Jul 8
it’s been two months without rue, i miss euphoria Sundays and seeing her on my screen doing dumb shit.
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it’s been two months without rue, i miss euphoria Sundays and seeing her on my screen doing dumb shit.
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♫ Dreamin - PARTYNEXTDOOR rue bennett ! + blk female reader
Being Rue's spoiled girlfriend. (fluff <3)
ᨳଓ . chaalatte
"Did you spend all this fuckin' money on my card, baby?"
You blink slowly, and shortly glance at the pink Hermés birkin bag you bought this morning, already displayed in your walk-in closet. Rue has been bringing a lot of money from working at Alamo's strip club for four years now, with being a plug on the side. Being her high school sweetheart, you've watched her grow and expand her finances.
"Uhhhh.."
"Y/n." Rue groans, walking towards you.
Rue takes your hand, and raises it above. "Do a 360 for a me."
You oblige and twirl around, letting Rue admiring the new outfit you bought along with the bag. A lacy hemmed black dress that stops towards your hips, hugging your body perfectly. You knew how much Rue was obsessed with the color black on you, making the purchase more worth it.
"Sorry, Rue Rue. I just found some stuff i reaaaally needed."
"Needed?" Rue cooes, gently applying pressure on your waist. You pout and tug on the taller woman's suit tie.
"Yes, needed!" You insist, though you cracked a grin ruining your attempt at being serious about Rue's money.
Rue raises an eyebrow. "And another bag?"
"Maybe."
"Another pair of heels?"
"Possibly."
"Jewelry?"
"Mmm.."
"Baby, you're impossible." She mumbles, and you giggle giving a gently kiss on her cheek, letting your lip liner stain it. She drops her head on your shoulder, listening to your heart thump beat by beat.
"You still keep me around," You gently press scratches on Rue's neck with your freshly done acrylics.
“Yeah,” Rue admits, lifting her head again. Her eyes drift over your outfit once more, lingering for a second longer than necessary. “Can’t really help it when you walk in lookin' like that.”
You gasp jokingly, "Looking like what?"
"Like you're trying to bankrupt me and distract me at the same time, mama."
"I'm irresistible."
"You really are."
Rue grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers as she tugs you towards the closet.
"C'mon pretty. Show me everything else you bought. Give me a show, at least."
Is there a platform to watch Euphoria Series without constant buffering?
Edit : I discovered 𝖭𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖫𝗂𝗑.𝗑𝗒𝗓 and it features stable fast servers, an ad-free viewing environment, and excellent smooth playback.
The buffering on most free streaming alternatives makes intense dramas impossible to enjoy. Subscription fees are simply too expensive for my budget right now.
Tears come to my eyes just writing this, and while a part of me tries to judge having such a strong emotional response to a fictional character, I’m choosing to honor exactly what I feel.
Rue is, without a doubt, one of the most remarkable characters I’ve ever witnessed on television. She was beautiful, charming, loving, and perhaps too sensitive for this world—yet simultaneously vicious, destructive, and consumed by chronic despair because of the illness of addiction.
While I will always resent Sam Levinson for his multitude of weaknesses, I am profoundly grateful he created her. But I am infinitely more grateful to Zendaya. I don’t even have the words to fully express the empathy and torment she captured and portrayed.
Much of my sadness comes from the tragedy of Rue, and the anguish of seeing powerful people misuse their power. My deepest desire is to see writers with real talent, deep empathy, and genuine humanity be given the resources to make their stories come to life, instead of watching profound potential be squandered by people who feel entitled to power and adoration with no character or talent to back it up.
I suspect Zendaya herself carries a quiet, private grief over how things turned out for Rue—a disappointment she may never be ready to share publicly. If that's true, my heart aches for her, even as I celebrate the incredible success softening that blow.
This character meant the world to her, and she meant the world to me. Thank you, Zendaya, for giving us the spectacular gift of Rue. And a massive congratulations on your historic Emmy legacy with this character. 💔✨
A Sip Of Patron | Rue Bennett x Reader
synopsis: Rue takes you to a speakeasy for this week's date night. It starts tame but once the patron hits your lips, you want Rue right then and there.
warnings: sexual themes, alcohol usage, makeout session, asking for consent, fingering, public restroom, loud sex, drunk.
A/N: This is the result ya'll voted for!
It was date night, and you were excited to see where Rue was taking you. Last week, she surprised you with a trip to the aquarium and a movie since you had been obsessed with The Shape of Water and the different types of fish featured throughout the film.
