Hey, guys. I’m so sorry to come on here and ask for this kind of help—but things are really gett… Aliyah Kemp needs your support for Help Me
hey, babies. i’m so sorry to come on here and ask for this kind of help—but things are really getting serious for me, and i’m scared what’s going to happen in the next couple of weeks. as y’all know i was recently fired from my job about two weeks ago due to discrimination, and have been scrambling to find another job with no luck. i still have to pay my other half of rent before the end of this month, my light bill, + there’s still upcoming rent for August. i just moved into my apartment in April and never expected this to happen, and i’m so scared to already lose a place i fought tooth and nail to get in the first place. i just need a little extra help until i find another job (which i’m working my ass off to get as soon as possible.) anything is appreciated. PLEASE REPOST ! BOOST !
summary: long business trips and days without speaking to your girlfriend left her extremely needy.
warnings: smut (18+), guided masturbation, riri being needy, dirty talk
from billy ⋆˚꩜｡: hey my loves! I know this was supposed to be posted during pride month, but life has indeed been kicking my ass. It’s been months since I’ve posted a fic so why not post some smut?! enjoy
Riri's body popped up on your laptop screen as you accepted the facetime, "Hey egghead, I missed you." Her voice spoke.
It had been three weeks since you left for a work trip, and she was more needy than anything. Being used to sharing a bed with you everynight, the absence of your touch had affected her in more ways than one.
You sat against the headboard of the cold hotel bed as you continued to type away, glancing at Riri in the bottom right corner of your screen every so often.
You beamed at her face, so happy to finally speak to her after so long. “I miss you more.”
Her face glowed under the low light of her phone, giving you a nice view of her, along with the durag she wore to cover her fresh cornrows. She watched as your fingers continued to smash into the keyboard, paying her little mind aside from the occasional glance you'd give her.
"You seem busy." She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes.
These past few weeks had been filled with meetings, deadlines, and new projects to finish. Each time she tried to call you, you were either caught up with work or face down in a pillow, exhausted from the work you were doing. Being ignored the one time she finally got you on the phone was irritating her far beyond measure.
Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you continued typing, eyes not even moving to meet hers, "No, no just finishing up a few things."
"Right." she rolled her eyes, huffing at your absent-minded reply.
Her phone fell from the inital postion she had it in— propped up against one of her pillows. The sound of shuffling caught your attention for a bit, by the time your focus panned to the tab she resided in on your laptop screen, you were met with a view of her abdomen. The glow of her screen reflecting off the contour of her abs, and the v line that was ever so slightly exposed by her sweats sitting on her hips.
"I don't mind being on the phone while you work, but you could at least talk to me while you do it."
You bit your lip a bit harder at the sight, forwarding you attention back to the last few sentences you had to type, "I swear im almost done Ri, just gimmie a few."
Your fingers typed at the speed of light, the view of your girlfirnd's body being your motivation at this point. She continued to toss and turn in her bed, huffing and sighing to try and get your attention. Ten minutes had passed before you finally finished your work, saving and closing you document.
"See, all yours now." You cheesed, clicking fullscreen on the facetime tab.
"Yea after like an hour," she kissed her teeth. "But nah i missed you."
Her voice got lower and fingers found the waistband of her sweats before she fiddled with it.
"How much?" you smirked, head tilting to the side.
"Damn, I gotta do allat?" She chuckled.
Even though her room was dark and the light from the screen was all that was illuminating the space, you could make out the slight blush on her face.
You cocked your eyebrow, teasing her to tell you much she missed you.
The pads of her fingers ran up and down her happy trail. "I miss your perfume on my sheets, cuddling with you," she trailed off before looking at you. "Your hands."
A satisfied moan found its way in the back of your throat. You cocked your head to the side, "What about my hands baby?" Playing dumb, the only way to get her to use her words.
Riri chewed the inside of her cheek, her face started to burn and betray the cool demeanor she was trying to convey.
Her eyes switched from you the the drawstring her fingers were busy playing with, “Man you playin." She rolled on her side, "Why can't I just say I miss you?"
You sat back against the headboard and licked your lips, "Show me how much you missed me then ri."
Riri licked her lips before grabbing her phone and turning it on its side, giving you a wider view. She slid out of her sweats leaving her only in briefs and a tank top. Her legs spread on either side of the phone, giving you a perfect view of the dark spot in the middle of her underwear. "You a fuckin freak."
"Says the one who creamed her boxers already." You shook your head, "Easy like Sunday morning."
"Man shut up."
Slowly her hand slide down her briefs, quickly finding her wet center. She sucked air between her teeth as the pads of her fingers collided with her aching bud.
Her fingers rubbed slow circles on her clit, breaths becoming fast and shallow, "Mmfuck."
You tilted your head to the side, taking in the sight of your girlfriend. Her mouth was agape as she leaned her head against her wall, chest beginning to heave a bit.
