#rioasks

[hennyjwrites]

Heyyy queen, so for my request I would like a Rio fanfic where his wife has been on edge and snapping at him and the kids and he figures out its because she's sexually frustrated. Please and thank yewww💖

The way you don’t speak when you walk past him in the hallway.

The way you’ve been pulling away from his hand when he reaches for you in bed at night.

It’s not loud. You’re not screaming. But he sees it.

You been on edge for days. Snapping at the kids over little things. Letting laundry pile up when usually you stay on top of it. And when Rio talks to you, you either ignore him or shoot off a dry ass “I’m fine.” Like that lie don’t hang heavy in the air every time you say it.

He ain’t said much.

Not yet.

See, Rio don’t move off emotion. He watches. Waits. Stays ten steps ahead. He been studying you—how your hands shake when you wipe the counters, how your eyes look watery in the morning, how your smile ain’t reached your eyes in a week. He seen you go from his wife to this exhausted, snappy version of yourself, and tonight?

Tonight, he done letting it ride.

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It’s just past midnight when he walks in the kitchen and sees you wiping the counters again. For the third time today. Ain’t a crumb in sight.

You got your bonnet half on, a big t-shirt hangin’ off one shoulder, face lookin’ tired but still too fine. You ain’t notice him yet, or maybe you did and just ain’t care. He watches you for a moment, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, arms folded across his chest.

Then he speaks.

Low.

“Yo.”

You don’t look up. “What?”

“You gon’ tell me what the fuck goin’ on with you, or you just gon’ keep takin’ it out on everybody?”

Your hand freezes over the counter. You drop the rag slow, turn to face him with your arms crossed.

“I’m not takin’ it out on everybody.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Nah? That why you snapped on the baby for spillin’ juice earlier?”

You grit your teeth. “She spilled it on my laptop.”

“She five.”

You roll your eyes and move to walk past him, but he shifts, blocks you with his body.

“Back up, Rio.”

He steps closer instead. Calm. Controlled. That pressure.

“You been actin’ like you wanna fight, but I know what this really is,” he says, voice low like velvet but sharp underneath. “You tired. You overworked. And you pissed off ‘cause I ain’t been touchin’ you like I should.”

You blink hard, but your face cracks.

He smirks. Just a little.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Thought so.”

Your jaw tightens. “I cook, I clean, I raise our kids, I handle everything. And still—still—I feel like I don’t even exist in this house sometimes, Rio. I feel like I’m just floatin’ through the day, and you don’t even notice.”

He steps into your space, close enough you can feel the heat comin’ off him.

“You think I ain’t noticed?”

You try to look away. He tilts your chin with two fingers, makes you look at him.

“You think I ain’t been watchin’ you walk ‘round this house like you one sharp breath away from cryin’? Think I ain’t heard you in the bathroom the other night?”

Your stomach drops. You swallow hard. “I didn’t wanna bother you.”

His brow lifts. “Bother me?”

“I just… I felt like if I said anything, you’d think I was nagging or bein’ dramatic.”

Rio scoffs, eyes narrowing a little. “You my wife, ma. You don’t nag. You let me know what you need so I can fix it. That’s how this shit work.”

You start to speak again, but his voice cuts through the room soft and firm: “Take your ass upstairs.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he says, backing up just enough to give you space to move. “Go upstairs. You wanna feel like my wife again? Lemme remind you.”

The tone in his voice makes your whole body clench.

You walk past him slowly, every step feelin’ like your heartbeat in your chest. He waits. Lights off the kitchen. Follows you up the stairs, not saying a word, but you feel the tension crawl up your spine the whole way. The door to the bedroom closes behind you both with a soft click.

You stand at the foot of the bed, not sure what to do with your hands.

He doesn’t rush.

Rio walks toward you, slow, like a panther stalking prey. His chain glints in the dim light, black hoodie loose on his frame, tattoos peeking out from his sleeves as he shrugs it off and drops it on the chair.

You ain’t said a word, and he likes that.