You stood in front of the mirror, putting on your new brown maxi dress and adjusting your gold hoops. The outfit felt perfect, simple but still special enough for a night out with her. You couldn’t help but smile as you thought about what Rue had planned this time.
An orange poppy bouquet sat spread across the table, waiting for you to notice the small note tucked between the flowers. The little card, decorated with gold embossed lettering on the outside, seemed to hold a secret of its own, almost as if it was waiting impatiently for you to open it.
Before you could bend down to smell them, Rue entered the room fresh out of the shower. Her hair was still slightly damp, and the scent of her shampoo lingered as she walked over to you. She smiled softly before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
The smell of her floral shampoo filled the room as you watched her get ready. She slipped into a blue striped dress shirt and jeans before carefully drying her hair to keep her clothes from getting damp.
You couldn’t help but admire her through the mirror, watching the little things she did without even realizing how much you loved them.
Her delicate hands explored the jewelry box, carefully picking out each piece before placing her gold accessories on one by one. First came the rings, then the necklace, and lastly the small studs that completed the look.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” she exclaimed excitedly, turning off the lights before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the car.
The passenger door opened as she held it for you, letting you carefully climb inside.
The ride was slow but scenic. Jill Scott played softly through the speakers as you looked out the window, taking in the glowing city lights and passing street signs. Everything felt peaceful, like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.
“Thank you, Rue,” you said softly. “It’s really great to see you making progress and putting thought into things like this for us.”
Rue smiled, keeping her eyes on the road as she listened.
“You know, years ago I wouldn’t have been able to do this,” she admitted. “That’s why I’m so grateful for you and your presence in my life.”
You smiled to yourself, turning your attention back toward the outside world.
The brightly lit speakeasy came into view, waiting patiently in the distance. Its warm glow and inviting atmosphere called you in, promising a night full of memories waiting to be made.
Rue pulled into a nearby parking spot, letting the engine fall quiet as the two of you sat there for a moment. The soft music continued playing in the background, filling the silence between you with a familiar comfort.
She glanced over at you with a small smile, her hand reaching across the console to find yours.
“Ready?” she asked, her thumb brushing gently against your skin.
You looked back at the glowing entrance, the excitement slowly building in your chest. It wasn’t just the mystery of where she was taking you or what she had planned. It was the fact that Rue was trying. She was showing you a side of herself that once felt impossible to reach, and you loved watching her grow into someone who allowed herself to create moments like this.
You squeezed her hand before nodding.
“Ready.”
Rue smiled, stepping out of the car before walking around to open your door. The cool night air brushed against your skin as she offered you her hand, guiding you toward the entrance.
The city moved around you, cars passing by and strangers rushing to their own destinations, but for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you walking into the night together.
You were handed a shot before entering completely into the speakeasy. The two of you exchanged a glance before raising your glasses, swallowing down the Patron and letting the warmth smoothly slide down your throats and settle into your stomachs.
The music surrounded you as you stepped further inside, the dim lighting casting a golden glow over the room. The atmosphere felt alive, filled with laughter, conversation, and the soft hum of the night.
Rue grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the dance floor, a playful smile spreading across her face.
She twirled you around, laughing as your dress moved with every spin. For a moment, everything else disappeared. The worries, the past, and everything waiting outside those walls faded away.
It was just you and Rue, lost in the music and in each other.
As the night began to slow down, the liquor started to take effect. Your eyes grew heavy, slightly glazed as you watched Rue from across the table, unable to pull your attention away from her.
Her voice sat low in her throat as she talked to you, soft and comforting beneath the quiet hum of the speakeasy. You listened to every word, even when the alcohol made your thoughts feel slower and the world around you blurrier.
There was something about the way she spoke, the way she looked at you, that made the entire night feel like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
“I wanna take you out that dress.” She whispered into your ear.
You nodded your head slowly. There was nothing more in the world that you wanted more than that. You guided towards the women’s restroom locking the door behind you. Rue devoured you immediately. Her hands underneath your dress removing your panties.
The rhythm of the music allowing yourself to let go and go along with the beat. You moved your hips and swayed while Rue discovered your insides. Her fingers slithering inside.
A gasp left your throat as you felt the foreign object inside. The pulsating sensation of your skin pumping against her fingers.
“This okay?” she whispered.
“Yes, keep going like that.”
You rocked against her fingers wanting to scratch that itch.
Her lips attached itself back to your neck.
You bit down on your fingers trapping your voice inside your soul.
“Let them hear you, baby.”
