voice cracking with the weight of your rage.

Her eyes widened in shock, but you didn’t give her a second to speak. You stepped forward, voice climbing, venomous.

“You got the fucking nerve to show up on my doorstep? Acting like everything’s all fine and shit after what you did?! You think you can cheat with my man one day and come skipping over the next like you’re not a trifling ass ho?!”

Riri froze. “Wait—hold up—”

“Don’t,” you spat, voice blistering. “Don’t you dare even think about trying to deny it. I saw you. I fucking saw you.”

Riri’s mouth went utterly slack. Her face morphed into sheer horror, the color draining from her skin like the coffee dripping down her cheeks. “Y/N, I—“

“NO!” you cut her off viciously, eyes burning with the pressure of tears you refused to let fall. “Ten years! I gave you TEN YEARS of my life! And you were sneakin’ around behind my back so you could fuck Damon?!”

“I didn’t sleep with him!” Riri stammered out, shaking from more than just the wet t-shirt clinging to her skin. “I swear—I swear on my life—I didn’t sleep with Damon! I know that don’t fix shit, I know it doesn’t, but I would never do that to you—”

“I don’t care!” you screamed. “I don’t care if you fucked him or not, Riri! You let him touch you! You wanted him to! That’s worse!”

She looked wrecked with shame, lips parted but no sound coming out. You barreled forward.

“I loved you,” you bit out coldly, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you. “With everything I had. You were my person, Riri. But you—” You laughed bitterly. “You couldn’t keep your hands off my boyfriend long enough to remember that.”

“It was a mistake!” she cried, panic lacing her words. “I didn’t mean—it wasn’t like that—”

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped. “Like I’d ever believe another goddamn word out your lying-ass mouth again. As far as I’m concerned, you and that limp dick cheating fuck don’t exist anymore. You’re fucking dead to me. Both of y’all.”

She stepped forward again, her sneakers squelching in spilled coffee. “Wait! Y/N—just let me explain, please—”

You turned sharply to go back inside.

But her hand shot out, grabbing your arm.

It was instinct. Reflex. Familiar. Her touch, so soft and desperate, almost unraveled you. For a second, the feel of her skin against yours was a memory you wanted to believe in.

Until it wasn’t.

You wrenched yourself free from her grasp, whirling around with fire behind your eyes. And in a blind flash of rage, you slapped her. Hard.

The sound cracked through the humid morning air like thunder, louder than your own heartbeat.

Riri gasped, her hand flying to her throbbing cheek, mouth trembling. You could already see the red bloom across her dark skin, see the glossy shimmer in her eyes. They searched yours like she was looking for the girl who used to love her.

But she was gone.

And you didn’t feel regret. Not in that moment. All you felt was the heat of betrayal. The weight of your world collapsing piece by piece.

You pointed a trembling finger at her. “Don’t you ever put your fast-tailed ass hands on me again! You don’t get to grab me. You don’t get to fix this.”

You felt a vindictive sense of pleasure when she recoiled, chest heaving, eyes wide with disbelief—no, fear.

“You’re a two-faced treacherous bitch, Riri! And I swear to God, if you ever come near me again, you’ll be lucky if the next thing you catch is just a backhand.”

Her own eyes brimmed with tears, but you didn’t care. You were too far gone. Too hollow. Too broken to be anything but cruel.

“We’re fucking done,” you whispered, then screamed it for the whole neighborhood to hear. “Forever!”

And before she could say a damn word, you slammed the door in her face.

The sound echoed like a final nail in the coffin.

The tears came before the lock even clicked shut.

You didn’t care that your iced coffee was still staining the porch.

Didn’t care that the donuts were ruined.

Didn’t care that your palm still stung from the force of the slap.

You slid down to the floor, breath ragged as shaking sobs racked your entire body. You leaned against the closed door, and you didn’t care if she heard you crying from outside. Because if she did — maybe then she’d understand just how badly she’d broken you.

What you didn’t know — couldn’t know — was that on the other side of the door, Riri was crying now too, tears pouring down her own face.

Silent.

Stunned.

And shattered.

Neither one of you moved.

Not for a long, long time.

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Anniversary

Riri x black!fem reader

SMUT 18+

Word count: 1873

Today was your three-year anniversary with Riri Williams. She was nothing like any other woman you had ever met. She was intelligent, attentive, sweet, and sexy as hell. Sadly she was in Wakanda at the moment, but thankfully she would be flying back today just for you. She’d been gone for two whole weeks and you were missing her like crazy.

She called you every night, not knowing that you would touch yourself just from the sound of her voice. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were insatiable when it came to Riri. She always knew exactly what to do with your body, leaving you breathless and fucked out every time.

You decided a week ago that you would surprise her when she came back. She had been working nonstop in the lab and it was the least she deserved. You bought roses, champagne, chocolate, and booked a hotel room in the city. You ordered lingerie online that came just in time. It was now six o clock and Riri would be there at any minute.

You left a trail of rose petals from the front door to the bedroom. The petals trailed up the bed, sitting in the shape of a heart in the middle of the sheets. They then trailed into the bathroom, sitting in the bathtub that would soon be accompanied. You put on your new lingerie, lotion, and your Riri’s favorite perfume. You then heard a knock on the door as you finished fixing your hair.

You threw your robe on and headed to open the door. As soon as you saw Riri, you jumped into her arms.

“Hey baby.” She dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around you, closing the door with her foot. You placed soft kisses all over her face and neck, taking in her cologne that always left you dizzy.

“I missed you.” You whispered into her ear, stroking the nape of her neck.

“I know ma, I missed you too.” She put you down, pulling you in by your waist.

“You smell good.” She left a trail of kisses on your neck, going back up to bite down on your earlobe. You smiled, knowing that the perfume you were wearing always drove her insane.

“I taste even better.” You said, purposefully trying to get her riled up. She’d been gone too long and you needed her now.

“Oh really? I think I should test that theory.” She swiftly picked you up, causing you to yelp. You giggled as she carried you to the couch, placing you down gently. She passionately kissed your lips, leaving a trail of kisses down your body, stopping at your now damp underwear.

“You bought this for me?” She asked, referring to your lingerie. You had on a red see through set, a bow sitting on top of your panties.

“You like it?” You bucked your hips forward, starting to becoming impatient.

“You so sexy.” She pressed the pads of her fingers to your center, causing you to let out a sinful moan. She began rubbing you through your underwear, purposely targeting your clit.

“Babe, stop teasing me.” You moaned out, reaching to take your underwear off yourself. You hated when Riri teased you, which was often unfortunately. She slapped your hand, causing you to yank it away.

“You gotta learn to be patient mama.” She reached up to unclip your bra, taking it off slowly. She then peeled off your underwear, admiring the long string of slick attached to them. She kissed down your legs as she slid them down further. She kissed her way back up, stopping to suck on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

She ran her fingers through your wet folds, moaning as she sucked you off of her fingers.

“You were right.” She said, taking her fingers out of her mouth slowly.

“About what?” You asked, spreading your legs further apart. She didn’t say anything, she just placed her warm tongue on center, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. She began to suck on your clit, while massaging your breast.

Just when you were on the brink of cumming, she placed two fingers in your hole, pumping ever so slowly. You mouth dropped in the shape of an O while your legs began to shake. Riri was infatuated at the way you took her fingers so well.

“You gonna cum baby?” She muffled, moving her fingers faster.

“Yes babe, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop.” You cried out, tears clinging to your lashes.

“Go head baby, come for me. Always so fucking wet.” She angled her fingers upward, hitting your g-spot with perfection.

“Fuck baby, right there.” You whined, grinding down on her fingers. A few thrusts later, you were creaming all over her fingers. She didn’t let up, continuing her assault on your hole. She didn’t stop until you were a whimpering mess, tears falling down your eyes.

She came back up, kissing you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

She lifted you up from the couch, opening the balcony door, setting you down on the glass table outside. The feeling of the cool metal caused shivers down your spine. You pulled Riri in by her throat, kissing her lips roughly. You began lifting her shirt, removing her sports bra soon after.

You got up from the table, reaching for her boxers to pull them down. You were squatting down, face to face with her soaking cunt. It took everything in you not to dive in right then. You placed a single kiss on the bundle of nerves, causing her to jerk slightly. You laughed to yourself as you got up, pushing her toward the table.

“You’re nasty, you know that. Bringing me onto the balcony for everybody to see us.” You said, running your fingers through her scalp. The sun was beginning to set, and there were many people wandering around.

“Everyone deserves to see this masterpiece in front of me.” She said, biting down on her lip in anticipation. You wasted no time spreading her legs, placing your drenched pussy onto hers. You began grinding down on her, groaning as your clits kissed. You grabbed Riri’s neck for leverage, as you continued mixing your wetness.

“Fuck, baby.” Riri moaned, biting down on your shoulder.

“You feel so good Ri” you said, hissing from the pain of her teeth buried in your flesh.

“Ma.” Riri yelled out, giving you a warning that she was close.