"You like this shit don't you?" She breathed out, fingers stuttering against her wetness.
Her words went in one ear and out of the other as you watched her pleasure herself. You felt yourself start to get hot, the blanket that was covering your shoulders found its way on the floor very quickly.
"Oh my g-" Riri whimpered out. She had sunk deeper into her bedding, her wet center becoming the face of the camera by now.
"You can go faster for me," you purred, leaning back into the couch. "I know you can."
She whimpered as she slid her boxers off of her legs, string of arousal catching the light as she tossed them across the room.
"Fuck baby." Two of her fingers plunged into her wetness, a loud squelching sound making its way through the speakers of your laptop. Each thrust of her digits left a growing puddle under her weight, staining the sheets in the process. "Mine never hit that spot like yours do."
You hand had found its way down your underwear, ever so slightly trying to ease the throbbing in them. Watching your girlfriend pleasure herslef through a screen made the feeling even more intense. Your skin burned to be close to hers, fingers aching to be inside of her.
"Need you- fuck," she whined, words starting to slur together. "Need you deep in me."
Riri continued to scissor her digits into her center, moans getting louder with each thrust. Her face screwed with pleasure, desparate to reach that high that you'd given her so many times before.
"O-oh fuck." she breathed out, back arching off the messy bedding. "Feels so-so fucking good."
You leaned closer to the screen, mouth watering to just get a taste of her. "How fucking good ri?"
Whimpers and incoherent babble were all that she could msuter up at the moment. You could tell how close she was from the way she clenched around her fingers, a white ring forming at her knuckles.
"C-can you hear how good it feel?" her fingers circled her clit is fast circles. "How needy I get when you ain’t here?"
Drool fell form your mouth to the valley of your breast unknowingly. You couldn’t help but to gawk at your screen, entanced by the scene before you.
Her breathing got shallow, fingers moving at the speed of light. A guttural moan left her throat before her body went limp, all that was heard on her side of the screen were fast breaths. Her hand stilled and her chest fell up and down. She was absolutely spent.
"You still alive over there?" You tried to hold back an giggle.
Riri weakly held up her middle finger in the camera, "Shut up."
I’ll never understand why people take shipping so damn serious. “I don’t see why people ship them they make no sense together” PLS HUSH. I ship em cause they look good together, that’s literally it.
thinking about riri fixing things in your apartment.
she's so eager to be of help in your personal space. a handyman hasn't touched your apartment since you met.
that's what you bonded over, actually. you were at home with your roommate when her friend came over. and a friend of a friend. a really cute friend of a friend. the entire time you had company over, you and your rommate profusely apologized for the apartment that seemed to never stop falling apart. malia, your roomate, and amaya, her 'friend', were people you knew and knew well. but amaya's friend, riri, was someone you hadn't gotten to know, at least until then.
you cursed at yourself and the sink (mainly the sink) for spraying water everywhere because of its stupid high water pressure. from behind, a snicker traveled to your ears and echoed in your brain. with a contorted face, you eyes shot daggers at the girl behind you who couldn't get enough of the mishap.
"if you gonna laugh, at least be loud. tryna hide it like i got something to be embarrased about-"
"only thing embarassing is that faucet being broken," she paused, eyes dragging a little too slow your figure. "you ain't got shit to be embarrased about." riri's words entered the awkward interaction more suggestive than you liked, and a lot more suggestive than she intended them to sound. "i can fix it for you-"
you were the one who snickered, then. loudly too. "you gonna fix my sink? really?"
the girl in front of you nodded with enthusiam. your eyebrows shot up and a smirk danced its way onto your face.
"if i get to see your pretty face," another pause, "then yea. free 99."
of course, you didn't think she was being serious. not really. but riri showed up every damn time with that damn red toolbox; it was like she was attached to it at the hip. and every damn time she showed up with that dirty white tank clinging to her skin, the one she wears just for fixing shit, and the line of her sports bra peeking from the achingly thin material. and every damn time you open the door, all her 32 are showing, shining in the sunlight. and every fucking damn time she trails close behind you, never letting you leave her sight.
its like riri knows exactly what's wrong, like she hears the ringing of broken metal. you don't even have to tell her, she just knows. maybe its malia talking to amaya who talks to riri, but that would seem highly coincidental.
when she's fixing something she makes sure you stay in the room to keep her company.
when she's not under counters, sighing in frustration, pulling her tank to her forehead to wipe her sweat, her abs flexing from pulling, poking, and prodding at metal, she's pulling you to wherever she is--up on ladders, down to the floor, closer to her and the level on the wall--talking you through everything she's doing. making sure you know what's wrong but never how to fix it. she'd rather come back 100 times to fix the same thing than to have you never call her again, needing some help (or rather her company).
maybe im js down bad for smthn smart n sexy but i luv this n i luv her
note: hii guys, i miss y'all, hope you're having a great summer! i wrote this a while ago and just found it so i'm posting it. i miss riri terribly and i figured y'all did too. it's not nothing too crazy, but yeah.
