𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After the abrupt and perilous reunion with Erik in front of your neighbors, you try to take a few moments to prevent yourself from self-destructing. The keyword here being try. No matter how much you want to be alone with your thoughts, Erik has other plans. But your desperation to prove that you aren't the same frightened 'Bunny' from two years ago might just backfire when it has to stand the test of Erik's determination.
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Manipulation, Intimidation, Occasional use of N-Word, and Monster Fuckery. For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below
❥ 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑥 ❥ || || ❥ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥
A/N: 👋🏾Hi, this is me re-warning you all that Erik is both an asshole and an actual supernatural being in this story. Tis the season, so please enjoy the self-indulgent nonsense on my behalf 💕✨
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
Making cupcakes for a block party wasn’t exactly the norm. Though it was relatively nice outside, there was enough humidity to keep the windows shut and the air conditioning on full blast. It was past noon, so things were slowly cooling off. But in your compact, poorly insulated townhouse, having an oven going at nearly four hundred degrees in the summer would make the kitchen warm no matter what temperature you set it on. You’d begun to sweat, but you powered on, pushing your glasses up your nose and staying fully focused on icing cupcakes instead of thinking about him.
It was working. Even though his presence hovered eerily at the fringes of your mind, it was working. You might’ve stowed away in the house for an hour like a coward, but you were calm.
At least somewhat.
You hadn’t really thought about anything. Not since Sarah had come in to give you icing for your impromptu baking session. You could tell she was dying to ask questions, but she kept them to herself the moment she acknowledged the frazzled state you were in.
You declined her offer to stay the night at her place. Both her boys and EJ would be sleeping over at the church after the block party was over. The idea was to end the day with a movie night. However, you weren’t so sure how long the movie-watching would last with all the playing and running around they were doing.
As much as you would’ve loved Sarah’s company, it didn’t sit right in your heart to put her in so much potential danger. You weren’t sure what was going to happen, but that dull, swirling ache in your gut was the only warning you needed to keep your guard up.
You look abruptly up from your work when you hear the creaking spring of the screen door. Thankfully, it’s only Tyler who peeks his head in a few moments later.
A look of relief hangs on his features when he sees your expectant face looking back at him. “Hey, Sweets, Ms. Munroe sent me to check on things…How you holding up?”
summary: riri was off limits. she was your brother's best friend after all, and he'd warned you about her. but rules never really applied to you, never stopped you from doing what, and who you want, anyway.
word count: 7.4k
contents: brother's best friend riri, smut (18+), fingering, oral (riri is a EATER), strap!riri, strap riding, dirty talk, flirting, reader is a tease
note: this was just supposed to be a lil one two with a lil bit of smut, but i been missing riri so bad. fun fact: this is actually me and riri's tape and i'm letting y'all get a taste. i ain't even wanna share this with y'all fr, but you know. anyway, i hope y'all like this. idk why i keep writing riri as a trifling ass best friend but hey, y'all eat it up every time. enjoy! mwah! mwah!
You could always tell when Riri Williams was back in Chicago. The whole city seemed to shift around her, like it had been holding its breath. Especially in your house.
Everything felt louder, more alive. The delicious smell of your mom’s famous jerk chicken and cornbread always floated in the air—Riri’s favorite. But your favorite part was always the sound of your brother Tyzen’s laugh echoing off the walls like music.
You loved seeing him like that. And Riri brought it out of him. You knew how much he missed her when she was away at school, how his other friendships never measured up to his bond with her. They’d been inseparable since they were kids. Like they shared a language only they understood.
You smiled as you reminisced on fond playground memories between the two, memories that weren't your own, but ones you bore witness to. Tyzen and Riri, bonded by scraped knees, shared secrets, and a thousand inside jokes.
But unlike your older brother, you weren’t here to chase nostalgia. No, your plans for the weekend were far less innocent. You were here to collect new memories, souvenirs to tuck away and revisit when the nights got too quiet and Riri was three states away.
With a sly grin, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror, mentally patting yourself on the back for the outfit you put together. The charcoal-grey top clutched your chest like a second skin, particularly the reason you chose it. You’d tugged the zipper down as far as decency—or temptation—allowed, framing your breasts with just enough boldness to dare her to stare. Your nipples peaked against the fabric, shameless and defiant.
The black mini skirt was shorter than it needed to be for a casual night in, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. It sat high on your waist, sculpted to every dip and swell of your body like it was part of the plan. Because indeed it was. The hem danced across your thigh with every shift of your hips, flirtatious and fearless, daring gravity to try its luck. You wouldn't dare pull it down. You wanted it to ride up. You wanted her to look.
One final glance in the mirror, and you stepped out of your room, hips swaying as you strutted down the hallway—bait cast, hook sharpened, and your favorite kind of trouble waiting on the other end.
•••
You heard her before you saw her.
“Ty, you still got that weak-ass jump shot?” Riri questioned, her voice carrying that same mischievous edge you remembered from all the years she spent hanging around your house. It used to annoy you, back when you were younger, when she was just your brother’s best friend. When you didn’t look at her the way you did now.
You pushed open the front door and stepped onto the porch, leaning against the frame as you watched them play in the driveway. The late afternoon sun spilled across the backyard, catching in Riri’s curls as she dribbled the ball low to the ground.
Ty snatched the ball and backed up a few steps, bouncing it lazily like he had all the time in the world. “You talking like I won’t dust your lil ass right now if we was actually playing for real.”
Riri scoffed. “Nigga, you got one move, and that shit barely work.”