“Take that shirt off,” he says, voice like gravel and silk.

You obey. Slow. You let the shirt fall, and the cool air kisses your skin. You feel exposed, not just naked but seen. Seen in a way that makes your eyes sting again.

His eyes trail over you. Steady. Heated.

“You been feelin’ invisible?” he says as he steps closer. “Look at me.”

You do.

“I see you. Every inch. Every curve. Every mood. I been seein’ you fall apart for days and I ain’t stepped in yet. That’s my fault.”

He brushes a knuckle across your cheek. “But I’ma fix it now.”

And before you can speak, he’s on you.

Kissin’ you deep. Like he been holdin’ back. Like he mad at himself for not doin’ this sooner. His hands grip your waist, pullin’ you against him, and your legs go weak before he even gets you on the bed.

He lays you down with a gentleness that contrasts the fire in his eyes.

Then he slows everything down.

Kiss after kiss. Palm after palm. His fingers drag down your sides, smooth and rough all at once. You whisper his name, soft, needy, and he shushes you against your mouth.

“Nah, baby. Let me do this. Just feel it.”

You arch into him when his hand slides between your thighs, and he groans low.

“This how I know you been needin’ me,” he murmurs. “You so fuckin’ wet for me right now.”

Your breath hitches, your thighs tremble.

“Shoulda been handled this days ago,” he whispers. “That’s on me.”

You try to grab at him, try to pull him down, but he just shakes his head, lips brushing your ear.

“You gon’ wait, mama. Let me take care of you proper.”

The way he talks to you—low, calm, dominant—you can’t even argue. Your body too gone. Your head too light. He don’t just make love to you. He reclaims you. Kisses every sore, overstretched part of your soul. Touches you like his fingers were made to undo the stress wound tight in your belly. He presses deep, slow strokes into you that got you biting your lip and whimperin’.

“Look at me,” he says again, holding your chin mid-stroke.

You do. And your whole chest just cracks open.

Tears fall before you can stop ‘em.

But Rio don’t flinch. He leans down, kisses them right off your cheeks, still movin’ inside you like he own you—and he do.

“This what you needed, huh?” he murmurs.

You nod, breathless.

“This how I fix my wife.”

You cry harder.

And when you come, it’s not just your body—it’s your mind, your chest, your whole weight letting go. And he stays with you the whole way. Eyes on yours. Breath steady. Palms holdin’ you through the release.

After, he don’t pull away.

He stays wrapped around you. One hand pressed to your stomach, slow circles. His lips at your shoulder.

“You ain’t never gotta go that long without sayin’ what you need again,” he whispers.

You nod, eyes closed, body heavy.

“I see you,” he says again. “Always.”

And this time? You believe him.

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I own no rights to any of this!

[hennyjwrites]

Waiiitttt now I need you to write her letting ‘Rio’ accidentally slip out and getting snatched up and bent backwards because he don’t play that 🤭🥵

“Rio, i don’t give a fuck about shit you talking about right now!” You yelled back at him. You guys had been arguing all day, the littlest shit pissing the both of you off. You tried to walk off to the bedroom, but Rio snatched up by your arm.

“Aye who the fuck you think your talking too?” His voice was laced with anger. You didn’t answer or look him in his face causing him to give you a small shove against the counter. “You don’t got no mouth now? I said who are you talking too?” He asked you once again. He doesn’t play that yelling or that Rio shit, so he wanted to know who the fuck did you think you were right now.

Rio chuckled when you still didn’t answer him. “Yea, you know better than to let that stupid shit come out you mouth again, don’t you mama?” He turned you over and pushed your body down over the counter. “I don’t know why you decided to play with me today mama, but since you acting out, imma show you ass.”

He pulled your skirt up, and yanked your panties down. He knows that pussy don’t need no spit start, so he started rubbing the tip up and down your clit. You knew you were in for it, when he pushed inside you and gave you no chance to adjust as he started fucking into you. You knew he was fucking you rough for calling him Rio. He hates that shit. You call him either baby or Christopher. That Rio shit is for the streets and the streets only, not to come out his ladies mouth in the house he paid for.