The bookstore was always quiet on Friday afternoons. Presumably because everyone was off getting ready for whatever party, or other social gathering was underway later in the night.
You liked the bookstore on Friday afternoons for this reason.
You got to sit behind the counter and finish your book on the clock. It couldn't get any more fulfilling than that—losing yourself in another world—becoming entirely enthralled by the budding love story between Hella, a tempting demoness, and Otasia, the warrior destined to destroy her.
Forbidden lovers, fated to fall for each other, despite every odd being purposely positioned against them.
Rarely did you have time to read for pleasure in between classes, so you always seized the opportunity on Fridays. Your manager Dahlia had left early, something about her kid getting into a fight at school, and she'd asked you to close. There were three bodies in the store, two girls chatting near the fantasy section, and yourself. Well, four, if you counted your coworker Jean who was most definitely out back smoking by the dumpsters.
He'd invited you to join him, but you had been too offended by the absurd request to answer him with words. You'd assumed the sour way you wrinkled your nose spoke well enough, because he'd stumbled away awkwardly, his ego barely intact as he mumbled, “Damn, a nigga just tryna be nice.”
It took zero effort on your part to brush him off. You pushed your glasses back up, returning to the fantastical world in your book without a second thought. You'd made it to the part in the story where Otasia and her army were plotting to invade the Demon realm. She knew it was dangerous, because she knew Hella was dangerous—deadly. And her army wouldn't stand a chance against the demoness, or the other vengeful souls Hella had enslaved to do her bidding.
Otasia felt stuck, torn between protecting her people from her lover, and staying loyal to Hella. She knew, despite her unyielding power, this invasion would hurt Hella, and it would be the only wound she would be incapable of healing from.
And what would her army think of her, had they known of the internal conflict she was battling now? How could she ever face their families after knowingly leading them down into the depths of hell, only to watch them die?
“Oh em geee! We just finished that book, we can't wait for book three!”
You peeled your attention away from the pages, slightly annoyed as you lifted your head, eyes following the sound of the ongoing shrieking. It was the two girls who were previously browsing the shelves. They stood before you now, eyes wide and bulging with excitement as they continued yapping about the book you were clearly still reading.
“Do you think Otasia will really betray Hella?” The one with circular wired glasses asked, directing the question at you. “Like, I can't see her doing that. She knows everything that Hella has been through, and how hard it is for her to trust anyone.”
“Yeah, but what about Otasia's army? Their families? How could she betray them? How can she betray the princess of her kingdom?” The other girl chimed in. She had smooth onyx skin, and a golden septum ring dangling from her nose.
Glasses girl rolled her eyes, “Oh please, you're only saying that because you secretly ship Otasia and princess Kiylera.”
“Not so secretly.” Septum ring admitted, grin widening.
They'd completely excluded you from the discussion as they bickered amongst themselves about which love interest deserved Otasia's heart, not that you were ever a willing participant in the conversation to begin with though.
You were growing more annoyed by the second, and you figured you had to put a stop to their insufferable whining before they ended up spoiling the entire novel for you.
“Hey!” The word came out louder, and more charged than you meant for it to, but it startled them into silence. “How can I help you ladies today?”
Your voice morphed into something chipper, and you adjusted your glasses on the bridge of your nose.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted an all too... familiar silhouette, leaning against the self-help shelf. Their nose was tucked behind a trashy romance novel that you definitely rated 2 stars for plot (and 5 for spice, but no one besides you and the universe needed to know that), and you quirked a brow, biting back a smirk.
Your attention drifted back to the over eager, obviously freshman girls, and you chuckled a little, noticing their smiles had yet to fade. You cleared your throat, indicating they could speak now.
“Sorry,” Glasses girl started, “We really are so sorry. We just wanted to know if there were any tickets left for the author signing next weekend? We know Shawna Lee is going to be here, promoting book three,” She pointed to the book you were still holding, just as you shut it closed.
“Her website is sold out, but we emailed her publicist and we were told we could probably get tickets directly from the store…” Her voice trailed off, and her cheeks began to redden.
You eyed them up and down for a moment, your stare intimidating. You could tell they were a tad bit nervous, though it wasn't your intention to make them so. You were amused more than anything, and judging from the soft, quiet chuckles coming from behind them, so was your uninvited visitor.
“We don't start selling the tickets until Monday morning. First come first serve.” You deadpanned, offering nothing more.
It was then that you finally witnessed the gentle smiles slip off the girls lips, replaced by utter disappointment.
“Oh.” They both spoke in unison.
And you had to admit, the action was not as satisfying as you'd anticipated.
“But…” You continued, watching as hope climbed its way back up their fallen features. “I can set two tickets off to the side for you. If you can pay right now.”