Ty laughed, then hit her with something quick, a fake out that had her losing balance. “My one move got yo ass stumbling right now. You better watch them ankles, Ri.”
Riri blinked, then burst out laughing. “Okay, you got it. But try that shit again, and I’m locking yo old ass up.”
You leaned against the patio railing, watching them go at it. They were all elbows, sneakers, and insults. But it worked for their dynamic.
And in the middle of it all, you kept your eyes on Riri, awaiting the moment she finally glanced your way.
You crossed your arms under your chest, pushing your boobs up higher, welcoming your spilling cleavage. Your skirt was riding up some more, and of course you let it, assisted it even.
You were dripping with intent, radiating want like heat off pavement, and you needed Riri to notice.
As if pulled by some unspoken force, her eyes flicked your way. Brief, like an afterthought, until it wasn't. She did a double take, gaze snapping back to you, locking in on your skin, your curves barely covered by your clothes. There was awe there, laced with disbelief, like she was seeing you for the first time and didn’t quite know what to do with it, the game with your brother no longer holding her attention.
You had her. Hook, line, and wide open stare.
You didn't even bother hiding your smirk. Why would you? You were dressed for the role you wanted, now it was time to play it. And by the look in Riri’s eyes, she was already right where you needed her.
“Well, damn,” She muttered, low. Almost too quiet to catch.
But you caught it. You saw the way her mouth twitched into an intrigued smirk before Ty stepped into her line of sight and launched the ball dead at her chest. “Hell nah. Don't even think about it.”
“Whatchu mean?” Riri retorted, feigning confusion. Her eyes never left you, their glare refusing to let you exhale.
You watched Ty narrow his eyes, a warning flashing across his face, dead serious and in protective older brother mode. “Think I don’t see the way you eyeing my baby sister? I know you, Ri. And I’m telling you no. Fuck no. You not starting nothing with her.”
“Starting what?” Riri lifted a shoulder, all casual, amusement coating her words like this was all funny to her. “I’m just saying hi.”
She lifted her hand in a short wave, eyes glued to yours. And you waved back, slower, bolder—your gaze drifting down the length of her fingers.
Yeah… those fingers would do just fine.
You bit your lip, unable to suppress your ever-growing grin. Your cheeks burned hot, boiling in fervor. Thrill thrummed through your veins like static, alive and buzzing as you drank in the image of Riri. You didn’t even pretend to look away. You let her know exactly where you stood: opposite of everything Tyzen was saying.
You wanted her to start something.
Needed it like air.
•••
She didn’t look at you again for the next five minutes, not until you arched a brow in her direction, then turned on your heel and sauntered back toward the house. You knew exactly what you were doing. Knew your ass was practically begging for attention beneath that skirt, and knew Riri wouldn’t be able to ignore the invitation written in every step you took.
By the time you were clicking the door shut behind you, you caught the nonchalant tone in her voice as she muttered something to Ty about needing to call her mom.
A weak excuse. But you didn’t care.
Whatever got her inside.
Once you were inside, the house felt still. Cool air, dim light, and that quiet hum of anticipation settled into your bones. You took your time on the couch, legs tucked just right, your glass of lemonade perched between your fingers like a prop you knew exactly how to use.
And Riri was right on your heels.
Her sneakers padded lightly over the wood floors as she walked in, slower now, like she was stalling for something she hadn’t the chance to admit to herself yet. She didn’t notice you at first, just moved straight into the kitchen like she knew the layout by heart, because she did. She grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and leaned against the counter while she pulled out her phone.
You listened quietly as her voice lifted.
“Yeah, Ma… I’m still here. Probably for another hour, maybe two… yeah, I’ll be back in time. Promise.”
A pause, then a short laugh. “No, I’m not getting into anything. Just chillin.”
She hung up, set her phone on the counter, and let her weight shift against the kitchen island. That’s when her eyes finally landed on you, traveling up the length of your legs, all the way up your exposed skin until you two were staring at each other.
And just like that, the smirk was back.
You took a sip from your lemonade, straw between your lips as you held her gaze.
“Thought that lil line about calling your mom was a weak ass excuse to come see me,” You said, your voice smooth, head tilted slightly as you played with the straw. “But I respect it. Not lying on your moms like that.”
Riri didn’t take the bait—not directly.
Instead, she stepped a little closer, cocking her head, gold chain catching in the low light. “When you start dressing like that?”
You crossed your legs, your skirt shifting just enough. “I only dress like this when I know who’s coming over.”
Her lips parted like she had something smart to say, but all she managed was a quiet, “You tryna get me in trouble?”
Your smile didn’t waver, it spread wider. “What if I am?”
The air stretched between you like a balloon threatening to pop. You could tell Riri wanted to say something reckless—do something worse…
Then the front door opened, and the balloon deflated, exhaling all the tension back into the air before returning to its original, boring shape.
Ty walked in, his expression already suspicious. He took one look at Riri, then at you, then back at Riri again before dropping onto the couch beside you like a man with a mission.
“Y’all real quiet in here,” he said slowly, settling in way too comfortably. “I ain't interrupting anything am I?”
You kept your face blank, and took another sip.
Riri just shook her head, that smirk now tucked behind her teeth as she crept over to the couch, dropping down on the other side of you. Her thigh brushed yours—unintentional on the surface—but she didn’t move away.
“Nah,” She hummed, grabbing the remote and flipping on the Bulls game, already halfway through. “Just got off the phone with Ma. We got dinner plans later, so y’all only got me for like another hour.”