“I know baby, I’m right behind you, let it out.” On cue, Riri let out a long, sinful moan, digging her blunt nails into your back. Not too long after, you collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, causing your body to become stiff.

You took a few deep breaths as you lifted yourself off of Riri. She looked you in your eyes, dipping her fingers into her wet cunt, and placing them into your mouth. She shoved her fingers down your throat until you gagged, fat tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Good girl.” She said, as she slid her fingers back out.

“Come on.” You grabbed her hand, leading her back into the hotel room. She walked toward you until you fell back onto the bed.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” She said, giving your lips a quick peck. She came back with a strap that looked unfamiliar. It was bigger than your normal size and it glowed a dark purple color.

“What is that ?” You asked, laughing.

“Just something that I worked on while I was gone. You gone like it, I promise.” She said, putting it on.

“It looks a little big.” You said, eyebrows furrowed.

“You can take it. You can take anything I give you.” She hovered over you, kissing your collar bone. She lined the strap up with your entrance, rubbing up and down your slit.

“Fuck.” She moaned out, shutting her eyes tightly.

“You can feel that?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“I can feel everything mama, you feel so fucking good.” She said, rubbing faster against you. You grabbed the strap, slowly pushing it into your soaked pussy. Riri’s eyes instantly rolled to the back of her head. Once it was half way in, Riri’s eyes snapped open.

“Fuck me.” You said, holding onto her arm to brace yourself.

“Are you sure?” She asked, wanting to give you more time to adjust to the new size.

“Riri, fuck me now.” You wanted nothing more than to make Riri feel good.

She repositioned herself, digging deeper into your guts. She held onto your waist as began giving you slow, calculated strokes.

“Shit.” you groaned, squeezing onto her arm. After a few moments her pace began to speed up. The feeling of her sliding in and out of you was overwhelming. Your mind was fuzzy and your only focus was to make Riri cum. She pounded into you harder, that familiar knot in your stomach becoming present. You could tell by Riri’s face that she wanted to cum, but she would never allow herself to do so before you did.

“Damn y/n, keep squeezing my shit like that, so tight.” She grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto her dick, causing your legs to shake. Riri continued pounding while leaning down to suck on your sensitive nipples, sending chills through your body.

“Ri.” You screamed, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“Shhh, I know.” She whispered, placing her forehead against yours. She slowed her strokes down, reaching down to rub your aching clit.

“Ahhh” you screamed, trying to crawl backwards. Riri pulled you back down by your waist, kissing and biting your neck.

“You can take it baby. Take it for me, please.” She pleaded, sending you over the edge.

“Fuckkkk” you moaned loudly as liquid began squirting from your pussy.

“Shit baby” Riri groaned, still attacking your clit. She pulled you close as she let out the most intense moan, releasing inside of you. You two laid there, blissed out until you both came down from your high. Riri slowly pulled out of you, groaning at the way you still squeezed around her.

You got up, going to run some warm water into the bathtub. Riri came in soon after you, watching as you sat on the edge of the tub, waiting for it fill up. You reached for her hand, turning off the water and leading her into the tub. You began to walk out of the bathroom when Riri called after you.

“Baby, where you going?” She asked, sinking deeper into the tub.

“I’ll be back.” You winked, leaving from the doorway. You came back moments later with the chocolate covered strawberries you put in the fridge, and two glasses of champagne.

“My favorite.” Riri smiled as you got into the tub, setting the strawberries on the rim. You leaned back into her, handing her one of the glasses.

“I know.” You said, grabbing a strawberry and feeding it to her.

“Happy Anniversary ma.” She wrapped her arm around you, kissing your cheek.

“Happy Anniversary baby.” You sunk into her touch, wishing you could stay like this forever.

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TRUST IN HER

warnings: riri gets a lil jealous sometimes. its outta love though. a lil bit of drinking/"clubbing". riri is ready to fight for you. comfort (thats towards the end tho so)

paring: Riri x you

word count: 720

a/n: i might start only writing short stuff from now on just cause they easier tbh cs ion like writing sumn and it takes me like two weeks to finish

not proof read

Riri loved you. You knew she loved you. Half the time, she let jealousy speak for her instead of her words. But, she knew when to let things go and when to act on them. She knows you, you know her. She trusts you, you trust her with your life.

"Where you going?" Riri asks, leaning on the door frame to you guys' bedroom.

You look at her through your vanity mirror, hiding your smile. "Out, baby. Shuri's having a lil get-together later and she invited me."

"So, ion get no invite?"

"No, because then you'll get jealous and fight somebody if they stare at me for too long or some shit."

"There's somethin' wrong with that now?"

You chuckle and finish putting your lashes on. "Yes, Rianna."

"Rianna?" She moves closer. "That's my name now?"

"I'm not callin' you Riri when you tryna play wit me." You put your lipgloss on and look at yourself in the mirror. You look good and you know it.

"You look good, mama," Riri says, coming behind you and kissing your head. "You sure you don't want me coming with you?"

"So you can beat the hell outta some nigga that look at me the wrong way?" You laugh, "Nah, Ion want no drama tonight, but if you promise to behave then you can come with me."

You see her smile. "Aight, I'ma behave."

"Good." She kisses your cheek and goes to the bathroom to get ready.

★★★

You take your shot, making sure it was your last because you didn't wanna be drunk, before looking over at Riri. "Baby, I'ma go find Shuri, alright? You good on your own?" 

"I'm good, mama." You smile and kiss her lips before leaving.

Riri watches you walk away and orders herself another drink. She sees wondering eyes but she keeps her cool. She's dressed in an all-white suit, she's not about to mess it up over some bitches who can't keep they eyes to themselves. 

Riri sees you a few minutes later, sitting in a booth with Shuri and a few of your other friends. She doesn't interrupt. She knows you're here for Shuri so she lets you be. That is until she sees a dude sitting next to you. 

He's too close.

Riri drinks slowly, her eyes trained on you. Who does this guy think he is? I mean, Riri can practically hear him from the bar. He's loud. She knows you're overwhelmed but when you need her, you'll tell her. She knows that. You won't speak up for yourself and Shuri and your girlfriends were tipsy. 

Riri sees you looking around and finishes her drink fully. You're looking for her. She gets up and walks over to the booth. She looks at him. "You always this close to women you don't know?" She can see the relief in your face.

"I'm just tryna have a good time. You got an issue with that?" He's trying to be dominant, sitting up in his seat.

It takes all of Riri's self-control to not punch him square in his dumb ass face. "She's my girl. You too close for my liking."

He laughs. "So you insecure?"

You could see that Riri was about to swing so you got up and held her hand in yours. "Let's go, Ri." Riri nods and puts her hand on your back as the two of you walk out.

"You good?" Her voice is soft. She sounds worried.

"He didn't do anything, Ri," You say, "You didn't give him the chance to. Thank you for that."

"I've got you, baby."

Riri drives the two of you home. She saw that you were a little out of it since the party so she set you a bath and brought you chocolates. She washes your hair for you, knowing how it can sometimes help you unwind after a rough day/night.

She puts on your favorite show when you’re out and the two of you wear your favorite matching PJs. Her hands stayed in your hair, scratching your scalp softly.

You fell asleep pretty quickly after that. You felt safe with Riri. She always made you feel safe, you were thankful for that.

"I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to you," She whispers in your hair. "I love you so much."

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I wish I had some black lesbian friends to relate and hang out with 😔

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My Pretty Girl

Stud!Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: You and Riri are exes. It's a classic tale of the cheerleader and the basketball player except they've already dated and now they're wondering if they should date again. Honestly just something sweet.

Snippet from the fic: “ "Am I too young to say you complete me?" ”

Needing a break from the intoxicating air inside your friends apartment you push past the inebriated and stoned young adults making an escape for the front door. When you push it open you walk until the smoke no longer fills your senses and the smell of cheap alcohol leaves your clothes.

Finally coming to a stop you take a quick glance viewing your surroundings. To your surprise you've walked all the way to the basketball court and even more surprising Riri is there dribbling her basketball up and down said court. Truthfully you hadn't noticed she left the apartment but you definitely understand why it's suffocating inside and it's not the distinct smell of weed in the air, the smoke filling everyone's lungs or the tangy smell of the alcohol on everyone's breath but it's the vibes in there it's too crowded, too loud it's just too much. You find yourself walking up to Riri who's unaware of your presence as she shoots the ball and hits the backboard your laugh echoes in her head causing her to look back. "I know you ain't talking" you smile and shrug "that was one hell of a miss Ri" she chases after the ball before tossing it to you "I bet you can't do better. All you know how to do is sit cute-" you dribble the ball and shoot it as Riri continues to talk smack "might break a nail or something..." You shush her as your ball hits nothing but net and you smile Riri can't help but laugh at herself. "You letting a cheerleader beat you at your own game man? You used to be better at this you know?" Riri grabs the ball and approaches you tucking it underneath her arm "lucky shot." You gasp at the absolute bullshittery Riri is insinuating "yeah you must be high off that win still" Riri sucks her teeth and passes you the ball "check the damm ball man."

