rue bennett as your ex (head-canon)
! blk female reader ♫ Needed Me - Rihanna
❤︎ warning ! toxicity, nsfw
❤︎ Rue would tell herself over and over again that she's over the breakup and ready to move on.
Somehow she always lands to your instagram page to check your profile when shes bored, sad, or can't sleep. She would know way more about your recent posts more than she'd like to admit. Analyzing every detail behind each selfie. Heart thumping. Thoughts racing.
"Who took that?" " Who else was she with?"
"Have you moved on already?" "Does she miss me?"
She would analyze captions for any hidden message that shouldn't go unnoticed. Rue was a sucker for your beauty, spending hours staring at the features of your face she would call beautiful when you used to be face to face with her, bodies intertwined. Now she can only express how pretty they are from a picture.
❤︎ Meaningless hook-ups with Alamo's strippers was her closest method of distraction.
"Yeah? You wanna fuckin' cum?" Rue taunts, hitting the second stripper of the week's ass, watching her strap go in and out flawlessly.
"por favor, más fuerte, papi!"
Bennett always mentally blocked out the sounds. In her mind, she's shamelessly fantasizing about you. Wishing it was you she was fucking. Another pussy doesn't hit the same. To get her fueled up while fucking another girl, she would reminisce the way your walls would easily melt on her strap. Or the fact that you'd dress yourself in cute lingerie just to get your body ruined for the night.
* “You’re not doin’ it right,” she’d mutter under her breath at the stripper attempting to ride her, lazily letting her mind drift back to the pretty face you'd make when you orgasm.