They both cheered. “Yes! Oh my god, yes! I'll literally sell you all my internal organs right now!” Septum ring shouted.
“Calm down. I don't need your organs. Just–”
“Right. Right. Shit, my bad. Of course, right.”
Glasses girl nudged septum ring in the stomach. “Be chill, Zia.”
“Forty dollars. Each.” You finished.
Glasses girl blinked, “But the website said–”
“And I'm saying forty.”
After some shuffling, they agreed to the price, once they realized you weren't planning on budging. They coughed up the cash happily, and trotted out the store hand in hand.
“Wow, you drive a hard bargain, don't you, gorgeous?”
You bit your lip, trying, and failing in your attempt not to grin back at her, “Riri. I didn’t hear you come in.” You cleared your throat.
Her hands played at her sides as she inched closer to the register, slowly placing the romance novel she’d been holding on to the counter. She maintained eye contact with you all the while, on purpose of course, her sole goal being to cause your face to flame.
You had to regrettably admit it was working.
“Yeah, I bet you didn't. You was too busy extorting them freshman girls.”
Your eyes rolled playfully, “Wouldn't call it extortion.”
Riri placed her elbows on the glass countertop, eyes dancing as she held your gaze. “What would you call it then?”
“I’ll Tell You When the Lights Go Down.” You whispered, eyes misted with suggestion.
Riri choked a little on the air, the action causing you to giggle. “You’ll what?” She questioned, curiosity coloring her face.
“Your book.” You let your eyes pan down to the novel she had previously placed before you, reading the title out loud. “I’ll Tell You When the Lights Go Down.”
When you lifted your gaze back up to her, her eyes had melted down to a cool brown, her smile indicating she had been caught, though she harbored no shame about it.
“Right, I uh,” She cleared her throat, “I was gonna buy it…”
You nodded, playing along with her ruse, “Uhuh.”
“Yeah, cause I remember you reading it, and telling me it was like good, n’shit so. I was gon see if you was right.”
You narrowed your eyes, lips pursed as you concealed the smirk threatening to make itself known. “You remember me saying that?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Well, I guess I’ll just ring you up then.”
Riri nodded, “Go ahead. Been dying to read this one.”
You couldn't help but shake your head at her. You grabbed the book, sliding it across the scanner until it beeped. “Thirty twenty five.”
She gasped, “For one book? You're fucking with me, right?”
“Fraid not.” You spun the screen around to show her with a shrug. “It’s a special edition. You didn't see the sticker on the cover when you picked it up? Or the price on the back?”
You lifted the book, pointing out the shiny metallic sticker that read “SPECIAL COLLECTORS EDITION” in bold letters stuck to the front. Then you flipped it over, showing her the price before tax.
Riri Williams was stubbornness personified. She could just admit she had zero intention of buying the book in the first place, that she had no clue the book existed before today, and that she grabbed it because it was the first thing she laid eyes on upon entering the store, but you already knew she wouldn't do that. It went against her very nature—the act would fundamentally damage her psyche.
“Of course I did.” She snapped back, causing you to raise a brow. “I mean, I wouldn’t have brought it up here had I not known the price.”
“I’m sure you wouldn't have.” You smirked.
Riri fished her phone out of her back pocket, tapping the device against the card reader until it chimed, signifying the transaction was completed. You moved to bag her book, handing it to her a little too giddily, and she noted your smugness.
“What you doing later?” She asked, leaning her hip against the counter. She’d slipped effortlessly back into her armor of nonchalance, eyeing you intently.
“Why?”
The shorter girl shrugged, chewing on her lip slightly. “Lemme take you out.”
Your scoff was immediate, her statement coaxing a huff of dry laughter from your throat. “Take me out? Seriously?”
“Why not?” She didn't seem to understand at all why you would meet her foolish suggestion with hostility. You’d be annoyed if she didn't look so fucking sexy right now.
Her skin glowed like honey. She looked soft—smelled sweet. Her mouth taunted you with its fullness, and her curly fro was almost hypnotic the way it swayed ever so slightly each time she turned her head.
Your gaze dropped down to her neck, and the gold jewelry tied around it. You almost cursed under your breath when you noticed the pendant—a shiny letter ‘R.’
She still wore it—the necklace you bought for her birthday. That day felt like forever ago, but your ever-present feelings reminded you that it had not been. Months, more like. Two to be exact.
“You know why, Riri.” You managed to grit out, stepping from behind the counter. You trotted over to the boxes of new releases Jean was supposed to shelf once he returned from his fifteen minute break, which was supposed to be over thirty minutes ago.
She was on your heels, trailing behind you as you maneuvered between the bookshelves. “What? Cause of that nigga? You still with him?”
“You still with Gabrielle?” You shot back, sounding a little more defensive than you should've.
Fuck, you were playing right into her hands, just like she had undoubtedly planned.