She said it like it was nothing, eyes glued to the screen, but her body leaned ever so slightly in your direction, like gravity was playing favorites. And you could feel the warmth of her skin where it pressed into yours, barely there but impossible to ignore.
You sat in silence between them, enduring their cheers, screams, and over the top commentary through the last two quarters of the game. Normally, you would’ve dipped out, shut yourself in your room, ignored their loud ass shenanigans. But not today.
Sitting next to Riri was part of the plan. Letting her thigh brush against yours, her palm rest on your bare skin when Tyzen was too caught up in the game to notice, that was the game you were watching.
The corners of your lips curled as her fingers crept higher, slow and shameless, inching closer to the heat between your legs. She hovered there, teasing, always on the edge of something more. Never quite touching, until the final buzzer sounded and the Bulls took the win.
Tyzen jumped up with a shout, arms thrown in the air. And in that moment, Riri slipped two fingers beneath your skirt, rubbing them against the soaked fabric of your panties. Brief, yet firm, just enough for you to become acquainted with the feeling.
It took everything in you not to cry out. Your breath lodged hard in your throat, thighs twitching, nerves stinging. And she knew it. She didn’t even look your way. Riri kept her eyes on the screen like nothing happened, save for the smug little grin tugging at the corner of her lips.
Your heart was racing. Your plan was working like magic. Minimal effort, maximum effect, and you silently thanked whoever made Riri so damn easy to tempt.
You leaned back, watching as your brother walked her to the door, dapped her up, and exchanged their usual “see you laters.” But her focus wasn’t on him.
It was on you.
And of course, you gave her something to look at, letting your legs fall open so she could witness the growing wet stain on the fabric of your lacy panties. You held the pose for a beat, long enough to see her lick her lips before turning back to Ty, who still had his back to you.
“Aight, Ty. Ima see you,” She said, pulling him into a quick hug before heading out.
“Don’t be a stranger, Ri,” You called after her, all flirtation, sugar sweet and dripping with suggestion.
She didn’t respond, but you caught the shake of her shoulders on the way out as she laughed to herself.
Ty shut the door, then turned to you with that big brother face that said he knew something was up. And he wasn’t happy.
“I’m warning you right the fuck now,” He began, dead serious. “Whatever ideas you got that involve Riri, get that shit out your head. She’s family. Y’all better dead that shit. I’m not fucking playing.”
“I’m not fucking playing,” You mocked under your breath, rolling your eyes as you stood. “Go to hell, Tyzen.”
Like hell you were gonna listen. He should’ve known better than to waste his breath on you.
You sauntered off to your room, smug and satisfied, heat still pulsing between your legs, and Riri’s touch still lingering like a secret written on your skin.
•••
It was nearly 1 a.m., and sleep wasn’t even pretending to come.
You’d flipped your pillow three times, kicked off the blanket, dragged it back over your legs, rolled to one side, then the other. But the heat under your skin had nothing to do with the room. It was her. Still. Riri’s hands, her smirk, the way her fingers had pressed into you, melding with your wetness like they were supposed to be there. That shit was stuck on replay in your mind, similar to broken record, looping over and over, and over again.
You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, screen lighting up your face in the dark, and stared at it for a few seconds before typing out the first thing that came to mind.
You: ty ain’t home
Simple. To the point. You knew what it meant. And so would she.
Then you waited. And waited.
Forty-five damn minutes passed. Long enough for you to talk yourself out of it twice, then back into it a third time. You tossed your phone onto the mattress with a groan, only to snatch it up the second it buzzed.
Riri: where he at?
You rolled your eyes, already feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward.
You: with his bm
Riri: oh aight
That was it. No follow-up. Just those two words and radio silence like she didn’t know exactly what the hell you were trying to say.
You tapped back into the chat and reacted to your original message with a little exclamation point. Emphasis, bitch. You knew she saw it.
A minute later:
Riri: okay, he ain’t home. what that mean? lol
You narrowed your eyes at your screen, giggling under your breath even though you were annoyed. She was being so irritating on purpose, and it was almost cute. Almost.
You took a deep breath, chewing your bottom lip before finally typing:
You: it means come over dummy🙄
There was a beat. Then her reply came in, slow, like a smirk in text form.
Riri: what i’m coming over for?
Oh, she knew. She knew and she was dragging it out, sucking every bit of patience you had straight to the surface.
You sat up, head falling back to your headboard with a groan, but you were grinning now, fully wrapped in her little game.
You: what other reason would i have to text you at damn near 2 in the morning? riri stop playing with me.
Another pause.
Riri: you was playing with me earlier. what, i don’t get a turn?
Your stomach fluttered.
She was still teasing, but her tone had shifted, something a little deeper in it now, something real. You could feel the change through the screen.
You: come over then. i promise you’ll get your turn.
You hit send and stared at the message, nerves and excitement warring in your bosom. The silence that followed was louder than anything. You laid back, phone on your chest, heart thudding.
She was coming, no confirmation text necessary.
•••
About fifteen minutes later, your phone lit up with a single text:
Riri: outside.
That was all it took.
You damn near flew down the stairs, bare feet silent on the wood. You’d done away with the oversized T-shirt you fell asleep in, swapping it out, instead, for something silkier, sexier—your short, satin nightgown. The material moved against your body like it had a motive. You didn’t throw it on for comfort.
This was bait.
You paused at the door, hand on the knob, imitating the tact needed to play it cool. Then you cracked it open.
