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."
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
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