Of course you demolish Riri at her own game leaving her to lean on the gate with you beside her holding her ball "okay so maybe you're not so bad" you scoff at Riri "not so bad? Man I kicked your ass. Like always." Riri smiles and nods "yeah you definitely did that but you was real cute with it." You shrug because what does it matter? You beat the basketball team's best player in a one on one while keeping it cute "truth be told I've seen you play better Riri what's on your mind? Just cause we ain't close like we used to be don't mean I'm not here." Riri sighs as she sits down back against the cold gate now "ion really know I ain't been myself ball ain't really no fun no more and classes well... You know how that goes..." You nod "yeah I get you classes can be hell" Riri sighs "not for me I know everything so nothing surprises me with class I could not attend classes for a month and go in and be able to get higher scores on the test than everyone without trying. Basketball ain't fun no more it's just like everything else to me I keep winning." You laugh and bump her legs with yours getting her attention "but you definitely just lost to me. I mean I definitely rocked yo shit a few times and lets not forget I made you fall." Riri shakes her head "nah that had to be in your head. Miss too pretty don't play that good don't go hyping your head up man." The laugh that you sound has Riri smiling wider now "too pretty?" Riri nods "yeah don't act brand new you've always been pretty even the girls you date are pretty don't try to play me." This is where the night finally gets awkward for you because right now is a current reminder that you and Riri were wasted potential a couple of years ago. "Yeah you right about that you always were pretty" Riri smiles and nods "oh trust me I know but it never made sense as to why you dropped me. I was mad as hell." You're silent for a while before sitting up and giving Riri your full attention "I never meant to hurt you but I couldn't juggle it all Ri you can handle anything thrown at you college, ball, and all your little tinkering shit. I couldn't handle you, cheer, work, and school so I had to let something go even if it was the best part of me."

You and Riri just sit in a comfortable silence for a moment nothing sounds from you two but the sounds of your breathing and that's nothing close to a whisper but Riri breaks it with a question "the best part of you?" You nod "absolutely Ri you weren't just a stepping stone in my life to get to the next person you meant and still do mean a lot to me. Your smile makes me smile you literally light up any fucking room you walk into how could you not be the best part of me? I loved you." Riri's smile fades as she speaks now staring past the distance of the court and at the street lights "do you still love me?" You don't hesitate in your answer because you have no reason to "always." Riri grabs your hand and squeezes tightly "I thought you hated me" you sigh before replying"I thought you hated me."

You both just sit in silence for a while with your hands interlocked. You've missed this being able to talk shit with Riri and feel at home even when you're not she's your safe space and always has been. You both take glances at each other but nothing more. "I like to live in the present" you mumble and Riri nods "this is the present" you sigh and glance at her "Riri let go of me" she of course loosens her grip on your hand but doesn't pull away. "I don't think I want to Y/n I still care for you I've learned to be without you but I don't feel the same. As cheesy as this is about to sound will you be my pretty girl again?" You shake your head and smile "you know I can't say no that."

Riri nods "good because I missed you and not just your touch or anything intimate I missed being around you and having someone to care for. Am I too young to say you complete me?" You toss Riri's ball to the side and straddle her lap "no" you look at her face wandering if you only want to be with her now because you're bored you wander if her saying all these things are impacting your actions you wander if you feel pressured but when your lips touch hers all those thoughts go away. All those worries disappear. Riri's hands grab your own and you smile into the kiss that with each second gets heavier and hotter warming your skin but she pulls away before it can become too much for the public eye. "Want a ride home?" You smile slyly after licking your lips "you tryna fuck again already?" Riri laughs and shakes her head "damn girl no it's dark and I heard yo non driving ass wrecked your car." You stand up and pull her up "oh well only if I get to drive" Riri shakes her head as her smile disappears "no one drives Betty you know this." You slip your hand in her gym shorts pocket and fondle around before you feel her familiar set of keys "I'm not just anyone and if I recall Betty loves me." You slap her leg from inside her pocket before taking it out.

"You wreck yo shit and want to drive mine. Classic Y/n"

"what type of girlfriend would I be if I didn't borrow your shit?"

Riri smiles to herself "a shitty one"

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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

wrd count. 15.5k+ (oops)

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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.

and you'd show your ass.

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.

iron bitch?

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.

you were all bark.

"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.

what was wrong with her?

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'

and she deletes it.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

I Have Overprotective Girlfriends

You don't remember being knocked unconscious one minute you were taking down agents left to right. Hitting them with electric shocks, a blow to the head with your baton, and just good old-fashioned punch or kick to the face. The next thing you knew you were waking up tied to a chair with metal wire wrapped around your arms and legs. The bindings were definitely going to leave marks with the way they dug into your skin.

You let out a groan lifting your head to take in your surroundings only for a fist to slam right into right cheek. Your head snapped to the left as the bruised cheek exploded with pain.

"Hey boss the Avenger is finally awake" an unfamiliar gruff voice said.

You looked up to see a man with a large frame and a bald head dressed in a forest green T-shirt, dark pants, and combat boots. Standing in front of you with his arms crossed over chest. He regarded you with a sneer.

"Easy with the shots buddy I got overprotective girlfriends" You warned him. It earned you a blow to the stomach making you hunch over as the breath left your lungs.

A low chuckle came from behind along with approaching footsteps. "A battered face should be the least of your concerns Sparky."

"Wow really clever nickname I've only heard it a few hundred times" You gasped in a raspy voice still bent over trying to get your breathing right again. Of course the comment just caused the henchmen to attack again.

Black spots filled your vision when the back of your head made contact with the cemented floor with a sickening crunch. Your mind went blank as pain took over, and for a second you nearly lost consciousness again. The burly man had kicked you right in the chin so hard your chair went flying backward to the floor.

"Got anything else to say" The henchmen asked appearing in your line of vision cracking his knuckles.

You kept your mouth shut this time had already taken too much damage. If you were going to find a way out of this the little strength you had left needed to be preserved.

He nodded his head in satisfaction and proceeded to lift the chair to stand you upright again. His boss was waiting locking eyes with you as soon as you were facing forward again. A short stocky man with a mop of dark brown hair, and a matching goatee. He wore a dark green-white striped suit. It was as if he stepped out of some bad old gangsters movie.

You fought off the urge to grin at the getup, and cursed yourself for getting bested by the likes of this man.

"Now that you're in a listening mood let's discuss terms" The man said.

You pretended to listen to his demands but you didn't really need to. For you already knew what he wanted and the second he got in. His promise to let you live would go out the window like they always did with bad guys. He had every intention on killing you knowing you would come for him. Once you were free and all of this would end with him and his men in jail.

The metal binds on your wrist wasn't giving or loosening no matter how much you twisted your wrists. The familiar power of electricity running through your veins wasn't present. Which could only mean one thing they put some type of power damper on you. Your neck was collar free so maybe it was something smaller.

Worry started to settle in when the burly man took his boss's spot again. This was a solo mission so none of your fellow Avengers were coming to the rescue any time soon. You could take a beating but that didn't mean you wanted to.

More of his henchmen had poured of rooms you couldn't see, and started to surround you. Some were equipped with weapons from brass knuckles to chains even a few knives.

This was going to get bad if you didn't come up with a plan soon, but then a chirping noise filled the air. One you recognized all too well and your heart was overcome with joy. The chirping of the kimoyo beads were your salvation. The bracelet weren't on your wrist but resting on a brown table a few feet behind the burly man. He was looking back eyes zeroing in on the beads.

"What did you just do?" He demanded to know turning back to you. Eyes filled with rage with a hint of fear behind them.

"I have no idea what you're talking about buddy." You played dumb with a smirk shrugging your shoulders. He struck you in the nose knocking your head back.

"I'm not going to ask again"

"And I'm not going to tell you again watch the face I have overprotective girlfriends." You replied grinning despite the agony and blood running from your nose to your lips.

"You had your chan-" His words were cut off as the warehouse was thrown into darkness. Immediately a terrified scream came from your left but it was cut off just as fast. More yelps filled the air around you along with the distinct sound of steel clashing against steel. Sparks lighting up the surrounding area a few times. Giving you and the burly man a few glimpses of what was going on.

Two black streaks weaved through the warehouse taking down henchmen after henchmen. A flash of gold and silver here and there accompanied with the view of a sharp point of a spear. The burly man began to hyperventilate whirling around trying to anticipate. When the intruders were going to come for him. After two minutes the lights came back on welcoming him too. The sight of Ayo and Aneka standing on either side of you spears resting at their side. Neither of them looked too happy. The bodies of his comrades laid scattered on the floor unconscious, and his boss was slumped against the wall with his hands locked in a pair of heavy duty handcuffs.

"My love would you be so kindly to tell us who marked up your beautiful face? Ayo asked. Her tone was dangerously calm.

"The idiot standing in front of us" You answered with no hesitation. Not hiding the glee you were feeling at all.