The night air rolled over your skin, making your curls dance as the door swung wide. And there she was.
Riri stood just outside, one hand buried in the pockets of her grey sweats, the other gripping her backpack, holding it in place on her muscular shoulder. That black tank stretched across her chest in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. Her gold chain glistened, the little “R” pendant resting right at her collarbone. She looked comfortable, casual, too casual for someone making this many waves in your system.
Her eyes dragged down your body languidly, stopping and lingering over everything you had exposed to her.
“Damn,” She said, that smirk creeping onto her lips. “You don’t leave nothing up to the imagination, do you?”
You raised a brow. “And yet somehow you still standing there imagining shit.”
That remark made her laugh, and you rolled your eyes. “This whole situation amusing you, huh?”
“Lil bit, yeah,” She said, not bothering to deny it. “You gon invite me in or…?”
“In a minute,” you murmured, leaning into the doorframe, voice lazy and sweet. “Need some time to remember what you look like before...”
She huffed a laugh, eyes dancing. You saw the way her fingers twitched in her pockets like she was resisting the urge to reach for you already. That cocky patience of hers was barely holding.
You gave her a slow once-over, letting your gaze linger unapologetically. “Sweats and a tank, huh? That’s what you wear to your 2 a.m. booty calls?”
Her brows lifted. “That what this is?”
“You showed up, didn’t you?”
“Who says I wasn't already on the way over? Maybe I had to handle something for your brother.”
“Mhmm,” You said, drawing the sound out. “And maybe I'm just wearing this because I ran out of clean laundry.”
She laughed again, scratching her nose a little. “You so full of shit.”
“Just like you, boo.”
That made her smile for real, and you stepped aside to let her in. You held out your hand, fingers open.
Riri didn’t hesitate, she just slid her hand into yours like it belonged there.
And without another word, you turned, leading her up the stairs, hips swaying, entrancing the shorter girl with every stride. Her hand stayed in yours the whole way, grip firm.
She was still smiling when you pushed open your bedroom door, and she stepped through, eyes dark and knowing.
•••
Your bedside lamp casted a gentle glow over the room, accentuating your shadow and Riri’s as you walked into the space.
She stepped inside behind you, locking the door with a quiet finality. Riri dropped her backpack onto the chair in the corner without a word, turning to look around your space like she hadn’t been in your room a thousand times before.
But this wasn’t the same room anymore. Not tonight.
You leaned against your dresser, arms folded just under your chest, nightgown sliding dangerously high up your thigh. You watched her as she stood there, hands in her pockets again like that could somehow keep her grounded.
“What’s in the bag, Ri?” You asked, voice dripping with mischief, head tilted in curiosity. You already had a feeling. And judging by the flicker of a smirk on her face, she knew you knew.
She hadn't answered right away, just looked over at you with that slow-burning kind of gaze that fried a hole through your skin.
And in true Riri fashion, she deflected, wandering toward your bed like she owned the place. “What would Ty think if he knew his little sister was texting me in the middle of the night like that? Using the fact that he with his kid to get me over here?”
You laughed under your breath, “I look like I give a fuck what Tyzen think?”
“No. You don't.” Riri sat down at the edge of your bed, legs spread slightly, arms resting on her knees like she was holding back. Her eyes dipped to the hem of your gown again, lingered, then snapped back to your face. “So what, you just couldn’t sleep?”
You walked towards her. Slowly, every step intentional. “Couldn’t sleep,” You echoed, standing between her knees now, letting her fingers skim your silky nightgown. “Had a lot on my mind.”
Riri looked up at you, her breath cracking just slightly. “Oh yeah?”
You nodded, letting your fingers trail lightly across her shoulder, then down her chest, just grazing that damn chain.
“Like what?”
“You.” You blew it jaggedly, the answer to her question full of air and unrelenting lust. “You were on my mind, Ri.”
The silence between you stretched again, electric and tightly wound. Her hands twitched where they rested on her thighs. She was barely holding on, and so were you.
Riri reached for you, wrapped a hot palm around the expanse of your thigh, pulling you closer with a famished grunt. “I need to know you're sure about this. Need you to know what you're starting.”
“Oh, I know what I’m starting, Ri,” You purred, letting your digits tangle in her thick curls. You yanked her neck back, your force rough and unapologetic, causing her to wince beneath you. “Question is… do you know what you’ve started? That you're not leaving this room until I’m done with you?”
That yanked another breathy grunt from her throat. Not really a laugh. Not quite a moan. But something that let you know she felt your words all the way through.
“Been thinking about you all day,” She admitted, finally, the words soft but heavy, like they cost her something to say. “Since earlier… since before earlier.
Her slender digits were traveling up your inner thigh now, like your core was calling them home, drawing them closer and closer like a magnet. “Thinking bout all that ass you been flashing me,”
“This pussy…” Eager fingertips found your soaked crotch, your wetness coating Riri’s hand. She began rubbing slow circles into your budding clit, coaxing a few rapid moans from between your parted lips. “Fuck. I should’ve known your nasty ass wouldn't have any panties on up under here.”
This time she did moan, and fuck was the desperate little noise glorious. “I been trying to be good, but damn, you make it so fucking hard, bruh.”
“Funny,” You tilted your head, mouth curling. “I been thinking something similar for the past five months you been gone. Except, I never planned to be good, never wanted to.”