You moaned as he beat your pussy up. He slapped your ass as his thrust didn’t let up. “Whats my name?” He asked you.

“Chris-“ your moans got louder as he started to pound into you harder than you thought he could ever go. Your eyes and mind clouded with pleasure as you quickly found your release. You came all over him. He slowed down and hissed as he felt you tighten against him. “Damn girl, you gripping my shit.”

That didn’t stop him though. He kept going, and kept going until all you could do was repeat his name. When he finally got his nut off, he got off of you and slapped your ass, Hard.

“What’s my name, mama?” He asked gently but firmly. All his anger was gone. He picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom.

“Christopher”

[hennyjwrites]

Imagine owing Rio money and he comes to collect PT 2

Rio walked into your bedroom, drinking out the bottle of Hennessy as he peaked in the room. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, naked as you ran your hands over your body. You play tough but you made sure not to test him, especially in his state right now.

Rio pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor as he walked up to you. You stared at him through the mirror as his hands slithered to your throat. He held your head back as he brought the bottle to your mouth, pouring some in your mouth. When he stopped pouring he made sure to grab his gun from his waistband. He held it back under your chin

“You know I don’t play about my money ma.” He whispered. He sat the bottle down and turned back to you. You looked at him, seeing how angry he was. He ain’t never looked at you like that before. Rio let you get away with everything and clearly this was his last straw. He put the gun down on the nightstand next to his bottle before speaking. “You started that nice lil boutique, got some good dick from me and forgot that this was business.” He whispered. Rio bent your body downwards in front of the mirror. Your ass immediately arched up. “As much as I fucks with you mama, money comes first.” Rio pulled his pants down and rubbed his tip across your pussy.

He slid himself into you, watching your reaction in the mirror. He started to beat your pussy up. He kept you folded down as he shoved his dick in and out of you.

Your head was leaned down to the floor as your eyes were closed in pleasure. You gasped as his pace got faster and deeper. You always ended up like this with him. Everytime he came to “visit” you he really came to visit your pussy. You brought a hand up to his waist, struggling to take all of him. “Too much mama?” He asked with false concern. He didn’t really give a fuck. When you whined out h yes, Rio chuckled. He grabbed the hand and held it straight back before he started to get rougher with you. Each thrust he gave you, fueled his anger.

“Yea I’m tired of playing with your ass.” He muttered out. He slapped your ass before pulling out. He yanked you up to stand up straight. He grabbed your jaw and pulled you close. “That lil 50k worth shit to me.” He started, looking you dead in the eyes. “But ma, my respect? My rep? Yea you trying to treat me like one yo lil money moves and that ain’t happening.” He scowled, before pushing you to your knees.

“Rio you know imma give you your money… eventually.” You smirked, looking up and him. You didn’t know when to stop. You made sure to keep your eyes focused on his sexy scowl as you took him into your mouth. “No hands.” He told you, like you were really going to use them anyways.

You swallowed him into your throat, keeping your hands at your thighs. You brought your head back before repeating the motion. Rio grunted when he felt your tongue lick at his tip. You knew how to keep that deadline extended. The pleasure you gave him was out of this world. He knew you were wet. That pussy stays wet for him and he knew it. Rio needed to get in it and drown. “Getcho sexy ass on the bed.” He whispered, pulling your head off his dick.

He watched as you but your lip and walked to the bed. You laid back, opening your legs and smiling at him. “Come get that 50k baby.” You tempted him.

Rio's head was dizzy as he walked over to the bed. He never understands how your ass had him so attached. As soon as he pressed into you he immediately thought about giving you another week for his money. Shit maybe 2.