Your voice found its own and bounced off the walls. Your sweet moans like music to Rue’s ears as she kept finding your spot at the right angle.
Your leg propped over Rue’s shoulder and your hand gripping the sink trying to keep yourself steady. Your body shaking from the pressure building up inside.
“I can’t, I can’t.” you begged for mercy. “Rue…take it out, I can’t take anymore.”
She ignored your plea and stuffed them inside further. The stretch making you scream with joy. The burn felt too good to stop but you were so close that you wanted to cry.
“Shh Shh. Breath.” She motioned, inhaling and exhaling with you.
“Fuck.” you cried.
Rue allowed her index finger to finish the job, pressing against your button activating your floodgates.
The slick dripped down her fingers as she pulled them out, sucking the flavor off her fingertips in front of you.
It was sexy, dangerous, and erotic.
You adjusted yourself before looking in the mirror to catch your breath once more, reapplying your lip gloss before walking out hand and hand like nothing happened.
Rue Bennett x Fem!Reader
Close Call
Summary: You're a dancer at Silver Slipper who has a soft spot fot the new girl, Rue. When Rue gets tangled up in a tricky situation that another dancer, Magick, is suspicious of, you figure out a way to get Rue out of it. Wordcount: 2k Content: 18+ MDNI, Season 3 spoilers, yearning and unspoken feelings.
Nights at the Silver Slipper were never something that passed by quickly. After almost a year of dancing there, you had fallen into a routine. Rush in, change into your outfit and do your makeup, go on stage and perform, come back with a drink to cool your overheating body. Some of the girls you were close to and others you weren’t. But ever since Rue joined Alamo’s team, you had naturally gravitated towards her. She’d zoom through the main floor just standing by in case one of the customers needed anything. Then her eyes started drifting to you whenever it was your turn to perform. Every time you spun around the pole, you made sure to look at her with a soft and inviting smile. Your expression was different from when you looked at the patrons compared to how you gazed at Rue.
The other dancers caught on and began to tease you, insinuating that you had a soft spot for the new girl but you’d shush them away. Yet, every time Rue passed through the dressing room, you’d lock eyes. Rue never looked away and slowed her stride to flash you a half grin before she disappeared in the back office. One late night as all the dancers had left, you spotted Rue talking on her phone. Not that you were trying to eavesdrop but you overhead her sharing information about the side business that Alamo runs. When Rue walked out and saw you were still there, she had realized her cover was blown. She begged and pleaded that you not say anything, sharing that she was in a tough position being an informant for the DEA.
What Rue didn’t know was you weren’t like these other dancers who worked for Alamo with blind loyalty. Ever since two of your dancer friends disappeared without an explanation or trace, you knew that man had something to do with it. You had it out for him since then and started praying on his downfall. This was the perfect opportunity to get the ball rolling so you began to help Rue investigate.
As Rue’s investigation partner, you started paying attention long enough to know everybody's secrets. Who hid “special candy” in their lockers, who stole the other’s Mac Lipliner, and who had a habit of not minding their business. Which was exactly why you knew Magaick was becoming an issue.
"She's been watching again." You leaned against the bathroom sink, arms folded as you watched Rue through the mirror. She stood beside you in a tank and baggy jeans, a hand shoved into her pants pocket, pretending to check her phone while she listened.
"Y/n. She doesn’t know anything. Trust me." Rue said.
"I trust you." You sighed and turned to face her. “We just have to be careful.”
"Am I not discrete?" Rue stepped back and spun around for you.
You rolled your eyes. "If you call that discrete then…No." A grin tugged at the corner of Rue's mouth. Over the past few weeks, you've gotten used to these conversations. When Rue first started showing up around the Silver Slipper, she'd been quiet, awkward, and suspicious of everybody. Now, she was still awkward but she started trusting you. Even taking a step further to pull you aside and check in with you.
Rue finally slipped her phone away. "Are you okay, though?" She asked softly, taking a step closer. “Alamo’s not making you…you know?” Rue shrugged, not wanting to finish her sentence but she knew some of the other ladies were finding ways to make more cash during their shift. It’d hurt her if she knew you were too because unbeknownst to you, Rue had a thing for you.
"No, nothing like that.” You smiled at Rue’s concern and it looked like she relaxed at that. "I’m okay.” You muttered tenderly as your eyes darted between Rue’s.
"Good." She grinned then shifted on her feet. Her expression was warm. You giggled at how sweet she was on you. The sound echoed through the nearly empty bathroom. A refreshing interaction that you rarely had working at Silver Slipper. For a moment, things felt at ease then you heard a faint squeak. Barely audible beneath the distant bass thumping through the walls. Your eyes shifted toward the row of stalls as Rue kept talking, completely unaware.