You shoved her hard, making sure she landed smack dab in the middle of your mattress before straddling her hips. In a swift, skilled motion, you peeled your nightgown off, discarding it somewhere to the side, not caring. What you cared about was the girl trapped underneath you, practically drooling as she stared up at your naked figure.
“Jesus Christ…” Riri exhaled, forcing you to taste the hunger she breathed into the air.
You giggled, leaning down to drag your tongue up the length of her throat. Then you nibbled on her earlobe, lips brushing the shell of it as you whispered, “You were too fucking easy.”
Riri’s hands gripped your bare ass, fingers digging in as she bucked her hips up into you, her clothed crotch pressing right where you needed it. “I was easy? You were the one prancing around the house in that thong you insist on calling a skirt.”
“You folded during a Bulls game.” You quipped, eyes glittering.
She smacked your ass hard enough to make you screech. “You had your legs open.”
“You had your fingers under my skirt.”
You were grinning down at her now, still perched in her lap, shamelessly grinding against her, chasing friction like your life depended on it. “This little tit for tat we got going is hot and all, but we both know why I called you over here. I need to be fucked, Ri. Now.”
“So demanding,” She smiled deviously. “And vulgar too. Just like a nasty little slut..” She pulled you down, kissing you then, slow at first, but there was no tiptoeing now. No guessing. Just mouths parting, hands moving, heat rising between you like a fire finally fed. Your hands found her hair as her grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, closer, like the space between you was never meant to exist in the first place.
You were the one to break the kiss, breathless, your hands tugging at the fabric still separating you. Riri was still fully dressed, and it was starting to piss you off. “Take this shit off.”
“Get off me and I will.”
You rolled your eyes, but obliged. The two of you switched positions, and you gawked from below as Riri ridded her body of every article of clothing, including her briefs. Immediately, your gaze dropped to her pussy. Neatly trimmed and calling your name, beckoning you near.
You hadn't even noticed you were reaching for her until Riri stopped you. “Not yet.”
Her refusal caused you to groan.
“You never been told no before?” She chuckled, eyes gleaming as she hovered over you, clearly amused.
You stared up at her, deadpan, wearing a face that screamed what the fuck do you think?
Riri only shook her head, moving to kiss your neck and you whimpered. Her lips traced a path down your throat, over your collarbone, dragging heat in their wake. It was deliberate. Reverent. She was finally taking what she’d been eyeing all night.
You arched under her touch, skin prickling as the cool air met warm flesh. Her mouth followed, and when it closed around your right nipple, your breath caught hard, hips bucking up into nothing, a quiet moan slipping out before you could stop it.
“You getting shy on me baby?” She teased, returning to suckle your left breast next.
You slid your fingers into her hair, tugging harshly, just enough to make her exhale against your skin. “I don’t even know what that word means.”
“Reckless girl…” Riri muttered, eyeing you with menacing intent.
You laughed, but it melted fast when her hand slipped between your legs, sliding over your throbbing, attention starved clit. “Riri… please.”
She hissed, “Damn baby, you wet as fuck…”
The wonder in her voice served as motivation, “Yeah, no shit,” You spat, already breathless, already unraveling. “You took forever.”
Riri didn't reward you with a worded response, instead, she let her digits do the talking. Her middle finger ran up the length of your wet folds, rousing, hovering at your crying entrance before sinking in, deep.
A whine sprung free, loud and reverberating, and you thanked the heavens your mother was a heavy sleeper. Riri’s slow strokes were plucked straight from your dreams, a thing you'd imagined, but never thought you'd get the chance to live. She let her fingers slip through you, slow and firm and devastatingly good. You were moaning, a mess splayed out beneath her. Your hips lifted off the bed, reaching for more.
Her thumb circled your swollen nub, her fingers slipped in and out of your soaked cunt, and the pressure built fast, like your body had been holding this tension for days instead of hours.
You were abusing Riri’s curls, pulling and fisting every strand as you felt your climax build in your deepest depths.
“Riri… right t-there! Don't fucking stop! Don't!”
She didn't. If anything, she got more focused, her eyes locked on your face like she wanted to watch the moment you fell apart for her. “This all I needed to do to get yo ass to act right? Hmm?”
You didn't respond because you couldn't.
She smiled, “You look so fucking good right now baby, all stuffed with my fingers,” She pulled them out momentarily, eyes transfixed on the way your slick coated the digits. “Sound good too. So loud for me, so messy.”
Riri splashed around in your sopping cunt, coaxing your orgasm nearer and nearer with her rapid thrusts and sinful words. You would say she didn't know what she was doing to you, but she did, wholeheartedly. And you knew she'd keep going, keep fucking you hard and deep until you were weeping, and begging her to stop.
“Wonder if you taste as good as you look.”
You hummed, plastering a dazed smile across your mouth, “You know I fucking do.”
“So mouthy, baby,” Riri whispered, her wet lips traveling the length of your abdomen, making their way down, down, down. “Can't wait to shut you up again with my tongue.”
Your breathing was already ragged, your legs already twitching as her mouth ghosted lower, teasing just above where you needed her most. Her wet hands pushed your legs apart, spreading them with no hesitation. You watched her eyes roll the moment she heard a soft squish erupt from your wet pussy as your thighs separated for her, felt her breathy moan kiss your sweaty flesh as she moved her mouth closer to your heaving cunt.
You tried to say something smart, another slick comment, another jab, but the words got caught in the back of your throat the second her tongue flicked out, attacking your clit with haste.
All at once, your sass collapsed into a gasp, your hand flying up to grab onto something, anything, needing something to anchor you in this moment. But Riri didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t let you settle, she kept going, kept tasting you like she had all night and nothing else to do.