[hennyjwrites]

Imagine owing Rio money and he comes to collect

You closed the door to your apartment, not bothering to turn on your lights as you kicked off your heels. You reached and flipped the switch, brightening up your living room in seconds. You jumped as you turned to your side and seen rio, staring at you with a sly smirk

“Shit, why the fuck are you sitting in the dark, jackass.” You scolded him, as you walked past him and towards your kitchen. You weren’t scared of Rio or Christopher as you frequently called him. Rio stood and followed behind you quietly. As you were turned towards your liquor cabinet. Rio grabbed your arm, turning you around roughly, before putting his golden, engraved pistol under your chin.

“Where’s my money, mama?” He whispered, bringing his face closer to yours. He had a frown on his face as he stared into your soul. You owed him a few bands, because he helped you get your business started. You stared at him back, biting your lips, before smiling. “You know you fucking with a freak baby, you just making me want you even more.” You giggled, as you brought one of your nails to trail down his cheek.

You sent a shock down rios spine. He wasn’t use to this treatment, but he loved it. He hate it too. Rio sat the gun on the counter, before slapping you across the face. Your face went to the side, and you bit your lip in pleasure and moaned quietly. He then gripped your jaw tight, scowling down at you. Rio knew how to handle you. He slipped his hand down to your throat, stroking the sides before he gripped it. He could feel your pulse quickening. Your eyes never left his face as he brought his mouth down to your ears.

“You owe me some money mama.” He smoothly bought his hands down your body. “50k to be exact.” He rubbed your waist , before gripping your ass. He was rough with you, just the way you liked him to be. His hands slithered up your dress, gripping your ass, before hooking his fingers on the sides of your thong. He slipped them down your leg, helping you step out of them. He kissed the side of your neck, making you whimper quietly. “How you gon pay me back?” He whispered before pulling away to look at you.

The look in your eye, the lust, the attraction, everything told him the answers he wanted. He pulled you into a kiss, before pushing you towards the bedroom. “I want all of this off, by the time I get to the bedroom, girl.” He demanded, sexily. As you walked away, listening to every word he said, he slapped your ass, making it jiggle. As you disappeared around the corner, Rio grabbed a bottle of henny, you had sitting on the counter, and quickly following behind you.

[hennyjwrites]

rio being absolutely mesmerized watching himself slide in and out of you like the freak that he is (I 100% support it)

“Nah mama keep those legs up.” Rio laughed, pushing your legs back to your chest. He looked down, seeing where you both connected. He was mesmerized as he watched himself disappear back inside you as he slowly pushed himself back in.

The creaminess, wetness and cum recoated him. He pulled himself all the way out and took a Quick Look at your face. Your eyes were closed, mouth open and pleasure was written all over your face. Rio looked back down at his favorite sight. He shoved himself back into yo, biting his lip as he heard the squelch of wetness when he filled you.

He pushed your legs back even further. He stared at your pussy as he started to go harder and faster. He made sure you were having just as good of a time as he was. He grunted as yall skin clapped together but his eyes never left that pussy.

He wanted to watch it cum. He licked his thumb before bringing it down and rubbing your clit with it. Your legs shook as his pace never slowed. He felt you clench repeatedly. Your moans got more high pitched. He watched as your pussy squirted al over his dick.

“Ooh there we go mama, keep it coming for papi.” He moaned. He wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon. Especially when he has this type of view.

[hennyjwrites]

Hi, welcome back. I'm excited to see content. Can I request a rio x reader where she's his wife, and she sees rio working with beth at the bar doing business, and her reaction toward them is pissed off .

Welcome back again

Rio smirked as he watched you walk into the bar clearly pissed. Your hips swayed as you walked with a passion. He licked his lips as he seen your tattoos were on display. Your tight, purple dress was hugging you in all the right places. Beth was running her mouth once again about how she wasn’t cut out for this lifestyle.

“So you having meetings without me now Christopher?” Your voice was placed with venom but you still spoke softly, making sure to keep it sexy. Beth jumped as you placed your hand on her shoulder. To her and Rio it was a threat. A threat that you could end her and him right then and there.