“I fucked her once, you know that.”
She flinched when you narrowed your eyes, “Okay, twice.”
Again, you cut your eyes at her, unconvinced.
“Fine! Three times, but that's it, I swear!” She confessed. “I was never with Gabbie. She was just there when you weren't.”
You wheeled the cart of books down another aisle, not even bothering to acknowledge her ramblings.
“Fucking someone is not the same as getting into a whole relationship with someone else.” She whisper-shouted, “With a nigga at that. We ain't even been broken up for more than two minutes.”
You spun to face her, irritation shocking your pupils, “It's been two fucking months, Riri!”
“Same thing.”
“And how long after we broke up did you wait to get your dick wet–”
Jean appeared in the shelves then, stopping you mid question, “Okay, I’m finna head out.” He looked between you and Riri, then back to you, “Unless you need me to stay? Help you close?”
You sighed, “No Jean, you can go. I'm good.”
“You sure? Cause I can–”
“Aye, you ain't heard her when she said she was good?” Riri’s irritation was bursting at the seams.
You looked at him, silently apologizing with your eyes, “I am, good. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
He only nodded, not bothering to say goodbye as he turned to leave. You heard the bell on the door ding, and then a loud thud of the door slamming, rattling the thin walls and rickety book cases in the small store.
You were alone with her now, in the last place you wanted to be.
“Why you always gotta be a fucking asshole to every damn body, Ri? This why I broke up with yo ass in the first fucking place. And you got the nerve to come to my job asking to take me out and shit? Fuck no.”
Your words paralyzed her, frosted her feet to the floor. Her eyes were shifting, darting back and forth at rapid speed like they were having trouble computing. Her pupils were blown wide—far more expressive than you’d ever seen them. It wasn't difficult to identify her hurt. Riri was skilled in many areas, but concealing her emotions would forever be her downfall.
And as much as you cared, as much as you wanted to take her pain away, tell her you didn't mean it, you couldn't. Because pieces of you did mean it. The pieces that were harmed far too many times by her careless actions.
The cart squeaked as you wheeled it away, turning the corner to stock a new row of psychological thrillers, a genre you’d recently gotten familiar with. Ironically, you'd only started reading them after the breakup, needing something far removed from your usual love for fantasy-romance.
You heard the pitter-patter of small feet rounding the corner to meet you where you stood, but you hadn't turned to look at her.
“I– I’m sorry…”
She posed it as a question. Like she wasn't sure if she truly was… sorry. You could tell, from the dampness in her tone, that she wanted to be. Though, you weren't sure her desire to be outweighed her ability.
“I hate that I hurt you. I'm sorry I lied to you.”
You let out an exasperated sigh, “Whatever you say, Riri.”
“Can you just… look at me, please?” Her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence, and you thought maybe, your heart did too.
But you soon remembered, that your shattered heart had not yet mended itself, and that crack you thought you felt had just been the never ending throb you could never outrun when it came to her. It was a warning, from your bruised organ, alerting you to steer clear, resist, do not engage, withstand temptation—all of the above—all at once.
You did not heed. Because her voice cracked a little at the end of her sentence, and so did your defenses.
When you inevitably turned to face Riri, she wore the deepest of frowns, and your immediate thought was to kiss it away, because it did not belong there. You didn't though, and it took everything you had.
You met her gaze, taking in the darkness invading her eyes, the regret occupying the space.
Riri moved closer to you, making you flinch a little when she reached for your hand. You could tell she was biting back a smirk, pleased with your reaction.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” Her fingers wove into yours, and she lifted your entangled arms, slowly guiding you backwards until your shoulders were pressed up against a row of Freida McFadden books. “I need to know how I can make you believe it, baby.”
Air caught in your throat, rendering you breathless as you stared down at her. You groaned a little when she stepped closer, pressing her chest tightly to yours. “I don't think there's any way you can, Ri. Not this time.” You should look away, avert her gaze. You should push her away, kick her out of the store entirely.
But you both knew you wouldn't.
She had you right where she planned to—and you were exactly where you wanted to be.
Riri looked down through the very thin space between you, marveling at your heaving chest, then her eyes climbed back up to your face, and she smirked deviously. “I’m sure I can think of something.” She whispered seductively.
“What are you–”
Before you could respond though, Riri’s mouth was on yours, hot and heavy, kissing you with everything she had. And you reciprocated her fervor without pause, lapping at her tongue and moaning into her every exhale.
“Ri…” You breathed, but she shushed you with her mouth again.
Her fingers traveled down your abdomen, stopping, and hovering over the button on your jeans. She made sure to ask for permission before proceeding, and you nodded enthusiastically, needing to feel her for the first time in forever.
Once your button was undid, and your zipper was pushed down, Riri slipped a warm hand into your pants, cupping your damp heat over your panties. She stroked your clit in the laziest way, intent on making the wet spot on the fabric spread faster.