Riri’s mouth attacked your aching pussy, latching on to your clit, breathing you in like a woman drowning, and starved for oxygen. She slurped and sucked, drinking all of your juices as you thrashed above her.
She paused for half a second, lips slick, eyes gleaming. “Still got something to say?”
You wanted to smack her, just a little. Just to remind her who she was dealing with. But violence would have to wait.
She was making you feel too good. Your orgasm was clawing its way up, hot and heavy, and there was no stopping it now.
The wet sounds of her tongue lapping you up, her hungry growls vibrating against your skin. It was all so obscene, and it was everything. Riri wasn’t just trying to make you come. She was consuming you, like she needed you to live.
And fuck, she was getting off on it too.
You could feel it in the way her hands trembled, in how she rutted subtly against the mattress with every moan that tore out of your throat. This wasn’t just about you. The way your voice broke on her name, the way your body writhed under her mouth, it was all pushing her to the edge, too.
If the tension in her frame meant anything, Riri was going to come right along with you.
And fuck, that thought alone almost finished you.
“Ri, baby, I’m close. S-So close…” You whined, fucking her face with your slippery cunt.
And she didn't shy away. Riri quenched her thirst with pools of your slick juices, suckling harder on your sore little nub, trying to bring you closer. “Me too baby. Come in my mouth, make me take that shit.”
You howled, the sound dragged raw from the pit of your stomach as your vision blurred, then vanished completely, eyes rolling back, going white with the force of it. You couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. All you could do was feel.
And fuck, did you feel it.
Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, relentless and overwhelming, tearing through your senses like a storm. Your toes curled, locked in place, your body trembling as you rode it out, desperate to hold onto the high for as long as possible. You didn’t want it to end. You weren’t ready to let it go.
You were gone, so out of it that you didn’t even realize Riri was coming too, twitching between your thighs as her own orgasm sucked her under. But she’d come up before you had. And now, she was murmuring something low, lips brushing your inner thigh, her hand smoothing over your stomach like she was trying to coax you back to earth.
Trying to remind you you were still here.
Still hers.
“Baby? You good?” Her voice was muffled, faint in your ringing ears, but you heard it.
You managed a weak nod, barely able to make out her drenched face through your blurred vision, and she chuckled.
“You never squirted like that before, huh?” She sounded confident in her accusation, and you wanted to slap that smug smirk right off her face.
But she was right, and you let her know, “No… f-first time…”
“I can tell. I never came from just eating pussy either. Guess we both got firsts tonight.”
You grinned wide, finally able to take in just how soaked her face really was, like she’d laid there and let you waterboard her on purpose. She looked satisfied as hell, licking her lips slowly, chest jumping as she tried to catch her breath.
You smirked, voice syrupy and bold. “Don’t tell me you a one-nut wonder, Ri. That’d be… disappointing.”
Riri huffed a little laugh, shaking her head as she peered down at you, wonder stricken by your tenacity. “You really think that?”
You shrugged, smirk still sitting pretty on your lips. You weren’t backing down.
Your gaze followed her lazily as she stepped off the bed, sauntering toward the chair where she’d dropped her backpack earlier. Her eyes were glinting, mischief written all over her face as she picked it up and walked it back over to you.
“Still wanna know what I got in here?” Riri asked, voice steeped in trouble.
Your laugh was one you could not swallow, it’s intensity causing you to topple over into your mattress, cheeks blazing, and your stomach bubbling with excitement.
Your laugh broke out before you could stop it, loud and bright, your the quiet room. You collapsed back into your pillows, cheeks flushed, stomach flipping with anticipation.
You already knew you were in for it.
You couldn’t fucking wait.
•••
“Knew you’d be tight, but god f-fucking damn, b-baby…”
You were on top of her, riding her specialty strap like there was no tomorrow. Your thighs were burning, a thick, sticky ring of cum already gathered at the base of the toy, but you refused to relent. The stretch was too good, the girthy member spreading your walls wide as you took her, over and over again at your own pace.
Of course Riri wasn’t helping. She just gripped your hips, holding you there, letting you do all the work while her eyes dragged over your body, half-lidded but locked in. Watching you bounce on her dick like she was committing it to memory. Like the show was just for her.
You hated how much that turned you on. Hated how smug she looked, how languid her touch was, like she knew you’d ride her regardless. And she wasn’t wrong.
So you’d given yourself a new mission: Break her chill exterior and make her lose it completely. Make her beg for release just like you had.
And judging by the way her grip on your waist kept tightening… maybe you were getting close.
“Yeah? My pussy feel good wrapped around that big dick, don't it, Ri?” You flipped your hair to the side, eyes penetrating her soul as you grinded down harder, more fervent than before.
Shit this was good. No, it was fucking fantastic. Your third orgasm was clawing its way out, so close you could taste its flavor all over your tongue.
Riri was a mess beneath you, whimpering louder than you now. Her thumbs dug into your lower back, leaving heat in their wake as she clung to you. She was rutting up into you, her thrusts syncing perfectly with your relentless grind. The both of you were chasing the same wild and wordless sensation.
“Shit, y-yeah. Too damn good. Fin- Finna bust in this pretty pussy baby… mmm.”
That declaration made you clench around her, strangling her dick with your gushing, wet walls. But Riri fucked up into you anyway, working against your restriction. God, you could combust right here, right now.
“Play with your titties for me.” Her voice was a rasp that hardly existed.