"Wait I give up" The burly man pleaded holding up his hands while backing away. "Okay I surrender you win."

Ayo raised an eyebrow "there will be no surrendering for you."

Aneka laid her spear on the floor and crouched down behind you, and started working on freeing your hands. The burly man saw his chance whirling around to run.

Ayo let out a tsk sound stalking forward. He never stood a chance and a few seconds later. His cries of agony reached your ears.

"She's not going to kill him is she?" You asked Aneka almost feeling sorry for him. She had worked you completely free by now, and was examining the extent of your injuries.

"No Ayo knows how to show restraint even when she doesn't want to." Aneka told you pulling a handkerchief from somewhere in her armor. She pressed it to your still bleeding noise.

"Its why she went after him instead of me" she added fury in her eyes.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the comment wondering if the wailing man was truly better off in Ayo's hands than Aneka's. From the sound of his ongoing screams maybe not.

You leaned back in the chair letting your body relax as Aneka continued to take care of your injuries.

It was his own fault after all you had warned him.

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It was hard to just pick one for Shuri but this is what I shall start with 😮‍💨

🖋️ when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine + Shuri

I missed writing for my wife and I won't lie, this makes me very happy. — main masterlist | 🏷️: pining, fluff, flirting. [WC: 1.7k]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ˗ˏˋ꒰ why don't you stay here tonight꒱

She made it easy to call her Your Grace.

That's all Shuri was. Graceful. Whatever the situation may be—whether it was in her happiness, her anger, her cleverness; even in her cockiest moments, Shuri kept her poise.

During the celebration of seven years since the rebirth of the Heart-Shaped Herb, Shuri, or as you always called her, Your Grace, does something she’s never done before. A new step in this well-rehearsed dance you two have had since you met at the UN Conference seven years ago, and it sends you into a frenzy. If rumors were to be believed and the Panther had the ability to hear even the slightest shifts in people’s heartbeats, you were doomed.

One single touch, and you’re faced with the side of you that never sees the light: speechless.

Surprised.

The drop-in is almost theatrical, but you’ve grown to love it.

Her Majesty does it very rarely—only in occasions that are truly special does she drop from the sky like a comet, landing on her feet like the Panther she is, but you eat it up every time, with your bare hands, licking the tip of your fingers.

Certainly, she knew how good it looked.

After, when the party’s in full swing and she’s changed into her formal attire — a gorgeous and intricate white suit of three-piece, where none of them are like the traditional cuts of a suit. Some parts are adjusted to hug her body tight and perfectly, while others flow effortlessly behind her.

When she’s done with most of the small talks around the oval room the party’s taking place, you’re nursing your second glass of the exquisite drinks they prepared.

Shuri finds you leaning against the balcony of the bar, and you feel her presence before you hear her voice.

“So you found a flight.” That’s her introduction—a short nod to the last text messages you two shared a few hours ago.

You turn around, smiling already, and you use a slow nod as gateway to gather your thoughts at her proximity. “I had to. The Queen of the most powerful nation on Earth said she’d revoke my journalism rights within her borders if I missed the party to celebrate her biggest feat, so.” It had nothing to do with how much you missed her perfume. This perfume—the sharp and woody scent of something uniquely Shuri, mixed with an aphrodisiac smell you would swear in court existed only for her, and that lingering layer of honey she left behind every time she passed.

Shuri extended her hand and you shook it, happy to have the start of your usual dance with her.

In the seven years you two knew one another, the dance had been perfected.

At first, you and Shuri only shared extended, polite jabs and jokes above the heads of people who deserved it. After a year or so of that, you exchanged phone numbers. Another year into that and you were granted a special entry into Wakanda’s borders, and the exclusive right to interview Queen Shuri Udaku in all matters that regarded Wakanda, the Avengers Initiative or anything that was not of this Earth.

It was a lot.

Her smiles certainly made it easier.

After a few minutes of more small talk and light-hearted jokes, someone interrupts—a Dora Milaje.

She tries whisking Shuri away, and usually, this is where she parted with you—the woes of admiring someone so unattainable as herself were these.

Limited time.

Never any privacy.

But—”tell him that he can wait, Ayo. I’m having a nice talk. The first in weeks, if I’m being honest. Can’t I enjoy it?”

Ayo, as confused as you, looks between Shuri and you, nodding after a couple of times. “It is you party, My Queen. Enjoy it as much as you’d like. I’ll find something to entertain him.”

And with that, Ayo walks away, leaving you two to the bubble you’ve created around each other once again.

“So—you were talking about how the implants could help them with their reading comprehension skills. Go on.” Shuri grabs the glass and sips, looking up at you expectantly.

You have to open and close your mouth a couple of times to get anything out of it.

It comes out stuttered before your mind changes gears and remembers how to think again.

She’d blown off people and situations to speak to you before—that was normal. You two were… friends. But—in a public gathering? A national celebration, one that had not only Wakandians, but also the exclusive ring of international connections who were allowed into these lands? You were pretty certain you’d seen Captain America walking around not even twenty minutes ago, and you were certain that one on the other side of the party was Carol Danvers, and yet, here she was.

Shuri listened with the attention of someone who had nowhere else to be.

This was… unexpected.

A rare move, but one that could still be found in the dance of your mind.

She had done this before.

In Versailles, two years ago, Shuri ditched the meeting to pull you aside and give you a tour of the place once you’d said you had never been before. You two ended up in a random roof smoking the best weed of your life, speaking of loss and rebirth.

You still dreamt about that night.

About how close you two had been, and how much your hands were clammy with sweat the whole time due to the proximity.

You lose yourself in the conversation a couple of times, too distracted by the gold rings on her fingers, the buzzcut that got in her last trip to Brazil with those razor lines and, of course, the glimmer of her technology on her arms.

She’s talking about poems now, and how much she enjoyed your last recommendations when it happens.

“I think I liked it,” she said. “She knows how to write in different ways. I liked your favorite one a lot.”

“Siehl’s got a way with words,” you agreed.

She took a deep breath, and then, as if doing so was normal and not a certain path to re-arrange your insides into outsides, she quotes the poem in her sultry, gorgeous voice, which had smoothed out since she started speaking a lot more. “In this story, you have claws. In this story, happily ever after has bite marks in it. In this story, you are free and terrifying. In this story, you get away. In this story, you bleed. Iin this story, you survive.”

All of your breath is gone, and your mouth has run dry by the time she says ‘survive’ with the life-knowledge of more than just her decades of life.

“Is that you have that tattoo?” She asked, pointing over at your left arm.

You look down at where her fingers pointing even though you know what’s in it. “I—yeah.” The girl in your tattoo had a bitten book, her jaw is drenched in blood and she looked victorious. It was your favorite.

“It’s my favorite.”

Goddamn it. You could barely look at her. “Mine too.”

“I’m glad I recommended you Ísis. She’s a great artist.”

This time, you looked up, only to find her eyes already on yours. “I’m waiting for the day you’ll get yours.”

“I still haven’t decided what I want. I want too many things, I guess.” Shuri scoffed. “Too much.”

“They’re a big step, but you’ll know it when you know it.”

“What if I’m scared of needles?” Her question came accompanied by a shit-eating grin.

It made you smile, too, cheeks heating up at the sight of Shuri’s gorgeous smile. “I think you’ll live, Your Grace.”

“I might not.”

You laughed, because it was a laughing matter. “I’m sure one of your well-trained soldiers could protect you from feeling all that pain alone.”

“What if I want you to do it?”

It does its work—it traps you on the spot, and by the look on her face, it’s exactly what she wanted.

Something that had been catching her eye behind your shoulders pulls her gaze again, and Shuri looks back at you with double the determination.

“I’ll go tomorrow if you tell me you’ll hold my hand the whole time.” Nothing in her tone says ‘this is a joke’, and you have to swallow down a knot to answer her.

“They might be a little… sweaty. I get—second-hand nervousness. Not so comfortable.”

“Of course it is. It’s your hand. Better than feeling needles pricking into me all alone.”

“Well, in that case…”

“You’ll come?” Shuri’s smile widens.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I? I’m not sure even what day is it tomorrow, but if I had any plans, now I don’t anymore.”

That gets a little chuckle out of her, and Shuri nods at you. “Okay. That’s perfect.” She looks over to somewhere on your back again, and sighs. “I think my General’s trying to warn me in a polite way that I’ve been here for too long and I need to go mingle. But I’ll be back soon—”

then, she does it.

Shuri breaks the seven-year long dance you two had of talk talk talk talk into your ears were filled with each other’s voices and your chests were swimming with other’s words, idioms, syncrascies, and never touch, by passing by you and squeezing your waist.

She leans in to whisper in your ear.

“There are two secret doors here that lead to top of those arches outside. The view is beautiful and the sun is setting in forty six minutes.”

And then, she leaves, taking all of her heat with her, but letting her hands linger on your body for as long as they can.

Goosebumps rise in her absence, originating from the place her hand touched and spreading all over your body.