Her lips enveloped your throat as you squirmed for her. “Mhmm, that's it baby. That feel good, don't it?”
You bobbed your head vigorously, and she chuckled into the crook of your neck. You felt her fingers dip under the waistband of your panties, she tugged it back, and the stretchy fabric snapped against your skin when she let it go, causing you to screech.
“Ouch! Riri, what the fu–”
Two slender digits were buried deep inside you before you could finish. She pumped them steadily, stroking your walls in the way only she knew you liked.
“Sorry baby.” She breathed against your chest with a low giggle, “Let me make it up to you. Let me make you come, please?”
You didn't have words to give, only whines, and whimpers, and she gladly accepted those as she stretched your wet pussy out. “Fuck… I missed this. Missed how wet you get for me.”
Her thumb smoothed over your throbbing clit as she fucked you deep against the creaking shelves. Neither of you cared—you were both chasing one thing—your release.
“I’m sorry I suck so much.” She whispered, sliding her tongue up the column of your throat, making you shudder. “I'm sorry I took you, and this pretty pussy for granted.” Her fingers knocked against your g-spot, and your eyes rolled.
“You're the best thing to ever happen to me, and I hate myself for letting you slip away.”
You moved to slide your pants down below your knees so she could dig further into you, making her grin from ear to ear. “That's my good girl.” She praised.
The once quiet store was now packed to the brim with not only books, but the lewd sounds of Riri fucking you senseless as she begged tirelessly for your forgiveness. Usually, she was the one who made you beg, but this was a shift you could get used to.
Her fingers exited your dripping hole, prompting you to gasp involuntarily. She had fallen to her knees in front of you, sucking sinfully on the sticky mess you left behind on her fingers as she held your stare. “I’m so fucking sorry, gorgeous.”
She ran a thumb through your folds one last time before attaching her lips to your swollen clit.
“Mmm, f-fuck, Ri.”
She swallowed your pussy, licking and lapping everything you gave her, moaning into your flesh each time you twitched. Your fingers found her curls, tugging, as you felt your legs on the precipice of giving out—it was a means to steady yourself—too—because your orgasm was right around the corner.
Riri’s tongue was fucking your hole, and you were crying her name over and over. At some point, you’d managed to prop your quaking leg up on the cart of books, giving her lips better access to your juices as she drank you in.
“God Ri, I’m gonna–”
With one last slurp, she replaced her tongue with her skilled digits once more, peering up at you through half-hooded eyes. “I need you to look at me while you come, baby. Keep those pretty eyes on me.” Her entire face was fucking drenched, and the sight only aided in pushing you closer to the edge.
“Give it to me, gorgeous. Fucking give it to me.” Riri growled, pumping your pussy even faster than before.
“Shitshitshitshitshit!” You were panting, writhing as you continued to climb. “Fuck, Ri, I’m coming!”
Your walls clenched around her fingers, and you screamed her name louder than before, feeling currents of pleasure barrel into you. She fucked your body through the aftershocks as you rode out your high, singing you praises until you floated back down to earth.
You huffed a breath, “Shit.”
With your mouth parted, she seized the opportunity to stuff her used fingers in your mouth for you to suck, and you swirled your tongue around them, nice and slow like you knew she liked.
When she pulled them free, the digits were licked clean. But, she pushed them between her own lips despite that. “Just in case you missed a spot.” She'd said, making you bite your lip as you stared back at her.
“Does that mean you forgive me now?” Riri asked, aiding you in pulling up your panties and jeans.
You tapped your chin, “That depends.”
Once you’d fixed your hair and wiped your mouth, you started back toward the register, with Riri hot on your trail.
“On what?” She raised a brow, visibly impressed by the easy way you shifted back into work mode.
“Whether you actually read that book or not.” You grinned.
Her mouth fell into a hard line as she trailed her gaze over to the novel still sitting on the counter, waiting for her. “This… might actually be more difficult than I thought…”
ᝰ.ᐟ see Riri Williams is naturally avoidant. So when the two of you have issues she tends to get closed off, defensive, etc.
“Okay, okay…I’m cool off this shit.”
“Not gon’ lie I’m tired, baby. I’m going to sleep.”
“No, ma. I don’t wanna talk right now, just gimme some space.”
ᝰ.ᐟ she either gets really dry or irritated when she’s mad.
ᝰ.ᐟ a lot of the time y’all’s texts look like this when the two of you are mid arguments. she starts to clam up, isolate, and she genuinely needs space to think. When she tries to address stuff, her delivery is off.
ᝰ.ᐟ despite how sassy this woman is she hates hates arguing but she also hates losing.
ᝰ.ᐟ riri doesn’t ever go as far as cussing you out or ever arguing with you in public though. She doesn’t call you out your name or like call out your trauma. She petty not cruel.