You obeyed without reluctance, lifting your palms from her damp abdomen to tug on your puffy nipples. You groaned immediately at the contact, hips jerking forward on Riri’s pelvis. You were dripping now, clenching tighter with every movement as you climbed toward something holy, chasing relief like it owed you salvation.
“Baby… I’m finna come, finna come inside baby shit…” She was delirious, “Keep showing off for me. Please, please, please don't stop.”
You couldn't help the way your lips flicked. God this girl was soo easy to test. But you loved it. You continued fondling your breasts and tweaking your nipples, moaning all the while. Your attentive buds had always been so extra sensitive.
“You wanna come in me?” You picked up your pace, fully aware of how close she was to the edge. Your well-used cunt clenched in anticipation, eager to welcome every drop of what she was about to give you.
“Mhmm! Wan– Wanna–”
You leaned forward, cradling her sweaty throat in your palm… and squeezed. “Beg for it.”
Defiance flared in her eyes, and you could tell Riri wanted to rebut, but the way you held her neck in your grip barred any chance of that happening.
And she had no choice but to adhere.
“Let me come in this tight pussy, ma. I’m begging you. Let me fill your hole up, please. I need to fuck it back into you when it starts to spill out… baby… I-I, I need– please...”
Blubbering and pathetic. Just how you liked your women.
You smirked, you knew it would take nothing to tip her over now. She was practically crying as she struggled to hold it in.
But you weren't quite done with her yet.
You were slamming down onto her dick, hard and rough like you like it, strangling her, restricting her airway as you edged yourself again and again.
And then you let her go, allowing her to take her first breath of air in minutes, before whispering, “Fuck me from the back and nut in me, Ri.”
Riri didn’t need to be told twice. In seconds, she had you flipped onto your stomach, her grip firm and unrelenting as she manhandled you into place, your face buried in the pillows, the scent of your own skin and sweat surrounding you, hips yanked up until your ass was arched and begging.
“Shit…” She hissed, reacclimating her strap to the warmth of your hole.
You barely had time to catch your breath before she started moving, like she knew the exact angle that would have you clenching the sheets and biting down on a moan. “Fuck me Ri, fuck meeee… ju-st like th-at!”
“Like this, ma? This how you wanted it?”
You whined agreement, knees beginning to buckle.
“You not giving up on me yet, right baby? We not done.”
Riri slammed into you, once, twice, three times before you felt her hot seed settle into your entrance, warming your body all over. But she didn't stop fucking her mess deep into you.
Your orgasm followed just seconds after hers. Quicker than the last, but slower in how it bloomed through you. It rolled over every nerve ending like it was dragged by gravity, heavy and hot, stretching the moment into something endless. Your limbs went limp, and for a second, it felt like time cracked open and spilled out.
“Wish you could see how fucking messy you are right now, you're dripping.” She was still gliding in and out of you, like she physically could not stop—she couldn't let your pussy go. “So filthy.”
You gasped, too fucked out to stop her, not really wanting her to stop anyway. “Fuck it back into me, Ri. Make me take it.”
You didn't need to see her face to know she wore her signature smirk on her mouth, already granting your request without a sliver of hesitation. “God baby, you look so pretty when you full… need to keep you like this. Full of me. Full of you. Shit…”
•••
Minutes passed, maybe hours. You couldn’t really tell. Somehow, you were waking, eyes breaking open from what felt like the deepest sleep. Your limbs were heavy, your body sore in the best, most sinful way. You were warm, wrapped in sheets and skin, the faintest scent of sex still lingered in the air.
“Hey, sleepyhead.”
Riri’s voice drifted over you like a hug you didn’t ask for, but most certainly needed after the shit she put you through. You smiled without thinking, full grin, lazy and genuine.
She didn’t let it slide.
“Not you grinning when you hear my voice. Ego boost.”
“Girl, shut the hell up.” You giggled, turning your face toward her, cheek pressed into the pillow.
“You sleep okay?”
“Mhmm.”
She was already watching you, one hand kneading your ass like she wasn’t yet finished with you. Like she’d never be done. But the suggestion in her eyes was quiet now. She looked thoughtful. And a little hesitant.
“So,” She started, fingers still moving, “Not to
bombard you with the ‘what are we’ question, but…”
You blinked at her, fully awake now. “You say as you bombard me with the ‘what are we’ question.”
“I just wanna know what this means for us. You telling me you wouldn't wanna know what we are after the way we just fucked?”
“Riri–” You began, but she cut you off.
“And I don’t wanna lie to Ty,” She added, a little quieter. “He’s my best friend. You know how it is. But I’m not gonna act like this didn’t happen. Or like I don’t want it to happen again. I want it to keep happening.”
You rolled onto your side, facing her completely. “You think I regret this?”
Riri shrugged, but there was something vulnerable in the way she avoided your eyes. “You always been good at acting like shit don't phase you, so.”
“Only when it’s shit I don’t want,” You said simply. “And I want this, I want you. We’ll just... deal with Tyzen when the sun comes up.”
That got her to smile again. Not cocky this time. Just soft. Real.
You leaned in and kissed her, slow and steady, with none of the urgency from earlier. It wasn’t about wanting. It was about having.
And when you both finally pulled away, bodies entangled beneath the covers, you let the silence hold you for once.
No teasing. No biting. No banter.
Just the two of you, breathing in sync.
Sleep found you like that—arms wrapped around each other, legs locked, your satisfied grin still tucked into her collarbone.