Shuri touched you over your clothes, and you could swear your skin was on fire either way.You know an invitation when you hear one, and your eyes start searching the minute you remember how to think a coherent thought. However long that takes.

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[🧷] / so close, yet so far, part one.

[🫀] \ bridging the gap, part two.

— synopsis: as you distance yourself from Izogie, she decides to take a different approach.

— pairing: Izogie x black!fem!reader.

— author’s note: decided to make this a three part series. this part is quite lengthy but it’s my way of saying thank you for all the support on the first one. happy reading, everyone.

almost two weeks.

that’s how long you had been avoiding Izogie.

ever since you overheard her expressing a lack of interest for love, you wanted to lose any romantic feelings you held towards her.

“she will be miganon one day,” you thought. “pining after her was a big mistake in the first place.”

that same night, you decided to take matters into your own hands and do what was best for you.

so, at the start of the week, you kept yourself out of Izogie’s line of sight. you also made sure not to draw the attention of others as well.

luckily for you, your initial plan started off smoothly.

a new group of trainees had arrived at the palace and most of the focus was on getting them settled in and trained. per usual, Izogie was the one chosen to show them the ropes and because of this, she was quite occupied. you didn’t mind though. it made sneaking around a lot easier.

on top of that, relief washed over you when you found out that you were now training with Amenza, Nanisca’s right hand woman. it would’ve been embarrassing to train with the newcomers, especially under Izogie’s guidance.

what you needed was for enough time to pass so that your love for her could fade. but as the days went by and you saw less and less of her, you wondered if that was what you really wanted.

at times, when you heard her voice in the distance, butterflies erupted in your stomach and you wished it was you she spoke to. when you walked into a room and got a whiff of her scent, you found your eyes searching, needing to catch a glimpse of her.

but what you wanted didn’t matter.

Izogie wasn’t looking for love and even if she was, you wouldn’t be her first choice.

the thought of that felt painful but you needed to come to terms with it. you had to lose feelings and for once, you planned on succeeding at something you put your mind to.

so, you focused on your trainings instead. when you had time, you engaged in fun activities with the few friends you had and carried out your daily duties. going forward, you swore to never feel this strongly for another person ever again.

love seemed to be a luxury you could not afford.

as the week drew to a close, all was still going well. until the arrival of the second week.

everything started one nightfall. the agojie, as well as the trainees, were fast asleep. the only people awake at the time being the guards who kept watch.

in your quarters, you found yourself restless and after a while, you decided to take a trip to the bathhouse. it was the perfect place for you to clear your head.

upon arriving though, you thought you heard a sound come from the inside but nevertheless, you proceeded to walk down the stone steps.

soon enough, you were greeted by the serene, deep blue color of the water. candles on the walls were lit, giving the space a dim, orange glow.

off to the side, you noticed some clothes were neatly folded. as you wondered whose they were, the owner came up from the water, wiping her face with both hands.

it was Izogie.

you stood frozen in place as her brown eyes locked on yours. in the water’s embrace, the complexion of her skin glistened even more and her gaze was low, almost as if to invite you in.

all you could do was stare, way too absorbed with how good she looked from afar. for what seemed like an eternity, neither of you said a word to each other. soon, her eyes left yours as they traveled down the rest of your body.

Izogie licked her lips slowly as she watched you. instantly, your heart pounded furiously. when her eyes returned to yours, a glint resided in them and you held your breath, nervousness coursing through your veins.

then, she swam towards you.

immediately, all types of warning bells went off in your head. this wasn’t good at all, especially for your blood pressure. you needed to leave, you thought. but as she got progressively closer, you couldn’t find the strength to move.

before you knew it, Izogie was in front of you.

well, at your feet to be precise.

she still hadn’t gotten out of the water but something about looking down on her made your legs weak. she looked softer, tiredness having settled deep on her facial features.

in that moment, you wanted her head buried between your neck and shoulder as you caressed her back. you wanted to enclose your thighs around her waist as you whispered sweet nothings in her ears. you wanted to feel the weight of her body on yours as she slept.

but what you wanted didn’t matter.

before Izogie could step out of the water, you quickly turned on your heel and ran up the steps, exiting the bathhouse. you didn’t stop running until you reached your quarters, unable to sleep for the remainder of the night.

the next day during training, you were working on rope tying with Amenza when you felt an extra set of eyes on you from across the courtyard.

they were from none other than Izogie.

under the hot sun, her skin was oiled well, further highlighting her muscles. she had one hand rested at the hilt of her weapon as she walked around, monitoring her trainees’ progress.

but every so often, her gaze wandered over to you. soon, it began to stir up mixed emotions inside you.

for one, a part of you felt elated. in the past, Izogie rarely looked at you. and whenever she did make eye contact, it was usually when she was scolding you. but for today, even when you caught her staring, she never looked away.

it made you want to smile as your hands fiddled with your rope.

it felt nice.

it felt hopeful.

but then again, being seen by her was not a part of your plan. at the bathhouse, the feelings you had been working so hard to get rid of only amplified when you were in front of her. in the end, it was you who suffered the sleepless night.

you couldn’t keep putting yourself through that.

as you worked on your knots, Amenza noticed how tangled your rope (and mind) was. she smiled softly as she placed her hand on top of yours. you quickly snapped back to reality and apologized.

not long after, you, as well as Izogie’s group, were called to gather around.

the new trainees would be going on a tour today to learn about the different routes the agojie used. you already knew all about them but seeing as you didn’t graduate, you were still required to tag along.

Amenza and Izogie each formed a group and divided the trainees until you were the last one left. then, they allowed you to choose who you wanted to join.

you quickly ran to Amenza’s side. for your sanity, you needed to stick to your plan.

she gave you a small chuckle as she began to explain further rules. but while she spoke, you made the mistake of allowing your eyes to meet Izogie’s.

she was already looking at you but for the first time today, it was her who quickly averted her gaze upon meeting your eyes. as Amenza continued to address the group, you couldn’t help but feel that Izogie was refraining from looking in your direction.

this is for the better, you thought.

but as both groups began departing in different directions, you wondered if that was a lie you could really keep telling yourself.

as for the tour, the first half went quite well. Amenza explained the various routes in an understanding way and answered questions thoughtfully. once in a while, she even allowed you all to take a quick break.

this time, the group had stopped by a small stream to rest. some birds were chirping high in the trees as the sound of water flowing filled the air.

off to the side, you noticed some of the girls were stone skipping while others dipped their toes in playfully. you decided to take a seat at the bank of the stream in order to enjoy the scenery.

soon, your relaxation time was cut short when you spotted three trainees not too far from you.

they were huddled up, laughing obnoxiously as they pointed in your direction. you sighed as you did your best to ignore them. nowadays, they didn’t even hide the fact that they were talking about you.

as you tried to focus your attention on other things, you couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“i’m surprised they still let her stay here. i thought Dahomey needed warriors, not an extra mouth to feed.”

the other two girls snickered and you felt anger bubble inside you upon hearing her comment.

Nanare.

she was one of the trainees who arrived a week ago but for some reason you weren’t aware of, she had a strong dislike for you.

the funny thing was that you didn’t even know her prior to joining the king’s guard and till this day, you never once had a conversation with the girl.

from what you heard about her from Fumbe, she had willingly signed up to join the agojie and was beyond competitive. as of late, she was the only trainee at the top of all her classes.

you also found out that you were older than Nanare. but seeing how everyone knew of you failing to pass the final test, you figured that was why she felt emboldened to speak about you anyhow.

at times, you thought of reporting her to Amenza then later brushed it off. her behavior was childish and you only hoped she would grow out of it soon.

you still didn’t want to draw any attention to yourself and besides, the agojie did not tolerate any form of bullying against one another. if any of it was found out, it was Izogie who handed out punishments.

if anything, you were saving Nanare by keeping quiet.

but then, the younger had the audacity to utter a specific sentence and for the first time in your life, you felt provoked to hit a woman.

“maybe she’s sleeping with King Ghezo.”

you instantly got up and started walking in their direction, both of your fists balled at your side. you may not be the best fighter here but in that moment, something in you felt compelled to swing first, deal with the consequences later.

before you could act though, Amenza called out for all the trainees to gather around.

the other two girls smirked at you as Nanare eyed you up and down. she then bumped into your shoulders as she went to join the rest of the group. you simply stood there, watching in disbelief.

soon, Amenza waved you over and you had no choice but to join the rest.

for the duration of the tour, the younger’s insults lingered in your mind. although it’d been frustrating to hear, Nanare’s words couldn’t compare to the headache the next day would bring you.

per usual, the afternoon started off particularly hot. Izogie, along with the trainees, were heading out for training. before they left, she asked you to sharpen the agojie spears that had grown dull.

on your way to gather up the weapons, you noticed one of the palace workers, an elderly woman, struggling. she was trying to transport pots of indigo dye and you remembered that festival day was in a few days.

it was a celebration of Dahomey’s prosperity in the trades and towards the end, various goods were given up as offerings in hopes of the success continuing.

since last week, all the workers had been busy with making clothes, jewelry, palm oil and more. the busiest being the indigo dye makers.

upon spotting her, you offered to help move the dye to storage for safekeeping. she thanked you graciously and you got to work.

you didn’t mind the heavy lifting but soon, one trip turned into two, which turned into four and before you knew it, the sun was starting to fall. the trainees would be back any time soon and you still hadn’t sharpened a single spear.

you quickly parted ways with the elderly woman as she thanked you even more.

then, you scrambled to collect the spears and made your way to the sharpening station. when you arrived, you set everything on the floor and wiped the beads of sweat that trickled down your forehead.

not long after you sat down to work, Izogie entered the space. instantly, you felt your heart drop. her face and shoulders were covered in sweat. as she walked further into the room, you noticed some of her hair sticking out of place.