Rio sipped his Hennessy before grabbing your hand. “Sorry mama, your phone went to voicemail.” His voice was low and he smirked as he brought the glass back to his mouth. He was trying to piss you off.

You chuckled at his little game. “Mm is that right baby?” You broke the glass next to you, pulled Beth back by her hair and held it to her neck. Thank god this is Rio’s bar. Beth’s breath hitched as she knew you weren’t a joke. “You still wanna play with me Christopher.”

Rio knew you were batshit crazy and wouldn’t have no problem leaving Beth laying here. He may not like her but he needed her right now. “Cmon mama.” He stood up and walked behind you. “I won’t do it again baby.” He tried to ease your hand from Beth’s neck, but that caused you to press it harder, nicking her skin. Rio came at you slower. He rubbed up your stomach before pulling your arm down.

He turned you around and brought a finger up you cheek. “Come sit down mama, join the talk.” Rio hissed in pain as felt his hand get sliced. He looked down at his hand. The glass hit the floor as you went and sat in his seat across from a shaken up Beth. Rio smiled as he pulled up a chair next to you, and started to wrap his hand up. You kissed his cheek and got down to business. God he loved you.

[hennyjwrites]

I know we all probably agree here, but no one can tell me rio doesn’t love him some black women. Don’t even get me started if she’s hella tatted…

Rios never believed in love at first sight. That is until he laid eyes on you. You were the daughter of his mentor. He sat across from you and your father. He tried to keep his eyes off of you, but you couldn't take yours off of him. You licked your lips as you crossed your legs tight.

When your father stepped away, Rio finally was able to get a good look at you. Thick in the right places, tattoos covering your body. That’s what he loved. Your tattoos looked like art. He could tell you didn’t go the cheap route. You looked like a goddess.

You sipped your drink. “So Rio, when’re you going to show me a good time?” You asked with a sultry voice. You don’t like playing games. You're straight to the point.

Rio chucked. “Ight mama, this ain’t something you want to get into.” He knew getting involved with his mentor's daughter was wrong but he can’t help himself, especially after he smelled your perfume.

You stood from your seat and walked behind Rio's chair. Your hands trailed his shoulders. “Baby, I could handle you more than you could handle me.” You leaned down and licked his neck. You heard the door open. You had 1 minute before your dad made it down the stairs. “I like flowers and red wine.” He smiled as he nodded his head.

You sat in your seat just as your dad made it downstairs. He asked how you had been since he walked away.

“I'm good Dad, just telling Rio how I’m thinking of getting a bird tatted on my neck.”

[hennyjwrites]

Could I make a request where the reader is pregnant and Rio knows or he doesn't that's up to you but she's super emotional and being around Beth makes her more emotional and stressed and Rio helps her out and gets mad at Beth alot for making her stressed

“Why’re you crying?” Rio asked, walking back up to you. He looked between you and an equally confused Beth. She was used to you snapping back at her, but seeing burst into tears confused her. “Whatchu say to her?” He turned to Beth, fuming in anger.

“W-what? Nothing!” She lied. Rio pulled you into a hug letting you sniffle into his arms.

“Wassup baby? Why you crying?” He asked pulling your hands form your face. He kissed your cheek with tears as he looked at you.

You sniffed looking up at him. “She so fucking rude. She said im gaining weight.” You told him. You knew you could be vulnerable with your man and he would handle the situation. You didn’t give a fuck how you looked right now.

If looks could kill, Beth would be dead right now. Rio parted from you before walking up to beth. “You think its funny to talk shit to a pregnant woman?” Rio looked at her shocked face when he mentioned your pregnant. He chuckled. “How funny you think it is when you do these next few drops for free?”

When Beth started to stutter about how unfair it was, Rio tsked. “I dont give a fuck Elizabeth. Think before you speak next time.” He gave her one last look before walking over too you. His tough demeanor dropped.

“Cmon ma, lets go home and relax.” He smiled as you started walking in front of him. “Cant have my baby too stressed out.”