ᝰ.ᐟ I fear it’s nonchalant central around here.
ᝰ.ᐟ when yall argue, she’s glaring at you and sighing because she’s imagining cussing you out. (She would never but GOD does she want to.)
ᝰ.ᐟ if you’re the type to keep yelling during arguments she actually gets so heated .
“Can you just—, ouuu just relax.”
“You stay yelling.”
ᝰ.ᐟ At first she tries to take the mature route but the minute you start all that shit goes out the window.
“I feel like you not supporting-“
“How am I not support-“
“Baby please, You gon’ let me finish or not?
ᝰ.ᐟ she wants space after a bad argument.
ᝰ.ᐟ the minute you bring up her suit, her being Ironheart or her working in her garage she gets defensive. But she really tries not to because she knows you not coming from a bad place.
ᝰ.ᐟ her mom CAN tell when the two of you have argued because Riri gets so irritable and when she is, she cries and her mother soothes her.
ᝰ.ᐟ really majority of your arguments happen when the pressures of her being a hero and the stuff she doesn’t talk about pile up, this is the PEAK of y’all’s rough patch.
ᝰ.ᐟ while she’s not all to blame, she’s very hyper independent and can be emotionally constipated which is the stem of y’all’s issues on her end.
ᝰ.ᐟ she gets really annoyed when she gets interrupted and she goes on MUTE just to so she doesn’t say anything out of turn and lets you talk.
ᝰ.ᐟ if you’re the type to avoid or gloss over and issue that won’t work either: she NEEDS to know what you meant when you said all the shit you said.
“So earlier when you said all I do is spend time playing with metal scrapes, fuck you mean by that?”
“So you think I waste my time playing dress up with a super suit?”
ᝰ.ᐟ And you realize over time that it’s not throw the shit back in your face it’s because she’s hurt and she’s worried that you undermine her work.
ᝰ.ᐟ because this is genuinely the roughest patch you and her have been through and you and her both agree that a break is needed and it lasts about 3-4 months.
as you stood outside riri's door, you wondered what bullshit gods allowed this to happen. the earlier events of the day wouldn't cease its replay in your head.
how riri walked into the only class you shared late without a care in the world, as if the weight of the world wasn't constantly on her shoulders, as if she didn't miss you. how she held your gaze regardless of the disgust that riddled your face until she got to the row before you, sitting down to flirt with your classmate for the duration of the hour. how your professor refused to change his partner pairings for the project he'd been going on about for the entirety of the semester. how you managed to end up with riri. how after seeing the pairing, riri smirked at you and burned the shape of your figure into her eyes, "stuck with me now huh?"
no part of your body could determine how many minutes had passed of you tapping your feet, doing everything but knocking on the dorm you practically lived in months ago. if you asked yourself then, you wouldn'tve imagined there'd be an ounce of hatred in your body while standing in front of this doorway.
after fighting every bone, you convinced yourself to raise a fist to the wood. but before you could knock on the door, the knob turned, and behind the corridor stood riri.
in that moment, both of you froze. it’d been hours of convincing yourself to not take the F for the assignment and go home, and you didn't think about what would happen after she opened the door. a part of you wanted to punch her, a desire that grew as she barely fought the grin pulling at her lips.
riri didn't know what to do either; people from her hall had been texting her about a girl standing outside her dorm, but she didn't think it was you. when she opened the door, and saw the face she never thought she'd see in her room again, she nearly chuckled to herself. she shouldv'e known. the two of you made plans to meet at her dorm at eight, and frankly, it was all she could think about. but much of her didn't believe you would actually show up.
the girl in front of you leaned on the doorway, fidgeting with her fingers. you watched as she tried to come up with a way to break the ice, her tongue poking her cheek.
"got people thinkin' i'm a hoe or some shit, like i got girls waiting for me outside my crib."
"and you ain't?"
your words cut the air with a coldness unfamiliar to her. she'd seen this side of you, enjoyed this side of you, but never been the recipient. somehow your stament only made the ice thicker, and forced riri to readjust herself, standing straight and unfolding her arms from cross her chest, tucking them in the pockets of the sweatpants that hung far too low on her hips.
her jaw tightened, chewing on words that she deemed inadequate for your ears.
"i thought you knew me better."
"i did too."
your shoulders brushed as you pushed into her dorm, and although riri should've felt offended, your action only elicited excitement out of her: excitement to be with you again, excitement to feel your skin against hers.
the bed sighed with a soft creak when you sat on its edge, your thighs spreading to fill the non-existent gap between your legs.
riri watched you as you walked and sat, slowly closing the door behind her. dragging herself to her desk, she fell into her chair and turned to you as she waited for you to say something.
after painfully long seconds of silence, she decided to speak.
“i ain't think you’d come.”