I cannot stop thinking about the fact that Dominique Thorne literally debuted into the Marvel universe, only to miss the premiere of BPWF because they made her go straight into filming IronHeart, ONLY for her character to be slandered before even having the chance to be seen in her own show! That’s a lot to carry and definitely unfair. Ima rep Riri Williams the hardest, not only because the character is fucking awesome, but because the person who offered her vessel for that character executed the role very well and still managed to handle the slander on her own with grace.
Namor with Shuri is objectively not "romanticized abuse" for two simple facts.
1. they did not have a personal, domestic relationship violence between them.
2. it was under the flag of war (impersonal). It was politics.
While we are at it, this is what the creatives said about their scenes in Talokan! No "manipulation" or "using" Shuri here as claimed. I recommend consulting the actual creators (credible firsthand sources) who know what the hell they are talking about instead of an opinionated fan article.
If you call Namor Shuri's "abuser" or deem shipping them "romanticized abuse," you don't know what abuse is. You are not only being disingenous, but misunderstanding-weaponizing terms and taking away the gravity of them. All over shipping.
Namor did not "abuse" Shuri or is her "abuser," but his actions did hurt Shuri. Regardless if he meant it personally or not. Regardless of his "reasons" or it being war, he still was wrong and caused mass destruction resulting in too much casualties. He also should atone. That is a point worth discussing.
Rather than, you know — spreading harmful misinformation or misconstruing what abuse is and shitting on the narrative of Wakanda Forever (because you don't like a ship or want anyone else to like it)... You can just be normal and say you don't like the ship because of valid reasons such as he killed her mom and waged war against her nation (for starters).
More about Namor's character you people love to butcher (yet you claim to love and have "media literacy"):
AN; this is lowkey an old scrap i abandoned it's veryyy short unfortunatelyyy
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ᨖ - before you two got married, she constantly reminded you that you two would be.
"i dunno, i just feel like im outgrowing my apartment."
"when you're my wife, you can just move into the palace with me."
"this is a nice ring!"
"i've got a ring for you."
"shuri can we-"
"get married? well yes."
ᨖ - on your wedding day she cried. a lot. like, as soon as she finished her vows, she broke down.
to be fair, she knew from the moment you two first kissed, you'd be her person. she'd been waiting for you for 5 years. yes she was esteemed royalty of a global superpower, meaning she practically had it all, however, finally getting to marry the girl of her dreams meant she truly had her everything.
ᨖ - after 2 years of marriage, you were sick of your apartment. she offered you countless times to move to wakanda and into the palace. it was wildly tempting. you'd been before, and you loved it. the walls, floors, and ceilings were clad in vibranium and gold and several other precious elements you weren't smart enough to make out, and it was huge. maybe even too huge, you thought.
maybe too huge to start your own life like you dreamed of. too huge to humbly raise a child in. and shuri understood.
so she bought you a house, careful not to spend too much (though you know she had the money).
ᨖ - the topic of children came up quite a bit as you two grew together.
"what would we name him?"
"why does it have to be a him?"
she rolled her eyes and grinned. "what would we name it?"
"it?"
"Nkosazana, please."
truth be told, you didn't wanna carry shit, especially if it wasn't shuri's.
so, you two adopted a beautiful baby girl.
ᨖ - it was love at first sight for shuri. from the second she held your baby girl, even before it was decided, that was her daughter.
she cried when you two brought her home, she cried buying diapers and binkies, she cried watching you hold her. she was so passionately in love with the life she was creating with you.
ᨖ - she hated being separated from her girls. there were times when she had to go home to wakanda, and she would spend any sliver of free time she had to facetime you, to see her family.
"how's home? we miss you!"
"i miss you more, love. where is the baby?"
ᨖ - when baby girl started school, she dropped her off in the talon fighter on her first day. every first day after that, she did the same.
you were opposed at first; you wanted a normal life for your daughter. you wanted a normal life period. but you can't have that when you're married to shuri udaku.
"we have a BMW in the driveway. that's cool enough, shuri."
she pouted. "not as cool as the talon fighter."
you groaned at her puppy dog eyes, the ones that you could never say no to. "just this once."
(it was not just that once)
ᨖ - as the years went by, you gave up on being normal. it would never really be normal to be a wife of wakandan royalty, so why try?
you let her buy you all the fancy things you would've immediately told her to put back. you flew to wakanda with her and baby girl often. you even considered moving there, but you'd still never let yourself.
ᨖ - it surprised shuri when you started saying yes to things, but once she had the green light, she spoiled you and baby girl like it was her life purpose.
"let's go to bora bora."
"okay, let's do it."
"baby plea-" she paused. " ..what did you say?"
after that, it was a new dress every week, a vaction every few months, and the talon fighter outside of your job.
"shuri, what the hell?"
"just get in, Nkosazana."
ᨖ - though shuri spoiled baby girl, you had also taught her to remain humble and kind.
her hair was always adorable, her clothes looked like baby gucci, but she was the sweetest and most giving kid you two had ever seen.
however, unbeknownst to you, shuri taught her to kick ass.
one day, as you and shuri were picking her up from school, you saw some discourse between two students outside.
"give me back my lunchbox!" one boy yelled. the other blew him a raspberry and took off left, but didn't make it more than a few steps before tripping and falling on his face.
at the scene of the crime was baby girl, her small leg stuck out, and hands behind her back. she kicked the boy once more before snatching up the lunchbox and returning it to its rightful owner.
"i did that," shuri said as she looked over to you with a grin.