“why did she have to come straight here?” you thought.

as you set your tools down, she watched you with a blank expression. then, you slowly got up from your seat to address her. in that moment, everything in you wanted to run but you knew you couldn’t.

so, you stood straight, mentally preparing yourself.

“i gave you all afternoon to sharpen these. why have you not finished?”

in your chest, your heart was pounding as you looked up at her. Izogie was only a couple inches taller but it always felt like she towered over you. not just height wise, but in other aspects as well. one example being her voice.

it was always deep and firm, easily sending goosebumps through you. for a split second, you even found yourself wishing her lips were speaking directly into the shell of your ear.

she raised an eyebrow at you and you realized that you had just been staring. you quickly cleared your throat.

“i’m sorry. i was helping one of the older women move indigo dye and it took some time. i’ll stay up until i’ve finished these.”

Izogie looked at you for a while, not saying a word. soon, it was becoming hard for you to maintain eye contact and the air in the room felt very thick. then, she broke the silence.

“is the job i asked you to do that hard?”

you were taken aback by the question. the last thing you needed was for her to think you were dodging the tasks she gave. you tried to explain again.

“no, no. it’s just that the woman was elderly and—.”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence because she started walking towards you, a stern look appearing on her face.

“so now you can disobey my orders and do as you please?”

you furrowed your eyebrows at her. was she trying to pick a fight with you? because it felt like she was deliberately ignoring your explanation.

“none of that was my intention. i just couldn’t let that woman do all the work herself. she had no help.”

Izogie stopped in front of you.

“do you want me to applaud you for being a good samaritan?”

now, you were getting irritated.

“excuse me?” you asked, way too exhausted to be doing this. “what was i supposed to do? just walk by as she struggled?”

in the past, you had never spoken back to Izogie whenever she scolded you. that was because at the time, you believed the things she was saying made sense. and it did.

but at the moment, this specific conversation seemed quite nonsensical to you. it’s not like you completely abandoned your work. you came back and told her you would stay up until it was done.

why was she so upset?

you snapped out of your thoughts when she brought her face closer to yours, mere inches separating the both of you.

“it seems you have forgotten the first rule of training because i don’t talk to you as much.”

you could feel your entire body getting hotter by the second. if she wanted to take it there, two could play that game. you spoke up in a strict tone.

“Izogie, you’re not who I answer to anymore. when you asked me to sharpen the spears, I agreed to do so because it is part of my duty as a trainee. it was not because I needed to obey you.”

she smirked, the whites of her teeth showing.

“so now you can talk. you must be happy not having me as a teacher.”

the look on her face was genuinely pissing you off.

“i am happy. at least Amenza teaches me instead of criticizing everything i do and then avoiding me.”

her eyebrows raised slightly, smirk fading.

“do you want me to hold your hands like a child for every single thing you have to do?”

you instantly scoffed at her, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. deep down, you knew you always tried your best but for her to not see that, it stung.

“you would be a terrible miganon. you know that, right?”

instantly, she looked shocked by what you said. you tried to keep your composure but soon, a tear ran down your cheek.

“all you see me as is some sort of burden you don’t want to deal with. Izogie, if I was bleeding out on the battlefield, you would leave me there to die wouldn’t you?”

Izogie stood frozen in place, pain engulfing her eyes.

was that what you thought of her?

your words kept replaying in her head, cementing themselves in her mind. as your tears continued to flow, a pang of guilt spread throughout her body.

she instinctively brought a hand up to your cheek but you quickly swatted it away as you spoke.

“please. just go back to ignoring me.”

then, you stepped out of the room.

Izogie stood there alone, a dazed look on her face. she inhaled and exhaled shakily as her gaze landed on the spears. she stared at them for a while before her jaw clenched, tear drops falling from her eyes.

you on the other hand, felt like you couldn’t breathe.

it was as if Izogie knew how to stitch and unravel the fabric that was you and there was nothing you could do. it was your own heart and yet, she controlled its beating. none of it was fair.

you were still crying but you needed to collect your bearings. so, you tucked yourself away in a far corner of the palace and waited an hour or so. then, you headed back to the sharpening station. thankfully, she wasn’t there anymore and you got back to work.

as you sharpened the spears, you found yourself at an internal crossroad. a part of you felt that you had gone too far with what you said to her. but at the same time, another part felt proud of you for voicing your thoughts.

as night fell, you decided to stop thinking so much and focus on the task at hand. once you were finished, you leaned back in your chair, too tired to move. as you reminisced about the encounter, sleep soon took over your mind.

the next day, you woke up groggily and rubbed the pain from your shoulders. you could hear indistinct chatter in the background as events from the night before came flooding in. you tried to adjust to the bright light, only to realize you were in your quarters.

girls were busy getting ready for the day and some were even eating breakfast already. you turned to the side and saw Nawi who was rubbing oil on her skin. she smiled brightly as she looked at you.

“finally, you’re awake. Fumbe wanted to get breakfast with you but you just kept sleeping. she eventually left like half an hour ago.”

instantly, you were confused. did you end up coming back here? but you were sure you had slept on the hard, wooden chair. you decided to ask.

“Nawi, did you see me come in last night?”

she looked at you for a couple of seconds, a smile threatening to fall from her lips.

“Izogie brought you in.”

you looked at her like she had nine heads.

“what?”

Nawi laughed.

“I stayed up quite late talking to my mother and on my way back, I saw Izogie carrying you.”

now, you were even more confused. there was no way what Nawi was saying could be true. not after last night. but then again, Nawi had no reason to lie.

as you kept thinking, you heard a last call for breakfast and quickly bolted up. at the serving station, there was one bowl left, wrapped up with leaves on top.

it was a bit odd but you didn’t think much of it. as you reached down to grab it, a server stopped you.

“i’m sorry but this dish is reserved.”

this morning just keeps getting odder and odder, you thought. since when did anyone reserve breakfast? you were about to explain to the server that you hadn’t eaten yet when someone interrupted.

it was the elderly lady you had helped move indigo dye for. she had a smile on her face as she grabbed the bowl and handed it to you. she then turned to the server.

“don’t worry. Izogie was saving the food for this girl, not herself.”

you blinked twice, wondering if you had heard wrong.

“Izogie?”

she nods.

“she told me this morning to make sure that the girl who helped me yesterday ate. isn’t she kind?”

you stood there, unable to comprehend what was happening. quickly, you thanked the server and the elderly woman as you returned to your quarters.

little did you know, Nanare was off to the side and she overheard the entire conversation.

throughout the day, you tried many times to speak with Izogie but there was never an opportunity. this time though, it wasn’t because she was avoiding you. it just happened to be one of those hectic days.

you figured your best opportunity to see her would be at night so you waited. when the time came, you snuck out and headed to her quarters. it was located on the other side of the palace but you didn’t mind.

upon arriving, you saw her on the front steps. she was sneaking a flask under her shirt and you took in a deep breath before walking up.

“Izogie,” you called out.

she turned to look at you, her face tired from the day.

you fiddled with your hands, unsure of how to even begin the conversation.

“i just wanted to say thank you for bringing me back to my quarters and for the food.”

she stared at you with a low gaze, saying nothing. you mentally told yourself to keep going.

“i also wanted to say that i’m sorry for what i said to you last night. it was not right of me and i will accept any punishment you give.”

Izogie still said nothing as she watched you. soon, your mouth was moving faster than your mind.

“can you please say something? if you hate me and never want to speak to me again, just let me know.”

she kissed her teeth slightly as she averted her eyes briefly. soon, she motioned you over with her hand.

“walk with me.”

the night’s air felt cool against your skin as you walked alongside her. both of you were silent, watching few palace workers go by. occasionally, she drank from her flask, staring straight ahead.

then out of nowhere, she spoke.

“i want to apologize to you as well.”

“what?” you asked, staring at her side profile.

“i want to apologize to you. i should’ve done it first.”

you turned your head back to the front.

“tell me what you are apologizing for specifically.”

she scoffed and began counting on her fingers.

“for speaking harshly to you. for avoiding you. for not spending more time helping you as you struggled. for last night.”

she paused before continuing.

“i’ve never once saw you as a burden.”

you heart skipped a beat as she drank some more of what was in the flask.

