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♫ Wicked Games - The Weeknd rue bennett ! + blk female reader
drying humping bestfriend! rue during a sleepover, after a long time of not seeing her . <3
"You still got a crush on that one girl?" Rue chuckles lightly, and leans back on the pillow. Y/n just got done painting Rue's nails a pretty baby pink color, with her initials, R.B carved on her middle and ring finger.
"Dude, be careful. I just fucking painted your shit." She frowns. "Mm..but nah. Things changed a lot since you left, Rue. I kinda just stopped being attracted to her after a while."
Bennett pouts, "I wasn't gone for thaaaat long."
"You were gone for the whole summer. I really missed you alot."
"You know I missed you too, [nickname.] Come to me. You're like about to fall off your bed." She sticks out a hand at Y/n, playfully pulling her to the other pillow next to her.
A sleepover was mandatory for the two childhood friends after Rue came back from rehab. It was an anxious summer for Y/n, constantly asking for updates from Leslie to see how Rue was doing. When she came back, everything that was once normal fell back in place.
Y/n was always aware of her sexuality and her attraction to women. In 8th grade, she got asked to the middle school prom by a girl named Lucy. She was so scared on the idea of her first kiss backfiring, that Rue helped her practice. Her best friend. Odd enough, she never really thought of her outside of platonic relations.
Rue has always been attractive. Her staggered demeanor with her effortlessness has always made her stand out in every room she stumbles across. The expressive eyes and pouty lips always captivated you, even if intended not to. A stranger outside of your friendship would probably assume the two of you have some weird shit going on with each other.
Rue studies your face, analyzing the small changes to your appearance she probably missed after two months of not seeing you.
"What are you looking at?"
"I changed my hair up a bit. Put in some highlights."
"I know, it really does suit you. Nice shit." Rue hums, admiring your fresh new highlights, noticing how the color illuminates beautifully with the buffet lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.
"Come closer. You're so fuckin' far." The curly head muttered, and roams her hands down to your ass, pulling you closer to her chest. Her smirk grows a little, as she cracks a laugh. "That girl couldn't handle all this, anyway."
You roll your eyes, and scoffs a little. "Rue, stop playing with me."
"I'm not, I'm so serious! I'm glad y'all didn't end up together."
"Yeah..she was kind of crazy, anyway. Kept on asking for my location everytime I wanted to get out the house."
"Well I always know where you are. I don't need tracking to figure that." Rue says matter-of-factly, and positions her arms behind her head as she stares at the ceiling. Your room has always been the same since little. The cut out pink stars decorated on the ceiling used to be Rue's favorite. She would always purposely turn off your lights so she could see the glowing.
The two of you drifted toward completely different styles. You found yourself interested in the softer things. Gorgeous jewelry scattered all over your body: your ears, wrists, neck, and waist. Outfits paired up with tiny lace tops that made your boobs perk up just right, and bottoms that seem crafted for your hips. While other girls your age try to figure themselves out, feminity just came natural to you. That's what people love. It's sexy seeing a girl so beautiful in her own skin.
Rue, on the other hand, stirred in the opposite direction. Oversized hoodies replaced her old, fitted shirts. Her curls grew messier, her posture more lean back. Her entire presence is undeniably more on the masculine side. She never concerned herself on the typical feminine beauty standards and focused on what made her feel more comfortable. Standing side by side, the contrast between you two is obvious. Somehow, everyone thinks you two belong together.
"You know, I still haven't kissed anyone besides you that one time."
Rue turns her head towards you, a look of small shock on her face. "You serious?"
"Aw shit. Y/n." Rue thinks for a second. "I kinda assumed you've already kissed on all those girls you used to talk to in the past."
You shake your head, and reach out your hand to play with the strings of Bennett's black hoodie. "No, you're legit my first and only kiss."
"You want one again?" Rue smirks jokingly, and presses a small kiss on your cheek. Her eyes shoot glances at your sleepwear. Black sweatpants, and a basic black tank top. You giggle a little at the kiss, and enjoy the feeling of her arms snake on your exposed waist.
"Just c'mere. A little closer please. Let me help? " She guides your body with her big hands, helping you climb ontop of her lap. She sits upright to be able to hold you properly.
"That's better." She grins.
"You're so irritating, Rue."
"I know. But you like it, right?" Rue remarks hoarsely. "I like this piercing on you." She stares down at the pink-and-gold belly piercing dangling from your navel.
"Mm, thanks. I got it at the beginning of summer. Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."
"Pretty. I mean you always are."
You smile a little, a familiar rush in your lower body happens whenever you're around Bennett. She seems to be the one who can nail you down. During past experiences, you portray the more dominant side and act like a little bitch towards whichever girl you were talking to. Sassy, demanding, and difficult. Your walls were constantly up, but never with Rue.
Suddenly, the taller girl leans towards your lips, pressing a gentle kiss. She tasted intoxicating. You should've probably been worried about that, but in that moment you just didn't care. The wet sounds of kisses filled your bedroom.
"Mm," Rue moans into your mouth, her hands easily sliding your sweatpants off and rubbing on the soft material of your panties, palming your ass. It felt good to finally taste her kisses again. You whine a little and grab at her hoodie to signal her to take it off.
Rue pulls out from the kiss and says in a raspy voice, "You want this off, pretty?
You nod your head and watch the way her smug smile got bigger as she reaches her arms to remove her hoodie off. Her messy curls hung over her white undershirt. You help her remove her shorts off, now remaining in her Hanes boxers. Her dark brown eyes looked up at your needy expression.
"God, you're so gorgeous." Rue states and lazily moves your hips up and down on the crotch of her boxers. You can't even process the fact that you're dry humping. Your mind is stuck on how good her lips taste, her tongue exploring yours.
A few minutes go by of low moans and whimpers coming from mainly you, while Rue effortlessly uses you like a little ragdoll, helping her reach her high. Your panties are stained wet, each movement of your clothed clit pressing against Rue's sends you into a spiral.
"Man, fuck being friends." Rue grunts lowly and her hands press marks against your thighs. "You feel so fuckin' good, mama. You tryna do somethin'?"