"...and Alamo's already breathing down my neck because-" Another sound, like cautious movement or someone shifting their weight. Your gaze trailed down to the floor seeing a black heel drop. Instantly recognizing the foot, you knew it belonged to the nosiest dancer, Magick.
You had noticed her lingering nearby earlier. Watching you like you were sworn enemies. Trying to figure out why you and Rue spent so much time together. The problem was that Magick didn't trust Rue and unfortunately, she wasn't stupid.
Quietly staring at the stall door, Rue’s brows knitted together as she followed your gaze. "What?"
You had approximately three seconds to make a decision because suddenly you heard the unmistakable click of a stall lock. Someone preparing to come out and someone who had definitely heard enough to start asking questions. Your pulse kicked up into overdrive. Rue was still confused as to why you looked so worked up. Still standing there completely oblivious that her cover was about to be blown. So you did the first thing that came into your head. You grabbed her shirt and kissed her.
Rue froze, every muscle in her body stiffened. For half a second she looked like her brain had simply stopped functioning. Then the stall door exploded open with Magick storming out.
"Ha! I knew you bitches were snitc-" She stopped dead in her tracks staring in confusion because instead of catching two people exchanging information...She'd caught you and Rue making out beside the sinks.
You were definitely kissing Rue, meanwhile, Rue appeared to have suffered a complete neurological malfunction. Her eyes were wide and she looked seconds away from passing out. You deepened the kiss with a long hum just enough to sell it. Magick's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Oh my God." You pulled away dramatically and wiped the corners of your mouth, putting on your best startled face. "Magick!" Rue blinked a few times trying to figure out what just happened. All she could do was stare at you looking completely dazed. "What are you doing in here?" You demanded.
Magick pointed accusingly. "I-" Her finger jabbed toward Rue. "You two were fooling around!"
Rue finally found her voice. "Wha-" Unfortunately that was all she got out.
You immediately stepped in front of her. "No we weren't."
Magick frowned and folded her arms. "I just saw you!"
"You didn’t see anything." You shrugged and tried to appear nonchalant to piss Magick off even more and it seemed to work.
"Lying ass!" She yelled and flew her hands in the air. You glanced at Rue and you regretted it because she still looked like the happiest idiot you'd ever met. A dopey grin had started spreading across her face. The sight nearly made you laugh so you quickly looked away.
"Magick…" You started firmly. "Were you spying on us?"
She paused, her eyes wandered around the room like she was embarrassed. "I was not."
"You were hiding in a bathroom stall." You pointed out. Magick’s mouth opened and closed. She couldn’t find a proper comeback to get her out of the situation. "You kicked the door open."
"I thought-" She tried to explain but you cut her off.
"You thought wrong." Magick sputtered.
Rue chose that exact moment to finally understand what had happened. You watched realization flash across her face. Everything had finally clicked into place. "Oh." Her grin somehow got bigger. "Oh." She dragged out. You shot her a warning look silently telling her to not ruin this. Rue bit the inside of her cheek. Failing miserably at hiding her smile.
Of course Magick noticed. "Wait." She pointed at Rue again. "You were going to fuck her." Magick stated with a smugged expression.
"What?" Rue's voice cracked then she glanced back at you and nervously chuckled.
"Don't play stupid. I know what I saw." She wiggled her eyebrows like she got the juiciest piece of gossip.
"I-I" Rue stuttered.
"You were!" Rue immediately tried to stop smiling which only made it worse. You pressed your lips together, fighting for your life not to laugh.
Magick threw her hands into the air. "Lo sabía!" Then she stormed out. The bathroom door slammed behind her.
Silence had engulfed the room for two long seconds then Rue looked at you. "You kissed me."
You groaned. "Please don't make this weird."
"I'm not making it weird." She raised her hands in defense but that dopey grin never left her lips
"Rue." You tried to argue.
"You kissed me." She repeated.
Huffing a breath out as you turned to look in the mirror to check your lipgloss. "I panicked. It was an accident."
"An accident?" Rue said in a teasing tone.
"Yes." Your eyes snapped to hers through the mirror.
Rue nodded thoughtfully. "Right."
"Right." You tried to recover but Rue nodded slowly. The smile stretching wider causing you to roll your eyes in response. You pointed toward the door. "Come on."
"What?"