“there are lots of things inside me that i struggle with. old wounds. i don’t know how to handle a lot of them but i promise, i won’t let it affect how i treat you anymore. i’ll be better to you.”

you quickly took a couple of steps forward, now standing in front of her. she looked down on you as you admired her face in the pale moonlight.

all you ever wanted was to be close to Izogie. everything about her made you curious and for the first time since you liked her, you felt that she would finally allow you to learn.

“thank you,” you said. “for saying those words.”

a small smile formed on her lips and you felt like you were floating. it was the first one she’d ever given you and it was beautiful.

as you both stood there, you eventually cleared your throat. you didn’t want to say goodnight just yet.

“what is it you’re drinking?” you asked.

she looked at the flask before handing it to you.

“like i told Nawi, it’s the only thing the white men bring worth having. they call it whiskey.”

you eyed the drink skeptically before tasting it.

as soon as the liquid hit your tongue, you spat it out immediately, face scrunching in disgust.

Izogie smirked as you quickly handed the flask back.

“how do you drink that nonsense?”

she shrugged.

“it’s an acquired taste.”

you were about to voice your displeasure for the drink even more when you felt her thumb come in contact with the side of your mouth.

you instantly went still, heart pounding.

apparently, a trace of whiskey was left on your lips and she was taking the liberty of wiping it off for you.

her finger maneuvered around the area, not wanting to scratch you with her nail. then, she retracted her thumb, only to put it back in her own mouth.

your lips parted slightly.

“why did you just do that?” you asked, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Izogie smiled.

“i cannot let good whiskey go to waste.”

she patted your shoulder and continued walking straight ahead. you slapped your cheeks softly as a way to collect yourself before jogging to catch up with her.

at a distance, Nanare stood, watching you both.

eventually, you went back to your quarters but you couldn’t fall asleep. every time you thought about her, a smile found its way onto your face. now that she apologized, it felt like a huge fog had been lifted.

as you replayed all of her words, you prayed to the ancestors that all of it wasn’t a dream or worse, a lie.

the next day, you found out that your hand to hand combat lessons would be with Izogie, not Amenza.

it had been a while since you both trained together so it made you nervous. at the same time, there was also a newfound excitement for the future.

in the middle of the training ground, you both stood across from each other. the sun was beating down on your oiled bodies and soon, class began.

Izogie had her hands behind her back, a focused expression on her face.

“throw a punch,” she said. “i need to see what you’re doing wrong.”

you got into your stance, punching the air once.

“again.”

you steadied yourself and punched again.

she walked over and bent down to your knees, tapping them.

“first of all, your knees. they’re too stiff. loosen them.”

you quickly shook your legs out before getting back into your position.

she then stood in front of you and held both of your hands up to your face.

“always keep your elbows tucked in and your guard up. you need to protect your chin.”

you nodded as you made a mental note.

she grabbed your right arm.

“you swing your arm when you punch. don’t do that. keep it straight as you follow through with the jab.”

she quickly demonstrated and you copied, determined to execute it properly.

after a few practices, you were getting the hang of it. Izogie’s nods of approval also made you feel better.

the first hour went by and you felt accomplished. at this rate, you would get better in no time.

then, she wanted you to try hitting her once.

you thought she was joking at first until she said in a no nonsense manner,

“we will not leave here until you have succeeded.”

in your head, you had already deemed the task impossible but since you were in training, you couldn’t disobey.

for the rest of the afternoon, you threw punch after punch at her but none of them landed. to make matters worse, you had to bare witness to that smirk she always had on her face, as well as her taunting.

“you move just like Nawi. very sloth like.”

you rolled your eyes as you kept your guard up, ignoring the sweat that covered your face.

“you still talk too much, Izogie.”

you gave her a two piece combination but she dodged with ease. you screamed out in frustration and as she laughed, an idea entered your mind.

you quickly gave a convincing wince, holding your right shoulder. her face instantly turned serious as she eyed your arm and then you.

“what happened?”

you faked a look of pain.

“i think i pulled something in my arm.”

“let me see.”

she came over and held your right arm, examining it. you mentally smirked as you thought,

this was going to be too easy.

when she saw nothing wrong, she began to set your hand down and that was when your left hand went directly for her face.

Izogie instantly weaved back, causing you to miss. you quickly swung your right hand but she grabbed it. before you could fully grasp the situation, she drew you close to her and turned you around. your back was now against her chest.

adrenaline ran through you as you felt her hands travel down your waist, holding you in place. you felt her breath down your neck as you heard her smirk. the heat radiating from both of your bodies, as well as the sun, was driving you crazy.

then, she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.

“did you think i was born yesterday?”

your legs instantly felt weak at the sound of her voice. you shook your head no because your mouth couldn’t seem to form words.

she gave you a small laugh as she spun you around.

you were now facing her and you saw beads of sweat cascading down her forehead. her chest heaved up and down as she looked at you.

“why did you just do that?” you asked, voice low.

Izogie brought her face down to yours.

“you were having trouble hitting me so I came closer.”

your eyes flickered down to her lips and you felt the grip she had on your waist get tighter. you stuck your tongue out to wet your lips and as if on instinct, her head inched closer to yours.

in that moment, you uttered two words.

“thank you.”

then, your fist collided with her jaw. you quickly detached yourself from her grasp as she held her face. you kept your distance, face lighting up with joy.

finally, you thought.

you were done for today. as you headed out, her voice stopped you in your tracks.

“come here.”

you turned around.

“what?”

Izogie beckoned you over as she tried to hide a smile.

“i said come here. do not make me ask you again.”

you shook your head in a no way.

“you said if i hit you, training would be over. i just did that so i don’t have to obey you anymore.”

before you knew it, Izogie was chasing you around the training grounds. as you sprinted away, laughter bubbled from your chest.

unbeknownst to the both of you, Nanare had seen the whole ordeal.

the next day, you were on cleaning duty.

to be honest, you didn’t really mind. it gave you ample time to think about her, focus on something other than training.

per usual, all the trainees were assigned to a specific section of the palace and it usually took quite some time to clean. for today, you were working on one of the agojie quarters.

the space wasn’t too disorganized and that meant you would be done a lot faster. you set your supplies down and got to work.

not too long into cleaning, you spotted a bracelet sitting inside a small clay bowl.

it was gold and had colorful stones running through it. you gently picked it up and admired it. you never had jewelry this beautiful and you wondered who it belonged to.

as you held it, Izogie and Esi, another agojie soldier, walked into the room. the moment Esi saw you with the bracelet, she rushed over and took it from you.

“do not touch another warrior’s belongings.”

Izogie laughed as she looked at the bracelet.

“especially that one. Esi is sensitive about it.”

she pretended to hit Izogie who ducked away quickly.

you apologized.

“i’m sorry, Esi. i shouldn’t have touched it in the first place. i just thought it was beautiful.”

Esi sighed as she set her bracelet down.

“no. i’m sorry for snatching it from you and yelling. my mother made it for me and it’s the only thing from her i have here.”

you fidgeted a bit.

“did your mother pass?”

Esi laughed.

“no, no. she’s alive and well. she actually sells these in the marketplace but the townspeople can’t look upon the agojie so i haven’t seen her face in a while.”

you nodded in an understanding way as Izogie spoke.

“do you like it?”

you looked at the bracelet and nodded yes.

Esi smiled and patted your shoulder.

“don’t worry. when i go to the marketplace again, i’ll get one for you from my mother.”

you gave her a surprised look.

“really?”

she nodded. you thanked her well and went back to cleaning. soon, you could hear her and Izogie in the back arguing about who the better fighter was.

you smiled, a feeling of warmth spreading through you. these days, it really felt like things were starting to fall in place for the first time in a long time.

but little did you know, tragedy would soon be knocking at your door.

the next day, you started on your duties as you typically did. but, you felt that something in particular was off. all morning as you worked, you noticed the eyes of others constantly on you.

it was becoming quite burdensome because it wasn’t just from the trainees. most of the palace workers, as well as two of King Ghezo’s wives, were watching you as well.

whenever you entered a room, it immediately went silent, only for the whispers to pick back up the moment you left.

for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what was going on. had you done something wrong? but if you had, wouldn’t someone have called you by now? you were mentally racking your brain when Fumbe came up to you.

she pulled you to the side and you both sat, her soft facial features displaying worry.

“Fumbe, are you alright?” you asked.

she looked at you for a while before speaking.

“is it true?”

you furrowed your eyebrows at her.

“is what true?”

she sighs.

“don’t tell me you don’t know what i’m talking about.”

you looked at her with an even more confused look and she realized that you really didn’t know.

“you haven’t heard what’s being said about you?”

your heart started racing and all of a sudden, you were hanging onto her every word.

“Nanare told most of the palace that you were sleeping with Izogie.”

in that moment, your ears couldn’t even comprehend what you were hearing.

“excuse me?”