“you’d fail without me.”
before you showed up at her door, you thought about what not coming would mean for your grade, your pride, for riri. as the lie jumped from your lips, you reflected on the email to your professor sitting in your drafts, pleading to be switched to another partner, but you knew he would never listen, only laugh and tell you to push through it.
riri chuckled, not caring to hold it back. she knew you lied; she ain't never failed no asignment in her life, and your ego wouldn't change that.
“whatever helps you sleep at night. if you wanted to see me just say that, ma.”
before she even finished her statement, your eyes almost fell out their sockets with how hard you rolled them.
“riana, i’m here for a project. don’t start your games cause i’m not playing.”
a small grin pulled at riri's lips
“i don’t play no games, but if you insist.”
the chair spun under her when she stood up. her arms reached the sky as she stretched, and it felt purposeful how her hoodie raised a sinfully perfect amount, exposing her happy trail and navel piercing.
she sighed, releasing the tension from the day that seemed to dissipate with you, and looked forward, surprised to catch you already looking at her. for a moment, her mouth opened to speak. quickly, she shut it again, not wanting to give you an excuse to leave. her grin widened a bit, and she walked over to you.
the second her eyes caught yours, you looked down, scrambling through your bag and pulling out random supplies. riri must've known; known that you were peeking; known that your heart sped up, even if it was by just a few beats.
she stood over you, peering into the bag you dug your face in and drowning you in her scent.
"what'chu got in there?"
scared to look up, you scoffed.
"ain't yo' mama ever tell you to sit down somewhere?"
riri scoffed then, too, and you heard the wheels of her desk chair roll before you.
"riri, i ain't mean over here-"
"where else? this my dorm."
she returned to her resting place on her chair, now directly in front of you.
frustrated, you began to go over what your professor summarized in class and brainstormed ideas for the project. for minutes on end, only you filled the silence, eager to finish this project as fast as you started it. riri's unwavering eyes burned into you, her body and face unmoving for the duration of the time you spoke.
in front of you, riri sat manspread, leaned back and legs open. her hands lie folded in her lap, and her brows were slightly furrowed, befuddled by your calmness. her eyes never let go of you, of your words, of your figure. they tore away at you, ripping you apart and saving every detail for analysis.
"with that being said, we need to calculate and prove the outcomes of 5 theorems and-"
“why you talkin' to me like we ain't fuck on that bed you sittin' on?”
for the first time since entering her dorm, your gaze cut to riri. finally meeting her eyes, the pit in your stomach twisted.
riri's eyes were red and low, presumably from a blunt she smoked before you came. as you got lost in her gaze, a grin cemented itself on her face, notifying you she knew exactly what you were thinking about. she knew you were thinking about the night you rode her with and without the strap. the night she kept her head between your legs until they were jelly. the night she made you watch her, hands tied above your head.
a part of you—a large part—wanted so badly to go back to the nights you spent awake and tangled in each other, blunts ablaze and eyes low; the memories were slowly fading, and riri knew you would do anything to get them back like she was trying her hardest to make you realize your regret.
but you knew riri almost as much as she knew you. you knew how she spent her evenings: stalking you on social media, hunting down whoever you were with and scaring them away. you knew about her efforts to make you jealous and the late nights she spent missing you, texting you on her ‘blocked’ number.
“why you actin like you aint been beggin to fuck me again?”
riri's brows shot up, pleasantly surprised by your confidence.
”i’m not in the mood, riana. im here to get this shit done and go."
"nah," a pause filled the room. "no you not."
your face contorted in confusion.
"fuck you mean 'nah'?" you questioned, "i think i'd know why i came here, ri."
"you know i like my name comin' out your mouth, and you usin it a lot." riri leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, accompanying the movement, and sitting just at the midpoint of her bridge to frame her eyes perfectly. "if you wanted to get this done and go, you would've just emailed me and done this shit on your own. you wanted to see me."
her statement evoked an unnamed part of you swimming in nervousness. it was hard to hide: your flusteredness. your heart picked up speed even more than it did when you saw that sliver of her abs, and your skin began to flush with warmth, getting high from her proximity. you ignored the itch for more of her, and you continued. with a scowl painting your face.
"i thought i told you i wasn't here for your games."
"why did you come then?" she questioned, "cause it damn well wasn't for this project." riri paused just long enough to take a good look at you. her eyes narrowed and scanned your body, picking up on clues and hints you could never find yourself. "and i wanna know why you gettin nervous. i thought you ain't care for me no more?" a grin still sitting her face, she successfully cornered you, and there was no method of escape.
"ri-"
riri's voice dipped, her low tone meeting your ears with a sweetness you'd never acknowledge. "there go my name again. be careful with that, ma."
"or what?" you challenged, "i don't care for you. at all. so don't get shit twisted-"
“why u leanin in then?”
suddenly, you realized the nonexistent distance between your faces. you didn't know what possessed you--frustration, anger, longing. but it was driving you insane, and riri always seemed to know you better than you knew yourself.