"She’s probably telling on us." Rue looked mildly disappointed and that was somehow worse. You grabbed her wrist pulling her toward the exit. "Move…"
"Yes, ma'am." The second you stepped into the dressing room, chaos erupted. Apparently Magick had wasted absolutely no time. Every dancer in the room turned toward you then toward Rue and then back toward you.
Someone wolf-whistled, another dancer nearly fell off a chair laughing.
"I knew it!"
"You owe me twenty dollars!"
"When were you two gonna tell us?"
Rue stopped walking and you could actually see panic setting in. Which only encouraged everybody. More whistles, more cheering, and more giddy laughter.
Magick stood in the center of the room looking thoroughly pleased. "There!" She announced. Everybody looked at Rue and she looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Magick pointed dramatically, "They were doing it in the bathroom!"
The room exploded. Half the dancers cheered and the other half started shouting questions. You buried your face in your hands.
Then Rue spoke very quietly. "Ladies..." The room fell silent. You looked up. Rue rubbed the back of her neck. "She kissed me...that’s all." The reaction was immediate. The loudest whoop yet echoed through the room.
"No way!"
"Get her!"
"You got game, girl!"
You wanted to disappear. Rue looked equally horrified. Yet still wearing that stupid, adorable grin.
Magick looked unconvinced. "You kissed her?"
You pointed helplessly. "I slipped! It was an accident." Nobody believed you.
A dancer near the mirrors laughed. "Sure you did."
Another chimed in. "That's what they all say." More teasing ensued and the entire room had turned against you.
You looked toward Rue in desperation and that's when it happened. The noise around you faded. It was enough for you to notice the way Rue was looking at you. Her amusement was still there mixed with gratitude too. But there was something else now. Something neither of you had addressed directly. It dawned on you that before she'd understood why you'd kissed her, she hadn't wanted you to stop.
Your chest fluttered when Rue's smile softened. She wasn't embarrassed from being caught anymore. Neither of you spoke, you didn’t need to but the silent conversation happened anyway.
Thank you.
I know.
That was crazy.
Yeah.
You kissed me though.
I'd do it again.
Something within you stirred because the truth was simple. You would kiss her again without an excuse or hesitation. The cheering around you eventually returned. Someone tossed a beauty blender sponge across the room while another dancer demanded details. Magick gave up entirely and stalked away muttering under her breath.
Neither you nor Rue paid them much attention because even within the ridiculous disaster in the bathroom, something had changed between the two of you. It was a possibility neither of you had acknowledged before.
Rue finally glanced away at first a faint blush coloring her cheeks. You smiled despite yourself. "Still an accident?" She asked.
You laughed. "Don't push your luck, Rue." Her grin returned instantly.
The dressing room erupted again and you should’ve shied away but the look in Rue’s eyes reassured you that she wasn’t going to let this kiss be a one time thing.
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♫ Wicked Games - The Weeknd rue bennett ! + blk female reader
drying humping bestfriend! rue during a sleepover, after a long time of not seeing her . <3
ᨳଓ . chaalatte
"You still got a crush on that one girl?" Rue chuckles lightly, and leans back on the pillow. Y/n just got done painting Rue's nails a pretty baby pink color, with her initials, R.B carved on her middle and ring finger.
"Dude, be careful. I just fucking painted your shit." She frowns. "Mm..but nah. Things changed a lot since you left, Rue. I kinda just stopped being attracted to her after a while."
Bennett pouts, "I wasn't gone for thaaaat long."
"You were gone for the whole summer. I really missed you alot."
"You know I missed you too, [nickname.] Come to me. You're like about to fall off your bed." She sticks out a hand at Y/n, playfully pulling her to the other pillow next to her.
A sleepover was mandatory for the two childhood friends after Rue came back from rehab. It was an anxious summer for Y/n, constantly asking for updates from Leslie to see how Rue was doing. When she came back, everything that was once normal fell back in place.
Y/n was always aware of her sexuality and her attraction to women. In 8th grade, she got asked to the middle school prom by a girl named Lucy. She was so scared on the idea of her first kiss backfiring, that Rue helped her practice. Her best friend. Odd enough, she never really thought of her outside of platonic relations.
Rue has always been attractive. Her staggered demeanor with her effortlessness has always made her stand out in every room she stumbles across. The expressive eyes and pouty lips always captivated you, even if intended not to. A stranger outside of your friendship would probably assume the two of you have some weird shit going on with each other.
Rue studies your face, analyzing the small changes to your appearance she probably missed after two months of not seeing you.
"What are you looking at?"