Fumbe continued. “if you are, i’m not judging you. i’m just worried about what King Ghezo might do.”

instantly, you laughed hard.

it might’ve been the hardest you laughed in a while.

Nanare spreading a rumor like this was actually funny. you would give her that.

Fumbe looked at you sternly.

“this is not a laughing matter. are you really sleeping with her?”

you quickly shook your head no.

she let out a sigh of relief.

“thank the ancestors. i didn’t want to see you exiled. you need to clear your name though.”

oh you were going to clear your name alright.

you? sleeping with the soon to be miganon?

so this is what happens when you give people an inch, you thought. they decide to take a mile.

you weren’t worried though.

you would gladly drag Nanare down the mile she so desperately wanted to go.

right then and there, you wanted to confront the younger but you still had work to do.

so, lunchtime it was.

as noon drew closer, you prayed that Izogie hadn’t gotten wind of the nonsense circulating.

luckily for you, because festival day was in two days, some of the agojie soldiers were sent to retrieve large quantities of meat from the nearby butchers in the village. she was a part of that group.

it put your mind at ease to know she wouldn’t be here for the confrontation.

then, lunchtime arrived.

when you got to the serving station, some of the girls were already eating while others waited in line.

your eyes searched for Nanare and soon, you spotted her and the two girls she was always with. they were sitting in a circle on the floor, food in hand.

you walked over to them and kicked the younger’s bowl hard. the contents spilled everywhere and some trainees took notice.

the other girls scooted back in shock as Nanare looked up at your looming figure.

“stand up,” you said to her, tone commanding.

she scoffed as she rose to her feet. after dusting her uniform off, she locked eyes with you.

“well, well, well. if it isn’t Izogie’s whore.”

the palm of your right hand immediately met her cheek with a resounding slap.

now, the entire courtyard was watching. Nanare held her face as you spoke.

“you must think i won’t put hands on you because i allow your insults to pass, right?”

she smiled slyly.

“it seems being with Izogie has you feeling bold.”

you stepped closer to her.

“i’m going to make myself clear. i’m not with anyone at all, so keep my name far away from your mouth.”

she eyed you up and down.

“if you’re not with anyone, then why are you allowed to stay here? it’s not like you contribute anything.”

you felt your blood boiling.

“does my presence annoy you that much?”

she nodded her head yes.

“i really hate people like you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows.

“i don’t even know you. why do you feel you have the right to keep speaking to me like this?”

Nanare rolled her eyes.

“i don’t need to know you to know you’re weak. latching onto the strong to survive. do you think Izogie will always be there?”

now, you were just confused.

“where is all this coming from?”

she clenched her jaw.

“stay away from Izogie. stand on your own for once.”

a thought quickly ran through your mind.

“Nanare, do you have feelings for Izogie?”

the younger immediately laughed hard in your face. this went on for a couple of seconds and you found your patience wearing thin. soon, she spoke.

“love makes you weak. i don’t have a care in the world for it.”

she then leaned in and delivered what you deemed to be the final straw.

“just know that on the battlefield, Izogie won’t be running to save you; the girl who opened her legs to get there.”

you instantly punched her in the jaw.

Nanare stumbled back but you kept raining blows at her head.

all the trainees watched in awe but no one dared to step in.

soon, she fell to the ground and you got on top, pinning her underneath.

you sent punch after punch at her face but she managed to keep her guard up.

then, somebody grabbed you by your waist, lifting you off of her.

they threw you down.

it was one of her friends.

you quickly got up.

as the girl’s hand swung for your face, you ducked your head and wrapped around her torso, knocking the both of you over.

you got on top and began punching her as well.

the girl’s nose started leaking heavily so you stopped.

then, someone put you in a headlock from behind.

it was the second girl.

she raised you up but you could feel she was struggling to hold you.

you began elbowing her in the ribs in order to break free but immediately, Nanare ran up and punched you in your stomach repeatedly.

the girl released her grip on your neck and you doubled over in pain.

as you tried to crawl, someone kicked you hard in the face.

you fell on your side, tasting something metallic on your lips.

due to the sun, you squinted as you looked up to see Nanare. you spoke, voice hoarse.

“if you want to prove your strength, fight me alone. don’t involve your friends.”

anger flashed across her face as she kicked you in your stomach.

you winced in pain.

over the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you could hear some girls begging for the fight to stop.

you quickly tried to stand but someone kicked you in the back.

you fell down and another stomped on your rib.

you could feel your breath growing weak as the sun’s sweltering heat was becoming too much to bear.

then, the blows came frequently.

your head, your back, your ribs, your thighs and essentially your entire body was met with fists and feet.

instantly, your vision began to blur.

you entered a fetal position, weakly putting your guard up.

soon, all the noise started to fade.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

then, you blacked out.

the end.

[🫀] \ bridging the gap — extended scene.

in a grassy field just outside the palace, Nanisca and Amenza set up their lunch picnic style. as both women ate, they occasionally took in the view.

soon, the older of the two spoke.

“has Izogie confessed to that girl yet?”

Amenza immediately started choking on her food. she coughed a couple of times to clear her throat.

“you know about that?”

Nanisca gave a small laugh.

“even a blind man can see how she looks at her.”

they sat in silence for a while.

“you’re not upset with Izogie?” Amenza asked. “you remember what happened last tim—.”

Nanisca quickly interrupted her, voice firm.

“we promised not to speak of that situation again.”

the younger sighed. Nanisca continued, a look of sincerity on her face.

“besides, i cannot be angry with Izogie. that child carries so much pain but for the first time in a long time, my successor seems happy again.”

worry found its way onto Amenza’s features.

“but do you not fear the past repeating itself?”

Nanisca sighed.

“in this line of work, of course I do. but for Izogie’s sake, i pray the ancestors are not that cruel.”

Amenza nodded in agreement as she ate a fruit.

“so, do you want me to tell Izogie she has your blessing?”

Nanisca scoffed playfully.

“do not push it. i’m already having trouble getting her to focus in my class nowadays.”

Amenza chuckled lightly.

“she really does like that girl.”

as their conversation continued, they spotted Nawi from afar. she was with some agojie soldiers at the gate and they were carrying heavy boxes made out of straw.

Migan’s men greeted them and quickly took the containers inside. while looking around, Nawi then saw Nanisca and Amenza and went to join them.

“good afternoon, mother. good afternoon, Amenza,” she said as she sat down on the grass.

“how was your trip to get meat for festival day?” Nanisca asked.

Nawi rubbed both of her shoulders in pain.

“remind me to hide the next time they ask for volunteers.”

Amenza laughed as she spoke.

“where is Izogie by the way? we did not see her at the gate with the rest of you.”

Nawi grabbed a fruit from Nanisca’s plate.

“she said she was going to stop by the marketpla—.”

before the youngest could even finish her sentence, an ear piercing scream rang out in the distance.

all three women immediately bolted up and looked in the direction it came from.

on the pathway up, a trainee was running towards them at full speed. her hands waved frantically as she yelled, trying to get their attention.

the women looked at each other, concern spreading across their faces.

when she finally arrived, they noticed she was crying furiously and hyperventilating.

Amenza quickly rested her hands on the girl’s shoulders in order to calm her down.

“breathe, my child. what has happened?”

the trainee spoke between sobs, her body shaking.

“they were just fighting at first. a normal fight. that’s all. none of us thought it would go that far. we should’ve stopped it sooner.”

Nawi’s brow furrowed.

“a fight? between who? where?”

the trainee sniffled as she spoke rapidly.

“at the courtyard. it was between y/n, Nanare and her friends. y/n was confronting Nanare about something and then they started fighting. we all thought it would be over after a while but then, all three of them starting beating her even though she was on the ground and—.”

the girl stopped talking and started crying into her hands even more. Amenza squeezed her shoulders as Nanisca stepped in front of her, slowly loosing her patience.

“pull yourself together this instant. what happened?”

the girl removed her hands from her face as she looked up at Nanisca.

“miganon, y/n isn’t breathing.”

Nanisca immediately ran in the direction of the palace as Amenza’s eyes widened. Nawi covered her mouth in shock as she stumbled back.

Amenza quickly turned the trainee to face her and spoke urgently.

“go into town and find the palace physician. he should be buying herbs for festival day today. bring him back to the palace as fast as you can.”

the girl nodded and took off running.

Amenza turned to Nawi who had tears building up in her eyes. she held the younger’s shoulder tightly.

“Nawi, I need you to find Izogie and keep her far away from here for as long as you can. no matter what, do not tell her what is happening here.”

Nawi stood frozen and before Amenza could speak again, rustling was heard in the grass.

it was from Izogie.

she was standing not too far away and she eyed the both of them suspiciously.

as she walked closer, Amenza sighed, lowering her head in defeat. Nawi fell to the ground, a tear running down her cheek as her hand still covered her mouth.

Izogie raised an eyebrow as her gaze shifted between the two of them. on one of her fingers, a golden bracelet with colorful stones dangled. she slid it into her pocket as her facial expression turned serious.

“do not tell Izogie what?”

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