"You."
"I changed my hair up a bit. Put in some highlights."
"I know, it really does suit you. Nice shit." Rue hums, admiring your fresh new highlights, noticing how the color illuminates beautifully with the buffet lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.
"Come closer. You're so fuckin' far." The curly head muttered, and roams her hands down to your ass, pulling you closer to her chest. Her smirk grows a little, as she cracks a laugh. "That girl couldn't handle all this, anyway."
You roll your eyes, and scoffs a little. "Rue, stop playing with me."
"I'm not, I'm so serious! I'm glad y'all didn't end up together."
"Yeah..she was kind of crazy, anyway. Kept on asking for my location everytime I wanted to get out the house."
"Well I always know where you are. I don't need tracking to figure that." Rue says matter-of-factly, and positions her arms behind her head as she stares at the ceiling. Your room has always been the same since little. The cut out pink stars decorated on the ceiling used to be Rue's favorite. She would always purposely turn off your lights so she could see the glowing.
The two of you drifted toward completely different styles. You found yourself interested in the softer things. Gorgeous jewelry scattered all over your body: your ears, wrists, neck, and waist. Outfits paired up with tiny lace tops that made your boobs perk up just right, and bottoms that seem crafted for your hips. While other girls your age try to figure themselves out, feminity just came natural to you. That's what people love. It's sexy seeing a girl so beautiful in her own skin.
Rue, on the other hand, stirred in the opposite direction. Oversized hoodies replaced her old, fitted shirts. Her curls grew messier, her posture more lean back. Her entire presence is undeniably more on the masculine side. She never concerned herself on the typical feminine beauty standards and focused on what made her feel more comfortable. Standing side by side, the contrast between you two is obvious. Somehow, everyone thinks you two belong together.
"You know, I still haven't kissed anyone besides you that one time."
Rue turns her head towards you, a look of small shock on her face. "You serious?"
"Yeah."
"Aw shit. Y/n." Rue thinks for a second. "I kinda assumed you've already kissed on all those girls you used to talk to in the past."
You shake your head, and reach out your hand to play with the strings of Bennett's black hoodie. "No, you're legit my first and only kiss."
"You want one again?" Rue smirks jokingly, and presses a small kiss on your cheek. Her eyes shoot glances at your sleepwear. Black sweatpants, and a basic black tank top. You giggle a little at the kiss, and enjoy the feeling of her arms snake on your exposed waist.
"Just c'mere. A little closer please. Let me help? " She guides your body with her big hands, helping you climb ontop of her lap. She sits upright to be able to hold you properly.
"That's better." She grins.
"You're so irritating, Rue."
"I know. But you like it, right?" Rue remarks hoarsely. "I like this piercing on you." She stares down at the pink-and-gold belly piercing dangling from your navel.
"Mm, thanks. I got it at the beginning of summer. Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would."
"Pretty. I mean you always are."
You smile a little, a familiar rush in your lower body happens whenever you're around Bennett. She seems to be the one who can nail you down. During past experiences, you portray the more dominant side and act like a little bitch towards whichever girl you were talking to. Sassy, demanding, and difficult. Your walls were constantly up, but never with Rue.
Suddenly, the taller girl leans towards your lips, pressing a gentle kiss. She tasted intoxicating. You should've probably been worried about that, but in that moment you just didn't care. The wet sounds of kisses filled your bedroom.
"Mm," Rue moans into your mouth, her hands easily sliding your sweatpants off and rubbing on the soft material of your panties, palming your ass. It felt good to finally taste her kisses again. You whine a little and grab at her hoodie to signal her to take it off.
Rue pulls out from the kiss and says in a raspy voice, "You want this off, pretty?
You nod your head and watch the way her smug smile got bigger as she reaches her arms to remove her hoodie off. Her messy curls hung over her white undershirt. You help her remove her shorts off, now remaining in her Hanes boxers. Her dark brown eyes looked up at your needy expression.
"God, you're so gorgeous." Rue states and lazily moves your hips up and down on the crotch of her boxers. You can't even process the fact that you're dry humping. Your mind is stuck on how good her lips taste, her tongue exploring yours.
A few minutes go by of low moans and whimpers coming from mainly you, while Rue effortlessly uses you like a little ragdoll, helping her reach her high. Your panties are stained wet, each movement of your clothed clit pressing against Rue's sends you into a spiral.
"Man, fuck being friends." Rue grunts lowly and her hands press marks against your thighs. "You feel so fuckin' good, mama. You tryna do somethin'?"
